Sam

I ken that Genni wasn’t looking forward to the party, and I hoped that being dressed up to the nines would help her feel more confident. She was a beautiful, intelligent and smart woman, yet she confessed to still feeling as nervous as when she was a child. Imposter syndrome she called it, and when she described it to me, I understood the feeling somewhat; but I ken it’s different for women. I was raised to be in charge, and my sister wasnae. I was charged with looking out for her, and in itself, that gave me a sense of importance when I was a lad. So I could see how Gen needed my support.

She took my breath away when I first saw her, and every day since. And her stories. Her talent was amazing, and her stories were arousing. The age difference didn’t matter to me one jot, and I believe she was getting to forget about it, too.

The spa day was a gift I thought she’d enjoy; she deserves to be spoiled. I was feargach - angry - that it was marred by her overhearing my agent being rude about her. I had tried to let Paula and Carmela know how important Genni was to me; I only gave them a wee bit of information about her to protect her, but I now think they decided that meant I wasnae that serious. They couldnae be more wrong. I have fallen in love with this woman.

But her reaction made me so angry. How dare she doubt herself in that way? I had warned her what I would do if I caught her thinking she was anything less than perfect for me. She started an argument, didnae even talk to me about it. She believed that Chris and I were a couple and that I was cheating on them both. She was gorgeous with her flashing eyes, but I could see the pain behind the anger and it riled me. I was furious when she snapped at me, and I saw her eyes widen as I stalked towards her.

“Mind I tol’ ye I would skelp yer arse should ye act this way, and now I will. Ye dinnae larn, s’a’ll give ye somethin’ to remember the lesson be.”

Her anger finally gave me the chance to do what I’d been itching for since we met. I pulled her across my knee as I sat on the couch and applied my hand hard. Putting her over my knee and tanning her beautiful arse was just wonderful; I expected her anger, but her arousal was a boon. She was upset at first; upset because I had done that; upset because it aroused her. She calmed down as I held her while she cried, and afterwards, when I took her, I loved it. `Twas when I ken I loved her. She was the first person I had truly felt that way about; I thought I had loved Alex, but I was only twenty, and we weren’t that suited after all. Now, Gen had come into my life and I couldnae imagine what my life would be like wi’out her. It had only been a short while, but she was deeply woven into my life already.

Later, she asked me if wanting to take control like that had stopped me from finding someone, and she was no’ wrong. You cannae be spanking and tying lassies up when you’re in the public eye. They’re off straight to the press. A few years earlier, when I became well-known, some disturbed young woman I’d once spoken to at an event, sold a video of me an’ her having sex. `Cept wasnae me. I was lucky; she sent it to the studio producing The Keepers rather than a rival one. She was invited in to do an interview and readily agreed; she didnae ken one of the interviewers was the studio’s lawyer. She was questioned and her story fell apart. She was emphatic about the date and we had proof I wasnae even in the US at the time. I didnae press charges, and she was warned off, but it opened my eyes to what could happen. Made me careful.

Anyway, I’d called an old friend, Cinnamon, and she arranged for Trish and Debs to come and get Gen dressed for Lyanna’s party, and when they had finished, she looked gorgeous. My sweet gealach was Hollywood-ready and I could see it had boosted her confidence. When she appeared at the top of the stairs, I gave her a double-take. I’d no’ seen her with red lipstick before, an’ I wanted to kiss her, but more, I wanted to see her lips around my cock.

She was a bit worrit about being too groomed; it’s no’ that she’s scruffy, but she was still wary about not being herself exactly; as if she thought I’d want her looking this way all the time. Wisely, she didnae say it in a derisive way, but I was able to reassure her. After all, I dinnae wear a tuxedo every day.

The party was as I expected. I promised Gen I’d no’ leave her alone, but when Lyanna tried to drag me away and Genni wouldnae let her, I was proud of her. It took confidence to be that way, and I was glad she felt that. She was nice to Chris, too, after her catty remarks earlier. I ken she was jealous, so I forgave her; after all, Chris is a sweet girl, if not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but for Gen to be jealous, well, I shouldnae be pleased aboot it, but it made me a wee bit proud.

After what Paula and Carmela put Genni and Chris through, I made the decision to make us public. An’ I think it added to our lovemaking that night. After I’d had her on her knees for me, I took her while still in my tuxedo. She looked magnificent; she’d shed the frock and the practical underwear, but kept the stockings and heels and lipstick. It was smeared a wee bit after she’d had her lips around my cock, but that made her look wonderfully wanton. It was decadent. Her nails dug into my arse, the only part of me naked, and I felt like the hero in one of her books. Afterwards, I tol’ her I loved her.

I wasnae feeling like a hero the next morning when I saw the furore it engendered. In fact, I was terrified I might lose Gen because of it.