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Note from Lady: This story tops out over 21K words. I tried and tried to keep it to 15K but was just rushing it and not enough detail. I hope you like Thorin and Margaret’s story and the drama this part brings to the table. More to come. ~Lady xoxoxo

Thorin

We were nearing the end of the second week that Margaret had been with me in the San Francisco Bay area and it was like she always belonged here. I never got tired of her quiet and calming presence in my company or in my home. We had talked and she was going to stay one more week and then return home to prepare for Baccalaureate and Graduation ceremonies. We had not talked about the future after that.

I had not pitched Margaret the final contract for her SaaS product. I was playing with some thoughts about what I wanted in life and with her and how to use this situation to get Margaret to move here with me but I needed to think about it more. It was truly a special product with sales funnels, built-in customer relationship management, framework for courses, stores, and websites. After talking it out, she wanted to do a much cheaper add-on license for additional domain names instead of requiring the customer to purchase a separate subscription for each domain. Margaret’s vision was to truly create a product for the middle class that was affordable for start-ups. She had no interest in marketing to the Fortune 500. She was focused on smaller companies and making a difference. She was content with whatever money was there to be made while keeping the costs for her product as low as possible.

I remember that kind of drive when I was younger and when I was much more hungry. My drive was to make that money though. Now, I wanted my balance. I wanted to build a family. No one knew that side of me because I had never taken out those desires into the light of day and looked at them closely myself, and I certainly hadn’t shown those desires to anyone else. In light of my new examination of my changing priorities in life, I had not decided yet what my next move was.

It was Thursday and I had taken Friday off. We were picking up Jack from the airport tonight and having a relaxing dinner and to talk about his health and wellness business. Tomorrow night I would take them both to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. I was the Keynote speaker and it would give Jack the opportunity to rub elbows with the entrepreneurial elite of San Jose. I was completely prepared to speak, dance a couple dances with Margaret, and get out of Dodge if she was uncomfortable or overwhelmed. I didn’t care anyway. I only wanted to be there if she was on my arm. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The paparazzi had gotten some shots of Margaret at Declan Industries and us out together holding hands on a walk, getting ice cream cones, and a shot of me in the parking lot of a movie theater with her bent back against the passenger door of my Tesla and I was kissing her neck. I laughed to myself. I remember not so long ago that I would have been enraged for the paparazzi to publish a photo of me like that with a woman. Not that I would have ever been caught out like that with a different woman. I hadn’t taken a woman to the movies since I was 30. With Margaret…it was funny and I was proud to be seen with her. Headlines like “Declan’s Bachelor CEO Off the Market?!” and “Young Philly Genius Ending Thorin Blackhill’s Days as a Playboy?” were all over the society pages.

What was even more hilarious was that Margaret never even noticed paparazzi around and seemed wholly uninterested with the articles and photos. I showed her the headlines and photos on my phone but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. Her mother was a Philly socialite and she was used to the paparazzi. I find it super weird that it doesn’t seem to bother her and that she is uninterested what they say. She simply doesn’t care. It was weird…but also refreshing. I had never dated a woman that wasn’t obsessed with the society pages.

After blankly staring at the computer screen trying to look at metrics from the first half the week and seeing nothing for 30 minutes…I sent my operations analyst a note to prepare a 2 page overview and email it to me to read later. I would read it on my phone in bed after Margaret was asleep, then I could read it while she was beside me. I sighed. I had it bad. I simply cared about nothing besides spending time with Margaret. Calling my limo around to the front, I hopped in and loosened my tie and told my driver to hightail it home.

Leaning my head back against the plush leather, I closed my eyes and day dreamed about how I had fucked Margaret in the back of this limo last week with her tiny pussy clenching around my cock and me squeezing those perky, tanned tits together and licking and sucking her rosebud nipples while I drove my hard rod up into her like a madman.

Reaching down into my suit pants, I rearranged my dick to a more comfortable position and continued with my salacious memories on the ride home. I never even bothered çekmeköy escort to pull my iPad from my briefcase…screw my 400+ unread emails.

I’d worry about that shit next week.

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Margaret

I didn’t want to go back to Philly. San Francisco Bay was beautiful, it was warm, the technology focus was refreshing, and Thorin’s place felt like home. It was unusual for me to feel comfortable somewhere new to say the least. My autism was very high functioning but sometimes I really needed solitude because my creativity was born when I was alone. My brain didn’t work to full capacity without the isolation needed to think things through, especially if I was feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because Thorin was here, or because I had finally found where I fit, but I didn’t feel like an awkward guest here.

My biggest worry was Thorin showing me off around Declan Industries and being labeled the 21 year old that the CEO was sleeping with…but no one treated me that way. The day of the big hack when I met everyone, they started to respect me. Employees knew Thorin had called me to help mitigate the damage and serve their customers. I had been asked by HR a couple of days later to help hire. I had reviewed resumes and been present for interviews and provided feedback. They also asked me to propose an ISD division restructuring plan. Now, I was a paid consultant on Declan’s payroll, approved by the board and everything. That was a huge feather in my cap for my resume.

When I was visiting Thorin’s office, the guys would come down from the crow’s nest and ask me to look at a piece of code or help them understand a compliance regulation. In many ways, I was thankful for the opportunity to be of some service, because now they trusted me and I cared about them too. Funny how a crisis brought what could have been a really awkward time for me into a blessing. I wasn’t bored and I was glad to be contributing.

I was super excited about Jack coming tonight. Jack was pretty skeptical of Thorin and I’s relationship. He didn’t trust Thorin for a second but he wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say about his health and wellness business. Jack was also excited about California and going to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. Thorin’s connection could open a lot of doors for Jack even if he was upset that Thorin had stolen his baby sister’s innocence and taken her away from Philly and the Mitchell empire. Jack was a mite dramatic. I laughed to myself. He got that from mom.

I was in Thorin’s giant, marble tub waiting for him to get home. We would grab Jack first from the airport and then go eat. I had all kinds of bubbles and bath oil in there and was sunk up to my neck with my hair tied on top of my head. It felt amazing. Thorin wouldn’t get home for an hour and a half so I had plenty of time to soak and dress.

My mind wandered as I laid back in the tub and looked out over the partial view of the Bay. It was late afternoon and it was busy outside but I was relaxed and happy. Picking over my thoughts about the last couple weeks, I took things out of the vault that is my brain and looked them over, made my decisions about how I felt about those things, and carefully placed them back into the vault to look at again another time if needed.

As it often did in the past 2 weeks since I had met him, my thoughts turned to Thorin and our relationship. I grabbed up my bottle of exfoliating scrub and went to town on my legs and feet while I thought about him. We had been inseparable since the moment we met. It was never weird or awkward and our comfort level was like we had been dating for years. He seemed to genuinely love me and I knew I was in love with him. I hadn’t wanted to admit it at first but it had happened fast and was very nearly love at first sight.

I was a logical thinker to the point of killing romance and love thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons I never had a date until meeting Thorin. Jack and Adam literally teased me about my lack of romantic thoughts, they shared some laughs at my expense and I had always just thought they were idiots.

Thorin was romantic enough for the both of us. He was also a highly logical thinker but he had those dreamer qualities that I didn’t have. In my mind, things always were just what they were, very black and white and I picked up patterns quickly. Thorin saw everything through a lens of potential. He could see what something could be and he could create a vision to get there. It was something I loved about him and it was imagination that I lacked.

Thorin saw me, wanted me, and he made decisions to get me. I was under no assumptions that I had done anything to make our relationship happen…I would have smiled politely at the conference and bid him a good day and that would have been the end. But Thorin pursued me…it was thrilling and the best experience of my life. Whatever made him interested in me that day, I was grateful for it.

I içerenköy escort wonder why he hasn’t presented me with a formal contract yet on investing in my SaaS product. We had built the plan out on it. The marketing program, pricing, and how to administer the team. Thorin was transparent and open so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. I think he operates like an internet browser that has 150 tabs open all at once. His brain is a high-powered processor that interprets data at super-speeds so he can make the fast, intelligent decisions required in a famous, Silicon Valley CEO.

I also think he is considering our relationship and future and how the business partnership is going to affect that. I am willing to move forward in good faith without a contract and I trust Thorin to act in my best interest even if we aren’t together. Neither of us defined our roles in the new company and I think it is because we are seeing how we do together until it is time for me to fly back to Philly. We will see then, once I am back in Philly and we have a few days apart to look at things and go from there.

The sexual tension between us hadn’t lessened and we are highly compatible physically. Thorin is amazing in bed. I knew I had nothing to compare it to but it was mind blowing and all-consuming and I knew it was special. It had been tough to tone it down for a couple of days after we first started sleeping together and I was raw and bleeding. Thorin was creative and gentle while we got through those initial days of soreness after becoming sexually active and it was still amazing.

I ran my hands down my body from my breasts to my thighs and back up, wishing Thorin was here to touch me. He had overslept and had to rush out the door this morning instead of waking me up with his hot, demanding mouth on my breasts or his fingers sliding between my thighs. He never failed to show me how much he desired me and I had gotten used to his touch on my body every morning.

Lightly, I massaged my hands over my wet breasts in the bathtub. Ever so gently to brush my nipples with the insides of my hands and fingers, it fanned the wanting and I was frustrated. I trailed one hand down my wet, tanned stomach in the bubbles of the tub to my slick womanhood and dipped my fingers between my lips to massage a soft circle over my nub of pleasure. I thought of Thorin’s tongue on my sensitive flesh as I stroked myself gently.

Sighing, I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze both my breasts. Then I flopped my hands back into the bubbles and huffed. It wasn’t the same as Thorin’s touch. Grumpily, I picked up my pink wash cloth and threw it at the other end of the tub and watched as it hit the marble splashguard and exploded suds everywhere, and slid back into the water. Then, a voice startled me to attention.

“What could the washrag have possibly have done to incite your rage?” Thorin drawled from the doorway.

I looked up and he was leaning with one shoulder against the frame in his suit and his arms crossed over his chest, grinning. I smiled back at him.

“It wasn’t a replacement for your hands on me. That’s what it did.” I smirked at him as desire lit up his eyes and he pushed off the frame with his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.

Thorin came back a moment later without a stitch of clothes on, holding a small, black object in his hand and a small bottle. I didn’t ask what he planned to do with it. I trusted him. Thorin always made sure the sex was good for me and for himself and I was learning along the way.

Thorin stepped into the tub facing me and sat down in the other end of the tub. The water level rose in the tub but not to “make a mess” levels. He slid forward and grabbed my hands and pulled me forward so I was laying against his chest in his lap. Nuzzling close, he covered my lips in a heavy kiss and I felt his cock jump against me with that first passionate kiss and I moaned softly. I didn’t know what witchcraft brought him home early, but I was incredibly grateful for it.

Looking down into my face, Thorin said, “I missed you this morning. I’m sorry I woke up late.”

“I missed you too.” I slid my hand up to cup his jaw and I pulled him down for another kiss. I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth to stroke his and he growled and hugged me tighter to his chest and his cock hardened to stone against my hip.

Breaking the kiss and resting my face against his shoulder, I said, “what brought you home early?” as I lazily scrubbed a handful of bubbles over his chest hair.

Thorin tipped his head back against the tub as I rubbed over his chest and said, “you did, baby. I just wanted to be with you.”

I smiled widely. I could hear the honesty in his voice. He looked back at me and pulled me up to straddle his lap in the tub and his cock was under me, rising up against my butt crack. My body was slick and oily from the bubbles and the bath oil and my skin slipped against his and he groaned as his cock slid dragos escort up and down my butt crack as he got me in the position he wanted me.

After he had me situated over his legs, straddling his lap, he reached out and ran his hands roughly over my slick and oily breasts. I moaned and leaned toward him because it always felt so good to have Thorin’s hands on me. They were large and heavy and his fingers were calloused. He rubbed those calloused hands over my breasts and his touch ran in an exciting current from my breasts to my aching nub of pleasure and my tiny slit that was begging for attention. I arched my back to press myself into his hands to get him to intensify the sensations and I squeeze my fingernails into his shoulders as I throw my head back.

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Thorin

I watch her throw her head back as she digs her nails into my shoulders while my practiced hands work magic on her slick skin. I smile wolfishly and take it in, thrilled that she is so wanton for me. I glory in it.

I pull her to me and suck one nipple into my mouth and suckle it. I bite the tip and then soothe where I nipped it. Repeating with the other one and back and forth until she’s moaning and her slit is dripping for me. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to shove it in her so badly and soothe myself by thrusting in and out of her to ease the ache but I hold myself back.

I brought a little bottle of silicone lube into the bathroom and a beginner butt plug. It was a luxury sex toy with a soft feel and it vibrated while it was inserted. It was thin at the bottom and grew to a thicker size before dropping off to a very slender neck where there was a stopper that rested right against the taint area and a small circle for a handle.

I had not introduced her to any butt play yet, but the tub was the perfect place. After a couple of days in San Francisco Bay, I had put in a small order of new sex toys for some fun so I grabbed this little guy from my nightstand on my way into the bathroom.

I press the dispenser on the silicone lube and squirt a little onto my fingers. I spread my thighs underneath her so I can spread her thighs and with one hand I reach between us and gently prob her slit with my finger and slide my thumb over her clit and thrust into her a couple of times. She moaned and moves her hips to ease some of the sensations in her, but instead of starting that building rhythm, I am gentle with my strokes and take my other hand that I lubed up and massage over her backdoor.

She drew in a breath suddenly and tensed up when she felt my fingers there, pressing gently and swirling slowly around her puckered opening. I didn’t try to press in. I simply used gentle massaging pressure with the lube on my fingers to rub around her tense opening and up and down across it.

I clamped my lips over hers in an insistent kiss while I massage her behind. After a few moments, I begin gently stroking in her pussy with my other hand and massaging my thumb over her clit and she moaned into my mouth.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eyes. I looked at her steadily and I never stopped massaging her butt or her pussy while I looked into her eyes. Margaret was panting and looked a little panicked even though she was submitting to my touch. She looked worried.

“Thorin…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

I continued to look at her steadily and I kept touching her. “I am pleasing you, baby,” I said softly back to her, “trust me.”

I leaned in and took her lips in another heavy but insistent kiss. I took a second to get another squirt of lube onto my fingers and I returned to her tight and untouched backdoor to continue massaging around it until she began to relax and her hips returned to moving along with my thrusting into her pussy.

I pulled my fingers from her womanhood and gripped her hip and took her breast in my mouth as I stopped the massage around her opening and I started to gently but insistently press the tip of my finger into Margaret’s butt. She was breathing heavily but not in pain and she was pressing back against my finger at this point, liking what I was doing.

My fingertip pressed past the ring of muscle trying to keep me out and my finger slid into Margaret’s butt. I groaned with the way it felt. I imagined that finger was my thick cock inside her ass and I almost came. My balls hurt because I was so turned on. I began moving my finger in and out of Margaret’s ass slowly. She was moaning softly and her eye’s were glazed over and she was thrusting herself in tiny little bounces on my finger.

This woman was going to do me in. It was all I could do not to pull my finger out and replace it with my dick in her ass and thrust until I was grunting and jerking and filling her ass with my cum until it leaked out. I took a deep breath and calmed myself and I slid my tongue in her mouth as I pulled my finger out of her and washed my hand in the bathwater with a pump of body wash from the dispenser on the edge of the tub.

I broke the kiss with her and picked up the butt plug and I squirted two pumps of the silicone lube onto it and slicked it up. Watching her face as her eyes never left me, I positioned the plug at her puckered opening and I began to press in. She momentarily tightened and I reached out and began massaging her nipples and said, “relax baby, relax,”

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