Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 3: Tanya Makes a Decision

... amaze me, Tanya." Her confusion grew more evident. "Why, Sir?" "Because," I said with another, softer kiss, "most women would have run screaming for the door by now. Even those who say they are masochists. I think you are the first partner I've had who just might be able to handle anything I can dish out. Even Mistress Ella would have safe worded before now." That earned me a pleased smile, and I kissed her once more before grabbing my briefcase and keys. On the drive to the train station, I kept glancing at her, and, while she shifted more than once to find a more comfortable position, she did it with a smile of her face as she watched the scenery. We made it to the station with only a few minutes to spare, and I chose two seats in the back of the car. I gestured for her to take the window seat, and I sat next to her. "What do you normally do for lunch?" I asked her, trailing my fingers along her fabric-covered thigh. She bit her bottom lip before answering quietly, "I usually eat at a little sandwich shop near my building, Sir." "How long do you have for lunch?" "An hour, Sir." "Any plans today?" "No, Sir." I returned to caressing her thigh, though I pressed down firmly enough to elicit a little moan. "Want to eat lunch with me today? I could meet you at eleven." She smiled. "That would be very nice, Sir." I leaned close and took her earlobe between my teeth before I whispered. "I'm not into public sex, but I wouldn't complain if we found somewhere private during that ...

... hour." She shivered, and I kissed her cheek. "Just saying." She laughed, causing more than one person to look at her. "I'm sure I can come up with something, Sir," she said softly. Half an hour later, we made the transfer at Jamaica, and at six-forty seven, we pulled into Penn Station. I knew her architecture firm was only two blocks from the station, and I held her hand as I escorted her there, much to her surprise. When we reached the entrance to the building, I pulled her close and kissed her briefly before releasing her. She smiled, and, for the briefest moment, brought her eyes to mine before they skittered away. "Come here," I said, taking her arm and moving close to the building, away from the doorman who was looking at us with a small smile. I positioned us so that her back was to him and spoke softly. "Do you remember what I said about manipulating me?" "Yes, Sir," she whispered. "Then you better fucking tell me the truth right now. Was that deliberate?" She knew exactly what I was talking about, and she paled. "No, Sir," she said, her eyes wide. "It was an accident. I'm sorry, Sir." I believed her, and I already knew what her punishment was going to be. I kissed her on the forehead and said, "I'll be here at eleven. Don't make me wait." Then I turned and hailed a cab. One stopped almost immediately, and I climbed in. When I looked back, Tanya was still standing by the building, watching the cab pull away. I smiled. "44 West 4th, please," I told the driver, and he pulled ...