Dutch William

In Thoughts of You

The glorious sun climbed the sky, spilling its light over the awakening city. The light touched the picturesque windows of the apartments across the streets, and sparkled on the fountain water below.

She never grew tired of looking at that fascinating display of light. Erica Sharon Fitzgarden might look like a businesswoman on the outside, deep in her heart lived an artistic, hopeless romantic. A romantic whom liked nothing better than to sit in front of the window in the early morning and look at the magnificent display of sunlight. It gave her a moment of inner calm, but also time to fantasize what might happen in years to come.

Today her mood was pensive, in shrill contrast to the enthusiasm she usually displayed when greeting a glorious day such as this. Today she was thinking not about the future, but about the past.

When her eyes brushed along the tiny barbershop on the opposite side of the street, she thought she saw a glimpse of him. When her eyes fell on the fountain, she didn�t see the sun reflected in the watery mirror, but instead she saw his deep blue eyes.

Erica Sharon Fitzgerald, accomplished businesswoman with a Ph. D. in economics, all cool and businesslike at work, had broken her own first rule. She had fallen in love with a business associate. Not just any business associate though. Mr. Damien Valiant, a vice president of Goshamer, Rice and Paddington, had stolen her heart. Only three days ago they had met. Or rather, their eyes had met, across a conference room. She had given a presentation regarding a fairly profitable investment opportunity. After she was done, she had looked around the room, silently asking whether there were any questions. Until her eyes met his, that is. Suddenly, the world froze. She was mesmerized by the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They graced a face that was already devilishly handsome even without those magnificent eyes. The face of Mr. Valiant. She had offered him a profitable investment, and he had taken it, along with her heart.

After the meeting he had approached her and asked her to stay a bit longer. She had nervously agreed. What did this magnificent man want with her?

The teacup in her hands trembled faintly when she remembered the fluttering of her heart. And was it her imagination, or had it been hot there? She had quickly checked her makeup in the ladies room. With an expert deftness she had applied an extra layer of lipstick on her mouth, never dreaming she would give Mr. Valiant head not fifteen minutes later, and she couldn�t even begin to comprehend the fact that she had loved every second of it!

Slowly Erica brought the cup of tea to her mouth. She had only twenty minutes before Damien would show up. She was almost done with the chores he had given her, and felt proud of the way she looked. Stiletto heels, her best panties, a low cut shirt he had modified just for her. She looked sexy, she knew it. He wouldn�t have any reason to berate her the way he had two days ago.

Once again her mind made the short leap from present to past. Thursday morning 9 am sharp, he had said over the telephone. Dress appropriate, he had said. She had taken his commands to heart, and had done her best to dress herself in a tasteful, modern looking business outfit.

Apparently, that had not been what he had had in mind. His scolding voice had brought tears to her eyes.

"We�re not going to meet other associates, Erica!"

"But� I�"

"No buts! What were my instructions?"

She had replied, in a small voice: "Present myself at 9 am sharp in your office, Mr. Valiant."

"And?" he had harshly demanded.

Her voice, if possible, had grown even smaller. "And dress appropriately, Mr. .."

"Don�t mister me! You will call me sir, instead! I�m most displeased, Erica."

She had been confused. "But�"

His slap on her cheek had taken her by surprise, and she fell to the marble floor. The tears had streamed freely from her eyes. She had failed Mr. Valiant! But how? She had done everything he wanted!

Once again, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the cup of tea. What had she gotten into? She vaguely remembered a strong arm that had helped her stand up again. Her tears had streamed freely all over her face.

Mr. Valiant had commented: "Stop your weeping, Erica. Your face looks like a mess."

She could see he was right when she saw her own reflection in his eyes. She willed herself to stop crying. Then, a surprise. After his scolding, he embraced her, whispering in her ear he was sorry. She had melted in his arms. What was it he had said? Everything is fine Erica, I�m sorry I overreacted, you couldn�t know what I wanted, something like that. She couldn�t exactly remember, since her world had momentarily ceased to exist outside of the strong warm embrace of his arms and the soothing tone of his voice.

He had kissed her, and once again had forced her to give him head. When he was close to coming, he had asked her to stop, and to look at his face. When she had done so, he had shot his cum on her face. She had impulsively brought up her arm to wipe it away, but Mr. Valiant had asked to let it be, since he liked the way it looked.

She had let his cum dribble down her face, while he watched her. It felt sticky and warm, not entirely unpleasant, and she remembered feeling very naughty. She had never done this for another man! He had lifted her up, and sat her down on his desk, right in front of his chair. Then, without asking, he had started to undress her. He unbuttoned the vest and the blouse, and unclipped her bra straps. She had remained still during his ministrations, passively letting him have his way. She had felt the cool air on her breasts, when he bared them, and her nips had hardened immediately.

Almost absently, she moved her left hand to her left breast. He had asked her to play with them just before he came, after all, so the nips would be nice and hard for him. Nice and perky, he called that. She carefully set her half full teacup down before letting her right hand move to her other breast.

She felt small thrills of pleasure when she remembered his hands on her breasts.

Those hands had moved deftly, expertly, bringing her to a state of arousal she couldn�t remember having ever attained.

He had seen she was getting hot, because he had asked her if she wanted to relieve herself of all that pent up heat by masturbating.

"I have come, it�s only fair you get your chance as well."

He had smoothly slid her skirt and panties down her legs, baring her cunt. She quickly reached down, and touched her clit. That was all the stimulation she had needed to go over the edge. Her orgasm took her to dizzying heights. When she had finally come back down to earth, he was busy using her blouse to clean up his desk. When he was done, he had given her the blouse, and had ordered her to dress again.

She felt a rosy blush on her cheeks when she remembered walking out of his office without a bra, and with a rumpled, wet blouse that reeked of sex. Nobody had paid attention to her, however. Mr. Valiant had given her the rest of the day off to �do some shopping�. She knew what he wanted from her, and frankly, she didn�t mind. She couldn�t wait to feel his cock inside her! After she had spent the rest of that Thursday shopping, she spent the night preparing for Mr. Valiant. That Friday, or better said, yesterday! Yes, yesterday, she had shown up in his office, at exactly 9 am. This time, she wore a French maid costume. The saleswoman had assured her that was a guaranteed turn on for most men. Erica smiled, and remembered how the sight of her body in the maid�s outfit had evidently aroused the woman herself as well.

Mr. Valiant had been well pleased by her outfit! He complimented her profusely while she slowly performed a striptease for him, peeling off each miniscule part of her outfit one piece at a time.

That Friday! She had done things she had never known she was capable of. He had brought a bag with him and had put it in her lap, with the instructions he wished everything inside it to be used by her before the day was over.

She had been quite busy. Handcuffs, and footcuffs. A tight latex mask over her head, and a ball gag. She hated that mask! But she loved the feeling of his hands exploring her naked body while she was powerless to do anything about it.

Later on, he had ordered her to use the nipple clamps. She had never seen such things before in her life, and she hoped never to see one again! After she had fastened each on one of her nips, he had ordered her to attach a couple of chains with tiny weights to the clamps. Then, Mr. Valiant had ordered her to dance� She felt pain with every move she made, but when she saw his eyes feasting on her body she willed herself to move even more. Anything to please Mr. Valiant! Finally, late last night, he had taken her to bed, and had fucked her over and over. He said she had deserved it after such a long day. And Erica agreed, she had deserved it!

The alarm in the kitchen sounded. Five minutes left! She knew what she had to do. Slowly she stood up, swept one lingering, longing look over the bustling city below her, and walked to her front door in order to unlock it. Next, she walked over to her bedroom, to the toys Mr. Valiant had left behind.

Carefully, she fastened the spreader bar between her legs.

She switched the vibrator on, and put it into her cunt. Her panties would keep it place while she was lying down.

The mask� Erica didn�t want to wear it, but knew he would be angry if she didn�t. She sighed in resignation, inserted the ball gag in her mouth, and slid the latex mask in place. The last part of her preparation she had to do in darkness.

She had already laid the handcuffs on the side of the bed. She let herself plop down on the bed, and quickly clicked the handcuffs on the appropriate bedposts. Now, she fastened the handcuffs around her wrists. A shiver coursed through her body when the cold steel touched her bare skin. She was done.

There was no way she could escape on her own; she had to wait for help. The feeling of helplessness, combined with and intensified by the humming vibrator stimulating her cunt, drove her mad with desire.

Had she remained at the window a bit longer, she would have seen a cab stop in front of her place. She would have seen Mr. Valiant get out, and help out two other people, a man and a woman. When Erica put the latex mask over her head, Mr. Valiant looked up at the windows of her apartment. He smiled, knowingly, cruelly.

He turned back towards his companions, and nodded with his head towards the window.

"The trainee I was telling you about lives up there. We had better not keep her waiting too long. She is new to this, and might panic prematurely."

The woman responded with a throaty laugh, and followed him and her other male companion up the stairs. An unexpected gust of wind tugged at her winter coat, and revealed a glimpse of a corset with a whip dangling from a belt at the side, before she firmly drew her coat shut again and hastily entered the building.

When they entered the apartment block, all went back to normal. Just a regular Saturday morning in the month of March, at the end of winter. No evidence remained to the casual passerby of the morning ritual Erica had just completed.

Except that, still visible on the edge of the window, her half full cup of tea still steamed�

copyright 2004 by Dutch William