chapter 11

The last words of our argument ring in my ears. This weekend was supposed to have been our time together …and yet it has dissolved into the usual bitter disaster. Booked into the exclusive Harringtons resort, I'd had high hopes. Then I caught you at the bar after lunch, cocktail in hand, drooling over the leggy blonde from the hotel spa.The dull predictability had not dampened my anger and I had confronted you back in our suite; my accusations leading to a huge row. Tears and insults flowed, before you had finally left me to stew. Not before you'd told me how you intended to pick up with your new blonde friend in the meantime…

And so here I am. Eyes swollen from the frustrated tears I've cried, I am utterly fed up with the state of our marriage. Staring at myself in the elaborate vanity mirror, I am starting to understand why you look elsewhere. Is that really my reflection? How did I become this disheveled mess? My dark hair is a matted net, clinging to my hot face and I am still in my dressing robe from bathing after lunch.

The knock at the door takes me by surprise and I jump to answer it. My heart skips excitedly, hoping that you've come back, bouquet in hand, for ravenous make-up sex. I am half startled and half irritated, when I open the weighted door, to find one of the hotel butlers standing there.

"Mrs. Sykes?" he enquiries in a deep, husky accent from some place I can't quite put my finger on. His face says that he is clearly bemused to find me in a state of undress.

Embarrassed, I move the top of my silk robe to cover my exposed breasts."Yes," I mutter self-consciously, "can I help you?"

A soon as the words leave my lips I notice how strikingly attractive he is and I regret my dismissive tone. He is young, probably no older than thirty, tall and dark haired. His face is masculine, but has soft, round features and that one day old stubble that I love to run my fingers through.

He smiles, acknowledging my appraisal of his good looks.

"Apologies for the interruption madam," he starts casually, "but I have a delivery for your room – champagne for two – with our compliments."

He moves sideways to reveal a small trolley to his right. It is loaded with petit fours next to a huge ice bucket containing the very expensive looking champagne. My subconscious laughs at the irony. You must have pre-ordered this as a treat before the bust up… Well, it does seem a shame to waste it now…

"Thank you," I reply as demurely as possible. "Would you mind bringing it inside for me?"

The question sounds like a flirty proposition, which of course it is meant to be. Inwardly I chastise myself for the exposure to yet more humiliation… Look at him Sara… why on earth would he be interested in you? As though he isreading my mind, he smiles again. It is a warm, sincere smile, with just a hint of sin.

"Of course, madam. I'd be happy to do that."

I move back inside the room, allowing him just enough space to squeeze his alluring body past me. As he passes I smell a delicious scent coming from him. It's some sensual mix of leather and spice that makes me feel hot and heady. I close the door and take a second to collect myself. This latest row must have hit me badly if I am flirting with the first man I see…? But then, turning to see look at him, it's obvious why I'm so affected.

He is busy removing items from the silver trolley and arranging them onto the glass coffee table in the lounge portion of the suite. As he works he bends salaciously over the table, exposing his gorgeous backside to me. It looks delicious in his tight, black uniform. My breath hitches and I realize suddenly just how much I want this man to take my mind off my marital issues... I have no idea who he is and yet he is so tempting…

He turns to face me, having finished the task at hand. He holds the bottle of champagne out towards me expectantly.

"Shall I pour for you madam?" he asks.

It is an appropriate question and yet he makes it sound like a scorching proposal…"Mmmm, please," is all I manage in reply.

I watch him filling the crystal flutes one at a time. He is meticulous and seems to deliberately take a long time to complete the job. The room is silent – except, it seems, for the sounds of my excited breathing.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?" he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly.

His accent is gorgeous, soft and brooding and the words seem to goad me. It seems such a deliberately loaded thing to ask… Is he flirting with me? Surely I'm just imagining it? I move fractionally forward and take a deep breath.

"Actually, I know this is an unusual request, but…" I hesitate, suddenly unsure.

He takes a step towards me and gently places one of his slender fingers under my chin, raising my face to look directly at him. I blush – embarrassed by the unexpected contact – but also from the electricity that shoots through me at his touch.

"Go on…" he coaxes, "ask away. I'm your butler, Mrs. Sykes; it's my job to make sure you're fully satisfied during your stay at Harringtons."

Bolstered by the physical contact, I swallow the last fragments of my pride and finish my sentence."I was wondering if you'd share the bubbly with me. I know my husband won't be back for a long time and I'd really appreciate the company…"

My voice hangs in the air as he silently assesses my face. Then he closes the remaining distance between us and uses the same, soft finger to trace an invisible line down my jaw, to my lips. The act is so intimate that it takes my breath away and instinctively I close my eyes.

"Well, my shift ends in a few minutes," I hear him say, "so I'd be very happy to join you. Thanks for the invitation."

My eyes fly open and I gape at him in disbelief.

"As I am still on duty at this moment, is there anything else I can do for you?" he continues.

Images of him kissing me, disrobing me and fondling my entire body fill my mind… I push them away, although I know my face has coloured at the thought.

"I have a few suggestions…" I murmur quietly, staring into his smoldering blue eyes. "But I am not sure they fall into a butler's remit."

"Perhaps you'd be surprised at the lengths I'm prepared to go to in order to keep you happy, madam," he replied, winking at me.

This time my blush engulfs me and I feel the heat rising to my face. He brushes that fingeracross my lips for a few further seconds and then reaches down to kiss them. The kiss is hard and intense, taking no prisoners. His tongue sweeps across my lips, brushing past my teeth. I gladly receive him, opening up and moaning into his mouth. I feel myself getting damp at the prospect of those lips elsewhere on my body.

"Mmmm, Mrs. Sykes, you do taste good," he declares, nibbling my lower lip.

I can't help smiling to myself as he steps back, checking his watch and then obviously satisfied with the time, hands me a champagne-filled flute.

"Shall we?" he asks, gesturing to the chaise-longue in the corner of the room.

I nod, taking a mouthful of the bubbles. I feel a little giddy and am not sure if it's the alcohol or the lust pulsing through me. I skip over and seat myself beside him. Boldly I raise my glass and propose an impromptu toast:

"Here's to a satisfying evening then?"

He flashes me a wicked grin and gently clinks my glass in agreement.

"My sentiments exactly," he concurs. "It's not my place to say so, of course, but it's really not right that such a beautiful woman should be on her own in this wonderful suite."

I appraise him again, not really able to believemy luck. Why would such a hot, young guy be interested in me? I am sure he can have his pick of women his own age for casual sex…? It occurs to me that that's what I hope this is: impeccable, mind-blowing, casual fucking. The thought makes me feel horny and wanton for the first time in an age.

"Thank you," I reply, bashful at the unexpected compliment. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I made the reservation, but you might be about to make my day a whole lot better! I'm Sara by the way," I say, suddenly a little embarrassed that we haven't yet got the formalities out of the way. "I don't think I know your name?"

"I'm Blake, madam," he answers, eyes full of unadulterated sin.

"Blake," I start, feeling my confidence diminish, "…what must you think of me?"

"Sara, it's not my place to judge you," he whispers, staring at me with that same loaded intensity. "But I'm here for you right now… if you want me?"

What a question! I've possibly never wanted anyone more…Unwelcome thoughts of you push their way into my head. How could I ever explain this; after all the things I have accused you of doing?"I've never done anything like this before," I murmur, surveying Blake's handsome face as I falter between guilt and lust, "but… there's no denying how much I want you."

He pulls me closer towards him and I go gladly, climbing onto his lap. Straddling him intimately, he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing the silk aside and caressing my pale, exposed skin. Even against his uniform, I can feel his hardness. His body feels taut and poised for action. Blake runs his fingers through my hair, gently drawing my head backwards, exposing my neck. He plants soft kisses across the nape, building the pressure slowly, until the feelings are almost too exquisite. Pausing, he draws me down to him, so we are eye to eye.

"Well it sounds good to me," he purrs, "how long do you think we have?"

I check the oak grandfather clock, ticking happily to my left. It's approaching seven o'clock. If you were going to come back to change, you'd have done so by now… so in reality we probably have hours…

"I would guess a couple of hours, but it's impossible to know..."

My voice trails away, concerned that his conscience might be getting the better of him. I need not have worried. He answers my frown withanother passionate kiss. Our lips crash together, animating the now palpable sexual tension between us. He tugs gently at the belt securing my robe, pulling both ends so they fall loosely to my sides. The front opens, exposing my swollen breasts and eager nipples.

Pulling me up even closer to him, he draws my left nipple into his hot mouth. I hear myself groan at the sudden, welcomed sensation. His teeth tug gently at the growing bud and instinctively I run my fingers through the length of his dark, luscious hair. I feel his erection straining to be free by my thigh and work my leg against him, noticing him grow at the contact. As he turns his attention to my other breast, he fondles the left with his skilful hands, leaving me breathless and writhing uncontrollably on his lap.

"Oh, I want to feel you inside me!"

The words leave my lips in a rush of brazen desire, even before I have had time to process them.

He stops nuzzling me for a moment and smiles that sinful grin again.

"Uh-uh, Mrs. Sykes, not yet! If you want my cock, then you're going to have to work for it…"

His tone is playful and yet he looks serious. Intrigued by his response, I decide to play Blake at his own game and rising from his lap, I drop to myknees on the plush carpet in front of him.

"…What can I do for you sir?" I ask primly, watching his response from beneath my lashes.

He chuckles and leans in towards me.

"Now that's more like it!" he laughs, "how about I get to play customer for a while…?"

There's a dangerous edge to his voice and I like it. I can feel my excitement spreading down my thighs.

"Certainly, sir," I continue. "How can I help you?"

Blake arches his back into the chaise-longue, simultaneously releasing his belt buckle, with long, agile fingers. He releases the button on the top of his trousers and slowly unzips his fly, eyeing me intently during the whole show.

"Come over here and taste me," he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.

Heady with my desire for this man, I let the last remnants of my robe fall around my calves. Blake's eyes widen as he drinks in all of my body. Usually so reluctant to show any flesh, I lower myself to my hands and knees and brazenly crawl the short distance between us. My breasts swing in front of me; my hard, excited nipples aching for his lips again. I'm absolutely desperate to have him, in my mouth andBy the time I arrive at his crotch, his impressive length has been freed and throbs impatiently as my mouth approaches it. The fact that this gorgeous man wants me as much as I want him is so exhilarating. I eye his face one final time before I taste him and seeing his expectant smile, I wrap my lips around his hot prick.

It's been a long time since I last gave head, but my nerves dissipate fast. He is so taut and tasty – everything I have missed in a man. I swallow him down, sliding my mouth right down his length like the greedy woman I have become. He moans from above me, using his hand to guide my head up and down him. Hearing his encouraging noises I press my lips all the way down to his soft, dark hair. He more than fills my throat and I feel myself beginning to gag, tears collecting in my eyes – and yet – I absolutely bloody love it. I haven't been this gratuitous for years. I push myself down further and stay there for as long as I can, before allowing myself up for air.

His face is ecstatic as I head back down his hard length. I can't wait to have him inside my sex. I can already feel how hot and wet I am for him. Still on my hands and knees, I work up and down him, building my own desire with the pace. As the momentum develops, Blake holds my hair and really starts to fuck my mouth. He makes short, insistent thrusts into me as he takes control. I anywhere else he wants to be...stare up at him as best I can as he uses my throat. His expression is delicious. I have to have him now.

I pull away, still on all fours, gasping for breath.

"Now where are you going?" he asks me darkly.

Beyond caring how desperate I sound, I try to appeal to his testosterone-filled yearning.

"Please sir, can I have your cock inside my pussy now?"

He smiles, clearly enjoying being in charge. I hope he realizes how bloody erotic it is for me too!

"Perhaps, since you asked so nicely Sara… but only when I say so…"

He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.

"Follow me Sara… But stay on your hands and knees…"

He seats himself on the edge of the large, king-size bed and beckons me over with one finger. I smile, knowing this should be a humiliation, but feeling completely insatiable. I follow his instructions, crawling towards him like a hungryanimal; somehow utterly empowered by the role play.

As I approach he pats his lap, gesturing for me to come to him. I do so willingly, but as I try to climb up to straddle him again, he halts me with one large hand.

"Not yet," he says his voice a deep, husky whisper. "First I need to punish you for this infidelity. You know how wrong it is to fuck the butler whilst your husband is just downstairs in the hotel, don't you?"

I stare at him uncertainly, biting my lip… not knowing what to say. He's right of course, this is entirely wrong. I should be ashamed or at least guilt-ridden and yet deep, overwhelming desire for this man overshadows any other emotions… As I consider how to respond, his cock throbs impatiently by my head. The urge to reach out and hold it makes me feel giddy.

"…But sir – I want you so much. Please fuck me?"

God I am so desperate for him.

"Oh, I'm going to Sara," he says, voice full of authority, "but I am going to spank that pretty little behind for you first. Stand up and lock the door."

I swallow hard. This isn't what I had expected. I have heard about women who enjoy beingspanked and have always considered the idea to be a little off-the-wall. And yet now, kneeling in front of Blake, the idea seems less than crazy. After all, I do deserve to be punished, don't I…?

"Sara?"

Blake's voice is scorching and burns right through me.

"Yes, sir?"

"Lock the door and get over my knee. Now."

I stop thinking and allow my dripping desire to decide for me. Rising from the floor I dash to the door, enabling the internal lock – just in case – then I turn and walk back towards him. I am full of nerves by the time I reach his lap. I stand to his right side and consider what's about to happen.

He looks up at me, still smiling and points to his legs.

"Down," he says quietly.

I drape myself over his lap, my left arm grazing his hardness as I descend. As my head falls, my hair collects in a dark pile on the carpet in front of me. I have never been so vulnerable and exposed before. I shiver with anticipation. Will it hurt? Can I take it?

"Put your hands behind your back," he orders sensually, his voice still that dark whisper.

Saying nothing, I do as I am told. It's notexactly comfortable, and yet, being this way makes the whole thing feel so erotic… I hear small sounds from above me and strain my head to see what's going on. I just see Blake pulling his tie from around his neck and then feel him using it to secure my wrists together. The bonds are not tight, but the idea of being tied really does things to me. Things that I never expected to feel… I squirm over his lap, unable to hide the delicious mixture of anxiety and arousal bubbling inside me.

"Hold still, Sara," he says, and lands a small blow onto my exposed buttocks.

I yelp and try to become a statue across his hard legs. He lands a quick succession of small smacks on my behind. They don't hurt, but the idea that I am being punished by a stranger drives me crazy. Embarrassed shame and yearning surge through me, sending colour into all four of my cheeks. As he spanks me, Blake's words goad me;

"Why are you being punished Sara?"

I swallow hard; too mortified to reply. A sharp swat to my right buttock helps me find my voice.

"I've been very naughty, sir," I say, hoping this is the right answer.

"Yes, you have, beautiful," he says, caressing my hot behind, "and…?"

"…And I've just given head to a gorgeous manwho is not my husband, sir…" I say, enjoying the role play, even from this bizarre angle.

He chuckles lightly.

"Mmmm, yes you did," he says as though musing out loud.

He traces that delicate finger across my behind sliding it down past my anus and into the wet folds of my hungry slit. I groan out of some desperate reflex to have him there.

"And now you're being spanked over his lap… And soon… very soon… he's going to screw you all over this expensive suite…"

"Yes, sir," I say, breathless again.

I am so bloody frantic for him to fuck me.

He rains another torrent of smacks down on me. These are harder and my tender skin feels sore beneath them.

"Please, sir," I beg, not really knowing what to say.

Blake's throbbing prick is back against my arm, rubbing me impatiently. He wants me as much as I want him. The thought is comforting as the humbling punishment continues. I count the strokes in my mind and as he reaches twelve, he slides two fingers inside my pussy. I respond carnally, pushing myself back onto his hand, fucking his fingers."Do you want my cock, Sara?" he growls at me.

"God, yes please!" I respond, practically yelling at him.

He pulls me back from over his lap and draws me up to his face. Then his mouth claims me, possessing my lips as he falls back onto the bed, pulling me along with him. Wrists still bound, I straddle his body helplessly as we kiss. We say nothing at that moment, but my sex grazes his impressive length and I grind against him slowly. I am more than simmering now. I am starting to boil…

Blake's large hands move back to my ass, grabbing my chastised buttocks and manipulating them as my hips rub against him. I wince at the unexpected ache, but soon become lost in the sensations. After a moment one of his hands moves from my behind, to his trouser pocket. Producing small foil packet, he smiles at me, before ripping open the corner with his teeth.

"Are you ready, naughty girl?" he asks me, eyes loaded with sin, as he slides the condom onto his massive erection between my legs.

I am so ready.

"Yes sir," I answer; my own voice a shaky, foreign sound.

He angles his cock towards me and I do my best to push onto him. I'm so aroused by the wholeadventure that he easily slides into me. He fills me slowly, before pulling away and then pounding back hard. I groan as the feeling fills my senses and overwhelms me. Blake fucks my needy body this way for some time. I close my eyes; lost in the carnal sensations wrecking my body.

Finally he pushes me backwards as he rises back to a sitting position. Still bound I am unable to assist him, but marvel at the strength of his torso and abdominals. Blake grabs my breasts and pulls hard on the nipples, using them to force me against his chest. I rest my head against his shoulder and he holds me there, in his strong arms, as he screws me hard and unrelentingly; his cock pushing in and out of my wetness.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, Sara," he tells me through gritted teeth.

"Yes," I whisper, absorbed totally in his perfect, persistent technique.

"So hard that you'll be feeling me for days to come…"

"Mmmm…" I concur as I feel him reaching behind me and tugging at the material around my wrists. In a moment my arms are free and instinctively I move them up and around his body.

In one fluid movement he rolls me over to the right and is on top of me, still inside me and all over me. Blake catches my wrists and pulls myarms up above my head, holding me his own, personal prisoner. Pinioning me to the bed with his full, hard body he slows the pace and eyes me intently. We exchange an intense gaze as I catch my breath.

Looking up at him, his toned abs undulating down his strong body, his muscular arms holding me down, I can no longer contain the desire I have for him. I need him to consume me, possess me and take me over. I want to feel like a woman again… and I know he can give that to me. I open myself up, pulling my legs back and hooking them over his forearms.

"Blake," I whisper, "fuck me."

His eyes twinkle in response and moving down to his elbows he resumes; pushing himself deeper into me. Now it's slower and immeasurably more intense. He never stops watching me as his hungry cock devours my pussy. I arch my back under him as the passion in me strengthens. I can feel an unbelievable climax building and hear unrecognizable grunts from my mouth.

Blake's pace increases and I realize he is also close to the edge. Still holding me down to the bed he draws lower and kisses me again. These are almost aggressive, his teeth grazing my lips, whilst his tongue imitates the movement of his prick inside my excited sex. I can barely breathe asthe force of my orgasm overpowers me. I lose myself entirely in him… the smell of him, the feel of him, his heat enveloping my every sense…

As I convulse around him, I finally open my eyes to see him smiling at me. I look up sheepishly, still overawed by the power of the climax. He plants small kisses down my jaw line and whispers:

"I'm not done with you yet Mrs. Sykes… Get over the edge of that dresser…"

The authority has returned to his voice and I love it. He moves slowly from my body and I dash to follow him to the antique-looking piece of furniture he'd indicated. Leaning against the aged mahogany I feel Blake pressing against me.

His prick is still rock solid between my legs. I arch my back expectantly, pushing myself back to meet his cock. He grabs my hips and spears me. From this new angle he feels even larger and every fiber of my being responds as he fucks me. I reach back and wrap my arms around his head and neck; clawing at his hair like an animal. Blake's hands are all over my body; at my hips, holding me in place and at my breasts, hugging and squeezing them. His thrusts are hard and insistent, claiming me and making me scream out loud. I land face down over the dresser as his momentum pushes me forward as he screws me.Blake places one of his large hands on my shoulders, holding me down again as his orgasm approaches.

"Oh yes!" I cry. "Yes Blake, do it!"

He growls a deep, predatory sound as he finally cums inside me, nearly collapsing on top of me in the process. The dresser buckles under our combined weight and for a moment I wonder if the whole thing is about to fall to pieces. After a moment of recovery, Blake scoops me up and carries me back to the bed. I marvel at his strength as he lays me down and climbs back on top of me, nuzzling my naval.

"I can't afford to replace the damn thing if it falls down," he laughs, looking up at me from my groin.

I reach down and ruffle his luscious hair through my fingers.

"Don't worry," I say, "bill it to the room and my husband can pay!"

He chuckles and travels up my flushed body, planting kisses on my midriff, breast and neck on his way.

"Nice thinking," he whispers between more kisses. Then he looks down at me again and smiles;

"I hope I've helped to make your stay atHarringtons a memorable one, madam?"

I laugh and swat him over the head with one of the plush cushions scattered across the bed.

"Yes, thank you Blake. Your attention to detail has been outstanding!"

The sound of the key in the door is so subtle that for a split second it doesn't register. As the realization dawns, cold panic washes over me like a sledgehammer. Blake's body tenses and leaps from the bed, spinning to face the door. I hear the latch turn, but the internal lock Blake had ordered me to put on holds the door in place.

"Sara?"

Your voice comes booming through the wood; a peculiar mix of concern and irritation.

"Sara? Are you in there? Let me in!"

I am frozen to the spot on the king-size bed and look to the gorgeous man on my left in panic.

"Oh my God," I mouth in a whisper, "it's my husband! What are we going to do?"

My body is cold and clammy at the prospect of being caught red-handed and it takes me a moment to notice the calm, considered expression on Blake's face as he considers me.

"It's okay," he says casually, "let's let him in, shall we?"There is a strange look about him which suddenly unsettles me. Why isn't he horrified at the prospect of being found screwing one of the hotel's guests? He isn't even rushing to dress and stands there shirtless with his trousers still hanging undone around his hips.

"What? No!" I hiss at him, darting from the bed to try and put myself between him and the door.

He smiles at me, knowing he will easily get there first and unlocks the mechanism before I can even reach him. Mortified, all I can do is stand there as my new lover opens the piece of oak between himself and my husband.

You stand there nonchalantly as the wood is peeled back to reveal a topless Blake and me; completely in the nude and flushing madly. You raise one eyebrow as you survey the scene and yet the fireworks that the ball of tension in the belly expects seem not to transpire… In fact, you don't actually acknowledge me at all.

"Mr. Sykes," Blake says with staggering composure. "Apologies for the delay; please come in…"

"Mr. Corday?" you reply, stepping forward to shake Blake's hand. "…Can I assume from the state of my wife that things have gone to plan?"

I can't quite believe my ears! How do you already know each other? And to which plan areyou referring? My guilty shock falls away to reveal the earlier anger I had felt at you.

"Steven… What is going on here?" I bark at you.

You step forward, allowing the door to slam shut behind you. Blake moves in front of it as it shuts, but you now obscure my view of him completely.

"I might ask you the same question, Sara!" you say, your voice full of mocking glee. "Am I right in thinking you've just been fucking the butler?"

I stand there, breasts heaving, the smell of sex in the air around us and consider your question.

"I can confirm that she absolutely has, Mr. Sykes," says Blake from behind you. "Smoking-hot fucking too, if I might say so…"

You smile briefly and then your lips become a thin line as you approach my body.

"Really?" Your voice is low and menacing. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" you ask me sardonically.

I open my mouth to answer, but close it again. What can I say?

"Then I'll take your silence as an admission Sara," you say running your hand through my hair. It gets half way down the length and then stops as you grab it forcefully and hold me in place."Steven!" I squeal as I process the sudden hurt.

You silence me with one finger of your left hand which you press to my lips.

"Now that Mr. Corday here has warmed you up, I think it's time you met a few more of my friends. Blake will take you to the penthouse suite and I will be up to join you shortly, I promise."

I stare at you and you smile, pressing your lips towards mine for a passionate kiss. I feel my hungry tits responding to your authority and I moan into your mouth. As the kiss concludes there's an edge to your expression which is as daunting as it's arousing. Then you release my hair and take me by the arm, pulling me firmly towards Blake and the door. He grins as we approach and slips an arm around my waist as he opens it.

"…But, "I stammer, "I'm naked!"

"Don't worry, honey," you purr from behind me, "you're perfect just the way you are!"

I hear you chuckling as the door swings closed behind me and Blake leads me securely down the candle-lit corridor…

The End