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Overneath the Path of Misinterpretation (Alvis Alendran&Malicious Lullaby)

Chills. That’s all she felt at the end. While the entire piece was brilliant through and through, the end was where Esther felt the most. A hand came up to press against her chest, over her heart, as her body sank back into the velvety smooth and soft exteriors of the seat once more. What could she say? The music literally had her at the edge of her seat. She couldn’t sit still. She was so pulled in and most everyone else was sitting comfortably. She couldn’t hold it back. The musical part of her, couldn’t. She wanted to stand, applaud, hoot, cheer, give them all that they deserved but she refrained.

Oh no, now she wanted to dance. Was it allowed to dance to such a lively and upbeat song that had her jaw on plastered on the ground even as her foot was tapping? She wasn’t sure she’d be able to pick it up. She may be in her early twenties, just a baby compared to everyone else here—though she certainly hoped Caughlin didn’t think so, otherwise that’d just be plain weird and awkward and not the good kinds either—but she appreciated music, and good music to boot. That being said, she was nearly bouncing in her seat.

Her arms moved so she could encircle them around his neck loosely before their lips met. Hmm, his lips were still so soft and she felt her body relax and melt in his embrace, thankful for him holding her. Soon, she was seated in his lap where she was happily arranged to be straddling him, all the while her body heated immensely. As heated as that kiss was, her body was on fire and they had hardly started. That was just the effect he had on her. Parting her lips from his, her hands came to remove his jacket from him altogether and her lips hungrily found his neck, all the while her hips pushed into his own. She could so multitask. She wanted clothes off of him now and at the same time, he tasted as good as he smelled, as good as he could kiss, as good as he could fu—.
 
The jazz was done, and the musicians all looked satisfied. Wyn stepped to teh podum, and lifted a microphone. She took a deep breath. Yes, she played the piano. And the Sax. And pretty much any other instrument you could name. But she had built a solid career in music before becoming a manager. And that had been built mainly on her voice. (Deliver Me) Sounds swelled around her, a mounitng wave of sound, and the orchestra came in the same way, with a smooth, slick feel of the strings. The precussion was simple, a sound that came across as nothing else but a heartbeat. The choir made very small oments in the piece, adding some emphasis to some of the lyrics. The music was joined by the piano, just a little, while the percussion picked up the pace a little, adding a steady beat. The voice was perfect, a smooth, easy soprano that soared in the hall. Caughlin knew for a fact that Wyn had not sang like this in a performance publicly in more than three years. And it has been worth the wait. No part of her sound was anything less than gorgeous. Wyn let herself ease back just a bit, letting the strings have a little more of the attention, but only just. It all came to an end, with a long, steady ntoe from teh strings. Caughlin touched his face, finding his eyes had tears in them. He smiled as the silence descended into the room. He'd set the plate down, the contents forgotten utterly. The room moved in near unison, people exploding to their feet to delvier a thunderous standing ovation that shook the walls with it's volume. Wyn blushed a little, but bowed, A slightly shy smile on her face. It had been a show to remember.

Harrison leaned forward enough to let his jacket fall. He wasn't complaining. She wasnted things to go forward, he was fine with that. As a help, he slid his tie off, and set it aside, before his hands went to her shirt, finger flying down to open the buttons, before pulling it open, and sliding hands along her midsection. She was warm, and his hands a little chilled, but he had every thought of how that must be making her feel. His hands would be stunningly obvious, and would likely leave impressive trails behind their motions. Not even thinkign about it, his fingers found the join of the skirt, and he undid it quickly, making her barely clad by any stretch. He deppened the kiss a little, and contemplated tearing the clothes from her. But he'd already cost her one set of shirts. Best not to add to it. Just yet anyway.
 
Her heart beat faster. She had no idea what to expect next because everything had thrown her for a loop, but in a really good way. The entire show had been a story to tell. And now? The finale had come. Esther watched in much anticipation as Wyn took the microphone and as the music began, she swore her heart skipped a beat as the smooth, soft and beautiful. Throughout the entire concert, the story behind it and then this climactic event, Esther was on the edge of her seat, both literally and metaphorically as it is. Now? Well everything touched so close.

Maybe with everything that had gone on in this hectic week, this is exactly what she needed. Finding out she could possibly be getting fired because of some stupid rumor that a jilted student decided to spread out of his own malicious will, it shook her. She was only twenty-two, going on twenty-three and this was her dream. This had always been her dream and everything she worked so hard for. On top of having no idea what had gotten into Mallory—not literally speaking, since Esther knew what had gotten inside of Mallory quite often in one day—and just being in one of her own funks, despite the fact she was not losing her job and the case was resolved, everything just sort of culminated.

Heated moisture clouded her eyes, stinging her vision but she didn’t blink them back. She let them fall. They were much needed, therapeutic even and it was for everything. For the week, for what she had been feeling, and for this beautiful concert. For this date, for having been honored to be apart of this night. She was so thankful.
Esther didn’t hesitate. She practically jumped to her feet as the last of the song faded to an end. The entire burst into loud applause. She was still crying but she clapped, nearly moving onto her tippy toes in her heels. What a show. What amazing talent! What…brilliant music.

Oh god, I’m crying. I’m such a girl… Until she glanced at Caughlin. Then she felt better.

It was feverish and laced with much want and need. She couldn’t slow down but neither was she going terribly fast. She wanted to savor this but at the same time, something about him made the need and want in her burn with some serious passion and desire that she couldn’t help herself. But then he started to touch her and his touch was cold against her incredibly warm body. Shivers immediately ran up her spine and her lips parted from him. She didn’t jerk or jump out of his embrace. No, if anything she leaned further into him, got more wet than she had been to begin with and one hand drifted down his now bare chest after she unbuttoned his shirt completely and came to the rim of his pants. Her hand slid inside to feel him, to touch him, to start something. That’s all it took. A look, an exchange of words and a touch, and Mallory was putty in his hands.
 
The roar of the applause kept on for a few more moments, before Wyn left the stage area, and the rest of the choir and orchestra did likewise. Caughlin let himself simmer down a little, and wiped his eyes. He looked over to see Esther in a similar state. He smiled at her.
"Well, at least I can still show a girl a good time." He mused, waving a hand at the stage. He made a note to see about getting seats reserved for him in the Palace on a constant basis. It would be prudent to make sure he never had to fight for seats whenever Wyn decided to have a show that she put her weight behind. He lifted his plate, remembering he'd brought food with him, and ate another lobster tail. "So, shall we go and congratualte Wyn on a fine show put on?"

Harrison felt the buttons of his shirt open, and then felt her hand sliding lower. That was really all it took. He felt himself hardening rapidly, and he pulled his shirt off, laying it aside, and taking the time to pull hers off of her shoulders. That urge was still there, the desire to tear it from her, but he again kept it under control. Besides, to remove her shirt, she'd have to move her hand, and that would be a shame. His lips moved lower, planting a kiss on the side of her neck, and then her collarbone, before dragging his teeth along her skin. His hand went higher along her back popping the clasp to her bra in a single expert motion. Despite not wanting to break the contact, he wanted to move things forward. And he wanted to do it fast. He gathered her up, and half stood, before turning around, and putting her back to the couch. It gave him the opportunity to drag her skirt from her body. He moved back in for a brief, fiery kiss to keep her going.
 
“If you had any doubt of that, then I must seriously be doing something wrong in helping to convey those feelings to you.” She laughed softly, wiping her tears away carefully from her cheek and lightly dabbing under her eyes so not to smudge the light amount of eyeliner she was wearing that night. Reaching over, she playfully snagged a lobster tail from him and scrunched her nose before taking a bite. “We shall. After I steal another lobster tail, that is.” And true to her word, Esther stole another. Apparently crying made her hungry. No, not really. He had food in his hands. This was her take on sharing.

It was as if she could feel the want for him to lose control. He seemed to want to and honestly, Mallory was dying for him to. He didn’t have a problem all day at all today. Obviously, otherwise they wouldn’t have driven Esther out of the inside of the apartment, technically, they wouldn’t have been having sex in the middle of the apartment for all the world to see—namely Esther—and probably wouldn’t have done what they did in his office, his office of all places! So why now?

A deep sigh came from her as she felt her bottom against the soft cushion of the couch they were on. She was no longer in his lap and her hand slowly slid out of his pants. He was so hard. It was obvious he wanted her, as much as she wanted him and now he wouldn’t let go. Sure, of all times. She sighed deeply again, almost exaggeratedly like a girl who was about to die of boredom. Her legs lifted to accommodate him pulling her skirt off before she leaned back even more and grinned at him. “Aw, come on Harrison. Not even fuel to light your fire?” Mallory was doing this on purpose. “I’m dying of boredom here. Surely you can do better than this, right? Or are you going soft on me?”
 
Caughlin raised his brows as Esther made off witht eh lobster tails. He honestly didn't care overly much, the food was there o be eaten, but it wouldn't do to just acknowledge that.
"My, you've quite some nerve. Stealing an extra tail." He narrowed his eyes in exagerated mock annoyance. Teh look vanished as he ate the last tail from the plate. He smiled at her. "You're lucky I had one more. It's impossible to be anything but happy after eating one of these tails." He admitted to her, heading back toward the foyer, where he knew Wyn would be speaking with people, and the musicians that were so inclined would be there as well. He could hear laughter. Everyone seemed to be in rather high spirits.

Harrison stopped, and stared for a few seconds. He had to make sure he'd heard her. Did she actually just...? Really? He was of half a mind to toss her out the door for a comment like that. But there was one other option. And that was swift, merciless punishment. It took a second to take stock. His tie was within reach. And that was all he needed right now. He very gently placed his hand on the side of her face, and smiled. At first glance it was a sweet, caring smile. But there was an undercurrent of restrained threat and malice.
"Can't have that then, can we?" He murmured. His ahnd went to her neck, gripped, and pulled her around, off of the couch, and into his chest. His free hand grabbed the tie, and draped it across her face, winding it around her eyes. With a firm jerk, he knotted it, cutting off any chance she had of seeing anything. With a low growl that came close to her ear, he grabbed her hands, and started walking.

He dragged her across the floor, and into the hall. He shouldered open a door, and took a brief look around. He lifted what he needed, and slung it over a hook in the ceiling. Taking her hands, he fit them into leather cuffs. Lined of course, and then hoisted her up, hanging her from the ceiling. She was low enough that her toes and the ball of her feet could still touch the floor, but not by much. he had some limited control of the height, and could lower her a bit if he wanted to, but right then, he really didn't. And now there was only one way her shirt was coming off. It only took him a single motion, gripping the back of her blouse, and pulling. It rocked her back on the cuffs, but the blouse shredded free, cloth flying. He lifted a small pocket knife from his dressed, adn came back. The flat of the blade rested cold on her shoudler a moment, before cutting a strab from her loose bra. he repeated the gesture before todssing the knife away. A hand closed on her throat, not tight enough to cut off her air, but enough that she definitely knew where he was.
"Are you excited yet mallory?" He snarled out, his voice barely contained, and full of passion, lust...and not a little bit of what might almost be anger. He noted the red spot on her ass, and brought a hand down hard on it, the slap filling the room.
 
All she could do was bat her eyelashes in a very adorable and innocent way, considering she wasn’t very innocent at all—in her plundering his lobster tails. “I wouldn’t steal them all Caughlin. I’m not heartless after all.” It was very difficult to hold back any kind of laughter or a smile. She didn’t laugh, but she couldn’t stop smiling. This entire situation was pretty humorous after all.
She walked out with him to the foyer where people met, following his lead. It was a beautiful show and hell, even she might want to bow down to the great and wonderful Wyn.

She had no idea how he might take it. For all she knew in the silence to follow after she spoke her words that he might just kick her out for daring to even say that. In that moment, she worried her lower lip as she looked at him, waiting. “N-No, of course not.” Okay, maybe a part of her was actually afraid, especially when he grabbed her by her neck. Mallory gasped. Oh wow, was he going to murder her or something?

No, not at all. Unless someone could actually die from sexual bliss. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was now, pooling with desire in between her legs. Blindfold, really sexy touch and it had her heart beating faster already. For one to have their sight taken from them and have no idea what the other was going to do, it left her incredibly vulnerable and curious but in a way she kind of liked. Especially since Harrison had never disappointed before. And she wasn’t really getting bored earlier. She just knew he wanted to let loose, let control and she had to make him do it. Nothing stopped him before. Why should it now? And she was finally getting a dose of the Harrison that was much needed.

Her feet guided her as he dragged her, hurrying in her steps until she was basically his puppet to do with since she couldn’t do much with her vision taken from her. Her head tilted back a little bit, as if trying to see something maybe but all she could see was from what she could feel and from what she could feel, she was hoisted onto something and her feet were just sort of barely touching the floor. She could feel the intense pulse of her heart in her head and he had hardly begun and already she was breathing almost erratically. “Harrison…” She wasn’t scared anymore. Just deeply, deeply, deeply turned on.

“Maybe.” But she decided to play along, resisting the urge to grin or smirk. “I think I’m getting there but—“ She started when the full force of the slap reverberated through her body. Her head tilted back and she moaned a deep moan followed by a heavy sigh. “Mm, yes. Yes.” To his question. She was so excited. She hadn’t been this excited probably ever.
 
Wyn, despite her presence, was easy to lose in a crowd. It had everything to do with her just being so damned short that she could disappear. Caughlin looked about carefully, and then picked out a small gap, and head towards it, Esther right with him. The small knot of people moved on, showing Wyn with her hair tied back, looking a little winded, but extremely satisfied. Caughlin gave a quiet, mock-clap at her, and she grinned.
"Glad you enjoyed the show Caughlin. And you as well Esther. I always love getting a good performance in." Wyn said calmly. She seemed even mroe steady and calm now than she had before.
"Well, you can guarantee that I'll be here for the next one, adn all the ones afterwards." Caughlin said calmly. Wyn smiled, and handed him a small ticket. He checked it. Reserved seating. Permanent. On one of the balconies. "That's extremely generous of you Wyn. What do I owe you?"
"You don't. It was a special little reward for making it to the opening. Oh, and Esther, here. I hope they spelled your name right. We had to improvise in a hurry." Wyn handed a similar ticket to Esther.

Harrison decided that things could progress much more quickly if he wasn't distracted by anything. He lifted the shredded blouse, glad that she couldn't see what he was doing. With another few deft moved, he wound in into her mouth, and tied it again. It might not stop her from speaking in general, but it would certainly slow her down.
"Better." He murmured to her, before dragging his teeth along her ear. His hand caught her ass again in a loud slap. He dropped his pants to teh floor, stepping out of them, adn then stepping around her. She was a little higher than he'd prefer to really start something, but it was a good point to start off the real festivities. He ran a hand gently along the band of her panties, before yanking hard, tearing them free. He dropped them negligently, and then reached around her body. His fingers found her clit quickly, and began rubbing it firmly. He nudged her feet apart with his own, and crouched slightly. He rubbed the head of his member against her slit, moving smoothly, taunting, teasing her along, pressing in only enough that it would almost enter her, but then always backing away.

It was certainly having an effect, and on both of them. But this wasn't really what he planned to do to her, not yet. He simply waited until she was practically dripping from arrousal, as turned on as she could possibly be, before coming around the front of her, and moving his hand enough to slide his tongue along her slit, circling her clit twice before turning back to plunge it into her.
 
Esther was wearing a big smile on her face as they approached Wyn, and also a lot of that was because of how Caughlin acted. It’s been stated plenty times over and it will be stated again; everything he did made him so likeable and so charming. It was impossible to hate him. Not that she thought it possible for anyone to hate this man. That and hate was such a strong word. Dislike. It was impossible. And she never thought she’d live to see the day where the impossible was possible, even going so far as to actually happen. That was an impressive feat.

“It was amazing Wyn. Unbelievably amazing.” Yet believable. She was an English teacher who was having a hard time coming up with a synonym for ‘amazing,’ she was still that baffled and amazed at the entire show. But what made her even more baffled was after Caughlin received his ticket, Esther received one just like it, except with her name perfectly spelled. Her jaw was on the floor and she didn’t think it possible for it to ever pick up. “Wyn, I—“ She was speechless. Talk about an honor. She did not know how to thank this woman one bit. What a turnaround of events, all in one day. It would be so overwhelming if she wasn’t so incredibly happy at the same time.

Well that was new. A gag of some sorts? Did she want to know what he was using to keep her basically quiet, or at least incapable of speaking? She almost snorted too and did actually roll her eyes, as well as being incredibly thankful for having a blindfold on. Something told her if he saw that eye roll…

Her eyes fluttered closed beneath the blindfold and she breathed hot breaths against the gag. Just the faintest touch and then—another slap and her moan came out muffled, but the pleasure hit her strong, coursing through her entirely. Talk about living a fantasy she had no idea she ever wanted or thought of. This was new. This was new indeed and well, Mallory often prided herself in being someone who’d try anything new at least once.

For the duration, however, she was being tortured. Her toes clenched, curled, her walls clenched and tightened, her body was on fire and she was probably dripping at this point. Her head tilted back and then rest against her left arm, her breathing reduced to fast pants. A very thin sheen layer of sweat started to coat her body and several moans and whimpers came from her. He was killing her. But it wouldn’t stop. And when it seemed like it did, when she thought he was never going to give her the release she so yearned for now at this point, having reached her pivotal breaking point almost, jolts of pleasure surged through her. His warm and wet tongue was on her oh so soaked self. She succumbed and let the writhing pleasure of ecstasy take over. While muffled yes, Mallory conducted and performed her own symphony.
 
Wyn only smiled, her eyes shifting to the side a little, looking a little shy. Caughlin put an arm around Esther's shoulders. To be honest, he hadn't thought Wyn would be so casual in handing out premium seating, but then her generosity was somehting of a reputation.
"Don't worry about it Esther. I'm glad you were able to make it out for something like this, and look forward to seeing you again in the future. Got a lot of big shows to do here." Wyn explained, meeting Esther's gaze again. She saw a few more people approaching, and nodded to Esther and Caughlin. "Excuse me. Looks like I'll have to attend to a few more guests." She made a graceful exit from them, goign to meet the others.
"Well, I did say I'd show you a night you'd never forget." Caughlin observed idly. "I'm guessing this will certainly help in that regard."

It was eminently clear that Mallory was barely keeping herself together. Which was exactly what harrison was aiming at. he wanted her to lose what control she had, to go completely mad from pleasure. He intensified his tongue work on her, his upper lip rubbing her clit with enough force to give it constant stimulation. He pushed her along, waiting for a second orgasm to come before he stepped up his game more. He slid a finger along her, before plunging it into her. He worked on her with even more force, more passion, making things go forward, go faster, just go with more of everything. He kept at that until she came again, and then again, before adding a second finger to the mix, driving further into her. Harrison had a goal in mind, and that goal was to see just how long she could stay up under this kind of assault. It was to be a most interesting excercise to say the least.
 
She was being shy? Please! Esther was totally out of her element and knew she’d be in someone debt forever. It didn’t seem to sit well with her but as she glanced back down at the golden ticket she held in her hands, she didn’t seem to care one bit that she might be in someone’s debt forever. And it was a debt that Esther Martin of the Martin clan was okay to be held over. Because to have a debt like this with a woman like Wyn or even Caughlin was one she wouldn’t mind having. They showed her a taste—a night—in a world she never dreamed of being apart of but only maybe fantasized about. Not a dream, but simply a fantasy, a wish, she never thought possible to live through.

She tucked the golden ticket into the clutch she held, holding onto that clutch with all dear life. A smile, full and bright showing her pearly whites was donned for Wyn and Esther could only nod as the woman made her departure. Leaning a little bit into Caughlin, Esther looked up at him with possibly dreamy eyes and a look that stated the understatement of his words and nodded. “More than you could possibly know.” She said softly.

Her hand found his once more (in case they let go of hands at some point) and she gave it a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to leave or do you want to stay a beat longer?”

One. Two. Three. At this point, Mallory was literally hanging onto the restraints that held her up. Without them, she would have fallen. Her body shook. Trembled really and jolts of pleasure coursed through her incredibly. Her hands gripped the restraints and she tugged on them even. Moans drifted in the air, like a symphony of millions of different pleasures that she didn’t think possible to feel. Not to say she was literally feeling millions of different pleasures but it honestly felt like it.

His finger inside of her was assaulting, torturous and her hips often pushed into it, needing more, begging for more in her own way. The pleasure took over and her head threw back as she screamed. Another. Fourth one and she felt like she could just fall if she wasn’t being held up. “Harrison.” She pleaded. Mallory didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She wanted to hold out more but she needed to not be held by him like this. She needed to not be simply dangling from something, her feet just barely touching the ground. “Harrison.” She pleaded again, her voice and tone more urgent than the first plea.
 
Caughlin opened his mouth to reply, when he spotted a certain amount of chatter from a group of women near the doors. He sighed, knowing exactly what this had to be. There was onyl one person he knew of that caused that kind of a stir.
"Well, it looks as though we've one last person to say hello to, and then we can go." He offered to Esther. The crowd parted to show Wyn wrapping the newcomer in an embrace, and she looked ecstatic to see him. "This would be Nathanial. Wyn's husband." Caughlin informed Esther. When Wyn let him go, Nathanial stood up straight, and gave a dazzling smile to the crowd of onlookers. He was not overly tall, perhaps five foot nine or ten, and he wore a suit of the finest cut that made even Caughlin's look slightly shabby. He wore that suit like he'd been born to do so. He had hair that came to his shoulders, kept immaculate, with only a few wisps of hair hanging free, though if Caughlin had to bet money, he'd have sworn that it had been planned that way. The few strands hung in such a way to frame his face, calling more attention to teh features there. Blue eyes that were deep enough in colour they looked almost unreal. A person could stare into those eyes for hours and still not find just how deep they went. His face would have shamed the efforts of a master sculptor to create, not a single feature out of place. As Caughlin approached him with Esther he gave a different smile to them, this one inviting, welcoming, and giving flash of flawlessly arranged teeth.
"Caughlin, my good friend, it gladdens me greatly to see you grace us with your presence." Nathanial said easily, his voice a smooth, silky sound that made a few nearby women blush.
"Good to see you too Nathanial. This is Esther." He said by way of greeting. Nathainal turned his gaze to Esther, the full force fo that charm and personality settlign on the young woman.
"And to you dear lady, I extend my deepest gratitude to you for taking the time to attend my wife's performance. It is both an honour, and a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he took her hand from Caughlins, th older man offering no resistance, knowing precisely what was coming. Nathainal lifted her hand to his lips, and planted a gentle, courtly kiss on the back of her hand.

Harrison heard the somewhat muffled sound of his name from Mallory. She was likely getting close to the edge of what she felt she could endure. But his goal was to take her past that. His fingers turned inside of her, drawing the sensation out along the inside of her body. His tongue went even more aggressively along her, drawing out another orgasm. He was on four, adn she looked to be losing it even faster. The fifth came in a rush, the fourth barely having the chance to subside. He let that go on, the sixth coming in a colossal wave that he rode along for a time, before slowly withdrawing, figuring that after that she'd likely be barely able to process that she was even breathing. He stood, and walked to the chain, lowering it slightly. The angle made her lean forward as it was lowered, but contrary to what she might have thought, he only lowered it a little. Enough that her feet were on the floor, but even with that slack, her hands were over her head.

He stepped back around behind her, seeing the mostly insensate look to her, knowing she was barely aware of her surroundings at that point. She had been sated as well as anyone could hope for. But now it was his turn. And she was going to help him. He pressed the head of his member against her, and slid into her in a single smooth motion, filling her up completely. He sighed in pleasure as he sheathed himself in her. Hands gripping her hips, her pulled back, and then drove back into her. A hand slid up along her side, before wrapping around one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly. He grinned as he did so, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he ground his hips into her.
 
At first, Esther didn’t understand. Her body turned in the direction to which Caughlin seemed to be directing her towards, towards the direction of a throng of women around one singular purpose. As the crowd dispersed, Esther understood why. He could be any age and he still seemed to attain the youth of someone her age. Her eyes were glued to him and her lips parted in a slight bit of shock and awe. Wow. Could someone be so beautiful? They say a woman when she’s pregnant, she glows like a human can never do before. A pregnant woman’s glow is the understatement of Wyn’s husband.

They walked towards him and Esther couldn’t take her eyes off of him for the life of her. And when introductions were made, she opened her mouth to say something, anything, but her ability to speak was taken from her. Instead, she seemed to blush madly as he kissed the back of her hand. And in this time, her grip on Caughlin’s hand was so tight, it was if she herself was going through labor. Her knees shook and she feared she might just fall. Could someone be so overwhelmingly beautiful? Could it be possible that he could make a woman weak at the knees with simply a look or a smile?

“Hi.” Was all Esther was able to manage before she looked away, pressing her cheek into Caughlin’s shoulder. Oh wow.

Five. Six. By this point, Mallory was relying heavily and solely on the restraints that held her in order to not fall over. She couldn’t feel her legs, her knees. Her heart was pounding rapidly, her body shook and she couldn’t keep her eyes open, under the blindfold. She couldn’t see anything and she couldn’t speak properly for the gag. How she was able to even say his name previously, she didn’t know but he must have taken that as some kind of sign later, taken some kind of pity on her because soon the assault of his tongue was long gone and she was left in the warm air that turned cool in an instant.

Her head rest against her arm as she heard the jangle and dangle of chains and restraints, feeling her feet touch firmly and fully against the ground before once more, silence of the physical and sensory type. Then just like that, she felt him deep inside of her, like a colossal boulder making its way through her and deep into her. Her walls stretched easily around him, marking her entrance an easy target for someone as endowed as Harrison given what he put her through but that didn’t mean she felt anything less of normal. No, she felt him fully and her moans were deep but muffled, almost even a cross between a whimper.

Breathing heavily through her nose, her body leaned back into his, her arms shook, her legs shook, everywhere shook. But that didn’t mean the pleasure was anything less of satisfactory if not more. In this instance, like he always delivered and promised without any fault of his own, Mallory felt more. She always felt so much. Her head rest back against his shoulder and she succumbed to the pleasure that surmounted into her. If she was going to die—which she just might very well—it’d be because of sex and the amazing pleasure that came from it. She might not survive. But she’d go with a bang—literally—and a look of absolute, pure bliss and ecstasy on her face.
 
Caughlin had to smile. Nathanial had that effect on most any woman he met. How Wyn survived being married to him was beyond him. But then Wyn was a pretty impressive catch as well. Bah, he was getting too old for this kind of thinking.
"Well Nathanial, you might want to dial it back a little." Caughlin said good naturedly. Nathanial paused.
"Have I been untowards the lady?" He asked sincerely.
"No, but you might want to tone your whole 'come hither' attitude down a little."
"He can't. It's just how he is. Right dear?" Wyn pointed out, leaning into Nathanial comfortably. Nathanial rested a hand on her shoulder.
"With much regret, I fear she is correct." Nathanial admitted. Caughlin made sure to keep some support on Esther, knowing full well the kind of effect that the poor woman was under.
"It's been great to see you Nathanial. Investors dinner for you and Wyn? I can get us a table, adn we can catch up then?"
"Of course. Do forward me the details. Fare thee well Caughlin. And you as well miss Esther." Unable to resist the urge, he gave another rather winning smile, and winked at Esther as Caughlin led her outside into the cool air. It was likely that she'd need that right then.

Harrison was panting, his body already in such a heightened state of need from everything that he'd done to her, he knew that he wasn't going to last long. He could hear the faint whimpers coming from her, adn the sound only excited him a little more. He wanted that sound, more of Mallory....He hand came off of her breast, adn pulled the gag from her mouth, pushing her face toward him, and wrapping his mouth around hers in a fiery, insistant kiss that drew him in farther, while he kept up his pounding into her. His hips were moving faster and faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He let out a groan of his own at the sensation of her. Gods he was loving the time he spent so far. A deep breath, and a deep plunge into her, grinding into her, feeling as deep in her as he'd ever been, he let go of what little remained of his control. An arm around her waist, hoisting her into the air, taking the tautness of the chains off, and savagely sliding into her repeatedly, he broke off their kiss to clamp his teeth on her shoulder, drawing them down, leaving a noticable mark on her body, while feeling himself tighten, adn begin to shoot into her. It was a long one, a wracking feelign that drew out every last ounce of pleasure it could, and left him feeling drained.

He slowly set Mallory onto the floor, and considered just dropping the chain, and curling up with her on the floor for the night. It was likely they were both tired enough. But he had a limited amount of responsibility. He withdrew from her, and unhooked her chains. He took her in his arms, and carried her over to teh bed, getting the leather cuffs off of her before laying her onto the covers, and crawling up beside her.
 
Esther was monumentally embarrassed. Not at all because of how Nathaniel was being. No, because of how she was being. She clearly just proved she was only twenty-three among people who were so not, people who could hold their own and people who probably didn’t get so blushy around a clearly-married man! Yeah, because it’s not like she wanted him. No, but how was she supposed to react to that? That was totally not expected but it happened anyways and here she was, leaning into Caughlin because she could hardly stand. Her legs were shaking so bad.

Still, somehow, she managed to say her goodbyes to both Wyn and Nathaniel, even apologize, though she wasn’t specific as to what she was apologizing for and shakily walked out with Caughlin. Bad night to wear heels. On the final step outside, in her shakiness, she lost a little balance in the sense that her right ankle sort of bent. That thing that happens when a person can’t walk properly in heels. Well right now, she couldn’t and it sort of just happened so fast and it was something she couldn’t control.
“Ow!” She gasped, her other hand gripping his arm. “Oh my god.” She looked down and tried to put some kind of pressure or weight on her right foot but couldn’t without almost falling.

“I think…” She tried one more time to put her weight on her foot and this time actual tears came to her eyes because it hurt so bad. Despite being just a tad bit clumsy—really clumsy—Esther had never sprained or broken anything. And this was a pain that was really owie. “I think I just sprained my ankle.” Now she could die of embarrassment.

At this point, she was already so drained that the only was she was hanging was because she was tied up and because it was earthly impossible for someone to fall asleep while a man as endowed and powerful like Harrison Trenton was doing them. Sure, her eyes were closed underneath the blindfold and her lips were almost swallowing the gag in her mouth but she couldn’t just be thrusted into without emitting some sound. And she emitted several sounds with each thrust. She couldn’t stay quiet. It was impossible.

But what took her by surprise was the fact he removed the gag, pushing it down. She took in a several gulps of her air since she had been breathing in through her nose this entire time. All before her lips were locked by his. Oh, what a kiss. He always kissed her so well, so amazingly, it was probably what contributed to her seventh and final orgasm. All the while he was thrusting and her lips broke from his and she let herself succumb to the pleasure that mounted, that drove her insane. Yes, she was driven temporarily insane. She couldn’t think of anything. She couldn’t comprehend anything. She just knew that she had been given the most amazing pleasure, even as he came. She didn’t even know if she screamed. She didn’t know anything. Mallory was just a mass of breathing and shaking limbs.

It was over. Thankfully he picked her up after disconnecting her from the chains. She was writhing in his arms still, even as he placed her on the bed. Her wrists were soon free of the cuffs and she lay on her side. Her body still shook a little bit but her breathing was returning to normal. Her eyes were closed and she pushed the blindfold off of her face slowly and so weakly. She didn’t even look at him she was so far gone. That within five minutes, Mallory was out like a light.
 
Caughlin frowned, and enacted his first instinct. He pressed the cane he carried into her hand, while using his phone to signal the driver. It was only a moment before the car pulled up, and the driver opened the back door for them. Caughlin half carried Esther.
"Don't you worry, you're in good hands." He assured her. He made sure she got into the car, before walking around, and getting in the other side. The driver was already in motion, while Caughlin was taking action in the main section of the limo. A towel, and a bag of ice from the minibar. He approached Esther.
"Here, press this to the ankle. Should help you keep any swelling down." His voice was sympathetic, having been on teh end of more than a few sprains or breaks, including a particular painful breaking of his nose in college by his now best friend. Life was funny that way. "Did you want us to stop by a doctor or the like?" He asked. He doubted it was that bad, but he'd rather not write it off if she wanted to get a professional opinion.

Mallory was dead to the world. harrison doubted divine intervention would be getting her out of bed at this point. With a smile, he stood, and lifted a blanket, drawing it up the bed, and over the two of them. After all, he kept the place cool, she'd likely be cold in the morning without something, and he didn't fancy pulling her off of the bed just to stuff her back under the covers. Too much work, and too much effort. He wasn't wuite as wiped as she was, but it had taken a good deal out of him anyway. Enough that he would be grateful for sleep. The thought crawled into his brain that it was going to be Monday soon, and Monday meant work. Maybe he'd call in sick. That sounded fun. He let himself drift away.
 
Esther did her best to stay as normal as possible, even as the cane he carried was thrust into her hand. Not at all more embarrassing. No, it was but she wasn’t going to complain especially since she could hardly walk. Bad night to wear heels in front of the charms and incredible handsomeness of a man who had the potential to make this happen. No one’s fault but her own, but Esther was still playing the events back. He wasn’t that gorgeous was he?
An image of his face shining filtered back into her head. Yeah, he really was.
Ridding her head of it, she half-walked, let herself be half-carried and half-limped to the car when it did pull up, thankfully too. Once she was settled in the back of the limo, she instantly worked to elevating her leg after removing her heel. It wasn’t a strappy pair. Just a simple pair to slip her feet into. It hurt taking it off but now that it was off and she soon had ice on it, she sighed comfortably and sat back, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back onto the seat. Her eyes found Caughlin and she smiled one of those smiles that showed just how embarrassed she was, as well as how bad she felt too. Now she would make it up to him triple as much when she got to take him out.

“No no, that won’t be necessary. I’m sure just some ice, Bengay and an ace bandage ought to do me well and this just means I can’t go on wearing heels to school tomorrow.” She laughed softly. “Thank you. For being such a knight in shining armor—“ Or rather, shimmering expensive fabric of designer clothes.”—and thank you for tonight. Oh my word, tonight has been amazing Caughlin. Thank you.” Her hand moved over his cheek and she turned it, kissing his other cheek in much gratitude as well as well…because she could.

There was one thought that plagued Mallory as she slept; would she be able to walk?
She would go on to have several dreams of seeing herself trying to walk. Around the office, in front of Harrison, hell, even having a blunder where he was in the office with Mr. Lloyd even and she fell in not just Harrison’s lap once but also Mr. Lloyd’s. While she slept so peacefully, her dreams were playing jokes on her.
 
It was a sweet gesture, the kiss on the cheek. And it was likely about as far as he'd really be wanting to push thigns on this night. After all, given her new found injury, it was unlikely that anything further would even be possible, let alone welcome. He mentally shook himself. Dirty old man. He gave her smile, and lifted her hand to kiss.
"Well, it's been a memorable night for me as well. Not one I'd trade away for anything. And I managed to make a young lady's night. That's always a victory for an old man like me." He explained with a wink to make sure she knew he wasn't trying to be overly self-deprecating. He'd made his peace with his age long ago, and time hadn't dilluted that. The limo didn't take long to reach Esther's apartment building.
"So will you be needing an escort to see you home, or have you got it from here." Caughlin asked.

Harrison had a long, peaceful rest. Though there were a few dreams to stalk him. Mallory tied to his head board was a pleasing one. He had onther of a womoan over his desk, and it was with mroe than a little surprise When it wasn't mallory that turned back to him when he had a handful of her hair. Esther's face looked at him with a mixture of rapture and a little pain from him pulling on her hair. This was a dream that might take a little bit of time to properly evaluate.
 
If there’d been any chance of that happening tonight, it seemed it was a for sure no-go since she had probably garnered herself a little bit of a sprain there. Still though, no matter how much the pain hurt, she laughed and shook her head at him. “You’re not old.” Because the way she believed it was a person was older. But she didn’t think a person was old until they crossed fifty-five, closing in on sixty. That was old! Caughlin had some years before that. “And I’ll do well to keep reminding you of that.”

They arrived to her apartment and she stared out the window at it. Well…that shouldn’t be too difficult to get to on her own. “No no, I can do it on my own.” I think. She thought to herself. “Thank you again for tonight Caughlin. I won’t ever forget it.” She kissed his cheek once more before grabbing her shoe and opening the door. She debated taking the towel with ice in it and figured she could give it back to him when she saw him next because there would be a guaranteed chance to see him again.

That was when she turned and put a little weight on her ankle. OW!
With a deep breath, Esther started walking, slowly, and obviously limping. It hurt so bad but she could manage on her own. She always did. With success, she made it to her apartment door. Oh thank goodness. It took her longer than she would have liked. Still though, she managed. Like always.

Once inside, she limped around before she sat down with some more ice, Bengay and an ace bandage. She had changed out of her dress into her pajamas and was waiting to ice her foot a bit more before she wrapped it up and call it a night. And when she did finally sleep, her nightmare? Being back at school after the entire ordeal.
 
Caughlin kept the car where it was, making sure Esther made it. He could easily have gotten out to elp her, but that was making it seem like he didn't have the faith in her that she could make it. She'd been taking care of herself for a long time from the sound of it, and didn't need him to swoop in to save her. Once she was in, he leaned back, and tapped the wall dividing the driver section.
"Take me home Will." He said calmly.
"Yes sir." Will was a good man. Did his job with no questions asked, and did it very well. Caughlin leaned back into his seat as much as he could. He blew out a long sigh. Excepting the last little incident, he felt that things had gone rather well. He lifted out his pocket watch, and checked the time. Late enough for him. He lifted a small bottle of whiskey, and knocked it back. He sighed as the liquid trailed fire down his throat, and let himself let go of any tension.

After a moment, he leaned forward to see Will.
"Take me out of town. I feel like some air." He ordered.
"Your estate sir?" Will asked, already turning.
"I think so. And give yourself a five percent raise Will. Gods know you earn it driving me around.
"Thank you sir." Will smiled, and the car rolled on.

The estate was a large affair, a sixty room mansion on a sixty acre lot. Caughlin's best friend had built an even mroe impressive one, but that never bothered him. He'd inherited this. It had been a family estate for three generations. And you couldn't buy that kind of history. Will parked the limo, and Caughlin got out, heading to teh front door. It opened when he was ten feet away, reveling an impeccably dressed woman. The black tuxedo sat on her very well, though her manner was professional, she also felt a little...cold.
"Good evening sir. I do wish you'd called in advance, we could have made thigns ready for your arrival." She said with cool professionalism.
"I'd apologise Ailith, but I know you'd wave it off. Just wanted some fresh air." Caughlin replied.
"Shall I have the servants make up your room?"
"Yes, thank you. And aren't you supposed to be on vacation?"
"I declined, as per usual sir." Caughlin shook his head, and went inside. The air did help him clear his head. When he did sleep, he knew that there'd be a serving staff on hand to make sure he had breakfast, and Will would be ready to take him back to town, should he decide to go to work.
 
The next morning came when her alarm went off at 4:30 AM. She was never an early riser. Oh no way at all. Neither was she the kind to go to bed so early these days but since she started teaching, well this was one thing she’d get up at the crack of dawn for. Her first class started at seven. That meant she’d need all this time just to get her affairs in order. But at the same time, she had been prepared since before her dinner with Caughlin.

Her dinner with Caughlin. As she rolled over to turn her alarm clock off, she rolled onto her back and smiled a tired smile to herself. Dinner with Caughlin was pretty wonderful last night, that’s for sure. And the orchestra, the music and Wyn and Nathaniel. That was when she looked down at her ankle and frowned a little bit. It was pretty swollen after last night and as she stood up, Esther had to brace herself against the edge of the bed. Well…if she could survive being accused of hitting on her student, she could survive teaching with a sprained ankle.

Esther was dressed in a pair of high waisted khaki shorts with a purple tank top tucked into it. She had on a black leather belt looped in her shorts and finished it off with light gray casual blazer that she decorated so it wasn’t just so blah looking. It had some other accents of color to it, patches even on the shoulder pads and the outer pocket lining. And with her hair tied up in a low, side ponytail and she wearing flip flops, she looked elegantly professional but even more important, she still looked like she could be a student. Not that she was trying to be but she was a public school 9th grade/12th grade English teacher. She didn’t need to be dressing like she was going to court.

Mallory woke promptly at seven. Despite how tired she was, working for Harrison as long as she had been helped to generate her internal clock. Seven sharp. She always woke up at this time everyday. The only times she did was if she had been drinking the night before. No, she hadn’t been drinking last night. She had just been seriously getting orgasm after orgasm all day really. It was exhausting yet she still somehow woke up at seven. It was Monday and a work day after all.

Rolling out of bed, she winced a little bit. Oh wow, she was sore. Really sore. So she mulled around, looking for her clothes after ‘borrowing’ a shirt from Harrison to wear so she wasn’t caught like a naked criminal. She didn’t know if anyone worked for him in his home. That’d be an interesting one to explain and while she didn’t have anything to hide since she was pretty confident with a lot of things, her body included, it’s not like it’d freak her out. Just maybe…might give a bad impression to be found naked by someone who wasn’t Harrison at the moment.
 
Mondays. They were never the day that anyone truly looked forward to, at least not if they had a normal work schedule. Always having to reset their minds, get themselves into gear. But for some, it was just what they needed to stave of the boredom. Monday rolled into Tuesday, and then into the Wednesday that made the middle of the week. Thursday offered the relief that the end of the work week was approaching, until finally, Friday. The day that let the world knew it was time to relax, knowing that work wasn't looming over your next day. But Fridays also offered other events...

The man was a little nervous, offput by having to enter the school office. He offered a smile that he hoped would help put the secretary at ease. It failed, only making him look out of place, and a little creepy.
"May I help you?" She asked him, keeping a hand near the button that would send a silent signal to the police.
"Um, yes. I was hoping I might be able to talk to Esther Martin?" He said , his smile turning into a nervous grin. The sectretary only stared at him a moment.
"Sir, this is a school, and the day is still in session. It's not a place that you use to track down people. And as you are too old to be a former student, and too young to be a former professor, you have no call to intrude onto her class. I'm going to have to ask what this is about."
"It's...it's personal."
"Not good enough for me to allow you to interupt her class. She's had enough on her plate this last week. So sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"But-"
"Not really a request sir. You have no business here. I'll have you escorted out by olice if-"
"That's all right. I'll go. Sorry to bother you." He beat a hasty retreat then. The secretary wrote a note, and got back to work. When class was over, she'd buzz Esther to the office, and let her know about the man.
 
It was scary walking into work. Especially with a limp. But the moment she walked into her classroom with a traveler’s mug of tea and seeing that her classroom was still the way it always looked, she smiled. She was back. Back in the place she loved the most. The door was left opened and she started setting up for the first class. 9th grade English.

Her students walked in and they were floored and ecstatic. Word went around quick, of course. But they all were just happy she was here just as she was happy to be there. She kicked the class off well and when it became apparent that even after everything that went on, she wasn’t skimping out on homework, she heard the moans and groans that she was looking for. That’s more like it.

The week progressed. Each day it got better. Each day it got easier to walk and by the time Friday came around, it was as if she hadn’t been nursing a sprained ankle or had been in legal troubles regarding her job. Things were back to normal. She was a teacher again. It was perfect. Until she was buzzed into the office. That day she wore a pair of gray skinny jeans with a long sleeved shirt and a vest with a lace embroidery, buttons done on the vest jacket. Her hair was untied and she wore ankle boots, because yes she could wear them again. Walking to the office, she walked in and looked at the secretary. “Hey, what’s going on?” She’s never usually buzzed.
 
The secretary smiled as she looked up at Esther's voice.
"Hey, sorry to drag you down here. But you had a visitor today. Kind of a jumpy looking guy." SHe started. She heard a snort from behind her, and turned to see one of the men who worked in the office.
"That's a word for it I guess." He said sarcastically.
"Fine james, what would you call him?"
"A squirrelly spit fuck." The secretary blinked.
"Thank you James. For that wonderfully evocative term."
"S'what I'm here for." He winked at Esther, and moved back to his paperwork.

"So, I wanted to let you know. He got pretty skittish when I asked him why he was here, and when I pointed out the police were coming to escort him out if he didn't want to leave." She went on to explain. "I don't want to freak you out, what with everything that happedned last week, but I thought you'd certainly want to know."
"If he shows up again, I can totally beat the shit out of him for you." James offered.
"James?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut the fuck up and do your paperwork." She said acidly.
"Yes mother." Came the bitingly sarcastic reply. She turned back to Esther with a smile.
 
The rapport back and forth between the secretary and James made Esther smile. She had to bite back her smiles or even bouts of laughter and giggles. But it was clear she was highly amused. But back to the matter at hand.

A jumpy looking guy? She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. Who does she know that’s jumpy and a guy? She honestly couldn’t think of anyone. Her mind didn’t go to Chad because why on Earth would he be trying to find her? He made it clear that that was over when he bedded as many girls as he could their first semester of college together.
More witty office rapport and she was laughing by now, unable to hold it back in. “James, I thank you for that offer, but any man prowling around here for me, is so not worth it.” She grinned and turned her attention to the Madame Secretary. “I appreciate it, honestly. Thank you for the heads up. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

She waved her goodbye and hightailed it out of there and went to her classroom. Okay, she had a couple of hours before she was going to call it a night. That meant grading. Lots of grading.

It felt like a long day. Or perhaps she was just going mad because she hadn’t been getting boned nearly as much as she was used to. Hell, the soreness and tenderness was a welcomed commodity and it was going away. Either it was just a busier day than normal or something was wrong. Of course, after the week, Mallory didn’t know what this made her and Harrison. They were just having sex but the big part in her was hoping for more. That maybe if they could prove they would be able to keep it under wraps well enough, it might be enough to show him that they could be more than warm bodies to each other.

She certainly liked him more than well enough for that. Not just because of his status, chiseled good looks or how much money he had. No, she liked him as a person. Sure, it helped he was a sex god in bed but she wasn’t basing it all on that. Even she knew a relationship couldn’t survive on just sex. But she was hoping for more. She was hoping even more than he was wanting more.

It was finally around the time she’d normally go home. It became almost routine to go into his office at this time, knock, enter upon granted permission and go over the next day and then inquire about him needing anything more. Well, this was a bit of an insinuation. So Mallory knocked, entered after he would grant her permission to do so and shut the door behind her. After she went through the next day for him, she walked forward, towards his desk and once she stood directly in front of it, she flattened her hands down on the desk and looked him straight in the eye. “Is there anything you need, Mr. Trenton?” And there was a way of air she asked it, a bit of seduction, an obvious implication. That and if the ample view of cleavage displaying from her blouse wasn’t a dead give away then she didn’t know what would be!
 
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