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“You’re busy,” said Casey quickly. “I mean, I didn’t want to disturb you, and I can manage. I did manage.”
“With the help of some stranger, some man you don’t know!” shouted Rob.
“Oh,” said Casey with her hands on her hips. “You don’t trust me then. What, did you think I would crawl into my Mini and spread my legs for him…? Or maybe in the back of his van. Yes, of course, I’m always on the lookout for a redheaded young man to fuck!” Casey’s mouth ran away from her brain at a rapid speed.
“Raped in the back of van, more like it!”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. People are decent. There were plenty of other people driving by,” fumed Casey.
“I take your safety very seriously,” countered Rob.
“No, you take me, that’s what you do. This is about trusting me! My independence from you.” Casey could not look at his angry features any longer. She slammed the front door behind her and charged back to her Mini. Rob did not follow her as she spun the vehicle about the gravel drive and out of the gate.
She travelled no more than a couple of miles before she pulled over. The tears streaming down her face hindered her vision, and nausea rose up from her adrenaline-driven belly. She felt terrible, not just from shouting at Rob, but because she believed she had blown their relationship. Trust was at the heart of all they did. Her trust in his ability to shape and mould her, not to inflict damage or excessive pain on her when he spanked her into her place. His trust in her to be obedient and thoughtful of his needs. All these things were intertwined and bound together. If one strand fell away, the whole tapestry unravelled into loose threads of nothingness.
The rain arrived, cascading down the window screen and adding to Casey’s woes. She sniffed and looked in her rear view mirror. Somebody was approaching in a vehicle. She recognised the make, causing her to wonder if she should start up her engine and hit the accelerator.
Rob’s Bentley parked up behind her Mini. For the second time that day, a man arrived to rescue the forlorn Casey. He curled up into the passenger seat, shaking the raindrops off his shirt sleeves. She had left so quickly, she had no time to collect a jacket.
“I am sorry,” said Rob. “When you started your job, I underestimated how your new independence would impact me. I miss you.”
Casey took the offered handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes. Her black mascara stained the white linen. “You are always so curt with me when I go into your study.”
“Coping mechanism. Really I wanted to take you over my knee. Feel you next to me.”
“Ah,” said Casey, folding the hankie. “Why don’t you?”
“Doesn’t seem appropriate any longer,” said Rob, straining to speak over the heavy drumming of rain on the roof of the car.
“I miss it,” said Casey in a tiny whisper. “I miss you lifting up my skirt, checking what is below. The way you tap your lap, telling me where to go. Your warm hand cupping my bottom before you start. The caresses between smacks, dipping your finger in me, and the firm hand resting on my back, holding me down. I even like it when you wrap a leg over me to keep me still. I like the sound, the noise of your hand slapping my tender flesh. It echoes around your study. I didn’t think I would, but I do. When I screw up at work, little things, I half expect somebody to take me over their knee and make me feel better. Wash it all away.”
Rob picked up her train of thoughts. “I miss your flaunting, wriggling your bottom when you come into my view. The little shrieks of pain and the whimpers when I tell you I haven’t finished. The way you baulk at me, then simply acquiesce when I remind you that you are mine. I know we do these things in bed, but I didn’t think I would miss them in the day. Work has been hard these weeks, not having you sitting outside my study.”
“I would resign, come back to you, you know that. I only did it because you asked,” said Casey, turning finally to face him.
“No, Casey. It would not be right. I am not your custodian. What we have is not about curtailing you, imprisoning you in my ivory cage, and simply looking at you for my own pleasure. You have to live, be free to follow your own path in life.”
“I will, but not alone, please, Rob. Don’t abandon me!” Casey spoke in desperation.
The back of his hand ran down her cheek, smearing the dampness of her earlier tears. New ones were forming in her eyes, and she blinked them back in the dim light.
“How could I abandon you? I worry about you when you leave the house. That is why I would have come. I do trust you, of course I do. I was jealous. I’ve never been jealous like that before. I want to save you, look after you, and be there for you.”
Casey moved, and his hand slipped across her lips so she could kiss it. “I love you, Rob,” she said quietly.
“I know,” he replied. “Come home. Let me do all those things you described. Let me show you how important you are to me.”
“Please spank me every day, Rob. Not for discipline, but so when I go to work I will feel you, that connection to you as I sit.”
Rob laughed. “Sweet Casey. I would, but not every day. You have to learn to cope, and so do I.”
* * *
Lips met, and as passing motorists drove by, they may have caught sight of two people in a tiny Mini parked alongside a sparkling Bentley. The more observant might have noticed that her head dipped down and disappeared out of view and that his head leaned back on the headrest with his eyes closed.
Casey was no longer a novice when it came fellatio. What once had been a clumsy attempt at pleasing him was now an accomplished act of adoration. The ‘beast’, as she liked to call his penis, had taken on the status of an idol in the sexual corner of Casey’s mind. Whereas she could rationalise being a fan of a particular sport or pop group, or even to have a longing to read one book repeatedly, she could not fathom how she came to want to spend so much time with his cock in her mouth.
Drawing him up into her mouth, her head rose and fell as if a beating drum was playing in her head. Rob moaned fractionally above her head, and she added the sounds of hard sucks and the occasional gasp to catch her breath. His lessons had taught her well. How to hide her teeth, to use the full length of her tongue, to dip down deep without gagging, and to keep her throat wide open. All of her techniques were brought to bear in the front seat of a cramped Mini while the rain lashed down on the fabric of the roof.
