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her meticulous attention. He pulled her up, turned her around, bent her face down over the table, and in a repeat of their first night in Venice, pushed her dress up and her panties down. In a series of smoothly rehearsed moves, revealing their synchronicity, he massaged the soft skin of her satiny arse with both hands, preparing her. Sliding two fingers into her slick opening, he examined her wetness. Thankful that she only ever wore stockings, a habit that she’d adopted long before they met, and he delighted in making sure that she always had a plentiful supply. Today, heavy opaque encased her legs teamed with her favourite boots.
    “Ready for me, my love?”
    Squirming beneath him, Eleanor remained silent, her senses soaring on wings of anticipation and the inevitable preparation of her anus. There were few things Matthew Fletcher liked more than buggering his latest project, and Eleanor had learned to delight in the full-to-capacity sensation of having her rectum filled with his cock.
    “I haven’t got any lube, I’m not going to risk your arse,” he growled. Twisting her ponytail in his fist, effortlessly holding her steady, he plunged into her pussy, pushing her hard against the rough wood of the table, reaching his fingertips around to stimulate her clitoris.
    “So wet, so hot, so divine.” His breath misted her ear. He clutched her hair in one hand, driving into her.
    Palms flat against the unrelenting wood of the table, Eleanor braced herself. Sensation throbbing in her pussy, radiating from the tip of her clitoris under the attention of his fingertips until the unmistakable ache in prelude to small spasms, gradually increasing intensity, her tight sheath snatching rhythmically at his cock and she climaxed within a millisecond of his orgasm as he rammed his final thrust home.

Checkmate
    Eleanor had begun researching the history of Falconworth, and spent a little time perfecting wording for the hotel’s website. Currently under construction, as painstakingly slow as the building work itself, it too had been left to experts. Neither she nor Matthew had the slightest clue how to go about creating an on-line presence for their new business.
    “What do you think of this darling?”
    Stretched on the sofa in their temporary home, her head nestled his lap and engrossed in a notebook held at eye level she read aloud; ‘ walled gardens frame Falconworth on three sides, with an orchard, ornamental water features and lake. The woodland walk is accessed through the wooden gate situated in the high stone wall at the rear of the garden. Steep and thickly wooded, the snaking walkway leads to the beach path situated on a sharp incline leading to the beach via stone stairs. The private cove, exclusive to Falconworth Manor residents, is breathtakingly beautiful and well worth the steep descent. At present, there is no other land access to our cove, although there are other secluded beaches within a short drive. ’ It’s not off-putting to mention the steep, stone stairway, is it? Do you think we should mention the ancient woodland and the springtime carpet of bluebells?”
    “No and yes,” chuckles Matthew. “It’s perfect, darling, type it up tomorrow and email it to Danny. He’s already been over for the photographs. Do you play chess? There are so many things about you that I don’t yet know. We shall play in a warm room because I have a variation in mind that has us removing an item of clothing as each piece is sacrificed. You will wear your collar, of course. At checkmate, or when we’re naked, whichever is first, you will pass the whip to me. In return, I hand you the cuffs and blindfold, and wait until kneeling, you present yourself, hands cuffed in front of you. I secure your blindfold and finally, lying between your knees, sample the essence of the queen between your legs and move behind you, in a snug homecoming.Now, let’s adjourn to the other room, I have something for you.”
    Taking the pad, he