The Finest Line (15 page)

“But you’re hardly here,”
Mairead grinned. “You’re too busy looking after me.”

“And a full time job it is which
is why I rent the house out for part of the year and have
professionals to care for it.”

It was no less impressive inside
with its exposed timber beams in high pitched ceilings. Thick grey
carpet shared the floor with hardwood polished floors. The old and
new blended exquisitely with polished antiques and modern
furnishings.

Mairead followed him to a slate
tiled timber kitchen with a black marble island bench. James put
the kettle on and began to pull food from the fridge.

“Steak, eggs, mushrooms and
cubed potatoes, how does that sound?”

“Delicious,” Mairead felt her
tummy rumble. “What do you want me to do?”

“Go and look around. You’ll only
get in the way.” James was pulling out frying pan and cutting
board.

Mairead needed no encouragement
and set about exploring the house. Downstairs the open plan already
showed the lounge and dining rooms. There was a marble tiled
bathroom, and to her delight it had a double spa bath set into an
alcove with a soft light above it.

Upstairs, everything was far
more impressive.

Along the length of a hallway
the panoramic window had a spectacular view of Wellington Harbour.
She stopped and stared out at its blue waters and boats and even
the ferry that went between the islands. The city tiered in the
background.

Mairead passed two generous
bedrooms and found another at the end of the hallway which was
obviously the master bedroom.

It was thrice as large as the
others with panoramic window on two sides. An area had been set
aside in one corner with a large ivory lounge suite facing a
massive flat panel screen. She could see an open door leading to a
bathroom but her eyes fixed on the king size bed.

The black wrought iron and
timber frame contrasted with the dark purple brocade bedspread with
its matching pillows and gold cushions. The iron formed a pattern
of flowers at the headboard and base. Each of the four carved bed
posts were polished and set with a black iron ring.

A thought occurred to her that
it was highly probable that she was going to lose her virginity in
that. It was exciting and frightening and overwhelming.

She tentatively sat down on it
and found it to be quite high but very comfortable. A little bounce
revealed no sound and Mairead giggled at her naughty thought.
Carefully she stretched out on the bedspread and lay against the
pillows, wanting to see what James saw whenever he woke up in the
bed. Her eyes feasted on blue sky and water and the distant
Wairarapa Mountains.

She felt so tiny on the bed and
she had a sudden urge to jump on it but she denied it and was
content to roll back and forth across the width. She was having fun
until she was interrupted by a cough.

James was grinning, “Your meal
is ready.”

Mairead sprung off and quickly
straightened the bedspread. “I’ll be right down.”

She had hoped he would go down
without her but he stood waiting and took her hand when she came to
him. Halfway down the hallway he suddenly swept her up and tossed
her over his shoulder. Mairead giggled until he swatted her
backside.

“Ouch. What was that for?”

“Don’t even think of jumping on
my bed.”

Mairead gaped that this man was
even able to invade her thoughts. “I was thinking no such thing.
Hell this meal had better be worth it. I could have been having
McDonald’s with Kylie without getting my arse whipped.”

That remark earned her another
smack and she decided to keep quiet until they were downstairs
where he deposited her in a chair at the dining table.

The delicious smell of the food
before her was indeed worth any hiding. Lack of food and an emotion
charged afternoon had left her ravenous and she waited for no
invite to begin.

“This is awesome, James” Mairead
managed to say between mouthfuls. “I never would have picked you
for a cook.”

“Single man who likes to eat
well,” James was nearly finished his food. “You learn quickly.”

He got up and walked across to a
wine rack returning with a bottle of red and two glasses. “Now that
you’ve eaten, would you like a drink?”

Mairead nodded eagerly. Alcohol
was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves. It all felt so
romantic and she could barely believe that they had shared another
meal together in this gorgeous house with an expectation of
incredible things to come.

When she had finished eating
James took their plates out, refusing her offer of help with the
dishes. He returned and topped up their glasses.

“I can’t remember when I’ve
enjoyed a day so much.” She studied his face, trying to imagine
what his lips would feel like on hers.

James returned her gaze as he
sat back with his glass. “I want to make your night even
better.”

Any strength the meal had given
her melted away at that moment. Mairead trembled and found she was
unable to speak, even as he stood up and came to her. Taking the
glass from her hand, he placed it on the table and lifted her into
his arms.

She held her arms around his
neck staring into his eyes as he carried her to lounge. He laid her
gently onto the couch, her head on the armrest and she watched as
he sat down on the edge next to her, aware that his breathing had
become audible.

His eyes never left her face as
he began to slowly unbutton her shirt. Only as he tucked each side
away from her breasts, did his gaze move down. He smiled as he
discovered the front opening clasp of her white lacy bra.

Mairead gasped slightly as it
was unhooked and pushed to each side, fully aware that he was now
gazing intently at her naked breasts. She barely breathed as she
felt his fingers caress each one in turn, cupping them in his hands
and gently brushing her hardened nipples with his thumbs.

Her vagina contracted forcefully
and she felt the dampness in her underwear. She wanted desperately
to feel his fingers there, knowing that the moment he touched her,
an orgasm would ignite.

Instead he stood up and bent
over her laying a soft kiss on each nipple before moving to her
mouth. Mairead put her arms around his neck and pulled his head
against hers, enticing the passion of his kiss. Her tongue pushed
into his mouth and discovered the welcoming response of his.

She was barely aware of him
picking her up and sitting down again, lowering her onto his lap
with her legs straddling his. Finally his kiss calmed and he gently
pulled away.

“I need air,” He whispered with
a smile.

Mairead sat back with a
seductive smile of her own and pushed out her chest inviting
further inspection of her breasts. His face showed his approval and
he gently cupped them and brushed her nipples again before taking
her bra and hooking it back in place.

She frowned when her shirt was
similarly restored. “Is something wrong?”

James smiled. “Not a thing. You
are perfection, but we do need to have a little talk.”

The last thing Mairead wanted
was talk. “If you’re worried about Daddy, I can assure you he would
give us his absolute blessing,”

James smirked. “Yes I don’t
doubt it. Your father has made several unsubtle comments about the
type of man that should be with you. Strangely I fit the
description quite accurately.”

Mairead laughed. “Daddy will
never be the Minister of Diplomacy but it still means we can move
on from a professional relationship to one like this one where you
kiss me and touch me and tell me you love me completely. I
definitely prefer this one.”

“Me too,” James smiled briefly
before a slightly harder look set in. “In this relationship I will
be able to speak my mind more openly and it will be far more
appropriate in which to discipline you.”

The tingles were back and
Mairead gulped. “How do you mean?”

“Mairead,” James pushed her hair
back behind her ear and kissed her gently on her nose. “The air
needs to be totally cleared between us Mairead, and frankly, I’m
still a little bit angry with you.”

“But why are you angry?” Mairead
had a fair idea but hoped her vulnerable innocence might entice
them off a path she wasn’t sure she wanted to go down.

James showed some amusement.
“Where do I start? The disruption of mine and Vanessa’s holiday
plans? Phone calls from your father? Or shall we just skip to your
behaviour of the other night?”

“But you already told me off big
time for that.”

“I reacted as my emotions
dictated and I regret it.”

“And I forgave you so that makes
us even.” Mairead suggested, “Time to move on.”

James grinned and slowly shook
his head. “You became the wet dream for every man in that club and
although you took precautions, you opened yourself to be media
fodder that would have been detrimental to your father. You made
some poor choices Mairead, for the purpose, I believe, of pure
revenge. Would I be wrong?”

Mairead bowed and shook her head
slowly.

James reached out and lifted her
chin. “Mairead it is not my purpose to make you feel badly about
yourself, merely to point out that there are consequences for the
choices we make. You’ve emerged relatively unscathed from some
really bad choices and suffered little for them. In fact others
have been far more wounded by your actions. That’s not going to
happen anymore.”

“What are you going to do?”
Mairead knew the answer before she had even asked the question but
she wanted to hear him say it. Her body was already beginning to
tremble in anticipation. Every nerve was right on the edge.

“I’m going to finish what I
started the other night.” He told her quietly.

There were a thousand objections
presenting themselves in her mind but her body was ignoring them
all. His announcement had unleashed every bodily reaction she had
ever had to arousal.

She whispered, “I don’t want to
be sent to bed again.”

James grinned. “This time you
probably will.”

He pulled her gently towards him
and took her lips in his, kissing her softly again and again. When
he stopped, he whispered to her, “I want you to stand up.”

Slowly she moved from his lap
and stood before him, her eyes never leaving him. James reached
down and began to take off her runners and socks. He brought them
together and put them to one side before reaching for the button on
her jeans.

Once unzipped he slowly drew
them down until she was able to step out of them having to lean on
his shoulders as she did. He folded them and put them with her
shoes.

It occurred to her ominously
that she was dressed in the white French cut knickers of her
fantasy. She was beginning to remember how reality was a lot more
painful than fantasy.

She resisted when he tried to
gently pull her towards him. His eyes searched her face before he
pulled her forcefully to stand between his legs.

Mairead whimpered. “I don’t
think I want you to do this.”

James smiled thinly and released
her. “Walk away if you want.”

She didn’t. She couldn’t even
move her feet and several seconds later found herself face down on
the couch, her bottom perched precariously over James’ left thigh.
Her legs were pinned by his and his left arm went across her lower
back with his hand securing her at the hip.

Strangely she didn’t feel as
frightened now that she was secured and even some of her humour for
the situation had returned.

“You painted a completely
different picture of what this night was going to be. This is so
unfair.”

His hand began to caress the
lace of her knickers. “The night hasn’t even begun Mairead. Now
take your spanking like a good girl and you might get a treat later
on.”

He infuriated her. “You really
are a precocious bastard.”

“Can’t help whom you fall in
love with,” with that his hand descended with a mighty slap.

“Ouch,” Mairead yelled as
stinging pain flooded her right buttock and she immediately
tightened her muscles.

James sighed. “Do you remember
what it felt like when I smacked the back of your thighs?”

“Yes,” Mairead sulked as she
remembered well. Reluctantly she allowed herself to relax and for
James to shift her legs further apart.

“That’s better,” James started
spanking again but not as hard as that first slap. Mairead was able
to grit her teeth and remain quiet whilst a small fire was flaring
up in her bottom.

There was life going on between
her legs again and she began to shift her focus to that. Her
clitoris was pulsating and she found herself becoming fascinated at
the workings of her vagina. Without any conscious effort her
vaginal muscles contracted and released at their own will and she
wondered whether blood flow to her nether regions was the
cause.

The spasms were definitely
stronger during a spanking than in masturbation. She thought how
she would have to look it up on the internet one day and that made
her giggle.

Her spanking abruptly stopped
and James leaned towards her. “Did you just laugh?”

Mairead eyes widened as she
realised how sore her bum was. “No I cried. It was a whimper. I’m
really hurting.”

“Obviously not hurting enough,”
James hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers. “It
seems to be time to bare your bottom young lady.”

Mairead gasped and began to
struggle. James was about to see everything without even the luxury
of a thong. The position in which he held her gave him a clear view
of her vagina and not even she had seen it from that angle. She
reached back and clung to her knickers.

James took her hand in his and
held it at her side while he completed his task. Her hopes of
modesty descended with her knickers.