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Evelyn returned to the booth and slid in. She handed James her panties and he smiled. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
She watched with a certain horror when he simply laid the panties next to his plate, in full view of the restaurant! She could clearly see the wet spot in the crotch.
“My god,” she whispered.
James said nothing.
The waiter brought their meals and she kept her eyes down, too embarrassed to look at his face when he spotted her panties on the table.
“Would you like some pepper, ma'am?”
She glanced up and thought she caught a smirk there. “Uh, no thanks.”
“Very well, enjoy.” He retreated.
“How could you?” She hissed. “I'm so embarrassed!”
“But it was fun, too, wasn't it? Don't you feel pretty damned sexy right about now?”
She had to admit it was true. “But still! It's just not right.”
“I'll bet you're even wetter now.”
“God!” She squeezed her thighs together. This man really knew how to push her buttons. She could see why Charles hired him.
“Reach underneath and show me.”
“What?!”
He sighed, as if he was explaining things to a child. “Rub your fingertip across your pussy and hold it up so I can see.”
“I will not!”
“I wonder what Charles would do about that?”
“He would never ask me to do such a thing!”
“Oh, really? How about when you two were at that restaurant in Paris and he reached between your legs and felt for himself? Perhaps I should do that.”
Evelyn's mouth dropped open. Fuck! Had Charles shared everything with this man?
“I can't believe he told you that.”
“It was just in passing. He told me what he thought I should know, so I could take good care of you. Now, please, do me this small favor.”
And she found herself obeying, despite her embarrassment. She slipped her left hand under her skirt and touched the hot core of her and felt the wetness there. It gave her a little shiver. She pulled her fingers out and held them up, showing James the sheen of wetness on the middle two.
He smiled. “I knew it.”
She quickly wiped her fingers on the napkin. It wasn't fair. It was as if this man had a cheat sheet that allowed him to push the right buttons—and her late husband had provided it!
“Just what was Charles’ goal in all this?”
He looked up. “Pardon?”
“What's the end game? Are you supposed to take over for him ... uh, in all ways?” She blushed, realizing she probably sounded like that was what she wanted and yet, she wasn't sure.
“There is no end game. Not in the way you're thinking. Charles didn't expect us to ride off into the sunset, nor did he think you'd want to fire me right away. He just wanted to ease the transition for you and to protect you. That's all. Remember, you can fire me at any time.”
“I know. I don't want to do that. I just think it's impertinent for him to assume so much without discussing it with me.”
“We talked about this. He knows you would've rejected the idea because you loved him. You couldn't imagine anyone else taking his place. And I'm not really taking his place, am I? I'm not sleeping in your bed. I'm not taking over your life. I'm just... being helpful.”
“But you did, uh, you know.”
“What, fuck you a few times? You really needed it. Charles said you were a very sexy woman. He couldn't imagine you doing without for very long. And that would've made you vulnerable.”
“For a gal who can't do without, you're sure not doing much!” The words just came out and she blushed, bright red.
He smiled. “Sounds like you could use some attention.”
“God!” Men were so stupid sometimes, she thought. He practically fondled her daily when he helped her dress, he took her out to buy sexy underwear, he made her take off her panties in a public place—and he thought she needed “some attention"?
“I can't believe you're that dense.”
He tipped his head. “It had to come from you, Evelyn. That was one thing that Charles made clear. Consider it part of the introductory phase of my, uh, service to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable with me, not someone who was foisted upon you by a voice from the grave.”
She nodded. “Well, yes, I can see that.”
“So, let's finish our meals and go home, shall we?” He winked.
She blushed again, but this time it was the heat of sexual anticipation. She squeezed her legs together and ate her salad.
When they left, she noted with acute embarrassment that James left the panties on the table.
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Chapter Seven
James took her upstairs and stripped her slowly, taking care to remove each item of clothing and kiss the emerging skin.
“I love your skin,” he murmured. “Every inch of it.”
When she was naked, he was still fully clothed and she tried to unbutton his shirt. He pushed her hand away. “Uh uh,” he said.
“Not fair.” She wondered what he was doing.
“Not until you model your new outfits.”
She drew in her breath. “All of them?”
“Until I say so.” He released her and went to sit in a chair by the bed. He nodded.
She stood and reached for the bag. She pulled out a light blue, very lacy bra and slipped it on. Her body seemed on fire.
“Put on the blue binikis, let me see how they go together.”
She did, enjoying the feel of the wispy silk against her bottom. She knew there would be a spot in the front at once and it excited her. James nodded his approval.
Evelyn quickly unclasped the bra and bent over to take it off. He held up a hand. “Wait, go slower.”
Oh god, she thought, her body trembling. If he didn't make love to her soon, she might explode. But she obeyed him, finding another bra and another set of panties and put them on—slowly. He made her turn this way and that and his eyes seemed to eat her up. More underwear was brought from the bag. Because there were more panties than bras, he wanted to see different panties with the same bra, driving her to distraction. All she could think about was how hot her body was. She kept glancing at his hard cock pressing against his slacks and licked her ruby lips.
But he would not take the hint. She had to admire his will power. When at last the bag was empty and her new purchases lay scattered about her on the rug, he told her to discard the last items and stand before him naked. Her chest fairly heaved with unmet desire. He stood. She could not stop the trembling now.
“Are you cold?”
“No, you bastard, I'm horny!”
“Does madam need some personal assistance?”
“Yes, damn it and it had better be soon or you're fired.”
“Very well. But first, a little correction is in order.”
“What?” Her heat diminished a fraction.
“How would Charles have reacted if you challenged him like that?”
“Charles? But I ... he ... I mean, it was different, between us.”
“But he wanted you to enjoy your submissive side, did he not?”
“Well, yes, but we were married.” You and I are not, was her unspoken addition.
“Of course. But if I'm going to help you through this difficult period, we need to keep those things that gave you that sense of belonging. Charles spanked you often, didn't he?”
She nodded.
“Why was that, do you think?”
“I don't think, I know—it was to keep my mind on my submission.” Plus, it made the sex incredibly hot, she added.
James would not let it go. “And what else?”
“God,” she murmured. “I hate it that he told you so much.”
He smiled. “It was for you, Evelyn. It was his gift to you. Now, tell me.”
“It, uh, made the sex better.
Especially when it didn't occur that often.”
“Right. Please come over and lay across my lap.”
Evelyn felt the heat return. This is just what Charles had done so often. Just a nice hard spanking with his hand—and occasionally with a belt or riding crop. But he had told her many times he liked the feeling of his hand on her bare bottom. She came to James and laid herself across his knees, feeling his erection at her hip. He began to rub her bottom. Her body trembled and she wanted to say, Get on with it!
The first spank was light, but she felt her body twitch. She was already so hot, she thought she might come, just from this. He struck her again, with more effort, and she gasped. Her bottom wiggled on his lap. The next few blows were harder, making her nearly lose her mind.
“God,” she whispered. Internally, she felt something shift within her. James was firmly in control and it was easy for her to drop deep into her subspace. She lay there, accepting the blows, feeling her pussy growing so wet she knew she was leaking onto his slacks.
He paused, rubbing her bottom. His other hand left her back and moved away. She didn't move. Suddenly, she heard the snap of his cell phone and she craned her neck to see him calling someone!
“What? What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he said, giving her another slap.
“Thomas,” he said into the phone. “Get Paul and come up to Evelyn's room.”
She gasped and tried to get up. He put the phone down and held her in place and began to spank her harder now. She struggled, caught between her embarrassment and her desire and finally gave up, her bottom red and hot.
There came a knock at the door and she cried, “How can you do this?”
“Come in,” he said.
She heard the door open and the sharp intake of breath from both men. She struggled harder now, but James was far too strong. She lay there, tears coming to her eyes, and stared at the floor.
“I wanted you gentlemen to see this,” James said. “I want there to be no secrets anymore. Not that there were any when Charles was alive, right Thomas?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But Paul, you may have only suspected, right?”
He shrugged. “I could tell, they way they acted, you know, around each other.”
“Good. Evelyn is a submissive, but only to the right man. I am that man, for now. But you can help me. Thomas, would you get the riding crop out of the nightstand?”
“Of course, sir.”
Evelyn began to struggle again. He struck her a few more times until she settled down.
“Here you go, sir.”
“No, you keep it. I want you to give Evelyn ten hard blows with the crop.”
“James! No!” She couldn't stand it. She struggled again, but by now she was weak with embarrassment.
“Very good, sir.”
She felt the crop rain down on her bottom and screamed and cried. She felt like a little girl, over her daddy's knee. When he was done, James told him to pass the crop over to Paul. She didn't fight this time, she simply laid there and let the chauffeur whip her sore bottom.
“Good,” James said when they were finished. “Now here are the new rules. You may not touch her without my permission, which will be rare, all right?”
She heard two rather disappointed “Yes, sirs” from the servants.
“Occasionally, I will allow you to help me punish her. But only when she really needs it.”
“Of course, sir,” Thomas said.
“However, you may ask her to show you her body, when it's appropriate.”
“What?!” She tried to struggle but gave up quickly when she felt his firm hands holding her in place. His fingers slipped between her cheeks and touched her clit and she froze, humiliated and nearly ready to come, something she did not want to do in front of her servants.
“Look but don't touch, all right?”
“Yes, sir,” both men said in unision.
“You may go.”
Evelyn heard the door close softly behind them. She craned her neck again and was relieved to note that James removed his hands and let her up. She scrambled to her feet, her chest heaving.
“You bastard!”
He stood and came to her and took her into his arms. She fought him for a moment and gave in, tears of embarrassment and shame flowing from her eyes.
“Shhh,” he said, “let me explain.” He eased her down on the bed on her side so her bottom wouldn't touch the sheets. She watched as he began to strip off his clothes. Her body still craved sex so she didn't move.
He climbed in facing her and hugged her. She waited, stiffly.
“It's like this,” he said, rubbing his hands over her back and sending shivers up and down her spine. “I'm a Dom, just like Charles. But unlike Charles, I find the careful application of humiliation is ideal for sending a sub into her subspace. Plus, I think it was silly, trying to pretend to your servants that you were a normal, wealthy woman. You are a sexy, slutty submissive and it's time you admitted it.”
Her sobs interrupted her words. “But you said! You told them they could see me naked! Anytime! I can't do that!”
His hands gently rubbed over her sore backside and she shivered and lost her train of thought.
“Of course you can. That's what you need, you see. Charles didn't see it. He could only take you so far. When he asked me to help out, I agreed, but told him I would not be a simple replacement, mimicking his actions. He agreed.”
James kissed her neck and her body responded despite her questions. Maybe the questions could keep. He was gentle, loving. And it was just what Evelyn needed. Her body was highly aroused by the spanking and, she had to admit, by James’ firm control over her body. Even letting her servants whip her had excited her more than it had humiliated her. Now she welcomed James’ touch, his kisses and fairly melted into his arms. When he rolled her onto her back, she didn't mind her sore bottom against the sheets—in fact, it reminded her of what she was: A submissive. She knowingly gave up control, but only to the right man. Charles had been that man and now James seemed to fill his role effortlessly. Charles had seemed to know her better than she did herself.
She felt James’ cock slip between her labia and tease her with the head. She opened her legs wider as if to say, “Take me.” He was patient. He kissed her neck and moved down to her breasts, all the while letting his cock tease her. She tried to scoot down to accept more of him inside her, but he resisted. It was as if he was saying, “Give up control.”
That, she found, was easy to do.
Her mind shifted into her subspace and she lay there, accepting whatever James wanted to do with her body. It heightened the feelings and allowed her to silence her critical mind. She was a sexual being, nothing more.
When he entered her, she gasped with the suddenness of it. He had the power and he used it. She loved it when Charles used to take her, hard and fast. James grabbed her hair and tugged at it while he fucked her, something Charles had often done.
Yes! She thought. Yes! Fuck me! Hurt me! Shock me!
“God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The words spilled out without censor. She was no longer Mrs. Evelyn Rothschild, she was a slutty sex slave being pounded by this powerful Dom. “Fuck!”
She came and still he kept thrusting hard into her. She came again, the second one rolling over the first. Then a third orgasm erupted within her and she had never felt that before. Not even Charles could keep her climaxes rolling one into the other like this. Her body seemed to short-circuit she began to shake, a helpless thing being controlled by her pussy.
She felt him stiffen and just before he came inside her, he grabbed both nipples with his fingers and squeezed, something that never failed to send her over the edge. When she felt his cock spewing inside her, she climaxed for the last time and it seemed to send her into another world.
Evelyn came back to her senses and found herself clinging tightly to James, her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her pussy was still twitching, trying to suc
k his cock back inside. But he had gone soft now and it soon slipped from her hot core. She finally let him go.
“God,” was all she could muster.
“You seemed to have enjoyed that.”
“God, yes!” It was beyond description. Charles had never made her come like that. She felt the guilt wash over her, diminishing her pleasures.
“There was something else Charles wanted me to tell you, after we had made love like this,” James said.
Her eyebrows went up. What now?
“He told me he knew you would feel guilty after making love to me—as if you were somehow soiling his memory.”
Evelyn bit her lip and nodded slightly.
“He asked me to tell you that he knows he wasn't able to take care of you in the way you needed, the last two years of his life. He was very sorry about that even though it couldn't be helped. He asked that you appreciate having a young lover again and enjoy it without guilt. He said, ‘Consider this my gift to you.’ That's all.”
She began to cry. Evelyn felt naked and vulnerable and lost and her personal assistant just hugged her without comment, letting her cry it out. Finally, she felt her strength returning and she was grateful to her husband for providing her with such a good man.
“It's all very strange, you know,” she whispered into his ear. “I never expected him to pull something like this.”
“I know.”
She smiled. She liked that he wasn't trying to diminish her doubts and fears, like most men. She had to come around to accepting James on her own terms, not those thrust upon her by her dead husband. But so far, James was being a very good personal assistant.
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Chapter Eight
Their relationship changed at that point. James invited himself into her bed that evening and every evening since. They made love often. James still exerted his dominance on her, but only in ways she needed and wanted. He would spank her regularly because it put her into her headspace so quickly and heightened her arousal.
She came to appreciate the differences between him and Charles. Well, most of them, anyway. Evelyn still had trouble showing off her body to the servants. Thomas, bless him, rarely asked to see her naked. But Paul often asked to see her breasts when he was driving her places. At first, she had refused and threatened to fire the chauffeur, but James put a stop to that.