There was not a thing she could do to resist. To stop me. I could go as deep as I liked. Eight inches. And still I continued, an unhurried thick snake pushing into her throat until her face was pressed into my groin.
I knew with my cock so deep in her throat there was no way she could breathe so I began to pull back enjoying the way her throat squeezed to eject the foreign object out.
I kept my dick in the warm cave of her mouth while she took gasping breaths. When I judged that she had recovered I completely buried myself into her face. The slick capitulation, the depth of my penetration, and the total control I had over her served up a sensation that was like distilled pleasure. Something incandescent that pulsed down my length. I was coming and I was determined to hold as much of my cock down her throat as I could right through my climax.
As I began to shoot my load, emptying myself directly into her stomach, she began to make swallowing motions. Every spurt was a new wave of slick muscles running down my length. As the last few pulses hit my body I pulled out from her throat and filled her mouth with my remaining seed.
Before she could swallow it I used the extra lubrication of my cum to force my cock deep into her throat. Fucking her throat prolonged my ejaculation. Drops of semen and saliva escaped from around the corners of her lips and dribbled down her jaw. Her lips were slimy and her fine hair was glued to her cheek with my spill. Her breasts heaved. Tears from choking were set like jewels in her eyelashes.
She was every man’s fantasy come true.
I pulled out of her mouth and watched her lick her lips. She stood up, her lower face covered with my cream, and said, ‘Thanks for the drink, it was delicious, but…’ She took my fingers in her small hand and guided them between her legs. ‘You made my pussy wet.’
She was indeed wet. She was soaking.
I should have felt the sting of shame and guilt. How could I? I had never behaved in such an unprofessional manner before. I opened my mouth. I didn’t know what I was going to say—perhaps I was intending to apologize, even knowing that an apology was only going to make it worse—but she pressed my lips with her index finger.
‘Shh… Say nothing,’ she said, shaking her head slowly. ‘Nothing has changed. I’ll see you Wednesday at the agreed time.’
Then she was gone.
Ah, but, Lady Olivia, everything has changed.
18
Olivia
The earth laughs in flowers.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
After I left Dr. Kane I found it impossible to stay in London. All I wanted to do was go to his flat and let him fuck me, but I was afraid he would start to imagine that I was some kind of stalker. So when Ivana told me that she was sending around the car to take me back to Marlborough Hall in time for dinner I readily agreed.
I had ten minutes before I had to go and get dressed for dinner so I went into the conservatory and checked on the plastic pots where my flower seeds were germinating. I was putting on my gardening gloves when Ivana walked in.
‘Hello, darling. I wasn’t here when you came in.’ She kissed me warmly on my cheeks. ‘How are you?’ Her gaze was searching.
‘All right,’ I said quietly.
‘I’ve been meaning to ask you, how are your sessions with Dr. Kane coming on?’
I felt suddenly guarded. I could not let anyone know what had happened between Dr. Kane and me. It was my fault anyway. I had practically forced him. I took my gloves off, looked up at her and smiled. ‘Good.’
She smiled brightly. ‘Does that mean you are starting to remember things?’
‘A bit.’
Her smile faltered. ‘What does that mean?’
‘It just means that Dr Kane doesn’t want to push it.’
A slight frown was trying to form on her smooth forehead, but the Botox injections held firm. ‘What have you actually remembered?’
‘A few things. Nothing truly important. A birthday party. Walking up to the bell tower. Going to dance school.’
She was staring at me with an unimpressed expression.
‘They are little things,’ I said. ‘I know they sound unimportant to you because you have all your memories, but they are very important to me because I have nothing.’
‘I see,’ she said carefully.
‘The main thing is I feel really well.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘He hasn’t acted…in any way irresponsibly, has he?’
I could feel my cheeks becoming hot but I made my eyes large as if shocked. ‘Of course not.’
‘I hope not. Because I would be absolutely furious if he tried anything with you. I overlooked his past and gave him the benefit of the doubt, even though I was advised not to use him, because I trusted him.’