by lanie love
Hey sweetheart, hope you had a great day at work.
Made your favorite. It’s in the fridge. Try to wait up for me.
I really need you tonight.
Love you.
I sigh and place the note back on the counter along with the phone and laptop I got from Mr. Wade. I rush to the bathroom to take a shower, suddenly feeling extremely dirty. I let the hot water wash off all my feelings of guilt until I’m feeling clean once again. I head to the kitchen to eat the dinner JR has cooked for me.
Satisfied and stuffed, I get to work on my latest assignment. I lose track of time, only stopping when I hear JR, opening up the front door.
“Sweetheart, where are you?”
“In here.”
He stops long enough to ask me about my day before we head to the bedroom. As we lay there making out, JR begins to unbutton my blouse and I stop him.
My man is horny.
“Turn off the lights first,” I tell him.
“Sage, I want to see you so bad it's driving me crazy,” he groans. “We've been together long enough, Sweetheart. Why can't we keep the light on?”
He kisses me and starts to unbutton my blouse again, but I stop him. He gives up in frustration and leans back against the headboard.
“JR, you know I'm not comfortable with my body. I'm just not ready yet. Please understand,” I say, feeling so very guilty.
I reach over and turn off the light. I take my top off along with my jeans and I help him out of his clothes. I crawl on top of him and kiss him softly on the lips. I make my way down his body, kissing along his neck, chest, stomach, and his inner thighs. He sucks in his breath as I take him in my hands and caress him, gently at first, then harder pulling and squeezing as he grows hard in my hands. My hand pumps up and down quickly covering his length, loving how he's now rock hard.
“Oh God, Sage, suck me, please. Put me in your mouth, Sweetheart.” His voice is raspy and filled with a need that only excites me more. My tongue darts out and flicks the tip of him, swiping away the pre-cum that has accumulated there. He jerks his hips up in response and cries out, desperate for me to continue.
I take him fully into my mouth, sliding my flat tongue over him from base to tip. I cradle his balls in my hands. I move down to suckle one and then the other.
“Ahh, yess,” is the only thing he can manage to say as he bucks his hips up and down. I swirl my tongue around the tip of him and began slapping and brushing his head against my puckered lips. “Oh, my fucking God, Sage, yes,” he screams out.
My name comes out in quick pants as I butterfly flick him with the tip of my tongue, quickly moving back and forth over the sensitive ridge along the underside of his head. I take him deep and full into my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His salty pre-cum trickles into my mouth and it makes me suck harder, wanting to get every tasty drop. I set a fast-paced rhythm, sucking and pulling on his dick, bringing it all the way out until I'm sucking the tip and plunging it to the back of my throat again. Over and over sucking hard, releasing it out of my mouth with a popping sound, then sucking it in hard again.
“Oh shit,” he breathes out.
His thigh muscles begin to constrict and I can feel his ass tighten as he bucks up one last time. He grabs hold of my head with both hands and screams out my name. He pulls out and cums hard all over my face. Once he's done, I lick him off. Then I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. “Hurry back to bed, Sweetheart, so I can return the favor,” he yells, while I'm in the bathroom. I freeze as realization hits.
Oh no, what am I gonna do? The only way I'm going to come is if I cut myself first. But if I do that Mr. Wade will know. There's no way I can fake it. Why did I agree to not cut? I have to talk to Mr. Wade. He has to allow me to cut sometimes.
“Come on, Sweetheart, I'm still horny out here. I want to taste you,” JR calls out. I leave the bathroom and get back into bed. I can sense his frown as he notices that I am dressed in my pajamas. Turning on the light, I make my excuse.
“Uh, Honey, I think my period is about to start. I'm cramping really badly right now,” I tell him.
“Aw, can I get you anything,” he asks. I hear the concern in his voice as he gently rubs my arm.
“No, can you just hold me,” I ask.
“Sure, Sweetheart. Come here,” he says as he opens his arms to me. “Happy anniversary.”
Happy Anniversary,” I snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around me and drifts off into a deep peaceful sleep. I stay awake for a few hours feeling frustrated and yearning for release for the second time that day. Finally, I turn off the light and drift off into a restless sleep.
Hancock Park, California
Wade Estate
Kathleen Wade
I realize just how long I've been sitting here when the patio lights come on and flood my face. I pull myself together and look over the paperwork that with just my signature will end my marriage in as little as a year. My attempts to punish Jay have fallen short. He doesn't care about any of the things we've worked for in our marriage. He doesn't care about the homes, the cars, or the business he's worked so hard to make a success. He doesn't even care about being vilified in the public eye.
Every time he is captured candidly by the paparazzi, he is smiling like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders and as they so crudely pointed out, he is no longer wearing his wedding ring. I really don't know what I'm even fighting for anymore. My kids are worried sick about me. I'm worried about me.
I'm only punishing myself by not getting past this. I'm making myself sick with grief. Meanwhile, Jay is on cloud nine living happily in a whore-house with Julia, while I'm stuck imprisoned in this fortress. Well, to channel Aaron and Kent, fuck this shit. It's about time I follow the advice that I gave Aaron when he was wallowing in self-pity. I told him to get off his ass and remember who he was. It's time I stop being a hypocrite and do exactly that.
With a shaky hand, I slowly remove my wedding and engagement rings. I flex my finger, trying to get used to the light weight of it now that is bare. I gift the rings to Amy to do with as she pleases as long as I never see them again. She surprises me with a hug and I get the feeling it's not because she's happy with the gift.
I take a deep breath and dial Phil's cell.
“Kathleen,” he answers before the second ring.
“Phil,” I say to him. “Are you busy for the next two weeks?”
“Hmm,” he says. “I hear him flipping through a calendar. “No, nothing on the docket. Why, what do you need?”
“How would you like to spend them with me?”
Downtown Los Angeles
Sage Turner’s Loft
Sage Turner
JR wakes up early even though it's his scheduled day off.
“Stay in bed, Sweetheart. I’ll make you some breakfast to help you feel better. I feel bad that I didn't get to return the amazing favor you gave me last night.”
I cringe at the mention of it and pretend to be too sleepy to answer him. He kisses my cheek and tosses the covers back to get out of bed. Any other time, I would love getting to sleep in while he cooks for me, but I just feel like a complete bitch now.
He’s always so wonderful to me. On our first date, I could tell he was nervous, trying to impress me. He thought a romantic picnic overlooking the city would be great. What he failed to consider was the hike from hell it took to get up there. I was sucking wind so hard, I thought I’d pass out. When we finally got all of the food set up, the sky opened and it began to pour. We found shelter under a cluster of thick trees, but not before getting completely drenched. He thought he'd completely blown it, that I would be pissed, but I was laughing and grinning from ear to ear. I was having so much fun.
“Don’t let me fool you. I’m a country girl at heart,” I told him and it was the truth. I spent summers on my granny Symone’s farm and we would pray for rain. We stood under that cluster of trees laughing and talking like we'd known
each other all our lives. When the rain finally broke, he took me back to his place and cooked us a nice dinner to make up for the one we lost. We stayed up and just talked all night. After that first date, I knew he was the one for me and we've been inseparable ever since.
The smell of food gets me out of bed and into the kitchen just in time to hear Mr. Wade’s phone ringing where I left it on the counter.
“Shit, Sweetheart, you scared me, and you ruined your surprise. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.” He walks over to kiss me good morning.
“No, I'm very surprised. You're amazing,” I say, helping him with the plates before sitting down at the counter trying to make like the brand-new electronics is no big deal. He takes the laptop and the phone over to me and sets them on the table. I’m totally screwed.
“You missed a phone call. I tried to answer it, but whoever it was hung up,” he says. “Why do you have these anyway? What happened to your old laptop and phone?”
“Work,” I say. “We're required to have a company laptop and phone. My probation period is over, so I finally got mine.”
“Cool. What's the number?” He takes out his phone, ready to save the number in his contacts.
“Oh, you know it's only for work. They monitor the activity so we shouldn't talk on it.” I get up and kiss him. Putting my empty plate in the sink, I head off to get ready for work, grabbing the phone and the laptop to take with me.
The Ritz Carlton, Downtown Los Angeles
Kent Wade’s Apartment
Kent Wade
Tuesday morning finally dawns and brings me out of my restless sleep.
I spend most of the night picturing the delectable Miss Turner naked and squirming in my playroom. I swear I had to jack off three times last night. And now here I am again with a rock-hard erection. I look at the time. It’s still early, but I decide to give her a call anyway. I ring her iPhone and to my surprise, a male voice picks up. Now isn't this the rat's ass? Did she not even bother to hide the damn thing for, fuck sake?
I walk into work pissed. I open my office door to find the one thing that I wasn't expecting this morning.
“What do you want Aaron? I'm busy,” I say as I toss his ass out of my chair and sit down.
“You just got here, and is that any way to talk to your older brother whom you haven't seen all weekend?”
“Has it been that long? I haven't even missed you,” I say. “Now what do you want?”
“Ouch, I'm insulted. Can't I even check up on my baby bro,” he says, pretending to be hurt and I give him the look. “Alright, I have a bit of a problem.”
“Uh-uh,” I say in return and he gives me the finger.
“Anyway, my crew finally finished the Galloway Project early this morning and traditionally, after a project is done, we have sort of a get-together. Nothing fancy, just a way to blow off steam and celebrate.”
“Cut to it, I have a meeting,” I say wanting to speed him along, not that I'm not enjoying his company.
In spite of what he might think I like having my big brother around. He and I are polar opposites, but we have always been close. Ever since our parents died, he’s been my main protector. But right now, I need him to leave. Because the sooner he leaves the sooner I can get back to my obsession with the beautiful Sage Turner.
“Well, the restaurant we usually use is booked solid tonight and Allie will have my head if I bring the whole crew over to our place.”
“I bet,” I laugh.
“Man, you know it. So, I was wondering if we could use your club. Which is still waiting for your approval on the renovations, by the way,” he says to butter me up. “We’ll clean everything up and leave it just the way we found it.”
“You know, Air…” I’m about to bullshit with him before I tell him yes, but then it dawns on me just what the fuck he said. “Did you say restaurant?” He looks at me in utter annoyance. I remember something Allie just said when I ran into her down in the lobby. She was on me about Sage and she let it slip her boyfriend is head chef at the Ivy. If I didn’t know her better, I’d swear she was trying to see if I’d react to the news.
“You know what, Air, my place is unavailable tonight, but I can get you reservations at the Ivy. My treat.” Before he can decline, I pick up the phone to call them. They are, of course, ecstatic that I just rented out the place and added a bonus for all of the staff staying over. There was one stipulation: Head Chef Jacob must be on duty until the gathering ends. It is, after all, for Wade Construction. We wouldn't want reputations ruined. “Done.” I hang up the phone. “Just ask for Jacob. He'll take care of you. Oh, and they’re prepared to stay well after closing so take your time and enjoy.”
“Cool, Bro. Yeah, I know Jake. And thanks. I owe you.”
“Happy to help you out.” I flash a smile as he walks out.
Now, to call Miss Turner. I want her tied up in my playroom tonight without having to worry about that prick of hers.
****
Hollywood, California
Strong Studios
Sage Turner
JR calls to let me know he won't be home when I get off. He was called into work to cover a company party that some big-shot's brother is having at the restaurant. He really didn't want to, especially after he was called in to cover the weekend that he specifically requested off, but Mr. Big-shot himself requested that he supervise the event, so he couldn't refuse.
Is it wrong that I'm happy he’s has been called into work tonight? It's just so hard for me to face him after I lied about the phone and laptop. I can't believe I was so careless to have forgotten it, on the kitchen counter of all places. In my defense, I wasn’t myself last night.
I take out the phone and study it, debating whether or not I should call Mr. Wade. I mean I'm only returning his call, right? The damn thing rings in my hand and I nearly drop it.
“Hello?”
“Miss Turner, how are you to address me?”
“I'm sorry. Hello, sir.”
“Better,” he says. “I was wondering if you were free later in the week. I know you're not available tonight, but I would like to start your training as soon as possible. It doesn’t make sense to wait. After all, the sooner we get started, the sooner you’ll have the information you need, correct?”
“Right.” I'm unsure of what to do. On one hand, I am eager to start training because the sooner we start, the sooner I can be with JR in a way that we both need. But on the other hand, I am terrified. If this doesn't work, I’ll be devastated. It's such an incredible gamble.
“Miss Turner? I’m available whenever you are.”
“Um, well, to tell you the truth, my boyfriend actually had to work tonight after all, so if you're free, I would like to begin my training this afternoon.”
“I can rearrange a few things to accommodate. Collin will be waiting at the studio for you.”
“Is he driving me a way to keep me under control?”
“Just a precaution. I know how you New Yorkers drive.”
“How do you know I’m from New York?”
“My brother has a big mouth.”
“You asked him about me?”
“No, but he likes to talk about his fiancée and as it goes, that includes her friends. Besides the fact that I also did my homework. I own and operate a very successful company. I must be careful about who I allow to get close to me; you can understand that, can’t you?”
“Of course,” I say “As I’m sure you’ll understand I also did a little homework on you as well.”
“Is that a euphemism for digging?”
“You tell me?”
“I suppose you wouldn't be, how did you put it, worth your salt, if you didn't dig.”
“I sure wouldn’t,” I laugh, twirling a strand of my hair. I catch myself and thrust it back behind my shoulder.
“So, what did you find out?”
“Oh no, sir. A reporter never reveals her secrets.”
“Surprisingly, I like that. This
afternoon then, Miss Turner.” He confirms. “Collin will be waiting.”
“Actually, I would prefer to drive. I'd like to go home and change first.”
“You can drive, but don't bother going home. I don't want you wasting the limited time we have together worrying about your clothes. You won't be in them for very long once you're here. I'll text you the residential level elevator code. Park in any space that's marked penthouse one.”
“Yes, sir.”
****
I muddle through my work in an anxious fog, trying not to watch the clock. The only time my mind was focused was when I got to break the story I’ve been working on. Best damn fifteen-minute segment of my life. Finally, the day drags to a slow end. I grab my stuff, not even bothering to check if I had everything. I’m so nervous about starting my training that I practically run for the front door and right into Finch.
Bumping him with a thud, I back up apologizing, but he just stares at me. He really needs to take the Dom thing down a notch. It’s creeping me the hell out. More and more I’m regretting the fact that he’s in on this BDSM club secret society thing. He makes it feel weird. I pray Mr. Wade isn’t this much of a creep because I’m sure as hell not training with him.
I go straight to Mr. Wade's apartment. The elevator takes me up to the penthouse to a waiting Collin. I take a moment to look around and I was right, the view of the city is amazing up here, but the apartment leaves much to be desired. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very tastefully done. It’s just a bit flat. Like he hasn’t bothered to get rid of the hotel suite feel from when he first bought it.
We find Mr. Wade sitting on the far end of one of his many couches completely engrossed in his newspaper. Collin nods a farewell and leaves me standing there unannounced.
Mr. Wade has yet to acknowledge me. Thinking that maybe this is part of my training I lower my gaze to the floor and wait for his instruction. Soon after, he folds his paper and throws it carelessly on the coffee table. He walks over and stands in front of me. I continue to gaze down at the floor until he gives the okay to look up.
