His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) (12 page)

He couldn't seem to form coherent sentences with her near him. The food and wine were superb but he barely noticed, they were now starting dessert and he could barely remember what he had eaten for his entree. He was consumed with her, the light playing in her hair and eyes, the feel of her thigh pressed against his. Half way through the meal he hadn't been able to stand not touching her, even if it was only incidental contact, so he had damn near dragged her to him.

In doing so the wrap dress has gotten caught under her and completely exposed her thigh. When she tried to fix it he had stopped her. Telling her that no one could see but him and he appreciated the view. She had blushed but left her thigh exposed for him to caress. From that point on he barely remembered to breathe. As the meal went on he couldn't keep his hands off her, first stroking the back of her neck till she sighed and closed her eyes. Then he grazed his knuckles along the side of her breast and her eyes flashed open. When she found him staring into them, her mouth curved in the faintest smile. Damn the woman! Who was seducing whom here! When he could feel the heat coming off of her and could smell the creamy spicy scent of her arousal he knew he would break his promise to her.

Slowly he stroked her thigh with the lightest of touches. By the time they had gotten their after dinner drinks she was curling her hips up to press against his hand. He reached up to the back of her neck playing with the chain hanging down from there. He turned toward her and whispered in her ear.

"My pet, lean back for me and spread your legs a little." She seemed to wake from a dream and caught his eye.

"Michael? I don't think..."

"No one will know if you can be quiet, Kitten. The waiter will not come back till I pay the bill. It is dark and none of the other tables are paying the least bit of attention to us. Please, I know you need release." His last sentence was barely audible but when he gave a soft tug on the chain she lay back letting her legs relax open. He edged his fingers closer to her cleft, she was sticky well below the tops of her thighs. Glancing down at her nipples through the silk dress he chuckled softly in her ear, "Oh yes, you know you need this."

He started nibbling her earlobe and was rewarded with a breathy moan as her eyes drifted closed. He ran his fingers softly up and down her bare outer lips teasing faint whimpers from her. Stroking just along the edges caused her to spread her legs wider and groan slightly. When he flicked her clit she hissed like she had been burned. He slid his fingers into her warm, wet core and felt her tighten around him. She had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. He wanted to memorize the sight of her like this, gorgeous, flushed with arousal, completely his.

He turned his hand so the palm covered her mound and moved his thumb to work her clit. She was so wet but he would make her even more so. He started moving his fingers inside her. Alternating their strokes so they worked against each other. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his as she bit down on her lower lip.

"Kiss me Kitten." He whispered in her ear. She took a deep breath that dragged her nipples across the silk and tasted his mouth. Her arms wound around his shoulders and she pulled him into her like a starving woman. When she did, he increased the pace and pressure of his fingers working her sensitive flesh. She rocked harder against his hand as her lips and tongue devoured his. Michael kept his eyes open fascinated by the emotions playing over her face, all of them beautiful. Finally, he saw her eyes shoot open as the first pulse of her orgasm hit. He crushed her mouth to his, sucking her cry from her lips as he held her body. All her efforts to mask any outward signs had forced the energy in, shattering in its intensity. As she came back to reality, he smiled against her lips and murmured in her ear, "Mmm, My kitten of a wild cat."

"Oh! You are truly evil. She whispered under her breath. "What happened to not having sex tonight?" She was glaring at him but with a half smile on her face that made him want to get the hell out of there soon so he could do wicked things to her.

"Umm, Sorry?"

"If only you could look the least bit convincing..." Then she started laughing and he knew she wasn't really angry at him. "We need to get going, I have to be at a meeting tomorrow morning and my boss noticed my sudden lack of attention to work today."

Michael signed the bill and collected his credit card. "Why don't I just drop you at your place and then you can come get your car tomorrow night?"

"And not get out of there till the next morning? I don't think so. Much as I have enjoyed this evening, I think we should stick to the original plan and only see each other on the weekends. I don't know if I can physically take more than a couple days of you at a time."

The chauffeur helped get Michael up the stairs which was good since Violet's legs were still shaky.

Once they were in the car, "So you are not going to come up stairs with me tonight?" He felt like a disappointed five year old about to throw a tantrum.

"Michael, I can't. I need to maintain some level of professionalism at work and that is tough to do when I am both exhausted and hyper-sexuallized."

"I'm not sure that is even a word?"

"Ugh, fine! I can't run around all day, every day with my panties soaked because I can't stop thinking about you or what you do to me. Is that better?"

"Mmm, much. Can't stop thinking about me, hunh? You do realize that if we don't see each other all week then I just have all that time to think up new ways to torment you."

"Oh dear God."

"I'm not sure prayer will help in this case." He smiled down at her as he pulled her up against him. He gave her a melting kiss and slid his hand into the neckline of the dress, cupping one of her breasts. When she tried to pull away he said, "What about dessert? I never even got a taste of these. He rubbed his thumb over the nipple bringing it to a peak. Violet groaned but moved closer to him. As he bent his head to tease the nipple with his lips he chuckled at her willingness to let him do as he wished.

***

Michael hated being late but sometimes it was unavoidable. It could take forever to find the accessible entrances and exits so he tried to be early to every meeting. Unfortunately this mornings appointments had run over so now he was good and late. At least he was better at managing his temper since he met Violet. Now things like being late when he really couldn't have done anything else rolled off his back instead of frustrating him to no end. Being the newest board member he wasn't likely to be able to contribute much anyway. The receptionist pointed out the conference room and he found it with little difficulty. On entering the chairwoman noticed him first.

"I'm terribly sorry, Madeline. My patient appointments ran long this morning."

"Michael, no worries. Everyone, I'd like to introduce our newest board member, Dr. Michael Dennison, brilliant surgeon and tremendous opera afficiando. Michael, I won't overwhelm you by introducing everyone at once. Why don't you take the space over there." When he was introduced he saw one dark, curly head snap to attention. As luck would have it the space he was directed to was right next to her.

"Ms. Bellows, how nice to see you here. I had no idea you were on the board?"

"I'm here as a representative of the foundation. You never mentioned you were going to be here either."

"It must have slipped my mind the last time I saw you." Michael smiled at Violet's blush. No doubt she was remembering last weekend also. By the time she had left on Sunday night there wasn't a room in which he hadn't made her scream in orgasm. He loved that she was so responsive to him. Even here and now, he could see her becoming aroused. He leaned in closer to her.

"You have a spanking coming my dear Kitten." He said under his breath so no one could hear but her. Her head shot up and she was completely red in the face now. Her breathing was short and quick. He'd never be able to wait till the weekend to touch her.

"Why?" she whispered back

"You have panties on, do you not?" He looked away from her ending the conversation but all through the meeting he could see Violet shifting in her seat and rubbing her legs together to assuage the ache that had over taken her. Michael tried to hide his smile of satisfaction. This was the most enjoyable meeting he had ever sat through. As it broke up he turned to Violet. "Ms. Bellows I have a couple more things I'd like to discuss with you. May I escort you down to your car?"

Violet smiled politely. "But of course Dr. Dennison." Under her breath she added, "You are a truly evil man."

Michael couldn't help himself and burst out laughing "But of course."

By the time they reached Violet's car she was shaking in anticipation of what Michael was going to do. She didn't have to wait long.

"Take them off."

"Oh Michael, I... How was I supposed to know you were going to be there?"

"Excuses will only make the punishment last longer. How long can you take being teased Violet?" She only hissed at him in response. After glaring at him for a few seconds she hid behind her car door and reached under her skirt shimmying out of the bit of lace. When she stepped out of it she handed them to Michael. "Happy now?"

"Darling you know the only time I am truly happy is when you are in the throes of an orgasm. Which brings me to your punishment, do you choose now or later? If you choose now it will be over fairly quickly but it will be right here so still somewhat public." She was bright red again. "If you choose later, well I can tell you it will definitely start with spanking but I would have till the weekend to think of all the things I want to do to you."

"You aren't going to spank me here are you?"

"No, Kitten, I have something much different in mind."

"Oh, damn you! I guess now. I have visions of being tied to the bed for the weekend."

"You seemed to like it the last time I did." He rolled closer to her trapping her in the space between her car and the door. "All you have to do is stand there Kitten. Well, that and not scream when you come, I'm afraid it will echo loudly in this parking garage." She gasped but he didn't give her time to think, sliding his hand up the inside of her thighs. Within minutes he had her hanging on to the car for support as she bit her lip to stifle her scream of pleasure. When he finally removed his hand from her he licked her juices from his fingers as she watched with her eyes half closed.

"Enjoy the rest of your day Kitten. I know I will." he turned, and laughing, left her to go back to work without her panties.

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Logan Airport. The local time is 8:36PM. Connection information is on the monitors at the gate. For those of you staying in the Boston area, your bags will be on carousel 11. The captain has turned off the 'fasten seat belts sign' and you may now use your cell phones and electronic devices. Please be aware when opening the overhead bins as the contents may have shifted during the flight." With that it seemed everyone flipped on their phones or stood up and popped open the bins above them. Violet turned on her phone and speed dialed Michael. It had been three weeks since she had seen him last. Three very long weeks. She ached with need in a way she hadn't in all the years before she had met him. On the third ring Michael picked up.

"Michael? I just landed. I should be there in about an hour."

Violet looked over at the man sitting next to her as she started to answer Michael's questions. "Yes, I'm wearing the chains. Yes, all of them." She could feel her cheeks burning. "No, I didn't." Sneaking a peak at the guy next to her, silently wishing Michael wouldn't push. She grimaced when he of course, he did. "Fine, No, I didn't touch myself at all while I was gone. Happy now?" She was looking down at her lap and couldn't help but notice that the poor guy next to her now had an erection that looked uncomfortable. Without looking at him she threw her blanket on his lap, watching him clutch at it like a someone drowning.

"I'll be there as quick as I can. I missed you too." She was beet red but she grinned like a fool. Oh, that man made her crazy, also daring, horny, and alive, but mostly crazy. She took a deep breath and finally looked the poor guy next to her in the face.

"Um, sorry about that."

"I should be apologizing to you. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but..."

"It wasn't like you could help it."

"No, I suppose not. I really need to find a girlfriend. He, um, sounded demanding."

"Its kind of all an act. He doesn't do anything that scares or hurts me, just likes to sort of, push my buttons sometimes. Its been a while since we've seen each other."

"Lucky guy. Does he know you love him?"

"Is it obvious? No, he probably doesn't, guys never seem to get when the right girl comes along until they leave."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'd tell you to enjoy the rest of your weekend but I need to be able to get out of here without embarrassing myself."

Violet moved into the aisle and started laughing. She only had her carryon bag so she could catch a cab to Michael's right away. Forty-five minutes later she was ringing his doorbell which had to be a record for Boston traffic. When he answered the door she pounced on him. As she was kissing him she felt his hand wander up her thigh to her waist under her skirt.

"I gave up and stopped wearing them, especially with skirts. Does that bother you?"

"I'm not sure. I wanted you to do that just for me."

"Oh, there are lots of other things I do just for you. If you'd let me I could think of a couple more you haven't let me do yet."

"Get undressed."

"Michael..."

"No arguments. I can't wait any longer to touch you, it feels like you have been gone forever. Besides I have a very special present for you."

Violet started undressing. "You didn't go crazy I hope?"

"Umm, no this is something very personal I had made for you. Go get into bed."

Violet had butterflies which seemed crazy considering how often they did this. When they got to the bedroom Michael had her put on a blindfold saying it would help her feel less inhibited. She would have laughed if Michael hadn't been looking so serious. Any inhibitions she had ever had were gone. Where she had always been quiet and shy now she spoke her mind and didn't panic being the center of attention if she had to. She was much more confident in her work, even Allyn had noticed and commented that maybe Michael was good for her after all.