Author's Note.
This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.
I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.
At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.
Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour.
Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.
The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.
There are two other points of relevance at this stage.
Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.
And secondly, I am Christina.
*
Part 1 - We fuck on our first meeting.
They were someone else's fingers weren't they? They weren't my own, were they? Surely my own touch couldn't be that stimulating, could it? Even half asleep in bed, having beautifully erotic dreams, I couldn't imagine that the light caresses on my breasts were by me? Was I dreaming or was it really happening?
As my mind caught up with my body and both emerged from the deep sleep, so I remembered where I was and I answered my own questions.
The hand on my breasts was Guy's. I was lying on my left side. I was in his bed in Cambridge University. Firstly, the hand had stroked and caressed my boob, then cupped it and finally it had squeezed the pliant flesh. The fingers had found my nipple and pinched that, nicely, just right, not too much pressure, but enough to encourage the pink, puckered protuberance to stand up and send wonderful tingles through my body. The other hand was pushing at where my left side sunk into the amazingly comfortable, but totally impractical yet wonderfully evocative, feather mattress that Guy had inherited from his grandmother. It was fiddling its way between that and the left side of my body. I knew exactly what it wanted to do. I lifted up a little and felt a little shiver go through me as it wiggled through the gap and found my other breast. It repeated all the actions of the other hand. 'Mmmmmm wonderful' I thought and felt.
But there was more, much more, there had to be. After all when you are in bed with a man and both of you are naked and it is the morning after a night of wonderful sex, there's bound to be more isn't there? I felt his chest against my back. I felt him lifting the blonde, streaked hair away from my neck. I felt him kissing and licking my neck and I felt my goose pimples erupt, it sent shivers through me, it was lovely.
Most significantly of all, though, I felt his erection. I felt it against me, I felt it hard, long and hot. I felt it snuggled between the cheeks of my bottom and poking out the top of the crease. I felt it move, I felt him slightly thrusting it almost in time with the squeezing, pinching and caressing of my breasts and the kissing and licking of my neck. I felt him moving it, pulling it away, moving downwards a little and then fumbling it between my legs; I opened my thighs by lifting my right leg. One of his hands slid down my body and the fingers easily found my clit. He rubbed it, I grunted. I felt the bulbous end of his erection enquiring at the lips of my pussy. He pushed and I grunted again.
Then Guy fucked me from behind; it was absolutely wonderful.
*
It's so nice to have a boy-friend again after such a long time; nearly two years to be precise. Since separating from my husband I haven't been celibate, but I have been selective, well fairly, oh ok no I haven't I just like to tell myself that I have. In reality I have slept around a bit, been promiscuous and put it about rather too much. I've been with old flames and new lovers as well, to my eternal regret, my ex. But that's modern woman's, particularly a divorced one's way of life nowadays isn't it?
It was my job that caused the separation. I work in investment banking and am a mergers and acquisition specialist. I had headed up the UK, M & A for several years when a promotion to Head of European M and A became available. I got it and had to move from Edinburgh, Simon's home town, to London. Simon refused to come to London so we split; if you want to get to the top in investment banking most things can be redundant, certainly wives and husbands can be.
It was a powerful job. I ran a team of forty in London and had another hundred or so spread out across the major financial centres in Europe. I travelled a great deal both in Europe and to the New York headquarters of the US owned global bank Goddens. Often known simply as 'big G' we are amongst the two or three most powerful banks in the world and hardly a merger goes by that we are not involved in one way or another.
The promotion took my base salary up to just over a million, pounds not dollars and my bonuses should easily double that. On top of that there was the share options, the car, the apartment in London and every perk and tax dodge anyone could think of. I loved the money, the status, the power and the job; doing deals were like a lifeblood to me.
I hadn't thought I would get involved with anyone whilst in the job. My objective was to give it five years and then retire at forty five. Since leaving London University with an honours degree and going into banking I had never been involved with anyone connected with my job and I planned to keep it that way. I had seen too many careers go wrong because someone could not resist dipping their pen in company ink, or in the case of women being the inkwell!
So I was resigned to leading a lonely and largely sexless few years. Despite being separated and then divorced and having a free thinking and extremely liberal attitude towards sex, I didn't intend sleeping around or getting emotionally involved with anyone. I failed at the former, but was very successful with the latter. Recently when I needed sex I bought it; there are plenty of extremely discrete escort agencies around if you know where to look.
Things change though.
The bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University. It was really a promotional gimmick to get to the brightest brains and show them good things about the bank. For some bizarre reason it came under the wing of M & A and as the Managing Director of that it was my baby. That was how I met Professor Guy Bresterton.
I'm thirty nine and he's forty seven. I am separated, he has never been married. He doesn't believe in it as an institution and sees it as an unnecessary restriction on man's natural desire to be polygamous. He is a professor of humanities at Cambridge University and is by some margin the brightest and most intelligent man I have ever known, certainly carnally. He is also obsessed with sex in all its forms. And on top of that he is drop dead gorgeous, with a big dick, amazing stamina and fantastic recovery powers.
*
"So you're the mysterious Christina are you?" The, slim, medium height, just taller than me, dark haired man wearing stylish, tortoise shell framed glasses asked me. After Kali had introduced us.
I quipped back. "Well I am Christina, but as to whether I am mysterious or even the mysterious Christina, I have no idea?"
"Hmmm."
"What's that mean?"
He laughed. "We'll see," he said as a few other people joined us adding as he looked deeply into my eyes. "Well at least the big boss then."
We were at a luncheon buffet party at Corpus Christi College Cambridge University. I was with Kali the Human Resource Director of the M & A business. She was Dutch and we had known each other for years having both been part of the same graduate intake some sixteen or so years ago. She knew I enjoyed the company of bright people for I had occasionally joked with her that the easiest way to get my knickers off was to speak Latin, know something about astro-physics, read and understand Shakespeare, perform calculus or be stunningly bright. As Guy and I chatted, I suspected he knew something about each of those subjects and more; metaphorically speaking, I could feel my knickers starting to slide down my legs already.
In addition to her HR and recruiting roles in my department Kali was also responsible for helping a number of the Cambridge professors, with the books they were always writing, the consultancy work most did for big business and the lucrative lecture tours they went on in such places as Australia, USA, and the Far and Middle East. 'Gravy train' stuff she called it explaining that the more active professors, such as Guy, would easily earn a quarter a million pounds a year from it; what a nice 'gravy train' I thought.
"I knew you would like him," Kali said as we chatted over a cup of tea in one of the rooms of the college away from the heat of the Sunday mid-afternoon sun.
"He is fascinating," I replied.
"And good looking?" She offered.
"That too."
"Great hair."
"Yes."
"And nice eyes?"
"Lovely eyes," I replied the piercingly blue of them coming into my mind as I recalled the intensity of his stare as we had chatted. He had one of those looks that made you feel that you were the only person in the world as he spoke to you.
"And it goes without saying bright."
"Yes very bright" I replied adding feeling a little alarmed. "Hey what you doing?" As Kali ran her hand over my bum in the tightish, thin silky dress.
"Just checking," she smiled "That they're still there."
I laughed. "Yes well in place."
"I thought brilliance got them off."
"I don't do one-nighters with men I have just met."
"No, of course not darling," she replied with what looked like a smirk or knowing smile. "By the way are you going to come to the meeting this evening? Guy is the main speaker."
She was referring to a meeting being held in a rambling old house in Grantchester, just outside Cambridge. It was a regular get together of a humanist, free thinking group that we sponsored. Although I was aware of the meeting and was thinking I might go, I hadn't checked my email and hadn't seen Guy was the main speaker. That made my decisions for me.
