Starr Fated (32 page)

“Guys watch a
lot of porn. And in porn, all the girls are perfectly happy to take
it up the ass any time a guy fancies it. Real life just isn’t like
that – anal sex takes a hell of a lot of skill and preparation,
otherwise it can be really painful and cause a lot of damage, but
all this porn the guys watch so avidly gives them unrealistic
expectations. So now I make it crystal clear with a guy from the
outset that I don’t do anal. Maybe sometime in the future, if I was
in a more committed long term relationship, I might try it again,
but not right now,” Abbey explained.

“Anal? Oh my
God, I don’t think I could ever find letting a guy play around with
my bum erotic or sensual,” I gasped in horror.

“Never say
never, Sera. The anus has a huge number of nerve endings that can
increase sexual pleasure. It’s just a case of having a skilled
enough lover to make it a good experience for you. That’s one of
the reasons I like being with a girl rather than a guy sometimes.
Girls tend to be more creative and thoughtful because they aren’t
as fixated on one part of their anatomy like a lot of guys
are.”

“I can totally
get that. Men are so ridiculously proud of their junk aren’t
they?”

“Hell, yes,”
Abbey laughed. “Like it’s their most prized possession.”

“Okay,
anything else you won’t do?”

“Not really,
but some things take time to build up to enjoying. Oral sex, for
example. I wasn’t that keen on giving head to start with. I found
it impossible to even try to deep throat a guy without gagging, but
I've worked on my skills, and now I love seeing a guy totalling
coming apart because of how I'm working on him. It can be the
ultimate control trip.”

“Deep throat?”
I asked feebly.

“Taking the
guy’s penis right down into the back of your mouth, into the
tightness of your throat, so that the really sensitive part of his
tip is squeezed and stimulated. Most guys really love that, so they
think you're a real star if you can manage it. But it’s very
difficult to start with, especially if you have a strong gag
reflex,” she explained, not in the least bit fazed.

“I'm not sure
about the whole oral sex thing either. I mean, it’s not what your
bits were originally intended for, is it?” It all sounded a little
bit kinky to me.

“Oh my God,
this is the good Irish Catholic repressed and inhibited girl
speaking now, isn’t it? You’re happy to kiss a guy on his mouth,
right? But you could argue that a mouth is intended only for food,
couldn’t you? So if a guy kisses you on the lips of your mouth, or
the lips of your lady parts, what’s the difference. You just need
to make sure you keep it all nice and tidy down there.”

“You mean
shave or wax?”I asked, remembering Liam’s offer to pay for any
waxing I needed at the Selfridges or Harvey Nicholls beauty salon –
was this what he was expecting me to do? I’d made sure I was
basically all neat and tidy down there before my date with Jamie,
and assumed that was all that was expected.

“Sure, I mean
it’s the least you can do if you're going to expect a guy to return
the favour and go down on you. He shouldn’t have to fight his way
through the undergrowth to get to the essential parts, should he?
Make it as easy as possible for him to find your clit. I've been
tempted to have arrows tattooed down there to help point guys in
the right direction,” Abbey laughed.

“I don’t know,
I think I'd find it way too embarrassing to have a guy between my
legs, down there, doing that to me.”

“Trust me on
this one Sera, it feels fantastic when a skilled guy works on you.
Oral gives you the most intense orgasms, so you soon get over any
embarrassment. Do not miss out on this experience.”

“Okay, I’ll
try,” I promised, rather unconvincingly.

“Just let Liam
guide you – you are so lucky to have such an experienced guy. Don’t
you think there must be a good reason why all these women have been
queuing up to be his fuck buddy?”

“Not something
I like to give a lot of thought to,” I frowned at her. “But I don’t
doubt the fact that he has a very affluent life style has
influenced quite a few of them. He has this air about him, and he
must know so much about all sorts of kinky things. Like how he
explained to me about Dominants and submissives when we went to the
club that time, how they wear collars and all that kind of thing,
because he thought people might make assumptions about us when they
saw us together and heard me calling him Sir, or Mr. Starr.”

“Sera, did he
actually tell you that he was a Dom?” Abbey asked excitedly.

“No, he didn't
say that, but he certainly seemed to know a lot about it, about how
it can be a whole lifestyle choice, or just something played out
for an agreed time, like a weekend. Maybe that’s what he likes to
do sometimes; I have no idea.”

“Liam does
have that commanding air about him, no question. How intriguing. I
have to admit that’s an area I haven’t fully explored yet, but I’d
really like to,” Abbey admitted.

“Seriously?
You’d be someone’s sex slave?”

“Who says I’d
be the slave? Maybe I'd be a Dominatrix with my own submissive,
that really appeals to me. It’s another new area to try out, that’s
all I'm saying. You’ll need to open up your mind and push your
limits with a man like Liam. You have to make the effort and work
at these things, Sera. And then you’ll find you get a lot more
pleasure out of sex. The last thing you want to be is a ‘lay back
and think of England’ type. It’s your right, your privilege, to
enjoy sex just as much a man.”

“I know you’re
right and I'm only too aware that there’ll be plenty of other women
snapping at my heels if I don’t get into this,” I sighed. Liam had
told me he hadn't been interested in any one else since he’d met
me, but I knew that couldn’t last. Abbey was right. I mustn’t be my
usual negative self and spoil things before they’d even got
started.

“Have you
sorted out your contraception yet? Get yourself on the pill, then
you won’t have to think about that side of things – assuming you’re
good to go condom free. I take it Liam has a clean bill of sexual
health?”

“Yeah, he’s
shown me all his latest test results, and says he’s always
practised safe sex with all his previous partners. I’ve got an
appointment at the clinic on campus tomorrow, so I should get
something sorted out then,” I smiled.

“Anything else
you want to ask, or shall we go exploring now?” Abbey asked, as we
stood up from the table. We were dying to look around the whole
Butler’s Wharf area as it was all new to both of us.

“No. I think
I'm all good for now. And thanks, you know, for putting up with all
my stupid questions,” I grinned at her.

“That’s
alright, I can already see myself with a whole new career as a sex
counsellor,” she grinned back as she gave me a quick hug. “I just
have this gut feeling that things are going to work out really well
between you and Liam.”

“Now you’re
sounding just like my family. Are you sure you haven’t got any
Irish blood in you?” I joked, as we linked our arms and made our
way out.

Talking to Seraphina
via Skype was both heaven and
hell. It was heaven being able to see her and hear her, but it was
hell not being able to touch her in anyway. At least she was using
her new phone now, so I could ring or text her any time and ask her
to log in, although I was disappointed by how often she was busy,
or out somewhere when it would have been a good time for me to talk
from New York.

Sera seemed
pleased with the apartment and found it acceptable, so that was a
step in the right direction. She made a fuss about accepting the
new MacBook I’d provided until I pointed out she’d need it when she
started working at SCV. I was relieved she’d accepted the position,
because I had no doubt that other companies would have snapped her
up once they'd seen the quality of her work. I just needed to make
sure she actually signed the contract so she didn't slip through my
fingers. I’d ensured it was a very generous contract so there was
no chance she’d think I was taking advantage of our situation to
get her signed up on the cheap. I was also revising Tom Johnson’s
contract to bring him into line, as I was relying on him for some
continuity now that Rob Lewis had left, and Simon Draper was taking
early retirement on grounds of ill health, and would be leaving at
the end of the month.

I was glad
that Tom was a happily married man with a new baby, so having an
attractive co-worker like Seraphina hopefully shouldn’t prove any
kind of a temptation to him, although naturally I’d still be
watching him very closely. Seeing Seraphina with the guy in Ireland
had brought home to me how possessive I felt about her, and that I
also had a very jealous nature where she was concerned. I'd never
felt this way about anyone before, so these were all new and very
powerful emotions I was discovering that I had to learn to keep
under check.

Finally my
time in New York was up and I flew back to the UK, sleeping on the
flight back so that I’d be fine for our date on Friday evening.

I took extra
care with my appearance for our first date, having my hair cut and
a wet shave at the barbers – usually I use an electric shaver for
speed.

My suits are
bespoke from my Savile Row tailor so they fit my large frame
perfectly, and I picked out one of my newer suits to wear for our
first date. I chose the lightweight silver grey, with a pale grey
shirt and a contrasting purple tie. A pair of plain silver oval
cufflinks completed the outfit, along with my favourite Foster
handmade black leather shoes.

I couldn’t
wait to see Seraphina. I'd never felt such a desperate longing to
see a woman, and I was finding it overwhelming and all consuming.
Maybe this was why in times of old men swore they’d been bewitched,
that they’d had a spell cast over them, because these feelings
seemed to defy all logic and sanity to a man like me. I knew that
Seraphina’s witch of a grandmother was right – if she left me
again, I'd be compelled to go after her and bring her back.

I always pride
myself on being punctual, but it was impatience that led to me
being a few minutes early in arriving outside Seraphina’s
apartment.

I buzzed the
intercom to her apartment – I held a key to the place, but I had no
intention of ever using it unless there was an emergency. She had
to be able to trust me, and I was determined to earn that trust by
behaving impeccably.

“Hi. You’re
early,” she answered on the intercom after a moment.

“I allowed
plenty of time for traffic and there wasn’t any,” I quipped, having
made my way down from my penthouse apartment.

“Oh, ha-ha,”
she replied sarcastically.

Seraphina
opened the door and as I stepped in, our eyes locked, and I found
myself smiling. I didn’t think it was possible, but she looked even
more beautiful than I remembered. Stunningly beautiful. And she’d
agreed to try and work things out with me. I knew I was a very
lucky man.

“Hi,” she
smiled back at me shyly. She was wearing a short fitted button
through cream lace dress, with bare legs and no shoes. She’d put
her hair up in a mass of curls, which I liked because it left her
neck exposed. She was wearing some rather unusual long dangly
earrings with little feathers on them - very Seraphina.

“Hi,” I smiled
back, as I handed her the large bunch of white roses I'd brought
for her.

“Oh, thank
you, Liam, they’re lovely,” she beamed, as she stuck her nose in
them and inhaled deeply.

“I didn't know
what you liked, but I know your middle name means Rose, so…” I
explained.

“Roses are my
absolute favourites, although I adore flowers of any sort. How did
you know about my middle name?”

“My intention
is to know everything there is to know about you, Seraphina.” I
followed her through to the kitchen area. Without her shoes, she
was even smaller than I remembered. “All your details are on the
paperwork you filled in for SCV.”

“Of course.
That’s how you tracked me down in Ireland, wasn’t it?” She found a
vase in the cupboard, filled it with water and quickly arranged the
roses, before taking them into the lounge area and putting them on
the coffee table.

“What shoes
are you planning to wear tonight?” I asked.

“I was trying
to decide when you turned up. Nothing I have seems quite right,”
she sighed.

“Try these. I
saw them in New York, and having noticed your taste for quirky
footwear, I thought you might like them.”

I handed her
the Bergdorf Goodman bag I'd been holding behind my back. I’d never
bought a woman a pair of shoes before, but these had called out to
me when I’d seen them in the window as I'd walked past the store,
because they seemed so her, so Seraphina. They were nothing like
any shoes I would have picked out before I met her if I'd been
asked what I liked.

“For me?” she
asked in amazement.

“I don’t see
anyone else here,” I said, pretending to look around.

“Liam! You
haven’t bought me a pair of Jimmy Choo’s have you?” she shrieked as
she took the box out of the bag, then opened it to take the shoes
out.

“They are
beautiful,” she whispered, as she reverently touched them.

Malika
metallic sandals, the very helpful shop assistant had informed me
they were called, and went on to tell me that they were a
perforated, two-tone metallic leather, peek-a-boo sandal, with an
ankle-high cuff, back zip and five inch heel. Fuck all that
bullshit. All I could think about was how sexy Seraphina’s legs
would look in them, whatever they were called or however they were
described.

“Try them on,
see if they fit.”