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The woman stared up from the recliner at the study’s ceiling tiles, their geometry an irritating counterpoint to the tumbling thoughts beneath her silver bob. Consternation creased her exquisitely manicured eyebrows. “Surely one should not behave in such a manner, should one? It’s simply not proper.” She brought cherry polished nails to one cheek and gave it an idle scratch. “At fifty-five, one should know better. But what would you have done?”Rebecca Delaney glanced up from her notes over the top of oval Ted Baker glasses, cocoa eyes registering a flicker of annoyance before settling on the well-dressed woman several feet from her. “You’re paying for my time, not the other way round, Lady Mallory.”Her client gave a dismissive wave before returning the hand to her toned abdomen atop the white blouse that seemingly magnified the intensity of her dazzling blue eyes. “Yes, yes, but hypothetically.”The psychiatrist paused then sighed. “Hypothetically, adultery has been pretty much frowned upon the last few thousand years.”Mallory pulled a face. “Don’t get all pious with me, Miss Delaney,” she snapped. “One knows it’s wrong.””And yet, here we are.”Lady Mallory clucked and snaked a hand down to her Louis Vuitton, retrieving the pack of Superkings and a gold lighter. When Rebecca shook her head and pointed at the No Smoking sign above the door, the woman paused only momentarily, drew out a stick anyway, fed the tip between ruby lips and flicked the flame. She took a deep drag, the end crackling and burning bright orange, before allowing thick wisps of exhaled grey smoke to billow into the warm study.Rebecca coughed. “Lady Mallory, you may be many things, but I can assure you that beyond the law is not one of them.”The older woman turned her head to meet Rebecca’s stare, remnants of smoke curling from her nostrils like a depleted dragon, rolled her eyes and extinguished the cigarette on the back of her lighter “First scripture, then the law. What next? Lines from Anna Karenina?”Bristling inside, Rebecca focused on her amber paperweight and wondered how many years she’d get for applying it to Mallory’s skull, then breathed deeply, seeking calm. She found it on the fourth breath, brushed a thread from the slate skirt that hugged her bare thighs and crossed them. “Shall we return to the reason for your guilt?” Her eyes flashed across a circled name in her notepad. “This Antonio.”Mallory returned the part-used cigarette to the box, snapping it shut with slender fingers, and shook her head, a wry smile breaking out. “It’s ridiculous really, verging on pathetic. The bloody gardener? It’s so Diet Coke. So cliché.””Cliché or not, do you want to talk about him?”The woman sighed then nodded, pursing her lips. “One tried not to let it happen. Charles is a wonderful man. Kind and loving. Considerate. Good in bed, no complaints there.”She tailed off and Rebecca gave her a moment to collect her thoughts before prompting. “But?””But he’s a Rolls Royce, honey. Solid. Dependable. Reliable. And sometimes a woman needs something a little less… refined. A Maserati with the top down. Zero to sixty in a few seconds. The wind in one’s face, careening around the mountain hairpins, pistons hammering beneath the bonnet. I’m sure you appreciate the metaphor.”Mallory paused, slid her gaze across to Rebecca once more and curled her lip. “You’re judging me!””I’m here to listen, not judge.””Yet you are.” She exhaled sharply, masking a cackle. “This sad, rich bitch, with her perfect life, acres of land and stables, who falls apart when the gardener makes eyes at her. It’s painted all over your face.”Rebecca looked at her notes and said nothing as Lady Mallory continued, calmer as if the outburst hadn’t happened. “If one may be blunt for a moment, Miss Delaney, a question for you?”Rebecca locked eyes with her client. “I ask the questions.””Yes, but… bahis siteleri indulge me. Please.”The psychiatrist thought for a moment and nodded her consent. “If it will help.”Mallory took a deep breath as the two women maintained eye contact. Both were well educated, Rebecca’s Kings College master’s degree in Psychiatry displayed prominently on the wall between two heavily-stocked, dark wood book cases. Mallory held a University of Edinburgh botany degree and was a consultant scientist to the Royal Botanic Gardens. When she wasn’t in therapy. She let the breath out. “Have you ever been fucked, Miss Delaney? Royally fucked?” The question caught Rebecca off-guard, but she retained her professional dignity as Mallory ploughed on. “Not sex. Not a polite roll in the hay on a Sunday afternoon, but fucked until you almost suffocate from the intensity. From the excitement.” She paused. “Just… fucked.””Maserati fucked?”A smile crept across Mallory’s face, revealing deep crow’s feet that the facelift hadn’t been able to disguise. “Maserati fucked.”The study was silent. Not even a ticking clock. Rebecca insisted on two things for her workspace: a clock that didn’t tick so that clients wouldn’t be distracted by the time, and insulated walls so barely a whisper filtered in from the city outside. Heavy-duty soundproofing also had its benefits from the inside. Her mind flashed back to Julian. The five-figure salary Julian who knew how to party hard and how to use his equipment harder, spreading an eager Rebecca over her desk not five feet from where Lady Mallory lounged. She recalled the times she waited up into the small hours for the socialising Julian to tear off her underwear and hammer her from behind against the wall of her Aldgate student flat. The heat from him flexing her insides. The sweat as their bodies bucked, his hand clutching her hair, breasts squashed, deforming against the cool plaster with each savage thrust. The shrieking and begging and coming until they were both drained, her reward having to cover up the bags under her eyes the next day with make-up.There were also the lazy Saturdays hand-in-hand by the river; a picnic followed by finding a secluded copse in the park where the talented Julian could bury his magnificent tongue in her silky folds until she panted towards the sun-kissed sky as quietly as she could manage through exquisite release. And the nights she’d cried herself to sleep after finding the bastard Julian hadn’t reserved that tongue solely for her. Oh she knew about being royally fucked, in more ways than one, but when she didn’t provide an answer, Mallory continued. “That is Antonio. Brutal. Raw. Thrilling. You know what he makes me do?”Rebecca said nothing.”He makes me kneel on all fours like some primitive animal. Edge of the bed, naked except for the Jimmy Choo’s. Makes me wait. Anticipate. Want. Like his prey. Exposing one’s bottom that way, solely for his pleasure, and swaying it at his command is most degrading, yet somehow deeply liberating. One can feel his stare burning into the flesh, his desire rising,” a smile flickered, “among other things. And after that, you know what he does?”Experience afforded Rebecca the luxury of knowing when to remain silent as clients were making rhetorical statements.”He spanks me. Open palm, stinging slaps. Both cheeks in turn, left then right, left, right. Relentless, until a question mark hangs over the ease of being able to sit the next day. But each time, one becomes hotter and wetter with excitement, never wanting the pain to end but craving the last strike because that is when he steps in and… fucks. No restraint. No finesse. Just grabs my hair and ploughs in with seven inches of delightful, thick Italian sausage.”The psychiatrist shuffled in her seat. “So how did it start?”Lady Mallory gave a snort. “That’s the irony, darling. Charles canlı bahis siteleri hired him. We needed a handyman to keep the grounds in shape after Sebastian left. The flowerbeds are my domain, the rest requires maintenance of a less delicate touch. After all, one does not wish Tatler to pen a follow-up on how our-” she mimed finger quotes “-‘ostentatious blend of contemporary chic and tradition’ slid into ruin.””Quite.”Mallory allowed herself a tight smile. “Antonio just turned up for work and Charles did the introductions. The seed was sown at that first meeting in our entrance hall. Those dreamy brown eyes, dark hair, olive complexion and toned physique did things to one’s insides. And the way he looked in my direction. The hunger. The intensity.”She shivered and seemed lost for a moment, adopting a faraway look, then snapped back. “Finding excuses to stay home when he was there was easy. The living room overlooks the lawn where one could watch him working up a sweat. He never knew. At least, he never said.”Mallory twitched, perhaps reflexively, hand reaching for her bag and its nicotine-infused contents, then withdrew. “One time,” she began with a quiver to her voice, “there was such a heat, such a desire inside my body that it became overwhelming. One knelt on the sofa beneath the window and watched him in just his shorts, biceps rippling as he started the mower, tan physique glistening in the sun. Felt my underwear becoming damp and had to dig a hand inside them. It was so… impulsive. So unlike anything one had felt before, fingers circling and thrusting to the illicit thought of this man’s body.””And the guilt stems from watching him? Or from masturbating to him?”Mallory considered the question. “A little of both. And the sex of course. Oh the sex.”Rebecca shifted in her seat again, uncrossing her legs then thinking better of it in case her rising arousal at Mallory’s story was revealed. “Go on.”The aristocrat regarded the uniformity of the ceiling tiles once more and continued. “After the tremors had died down between my legs, one decided the man might like a cold drink. It’s that cliché again, but it seemed appropriate. He finished it like the bottle contained the last drops of liquid on Earth, then looked at me oddly. One realised too late that staring wide-eyed was probably inappropriate. He smiled at me. ‘Are you okay Lady Mallory?’ he said, wiping his mouth on the back of that firm hand that can deliver such pleasure to my rear. ‘Anything I can do better?'”Mallory shook her head at the thought and gave a nervous laugh. “Ha! Asking him to work naked crossed my mind. Thankfully, common sense prevailed: ‘No Antonio, you’re doing a wonderful job. Cannot ask for anything more.’ But he tipped his head to one side slightly. Something in my tone must have given me away.””What makes you say that?””Because he had that look in his eyes. The one that all men use when regarding the object in front of them as a prize and not an equal. A sparkle, his irises catching the sun’s rays, penetrating my soul as if he could read my thoughts. ‘I do other jobs around the house’ he said.”Rebecca hid her smile at the cheesiness of the encounter, the storyline on par with the low-budget porn film that she and Julian had watched one night prior to finishing up a sweaty tangle of limbs on his leather sofa as the movie played to itself. Julian had told her to dress in her most revealing and provocative clothes. She’d chosen the white lace thong and balcony bra beneath a low-cut pastel top that displayed plenty of cleavage framed by her long brown locks. The tennis skirt finished the look. With a few cheeky flicks of the hem to reveal her smooth, tight rear, she teasingly modelled for him before settling down, legs tucked beneath her, to watch the film.Their underwear hadn’t stayed on long. At Julian’s insistence, canlı bahis she sucked his glorious cock to hardness, soon finding herself on her knees facing the TV with him pounding into her sopping pussy, gripping her exposed buttocks as the home-alone pornstress was treated likewise by the ‘repair man’. Rebecca loved the sensation of being filled with Julian’s girth, especially the extra deep pushes that made her breasts sway, and signalled the build-up to his climax, pressing the perfect spots to trigger her own shuddering orgasm. She pushed the memory away and cleared her throat. “So you invited him in?””Not at first. Turned and hurried inside without looking back.””But later?””After some time to reflect, yes. A few days, maybe. He was magnetic.””And?”She chewed her lip. “He accepted the opportunity to fix the dripping tap in the bathroom.””And you seduced him?”Mallory shut her eyes a moment. “Yes. But he didn’t take much seducing. A low-cut black sundress with raspberry underwear was all it took. Agent Provocateur.””Of course.””Watching him work from the en suite doorway caused flutters deep inside. Every fibre of my body seemed heightened. One leant against the frame, kicking the heel of a foot back and forth, deciding how, and if, to go through with it. Cheating felt so wrong at first, but the flooding hormones drowned out any rational thought. The more he worked, and the more small talk exchanged between us, the more his sexy baritone made my body scream that it wanted to feel him against me… no, not want; need. To lose control. Scenarios played themselves over and over in my head until there was no more space for thought. That’s when instinct took over. Clouded my judgement. Made me draw my foot slowly up the doorframe behind me, knee pointing in his direction, which afforded a glimpse of my underwear from his position beneath the sink.”Rebecca couldn’t imagine acting like that for anyone. The things she’d done with Julian were all initiated by him. She’d never taken the reins, just taken whatever he gave. That thought triggered a memory. Then another. And another. Increasingly faster flashes of their times together raced through her mind until she froze. All of a sudden the stark reality of her one-sided relationship compared with the brazen act that Mallory was about to describe made Rebecca feel empty. A pang of guilt struck her chest, tightening inside, like it was all her fault. Like she’d selfishly driven Julian into the knickers of another woman by being all take and no give.The psychiatrist took an involuntary deep breath. Maybe he’d wanted someone stronger. Someone more domineering and confident. More of a risk-taker, like Lady Mallory, willing to put status, money and power on the line for a torrid affair with a man she barely knew. Hell, the biggest risk Rebecca had taken recently was mixing her darks and whites in one load. She almost cried out at the obviousness of the revelation. Being so afraid of losing him, she’d chained up her real self and forced away the best thing that had ever happened to her.The tragic irony was that she could have been the girl he desired. She knew she had a dark streak to which he would have responded, but she’d unwittingly suppressed it. In fact, to such an extent she’d become the perfect example of subservience; what she thought he wanted. And in the end he’d become bored and looked elsewhere. Stupid stupid stupid.Unaware of Rebecca’s inner turmoil, Lady Mallory continued. “Of course Antonio stopped working and looked up. Stared. Not eye contact, not initially at least. Just focused on my centre; the prize being revealed inch by inch. The longing in his expression drove me on. Have you any idea the sense of power it delivers to be desired?” Rebecca shook her head, still hollow that she’d only just analysed her own relationship nine months too late, but Mallory wasn’t looking. “It’s electrifying to be wanted. To see his excitement building. To hold such authority. Given the state of my arousal, one doubts he would have required x-ray vision to see through the wet, translucent material anyway.
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