Revenge

Disclaimer- The characters in this story are not my property. I am merely borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes. I will return them and I promise the marks will go away.

Revenge

It had been a long week for Rene, but a enjoyable one. The ABA conference in San Francisco had been fairly dull, but spending the week renewing old acquaintances had been fun. She and her two best friends from law school had spent their off hours prowling the city and catching up on each others lives. Both Carrie and Joel were married and practicing law in Miami and Phoenix respectively. Joel was on his third wife due to a penchant for dumb, slutty blondes and Carrie was working on her third child with Simon whom she’d married straight out of law school.

Rene had really enjoyed catching up, but had missed Garret badly. She’d been a little disappointed when he’d called her that morning and told her he’d have a car pick her up at the airport. He apologized for not being able to meet her at the gate, but promised her a surprise later.

She was looking forward to a repeat of their last night together. Rene had never tried any sexual games before that night, but had been curious enough to do some research by reading some pretty amazing porn on the Internet. She felt that the night had been quite a success and judging from Garret’s lack of voice the next morning, she thought he’d agree.

The fasten seat belt light came on and she could see the lights of Boston in the distance. It was good to be home.


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After making her way through the gate area, Rene was amazed to see a uniformed chauffeur, holding a sign with her name printed on it. She couldn’t believe that Garret had hired a limo. This must be some surprise he had planned.

The driver collected her bags and had a redcap take them to the car which was a long black stretch limo. Whatever had possessed Garret to hire, not just a limo, but an incredibly ostentatious one. This was completely not his style.

“Take me to 3241 Baldwin Street, driver.” Rene said, giving her home address as she walked toward the door he held open.

“Sorry Ma’am, but I’ve already been given an itinerary by the gentleman.” He answered impassively.

Rene quirked an eyebrow and climbed into the huge darkened interior. As the door shut behind her a familiar rough velvet voice said, “Welcome home, Rene.”

“Garret, what is all this?” She asked moving across to the seat beside him.

“Revenge.” He murmured as he pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. “My turn.”

“Where are we going?” She whispered into his lips.

“For a nice long drive around Boston. Now no more questions, let’s eat.” He gestured to the trays of pastries and fruit on the side shelves and a bottle of champagne chilling in the silver bucket.

He reached behind her and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall to brush her shoulders. He then lifted her feet and slid off her shoes off one at a time. Once he’d guided her into a reclining position, he reached for a grape and held it to her lips.

She opened her mouth and he placed the grape between her lips, watching her even white teeth biting into the ripe purple fruit. She smiled at him and licked her lips slowly, enjoying the response as he drew in a breath and his pupils dilated. Rene leaned slightly forward and licked his finger, drawing it into her mouth and sucking lightly.

“Sweet revenge.” She said, leaning back against the buttery soft leather seat, with a sexy smile that he felt to his toes.

“Oh but this is just the appetizer, the main course comes later.” He growled in that low sensuous tone that never failed to draw a shiver of response from her.

It really wasn’t fair for a man to be as devastatingly sexy as Garret was, Rene thought as he fed her by hand from all the delicacies on the platters. It wasn’t his looks, which weren’t anything more than average at first glance. It was the way he moved and seemed to own the space around him, the confident attitude that proclaimed his masculinity to the world without the machismo some men wore like a badge of office.

This man simply was; he exuded an air of fearless and unapologetic maleness that you could very nearly smell when he walked in a room. Those deep chocolate eyes seemed to see through any attempt at pretense or deception and into her soul. He was the single most intriguing and seductive man she’d ever known.

When she’d described him to Carrie one afternoon, her friend’s response had been ‘sounds like a walking orgasm’. The woman was more right than she’d ever know, it had taken every ounce of Rene’s formidable will not to drag Garret off to the nearest bed after their first verbal sparring match in his office and at that point she hadn’t even liked him. Now she’d have to admit, she was in love, if he’d so much as crook a finger, she’d give up everything to be with him. She was a rational mature woman and he could reduce her to a babbling school girl with one kiss. She sat back watching him pour them each a flute of champagne, raising an eyebrow at the label.

“Cristal?” She smiled. “Expensive.”

“But you love it.” He smirked, knowing that it was perhaps her favorite drink.

“Ah, but am I worth it?” Rene teased as he settled back beside her handing her a glass, which she raised to her mouth and sipped the fruity sparkling wine. “You know you don’t have to woo me, Garret, you’ve already got me..”


“Do I?” He asked simply. Then at her nod, took the glass from her and sat it down. Garret turned back toward her and continued in a silky, evocative growl. “The question is what are you willing to do to prove it.”

Her eyes flickered toward the divider separating them from the driver’s compartment.

“It’s completely opaque and sound proof, Rene. We may as well be the only two people in the world.” He answered her unspoken question.

The look in his deep set eyes could have melted ice and contrary to popular opinion, Rene wasn’t nearly that cold. She felt the rush of blood to her genitals and the growing wetness between her legs. He’d called the evening ‘revenge’ and considering how her turn had gone she was certain that it would be an interesting night.

“What would you like me to do?” She asked. “Are you going to handcuff me to a bed or tie me up here?”

“I won’t need ropes to hold you, Rene.” He said lazily. “You’ll do what I tell you without them. Won’t you?” The note of steel in his voice sent a pleasurable thrill of not quite fear through her body.

Rene nodded her assent and felt a tremor of some nameless emotion travel through her. This was a Garret she’d never seen before, quietly forceful, commanding without any hint of coercion. A truly dominant male. The Garret Macy she was used to was a reasoning, restrained man. This man had a hint of something in his eyes, his voice; not quite danger but there was no implied safety either. This was a man who probably wouldn’t eschew the use of his greater physical strength to bring about her compliance. While Rene was certain that even this Garret would never cause her harm, she couldn’t say he wouldn’t force her.

She suddenly realized that what she was seeing was an alpha male, claiming his chosen female and demanding that she acknowledge his right to her submission. Rene suddenly understood the need for a safe word in dominance play. A trigger that would signal to the partner that play had ceased to be fun, she only hoped Garret would recognize that need and she opened her mouth to suggest it.

“You only have to say stop, Rene.” Her eyes widened as she realized he’d been reading and understanding every thought playing across her face. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Garret.” She said in a unusually submissive tone of voice.

“Good.” His tone was cold but strangely seductive and compelling.

He pulled her to him. “From this moment you do not speak unless I give you permission, you may not touch yourself or me without permission and you may not at any point ask for anything, you must wait for me to decide what you need. If you understand, you have permission to say yes.”

“Yes Garret.” He pinched her nipple through her blouse just enough to sting.

“I said you may say yes, nothing else. Do you understand?” She looked at him questioningly. “Yes, Rene you may speak.”

“Yes.” She said almost timidly. Even though he scared her slightly, she was becoming more turned on by the second. Rene had always been forceful and in control of her life. She’d only been in complete control in the bedroom the last night they’d been together. But up until then she’d been a mutual partner, now she was being required to give over total control to him. The idea of helplessness was very erotic, now she understood why Garret had reacted so strongly to what she’d done to him. The physical was only a small part of the entire sensual scenario.

He traced the line of her neck with one finger and watched as she shuddered, He knew just how sensitive her neck was and precisely what kind of response he’d get. Rene’s head fell back into the cushions and she moaned softly. He followed his finger with his tongue, tracing the pulse in her throat and nipping occasionally to watch her squirm.

Rene quivered with the strain of not touching him or herself. She wanted and needed relief from the growing pressure between her legs, but was a little afraid of what he would do to punish her if she didn’t obey him. As he seemed to lose himself in his small feast, she crept a hand down to her thighs only to have him grasp it just short of her goal. Her eyes flew open as he pulled the offending hand up over her head and spoke.

“You broke the rules Rene. Now you have to be punished.” His eyes seemed to flame in the low light of the compartment. She shivered in anticipation as he pulled her to him and whisper in a sexy menacing tone. “Get undressed. Now.” He rumbled in her ear, then released her.

Rene watched him from under her lashes as her trembling fingers struggled with the buttons on her blouse. He sipped champagne and watched her as he lit a cigar, puffing as though this were an everyday event for him. Damn him for being so confident and sexy while she tried to control the tremors of subtle erotic fear and sheer horniness the racked her body.

She finally managed the blouse and made fairly quick work of the skirt and panties, but as she reached to unfasten her garter belt he stopped her with a quiet ‘No’. She froze in mid movement and looked at him.

“Leave the rest on.” He commanded.

Rene released her hold on the clasp and crouched waiting on the floor of the limo as his eyes traveled her body in what appeared to be a completely dispassionate manner. Each creeping minute saw her nerves stretch tighter and her body grow more aroused.

He finally beckoned her to him and before she could settle on the seat he dragged her across his legs face down. He sat puffing his cigar and tracing the curves of her ass with one hand, slowly relaxing her. Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she felt the sting of a light slap across her butt and gasped in shock. Before she could launch a protest, three more followed in rapid succession. Then he began stroking the burning globes, which still stung slightly. None of the slaps had been hard enough to do more than sting, but she was certain that by now her butt was a rosy pink and the thought of what his hand looked like against her skin sent a tremor through her that seemed to begin and end at her clitoris.

“You’ve been very disobedient, Rene. You do realize that your punishment is just beginning, don’t you?” He said, stroking first one cheek and then the other, followed by four more sharp stinging blows. She had been prepared for the discomfort after the first slaps, but was surprised to find that with each blow she became hotter and wetter.

She began to grind her pubic bone into his knee and was rewarded by yet another series of slaps and a sharp command to be still. Rene had never been spanked in her entire adult life and would have sworn she would have hated it, but she was becoming more aroused by the second. Garret seemed to know just what effect this was having on her as he alternated between caresses and those stinging blows.

When she felt as though her ass would burst into flames, the blows ceased and he raised her up and looked in her eyes.

“Is that clear now, Rene?” Garret began to stroke her breast as she nodded. “Good.”

He kissed a trail done her throat again and then turned her face down kneeling with her head on the seat. As his fingers traced her back, she suddenly felt two fingers enter her and begin slowly thrusting in and out. She felt each tiny movement as he bent his fingers inside her and began to lightly touch her clit. As she began to thrust her hips in time with his movements, he pulled his hand away causing her to whimper.

His voice came from just beside her ear in a low whisper. “Not yet, Rene. I’ll decide when you get to be satisfied.” His tongue traced the curve of her ear and his hand trailed down her back to the top of her cheeks and was lifted suddenly away.

He pulled her up onto his lap and sat her facing away from him. Leaning her back against his chest he began to stroke and tease her, his hands roaming every where except her breasts or swollen, hungry sex. She could feel the hard length of him nestled between her ass cheeks, through the tuxedo slacks he wore. She licked her lips at the image dancing through her mind of him sitting back on the limo seat while she knelt between his legs and serviced him with her mouth. The thought of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements sent a surge of almost electric sensation through her body. If he would just allow her to ask for what she wanted, that would be her choice.

Suddenly he slid her forward away from the delicious contact and sat her on the seat again. She raised her eyes to his with a pleading look, hoping he would give her permission to ask for what she wanted.

“Tell me what it is you want, Rene.” His voice had a slight edge she come to recognize as arousal.

“May I please take you in my mouth?” Her eyes flicked to the object of her desire as she spoke and she could see the effect her words had on him.

He nodded assent and sat back, while she slid to the floor and positioned herself between his legs. Her hands shook with desire as she reached and fumbled with his belt and trousers, finally she slid them down as he lifted his hips to help. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and they joined his trousers around his ankles.

Her eyes took in the sight of him and she leaned forward and traced the underside with her tongue from base to tip slowly. One pearly drop of fluid oozed from the tiny opening and she captured it and savored the sweet, musky taste, before opening her mouth and taking him as far inside as she could.

His low gasp told her he was more than appreciative as her tongue swirled around the advancing and retreating flesh. His hands came up and grasped her head, just as she had pictured and he began to guide her tempo. This was by no means the first time she’d performed this act, but it was the first time she’d felt this amount of pleasure from it. Each soft groan she drew from his lips was answered by a thrill of sensation. She was building to an orgasm just from giving him a blow job!

After several moments his hands drew her away and she gave a small moan of disappointment as he slipped from between her lips. Garret laid her back on the seat and held her legs up, exposing her to the cool air of the compartment. Her eyes traveled down his body and rested on his erection which seemed to be larger than she’d ever seen it. As she watch he moved forward and began to enter her, the sight of their bodies joining pushing her closer to the edge.

He pushed in just past the head and then plunged forward to the hilt, wringing a gasping moan from her lips as her body struggled to adjust to him. She’d never felt so full as he reached further in this position than ever before. He withdrew slowly and plunged forward again full force as she felt her orgasm wash over her and reached for him, earning a stinging slap on the ass. Her hands fell to her sides and she clutched the seat, riding the waves surging through her body.

Suddenly he withdrew and pulled her off the seat and bent her over it on her knees and shoved roughly into her again. Just as she thought her orgasm was over, she began to tremble and could not keep herself from screaming out her pleasure wordlessly as he pounded into her roughly in long hard thrusts.

As she calmed and her body floated back to earth, she realized he still hadn’t come. He pulled out of her and turned her around to face him, still kneeling. He grasped her hair and pulled her forward as she opened her mouth for him. The taste of herself on him was incredibly sexy and she took him in until she could feel the circle of hair tickling her nose. He held her there and she rubbed her tongue across the sensitive underside. He suddenly bucked his hips forward and climaxed as she struggled to swallow the flow which tasted as wild as a storm.

As he drew her up beside him, he kissed her passionately and whispered. “You win the game.”

Rene grabbed his ears and pulled him forward for anther kiss, “I’d say we both won.”