Chapter 4

The crimson haired beauty was facing the wall wearing a blindfold made of impenetrable shadow. Kneeling on her bed her arms outstretched and lashed to the crossbar of her large brass bed. She waiting once again for the lash of a whip crafted from the spine of a man. Feeling that whip strike her tender offered ass and go straight through her body and scream its way through the pleasure playground her head had become. Each lash was its own climax within her. She arched her back and lifted her ass to the Dullichan waiting to savor the kiss of that whip.

Caitlin woke up that morning groggy from a rough night's sleep and feeling a bit of stiffness in her shoulders and arms. Rubbing the soreness and rising up in the bed, she noticed that the bed was a couple of feet away from the wall. She made an effort to ignore that thought and stuffed it away. 'Now is a good time for a nice cup of coffee, ' she thought to herself as she slipped into her robe. She decided last night to forgo the light sleep shirt in favor of the heavier nightgown which hung off her like drapes. Opting for something warm on the colder nights. Now, it was on with the slippers, and off to join Mr Coffee downstairs. As she sat in her breakfast nook looking out at the light layer of fresh fallen snow there was not much reading as there was recollection as Cait sat and reflected on her encounter with Aimee yesterday. Her dreams these past couple of days were probably to blame for her behavior. She must be sleep deprived and exhausted. These past couple of months had she had been consumed by the Ipswich project which was getting her involved in so many more facets of this project. She thought that the senior partners in the firm were using this project to groom her for her next step up within the firm. She worked at a large firm, and Aimee was anything but firm, so nice and soft and wet and welcoming ... She could do with a little work to take her mind off of ... That wonderful woman's tongue teasing her... 'No, let's get some work done today, ' she thought to herself trying to keep her mind focused as she headed off to the shower. The shower was a problem as far as getting her mind off Aimee. Her breasts were as sensitive as ever and the warm water cascading over them only heightened her arousal and her recollection of yesterday's pleasure. Focusing now only on getting washed, getting out and getting dressed. She quickly lathered up, and let a smile spread across her lips. Reluctantly separating herself from the shower, she got dressed for the work at home day. Again the loose fitting sweater, this one light blue, and long black skirt. She had a couple of follow up calls to make before Tina came by to deliver a parcel that arrived at the office yesterday, and the architect's courier would be dropping off drafts to her here. What Caitlin wouldn't know about for a while is that the real estate inquiries that Alexis was making were being noticed elsewhere. The tax roll office of Lawrence MA was a small cramped office with bureaucratic gray metal desks and impersonal furnishings. This particular office however, had a state of the art computer and high-speed internet connection with a server that managed the agency's data requests. Although there had been sporadic inquires as to the ownership of properties around the Ipswich area, the past two days had shown Thomas a troubling trend. Tom, who functioned as a record processing clerk, knew he needed to place a call.

"Miss Clinton, please, tell her it's Tom at the tax office in Lawrence." he said waiting for his party to pick up the line. "Hello Abby, Tom here, I think it's been discovered..." The courier from Chicago landed at LaGuardia airport, and took a cab to Caitlin's office to rendezvous with Tina. She intercepted him in the lobby.

"Good morning," Tina greeted her hand extended, "Mr. McGinnis,"

"Ms. Pizzoli, a pleasure," he responded, a smooth baritone voice resonated with her. "Call me Terrance." Tina looked appraisingly at the courier, a Brooks Brothers' fitted charcoal suit, pressed white shirt and red tie; his look was stylish and classic. A firm set jaw, a warm smile and clear blue eyes, his black hair graying at the temples pegged him for mid-forties, and Tina liked what she saw.

After introductions it was on the Grand Central Station for the trip to Tarrytown. They found seats in the middle of the sparsely populated car facing each other and passed the time in conversation. At least it started out that way, but soon Tina found herself quite captivated by this stranger and was openly flirting. He reached forward putting his hand on her leg and whispered a comment about the conductor going by.

Tina really didn't hear the comment. Her attention was fixed on the wonderful sensation pulsing through her at the courier's touch. She was not one of these girls to fall for any guy that walks along, and Tina was a city girl wise to being picked up, but still she found herself being swept up and by a gentleman no less. Here she was the brazen hussy adjusting her skirt to show still a lot more leg and toying with a gold chain round her neck. The trip progressed nicely to their destination. Tina had called earlier that morning and arraigned to have a cab at the Tarrytown station. Arriving, the courier led Tina smoothly to the cab, opened the door and ushered her inside.

The doorbell rang and Cait headed downstairs to answer it. Her appointment was right on time. At the door, Tina presented the courier, and they entered.

"Mr. McGinnis, I'm so glad you were able to rearrange your schedule and meet here," Cait welcomed them with her arm directing her guests towards the dining room. "Yes, your able bodied assistant had made all the arraignments," Terrance said with a nod to Tina. "She really is a nice find."

"I couldn't agree more," Cait said with appreciation.

The meeting progressed with blueprints, drawings, specifications, and reports covering the dining room table.

"We are all set to proceed with the dormitories. However, changes to the basement of the main building, and its expansion, are required by the principles involved higher up,"

Caitlin instructed, "They are referenced in draft specification three. Tina, do you have a copy of that?"

"Yes it's here," she replied retrieving the file from her case.

They went over the necessary expansion to the structure subbasement. At one o'clock Caitlin suggested a lunch break. She planned on picking up an order from an Italian place in town. She phoned in their order and then headed out.

Waiting in the dining room, the courier and Tina resumed their earlier conversation from the train. Tina was soon once again mesmerized by the courier and feeling herself letting her defenses down. He softly ran the back of his hand along her cheek. Her gaze staring into his pale blue, mesmerizing eyes. As his hand held the back of her head she felt herself drawn into him. He drew her close, brought his lips down upon hers, and she held him tentatively at first, but as his kiss deepened within her she held him more firmly. With his other hand deftly undoing her blouse she felt a warmth pass through her. She had abandoned her better judgment and let herself melt into him.