Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,20

that would be a good idea, Sir. The talking business I mean. Not the fucking. Not if I’m not thinking straight.”

“I expect you’ll manage. If you find yourself struggling another spanking will help to focus your ideas.”

“Thank you, Sir. I expect it will. Perhaps you should do that anyway. Just to be certain.”

“As long as you’re wearing my collar I can promise you all the spanking you need. And some. Now get some sleep.”

*****

“This is a nice house. Have you lived here long?”

Tony glanced up from his newspaper. Thea was framed in the dining room doorway, looking utterly delightful in his discarded T shirt from the previous evening. It reached her mid-thigh, leaving a seemingly endless expanse of tanned, slim leg for him to admire. Her ensemble was completed by the studded collar which he had offered to remove before she slept. She’d asked to keep it on.

His cock swelled, springing instantly to life. He was glad of the loose sweatpants he’d dragged on when he left their bed earlier.

Thea had been sound asleep, her hair spread over his pillow, the smooth expanse of her back inviting him to touch, to caress. He hadn’t though. She needed plenty of rest if she was to live up to his plans for her later.

He offered her a good-morning smile as he answered. “A while. Ten years or so.”

“Why such a big place if you live alone? You do live alone?” She frowned at him, her expression uncertain.

“I do, Thea. And I like to spread out.”

“Me too. Live alone I mean. I prefer that…”

Tony stood and went to her. He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Is that your way of telling me you don’t intend to move in with me?”

“What? No! I mean…”

He grabbed her hand and led her back along the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Oh God, that was so rude. I mean, you haven’t even… I’m not assuming, I just…” Thea followed him, obedient as ever despite her confused babbling.

“Have a seat. Tea?” He gestured at one of the tall stools tucked under the worktop. As he busied himself with the kettle and teabags he watched her from the corner of his eye.

Thea clambered onto the stool and perched awkwardly. She nodded in response to his question. Her knees were tucked in front of her, but pressed together to prevent a stray glimpse of her delightfully smooth pussy. He considered asking her to spread her legs, but decided to allow her to drink her tea first. There would be time enough later for recreational pursuits.

He placed the teapot in front of her, and a cup. He made coffee for himself, instant, from a jar. He noted that her hands were unsteady as she poured, and wondered why she was so nervous this morning. Last night, yes, that made sense. But now?

“What’s on your mind, Thea?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Her response was just a little too fast, too emphatic.

“Thea, we’ll get nowhere if you don't tell me the truth. I’ll ask you just once more.” There was no need to elaborate on the likely consequence if she continued to evade. He noted her slight flush and the agitated chewing of her lip. He was tempted to kiss it, but felt that might ruin the stern image he was at pains to cultivate here.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just wondering, about the collar…” she paused to finger the leather band, then glanced at him, “… and, being employed in your company too. How will it all work? I mean, I know I’ll be your submissive here and I know what that means. But at the office…?”

“I intend to respect your privacy outside of our D/s relationship, Thea. You can be Mrs Richmond at work, and no one need even know we have a personal connection too. Even if we do decide to share that information, the exact nature of our relationship will remain private. That’s the way I prefer it too.”

“Will you expect me to scene with you here? In your house? Or will we still meet at the club?”

“Both I imagine. I intend for you to spend a lot of time here though. I’ll get you a key cut.” He leaned in to cup her cheek in his palm. “Thea, I know you feel vulnerable, maybe a little confused right now. You accepted my collar with hardly any discussion, or planning, and now you’re wondering what the Hell you’ve let yourself in for. Am I right?”

“Maybe. It’s all a bit—overwhelming.”

“Second thoughts?”

“No! No