Prologue
Nestled in the rolling Devonshire hills lies a gated community, Hillcroft Village, home to the Elite. Emily, a cosmetics expert and owner of a Franchise, takes time out to call on her neighbors with samples; face to face with Jacob, a man she’d lusted after from afar at Kit and Andrew’s Dinner Party, Emily must decide, flaunt her products, or herself. Jacob, answering the door to the object of his wet dream has no such quandary…
Chapter One
“Fuck!”
Jacob sat bolt upright in bed, bathed in sweat, panting heavily and thoroughly disorientated, waking from another seriously hot dream.
Looking down, he groaned, dismayed, the wetness couldn’t only be attributed to his perspiration but the softening erection that even at that moment, leaked onto his sheets.
“Not again…”
He groaned, peeled back the sodden bedclothes and stood, already feeling a chill as sweat evaporated and a small trickle of wetness oozed down his inner thigh.
Thoroughly fed up, Jacob headed to the shower, it had been seven nights since seeing Emily at Kit and Andrew’s Dinner party, and seven mornings of waking up in a sticky mess.
The hot redhead now featured strongly in his night-time fantasies, and during the day, Jacob found his mind repeatedly wandering to the curvaceous bombshell. Porn searches for women with similar attributes did nothing for him; he wanted the real thing; nobody else would suffice.
Jacob was not looking forward to his next laundry bill.
***
Emily moaned, staring at the bright red LED display of her digital clock; 05:59, sixty seconds later the alarm blared, and her hand slapped blindly at the small yet robust device; it would have to be with the abuse she gave it each morning.
Resigned to getting up, Emily pushed herself to a sitting position and allowed the bedsheets to fall away from her naked body; pale freckled flesh, large generous dusky pink nipples, a rounded tummy and hips that flared deliciously; she’d been called fat, overweight, chubby, but all she saw was a voluptuous woman with a body built for sin.
She sniffed, and her nose wrinkled at its bridge, nostrils flaring, Emily brought her right hand up to inspect it then, with horror, she realized.
“Oh my god, I’ve been masturbating in my sleep again.”
Emily knew the responsible culprit, Jacob; she’d learned his name at Kit and Andrew’s Dinner party a week ago; six-foot-six of muscle-bound man-meat; brooding dark brown eyes, jet black hair and chiseled features that had no right to exist on this earth unless they were planted between Emily’s thighs; which, if her recent masturbatory habits were any indication, he had been, albeit inside her head.
Standing under the hot spray of her shower, Emily sighed, so tempted to take the edge off, again, but having taken one more look at the clock display, she vowed not to touch herself until she’d had her run, eaten breakfast and performed at least one round of the nearby neighbors with her sample packs; then, and only then, would she indulge in a little afternoon play.
Chapter Two
Barefoot, wearing only loose-fitting gym shorts, Jacob padded around his luxury kitchen; fresh coffee grounds percolated filling the air with that glorious scent he loved. A breakfast of bacon and eggs freshly squeezed orange juice and the morning paper displayed on his tablet, Jacob reveled in the serenity of the morning.
Having no other plans for the day, a self-made millionaire, Jacob intended to shop online for more equipment. His playroom, a converted bedroom with padded leather walls, floor, and ceiling, had the bare essentials for everything he might need to play with a potential submissive, but it lacked a couple of extras Jacob salivated over.
Sipping coffee, he reclined in a large leather armchair next to his bay window and stared out at his gardens. Despite being mid-summer, rain had fallen the night before and consequently, everything glistened, shining with dew that in an hour would have evaporated. He had an excellent view of the ornate six-foot iron fencing that surrounded his property and the gate in particular; not that he was expecting visitors, but forewarned was forearmed as his dearly departed grandmother used to say.
The tablet in his lap, Jacob looked down, he’d searched for suspension swings first, hefty pieces of equipment that would be fitted to his playroom ceiling; not seeing what he wanted, Jacob swiped left and moved on to leather-bound horses that looked remarkably like the type of gym equipment you’d have seen in old movies depicting school life. The main differences though were that these had embedded metal rings, to which you’d attach chains or links to someone’s cuffs.
“Nice.”
He picked one that suited his needs, matched the rest of his playroom in leather color and wood, then moved on to display crosses; allowing the tablet to settle in his lap, Jacob closed his eyes to briefly imagine a certain redheaded vixen naked, bound with cuffs and spread out upon such a device.
Jacob grew hard, his erection twitching beneath the tablet to move it.
Indulging in a few minutes of fantasy, what could be the harm? He quickly began to visualize Emily writhing and squirming, making sweet sounds of pleasure as Jacob teased and toyed with her vulnerable body…
***
Emily bid the woman a good morning and made her way down the garden path, having made promises to return the following day with more samples; a successful sale had given buoyancy to her steps. High-end cosmetics and accouterment she’d help to design filled her leather case; heavy, but not arduous to carry, she pushed open the neighboring gate and looked at the house in front of her.
At first, she saw nothing other than the house itself, a beautiful cream exterior, bright red roof, and a dark mahogany front door; the bay windows stood out prominently, their high and wide panes would no doubt give the occupant a glorious vista of the coast.
Approaching closer, taking time to appreciate the view herself, Emily noted a figure seated behind the glass…
***
Jacob pushed the tablet aside hearing it thud, landing on the carpet, its display showing the last piece he’d been viewing.
His right hand slipped inside the thin gym shorts and grasped his erection. “Ohhh, Emily, yeah… Good girl, suck it.” Jacob’s fantasy had moved on from the redhead spread out on the equipment he’d considered buying and now, instead, kneeled in front of him, bound by cuffs and using her mouth to give him a blow-job.
Fingers tightened around his cock as Jacob stroked, up and down. Finding the confines of his shorts too limiting, he pushed them halfway down his hips to give freedom of movement. His thumb swept across the bulbous tip that had darkened in color, returning to curve around the girth tightly. “Suck it, yeah, suck it harder, gag for me.”
***
Emily stood in the middle of the pathway, unable to move, rooted to the spot, eyes wide and unblinking; was she seeing what she thought she was seeing or was this a mad hallucination brought on by several nights of masturbatory fantasies?
She looked around, no, no other witnesses, nobody approached up the path behind her, nobody else was visible inside the house other than Jacob, reclined in a leather armchair wanking.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god… He’s got his cock out, fuck, look at the size of it.
Fascinated, transfixed, Emily inadvertently took several steps toward Jacob’s window, heedless of the grass, gravel, plants or anything else she might be stepping on, compelled to get closer.