I have watched Warren discreetly for the last three days. He has shown up and worked. Done exactly as expected. Every time the mud room door has opened his gaze has jumped. Looking, expectantly hoping it is me. The next time he sees me will be very public. His parents have graciously offered to host the Boys and Girls club father's day fundraiser at their home. Robb and I will attend. Men have it so lucky, shower, shave, throw on a Tux and they're ready.
It is almost noon, Izzy breaks my thoughts. "Laurel, Josh brought your car around. Your due at the salon in twenty minutes." This day is full. I will be prepared at the salon, waxed and tweezers within an inch of my life. My hair will lay smooth to my headband then cascade down my back and loosely over my shoulders in soft curls. My makeup will be intense, my eyes practically glowing. I skip on my way out. I do love the details of my life.
I am running exactly on schedule. I sit on the balcony of my closet. Izzy has set out a lite meal, Cobb salad, and a tall glass of iced tea. My stylist Janie will be here in less than an hour. I will meet Robb at the penthouse at 6:15. The event begins at 8:00.
We're done. I stand at the mirror making one last check. The dress is one I chose earlier this week. The fabric is a soft floral print. It's a halter style, the neck plunges deep stopping just short of exposing my belly button, the back drapes low, exposing the small of my back. The skirt is flared floating above mid thigh.
My shoes are flat white gladiator sandals, they weave up my entire calf, ending in a bow just below my knee. A series of platinum chains hang in the plunge drawing attention. Robb hates these events, I know the cost of his attendance. I am dressed for Robb. He will be pleased.
I ride in the back, Josh is driving and the divider is up. I am alone with my thoughts. I know this routine. I go over it in my mind. My body knows what is expected of it. My belly is growing tight, I am hot and wet. Robb will be pleased. Josh pulls into the underground garage. He opens my door. It is 6:10. "Josh we will be ready to leave at 7:15. Please make sure the bar is stocked. You know Robb will want a drink."
I enter the code in the elevator panel. The door opens into the penthouse. I tread quietly to Robb's office. He shouldn't be here yet but I am still careful. I slide open the door. The room is empty. I light the candle, pour the brandy and set it in the warming stand. This is Robb's scene, I know my role and I play it well. My labia are already slick with my juices. I kneel next to his chair. My knees spread, my hands resting in the small of my back, my eyes on the floor.
I wait, it is eight minutes exactly. Robb enters the room. He sits in his chair, and props his feet on the foot stool. I move around to the end of the stool. I untie first his right shoe, place one hand on the heel, the other on the tongue and gently remove it. I tuck it neatly under the edge of the side table. I repeat the action with his left shoe. I take off both of his socks. I fold them together and tuck them in his right shoe. I return to the end of the foot stool and massage his feet. He watches me slowly sipping his brandy. He finishes, I know what is next.
Robb stands beside the foot stool. I kneel up in front of him, I undo his brown belt, slowly I pull it out. I lay out carefully over the foot stool. Then I undo his pants, unzipping them slowly, I allow them to slide down his legs. I fold them carefully, laying them on the seat of the chair. I kneel again removing his boxers with the same care. He is semi hard in anticipation. I stroke him, raking my nails along his shaft. He hardens, I capture him with my mouth working him hard. He taps my shoulder.
I stand, carefully untie the perfect Windsor knot and lay his tie next to his belt on the foot stool. I unbutton his shirt letting my nails play in the opening. I slide it off his shoulders. I fold it and place it in the pile. Robb simply points to his desk. It is mahogany, long and wide. Built in to one end is a magazine rack, innocent enough, but I know better.
I lay over the end of his desk stretching my arms so my hands are gripping the far edge. Robb, grabs both of my wrists pulling hard he uses his tie to secure them to the rack. I am on my tip toes, my pubic bone rests against the edge of the desk. Robb, pulls my skirt up over my ass. He has decided not to undress me. I am exposed, covered only by a thin scrap of silk. He pulls down my thong over my thighs to the point that it digs in, then he kicks my feet apart. He runs his hand roughly over my ass, then plunges a finger into me. I shudder, flexing around him. He removes it just as quickly. I feel empty. I hear him sucking his finger.
He snaps it once, it is a distinctive sound. I pull on my restraints, I shudder, I bite my lip. The next crack is the sound of his belt landing across my ass. It will have raised a wide red welt, there will be a fine purple line. I am on fire, the heat spreads. I am still wetter, I just want him to touch me. To relieve my ache. I don't dare beg. I flex my cheeks trying to relieve the fire. When the next blow lands, crashing pain through me, it overlaps the first. The red swatch on my ass will be wider, and I will have a second purple stripe.
He lands four more before I cry out. He stops the belt, raining down twenty hard blows with his hand. Sobs are racking my body. But not a tear has fallen. He walks around the desk. He extends his hand. It is the one he just reddened me with. I kiss the palm, languishing my tongue over it, sucking his fingers.
He returns too the other end of the desk. He massages my inflamed cheeks. It is torturous, I wiggle, just a little, he swiftly brings his hand down again, raining another ten quick blows. Now I am begging, pleading for him to relieve the ache.
He enters me, he is brutal, this is not for me, it is for him. He wraps his hand in my hair pulling my head back, stretching me even more. He fucks me hard and fast. He doesn't allow me to cum. He pulls out, gently slaps my ass, and pulls up my thong. He unties my wrists and releases me. He shaves and cleans up in the bathroom.
He intends for me to suffer. Sitting will be painful, I am wet, needy and on edge. He will purposely squeeze my ass as we dance. He will make me wait till we get home for relief. I pull myself together. When he comes out I dress him carefully. I tie his bow tie, put in his cuff links, and hold his jacket for him.
At 7:15 exactly, we exit the elevator and enter the car. We are on our way to the Hallay estate.
Maria and Charles are perfect hosts. Charity events are a specialty. Maria has an amazing team. They host at least five charity events a year. Each theme so perfect. We have donated time at two of our properties for the auction tonight. And I have personally put up fifty hours of landscape design. I may not work for a firm but my gardens are famous.
We are seated with four other couples. Two of them are board members of Forested Lumber and their spouses. One is the head of the zoological society and his wife. Paul Roberts and his wife round out the table. Paul and Donna run a member's only dungeon.
Sitting is excruciating. Each movement sends both a new round of pain and spreads the fire in my abdomen. I can't wait for dinner to be over. Actually I can't wait for this night to be over. I want to be back at the penthouse, I want to earn my relief. Donna smiles at me often with knowing sympathy.
Finally the plates are cleared. Charles takes the microphone and thanks us all for attending. At $100,000 a plate he should say thank you. He introduces a young man to speak about the difference the boys and girls clubs make. It takes me back, I reach over, take Robb's hand and squeeze it. He knows my past, he knows this reminds me of where I come from. Brings back the feelings of not belonging. He moves his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. It is a brief tender moment between us.
Charles and Maria start the dancing, they look so in love. Robb pulls me from my chair and into his arms. He loves holding me, moving against my body. He loves that his wife takes exquisite care of herself. He loves showing me off. But does he love me, no I don't think so. Maybe the illusion of me. I love my life, and am more than willing to provide the illusion of a loving wife. But, I don't love Robb, never have. Belong to him, desire him, live for him, yes, love him no.
For brothers, Warren and Mason couldn't be more different. I met Marie twelve years ago while her and Charles were fighting for custody of Warren. He was the product of an affair. His mother moved and didn't even tell Charles she was pregnant. They only found out when Warren fell into the foster care system. It took them almost a year to get him out. He was six. Saving Warren had saved their marriage.a
We have danced three dances when his phone rings. He steps out of the tent to take the call. I head over to the bar, I have a feeling it's not good news. When Robb finds me he kisses my forehead, and apologizes. He is off to solve some issue with the project in South America. Some thing about protesters. He'll be home next week.
I down my rum and coke and get another. Instead of finishing with my husband. I will be alone. Not that I can't take care of myself. It's just that I've been primed for something else. I watch the room. I can't say my goodbyes before the auction. Warren is drinking at the other end of the bar. I have caught him watching me several times. Let's see if I can make him crazy and solve my problem.
Mason Hallay has a sweet thing in his arms. She is crushed against him, being moved deftly across the dance floor. He has filled out nicely, grown into a towering man. He built the pergola over the path to my pond, the summer he was eighteen. His love of construction evident even then. Under my supervision he learned a lot. He has his own construction company now. At twenty four he is already a millionaire in his own right. The girl is luckier than she knows. I watch them for a few minutes.
I walk over tap Mason's shoulder."Mind if I cut in?"
The young woman relinquishes Mason to me, mouthing later. He pulls me into his arms. I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. Just as I suspected, he is already fully aroused. "Evening Laurel, Robb leave you to your own devices already?" His voice is snarky, he is inviting me to play.
I had already planned to. I push up on my toes, rub over his body, to whisper in his ear. It looks innocent enough, it is not. "Boathouse after the auction." He pulls me closer pushing his erection into my soft belly. I know he will be there, waiting. I dance with several more of the young men who have worked in my gardens. I feel Warren watching. If he wants to dance he'll have to ask. I know he won't.
The lights are already on in the Boathouse when I arrive. I know where I will find him. I climb the stairs to the loft. He kneels to the right of the stairs, naked, his hands rest on his thighs, his eyes fixed on the floor. He is again fully erect.
"On your back on the floor." I bark. He obeys. The confusion clear on his face. I am sure he expected me to want to punish him. I don't bother to undress, no sub has ever seen marks on my body, its not time to change that. I straddle him backwards, I don't want to see his face, I just want to fuck him. Pulling my thong aside I bury him deep with one stroke. I impale myself on him, riding him with out restraint. It doesn't take long, he doesn't get to cum before I collapse in a shuttering heap across his legs. He is still hard inside of me. I feel him move, then his hand pushes up my skirt. I hear his sharp intake of breath.
