Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 8

Nobody told me what you thought
Nobody told me what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Told you where to runaway
Nobody told you where to hide
Nobody told you what to say
Everyone showed you where to turn
Showed you where to runaway
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot yawned as she shifted in the soft leather seats of Lachlan's car. The butter soft fabric slid across the back of her thighs as her modest skirt slid up her legs. She pushed her heels off and they hit the floor of the car with a soft thud. She gently slid the blazer she wore off, tossing it carelessly behind her. She slid her hands underneath her skirt to tug at the lace tops of her white stockings.
"What are you doing?" Lachlan asked as he glanced over, only to find her with her hands up her skirt.
"This stuff is massively uncomfortable." She told him as she rolled her stockings down, her palms rolling them into a small ball.
"I know but it's respectful somehow."
"I know." Margot switched to her other leg and began rolling that stocking down.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Lachlan asked as she finished rolling her stocking down. Margot bit her lip contemplatively as she thought about the ongoing court case involving Lachlan's parents and the slaying of their child.
"No." She answered honestly, placing her stockings on the floor.
"Me either." He sighed as he turned into the driveway of his house. They exited the car and Lachlan offered her his arm so he could escort her up to the door. Margot looked at it in surprise before accepting it and he led her up the path to the front door. They stopped at the door as he pressed the button to turn on the car alarm.
"So we're here." He said, watching her carefully.
"Thankyou for escorting me to the door." she answered, unsure where he was going with this.
"Well, since I was so kind as to escort you to your door do I get a goodnight kiss."
"Of course, I never would have let you leave without showing you my appreciation." She answered, cottoning on as he smiled at her cheekily.
"Well how do you plan on showing you my appreciation?" He asked, standing a little closer, handing her the keys.
"Well I figure a good long fuck shall be suffice, for now."
"So we're going for a long, slow one today?"
"Yeah, lot's of build up." She answered as she unlocked the door. They entered and the door was slammed and locked behind her while she made her way upstairs. She pulled the zipper of her skirt down and pasued momentarily to let it drop to the floor. She heard Lachlan moan as she continued up the stairs. She arrived at the master bedroom and turned to document Lachlan's progress up the stairs. She collided with Lachlan's chest and he forced her back onto the bed, pinning her down. His lips found hers and he was kissing her roughly, stroking her through her underwear. She gasped when he pressed the palm of his hand against the junture of her thighs. Her mouth opened and his tongue was there, coaxing hers out. She moved hers tentatively, his left hand on her waist while his right continued to press against her underwear. She pressed the palms of her hands on his shoulder blades bringing him closer. He coaxed her tongue out some more and as she started to tentatively press her tongue against the roof of his mouth, he trapped it between his teeth. She felt his jaw shift to gently hold her tongue in his mouth and he pushed it to the top of his mouth with his own, sucking on her tongue agrressively. She pushed her hips upwards, pressing her hip against his erection, moaning loudly. He gripped her side firmly, forcing her hips down as his lips left her mouth.
"You know you keep doing stuff like that and I might just have to spank you." He murmured as his kisses trailed down to her neck. She opened her mouth to speak but Lachlan cut her off.
"You have a rather nice neck." He muttered, his teeth nipping at her skin, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go and smoothing his tongue over it. His kisses continued lower, coming to a stop at the first button of her white button up shirt. His hands stayed where they were, the one on her hip making small smoothing circles against her skin, slipping underneath her hsirt while the other continued to press agaisnt her clit through her underwear, the heel of his palm rotating around in circles, both motions in perfect sync. Margot watched as her button was pushed out of the whole with his teeth and tongue. He moved down a little further to do the next button in the same way. Her whole shirt was unbuttoned with this teeth and tongue and shivered when his tongue pressed against her bellybutton, layering soft kisses against her navel. He shifted his hands and her shirt was pushed off, one hand slipping underneath her shirt to pull her up while the other eased the shirt down. His tongue found her collar bone and was dragged across it. His hands unsnapped her bra and his tongue dollowed the fabric down as it was carefully pulled off. His hands came up to cup her breasts and she shifted herself so that she could press the apex of her thighs against his erection. She shifted, rubbing against it as she arched her back forward. He growled lowly and stopped rubbing her nipples.
"Stop it." He ordered. Margot ignored him and continued to rub against him. His fingers roughly twisted at one of her nipples and he frowned as it only caused her to rub against him more. He flipped her over onto her stomach pressing against her, his erection pressing against her lower back. She arched her back into his chest and he pushed her shoulders down. She looked over her shoulder at him as he knealt, straddling her legs. She watched him raise his hand and bring it down, hitting her on her backside. She flinched and he brought it up again, only to bring it down on her backside again. He did it again and Margot suddenly realised why so many people liked spanking. Moisture flooded her underwear as he brought it down a couple more times. He flipped her over to her back and he grabbed her wrists forcing them above her head.
"Up." He ordered and she wiggled up the bed. He guided her fingers to the bed posts, forcing them around the bed posts.
"Keep them there." He demanded as his tongue began to caress her jaw line. Margot had never seen him so bossy and she wondered briefly what he was up to. All logical thought went flying out the window as he licked at the crotch of her underwear. Her hands gripped the bed posts a little firmer as he eased her legs apart, pressing her knees against the mattress.
"Christ, your so wet." He said as he pressed her tongue against her again.
"It was the spanking." She told him. He growled as he rolled her underwear down. He moved away and pushed his blazer down off of his shoulder, to the floor. His hands came up to undo his tie.
"I'll do it." She manouevered herself out of bed and made her way over to him, She tried not to sway her hips so much and she felt a shiver shoot up her spine as his eyes fixed hungrily on her breasts as they bounced when she walked. She reached out, her fingers tugging at his tie. The blue silk tie was quickly undone, the fabric slipping easily through her fingers. She carefully undid his buttons before sliding the pristine white fabric down his shoulders. She pulled him closer by the belt, swiftly unbuckling him. She pulled his belt out with a dramatic flick of her wrist. She undid his pants and pushed them down his legs.
"Commando?" She murmured as she rotated her hand to roughly grab his balls, her fingers curling around them. He flinched and as she carresed them, pressing her fingers into them. He hissed and grabbed her wrists leaning his weight into her, forcing her backwards as his hands pulled hers away from his balls. She hit the bed with a thud as he began kissing her and they wiggled up the bed together, his hands running along her body. He flipped them over so that she straddled his hips and she whimpered.
"I've never..." She murmured shyly.
"Don't worry." Lachlan grasped her hips and lifted herself before easing her onto him. It feel different with her on top like she was being penetrated deeper. She ground her hips downwards, Lachlan gripping her thighs tightly to pull her closer. He rolled his hips upwards as she began to ride him, slowly picking up speed as she got the hang of being on top. She could feel her breasts bounce and Lachlan's hands came up to cup them, gently. He trailed one hand around her waist before roughly pulling her down sso she was crushed against his chest. There was a fine dusting of hair across his chest and she could feel them brush against her breasts as she moved faster as his hands, now unoccupied, came down to cup her arse, pulling her against him. She rolled her hips downwards at the same moment that he rolled upwards and she gasped.
"Now." She murmured to his ear and they did it again. The third time they did it Margot came, her eyes rolling into the ack of her head as she felt him dig his fingers into the soft flesh of her backside.
"I have never met someone so responsive." Lachlan said as he carressed her lower back, brushing the pads of his fingers against her lower back.
"So much for long and slow." Margot replied as she concentrated carefully, clamping her vaginal muscles around him. A feral, inarticulate noise sounded from the back of his throat as he came, his fingers digging into her thighs.
Why did she suddenly feel like she was in over her head?