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by aaardvarky » Mon Feb 10, 2025 11:15 am
Letter 27
Darling Richard,
By now you will have read Alex’s message and no doubt given it some thought. To help you decide on our next step, here is something to take into consideration.
As well as his stamina in the bedroom, Alex shows considerable grace. Everyone seems charmed by him. I have witnessed the respect that other men show. I have noticed too that women fawn when in his company, which I find amusing as he seems not to notice. This morning as we dressed before breakfast I asked about his single life and his decision not to marry. He said that it was just something that happened - or rather, hadn’t happened having experienced the confines of several relationships.
I inquired whether he might return to Tempest Partnership? Alex said that returning would simply be a step backwards, but then he dropped the bombshell - that his company and Tempest are planning a merger! I asked what that would mean. He said that it was too early to tell, it might never happen, but if it did there would be changes.
It was at this point that he smiled the smile that I now recognise and read. ‘Have you finished the interrogation,’ he inquired teasingly, leaning across to kiss me - one of those long, involved, lasting, deep, exploring kisses that you know always drive me wild. I was left breathless, my breasts straining against my blouse, just as they had on our dinner-date conversation.
‘Interrogation works both ways,’ he continued as he backed me to the wall and released the tie he had just that second fixed. At first I didn’t know what to expect, but soon everything became clear. Lifting my arms above my head he bound my wrists. His mouth covered mine to suppress my squeals whilst his hand dropped to the hem of my skirt, then to locate that sensual stretch of inner thigh beyond my stocking tops. Unfastening my blouse, he unclipped my bra and freed my nipples to his tongue. It took just moments for me to sense that I was about to climax. It built slowly; so with impatience I took his hand and placed it into the tiny lacy knickers you had bought me. He found my clitoris and the rest was history. I came almost immediately, gripping his fingers tightly between my legs, and urging his tongue to circle my areolas whilst I gasped with pleasure.
It must have been the fact that my hands were tied above me that intensified my orgasm. It was different from before when we have made love. Did I miss penetration? Yes and no. I wanted it desperately and was frustrated that he was not inside me to come when I came, but realised that this was to be an experience of a very singular nature. I suppose I felt as you feel when masturbating to ejaculation in frustration and denial. I was angry and subservient simultaneously, if that makes sense - annoyed that I was not being fucked, but relishing the feeling of being sexually denied. I wonder if we both experienced the sense of denial simultaneously? If we did it signifies that there is much more for us to explore, don’t you agree?