by Karen Deen
“I’m the one who’s supposed to be stressed,” she murmurs, still with her eyes closed.
“Morning, Tiger,” I say, kissing her lips, cheeks, and finishing with the forehead.
“Morning, Magic Man.” She pauses a moment. “You were successful.” Her eyes slowly flutter open to see me.
“That’s good to know. Do you want to fill me in, though, successful in what?” I run my hand over her hair and smooth it off her face.
“Fucking me to sleep. Literally.” Laughing out loud, I pull her to me so she’s lying on top of me.
“Happy to be of service. I aim to please.” I softly kiss her lips. So soft and smooth and a taste I’ll never get sick of.
“Mmm, well you pleased every muscle in my body, just so you know.” Her hands slide up under my arms so she can hug me tight as she lays her head on my chest. “Today is going to be crappy, isn’t it?”
“I’m not going to lie to you and say it’s going to be all rainbows and unicorns. But you’ll be fine and get through it. You’re my Tiger. No one can touch you.” My hands drop to her ass. “Except me, of course. I get to touch you everywhere.”
“Something you take advantage of often, mister.”
“Well, I can’t have you thinking I don’t love you. That would be devastating. I figure if I show you often then you won’t forget.” I’m trying to pass it off as a joke but what I’m saying is how I feel. I don’t want to lose her now that I’ve found her.
“Stop being so sweet. If I have to channel my inner bitch today, it’s a bit hard when you say things like that to make me melt.”
“Baby, I want to use more than words to make you melt this morning.” I kiss the top of her head softly.
“I know, but we can’t. You make me all mushy after sex. How am I supposed to get into the car all boss-like with Tyson after that?” Lifting her head up to show me her big eyes, I can see she’s now a little more awake than before.
“Because I’m not going to make love to you. I’m going to fuck you. Hard! Your adrenaline is going to be rushing so hard you won’t even need coffee this morning. Now get on all fours on the bed facing the mirror. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. How hard I’m going to be pounding into you.” She can feel the tingles on her body the more I talk. “Now, Paige! I don’t have time for you to think about it. You will do as I ask.” Her eyes light up as I take control over her emotions and her body.
She moves from on top of my body to the position I told her. On my knees behind her, I grab hold of her hips.
“This is going to be hard and fast. Just like you want it, isn’t it, Paige?”
She moans as soon as I ask her. “God yes.”
“First, we’re going to make sure you’re ready for me.” Taking one hand, I slowly swipe through her wet pussy, and her back arches from the sensation.
“Does that feel nice, Paige?”
“Yes,” she pants her reply.
“But we don’t want nice this morning, do we?” I move my hand away from her clitoris that I’ve been circling nice and slowly, up onto her ass cheek.
“Fuck no.” Her voice is starting to get more urgent.
“That’s right, because I told you it would be hard, which means hot and dirty. Just like you’re craving.” I bring my hand down and spank her ass cheek.
Screaming out in pain and pleasure, I know she wants more.
“You like that don’t you, Tiger. You want me in control. I’m the boss here, remember.” Her skin against my hand makes that loud slap that has her trying to hold her place and not give anything away.
“Are you going to be a nice sweet lady today?”
“Yes,” she moans.
Whack, I smack her again, her ass pinking up nicely.
“Wrong answer, Tiger. Who are you going to be today?”
“A bitch, a hard-ass bitch,” she yells to make sure I understand.
“Yes, you are. You’re going to think about this moment all day. When you’re doubting who you are or need confidence, remember this.” Smack. “Be the hard woman you are.” Smack. “The one who is here on her knees taking this.” Hearing her moan and pant, I sink my cock into her as far as I can.
“Mason,” she screams. “Yes, Mason!”
“Take it, baby, you’re tough, now take it.”
Both my hands grip her hips as I’m pounding with my balls slapping against her skin each time. Feeling her clenching my cock, I know she’s so close to letting go.
“Tell me. Who’s the tough woman?” I’m holding back with everything I have. I can feel the orgasm coming, but I need to finish this.
“Me,” she murmurs.
“Not good enough. You’re not coming until I’m convinced. Who’s the hard-ass boss?” I lean forward to get my arm around her.
“Me!” she screams as I pinch her nipple, and she explodes around my cock. I can’t hold back any longer and let go, releasing inside her as I pound her three more times. Then slumping forward on to her back. I wrap my arms around her waist and roll us both on to our sides.
“Remember that today. You, Paige Ellen, are the same strong businesswoman you were before all this happened. Don’t let them get to you. You’ve got this and I’ve got you.”
“Thank you, it means the world.”
We continue to lay wrapped in each other for a few moments, the comfort and calm what we both need.
The alarm on my phone breaks the silence, and we both groan, knowing that’s the end of our tranquility.
“Sorry, baby, I need to do my weather checks. Why don’t you shower, and I’ll make you some breakfast,” I ask, expecting her to say she’s not hungry, her standard answer when she’s stressed.
“That sounds great. Thank you. I’m starving, and I blame you for it. I need to refuel my body.” She moves on to her back next to me then leans up and kisses me, with all the passion that she has. “I love you, Mason. For everything you are and for all you do for me.”
She was complaining about making her melt before.
Fuck, woman, that just tugged on my heart.
Hard.
I need to break this seriousness and keep her on the upbeat.
“Thank the lord, finally she gets the idea of breakfast. Energy to get you through the day. If you’re hungry, I’m making a feast. Now go and wash that ass with my nice piece of handprint artwork on it.”
Groaning, she sits up on the bed. “The ego is back. I’m out of here. Get to the kitchen, slave.” Waving her hand over her shoulder at me, she heads into the bathroom.
The next time I see that wiggling ass it will be walking up the stairs of my plane and flirting like crazy with me.
I can get used to this life.
Paige
I watch Mason get into the elevator to head to the airport, the doors closing. I can feel my anxiety start to rise. The look on his face was telling me he didn’t want to leave me alone. But it’s important we keep to the routine as much as possible. They all know he’s my boyfriend now, but we still have to work like we normally would. Him at the airport doing his preflight checks and me in the car with Bent, Tyson, and Uncle Franco. Mason insisted that Franco meet me here, so we get into the car together. He doesn’t want me alone with Tyson at all.
It’s still early so I wander into my office to pass the time. Before Mason and all this fraud craziness, I never had a problem focusing. Already today it’s difficult, and I haven’t even left the apartment. Mason’s words keep replaying in my head. ‘You’ve got this, and I’ve got you.’ Most men would feel threatened by a woman who has a high-profile life and wealth. They would try to take over and assert power, jumping and overtaking my life. Mason just guides me, supports and makes sure I know he’s always right beside me if I need him. Not once has he tried to take over. A huge reason to love him and his ego. Off in my Mason bubble, the chime on my phone makes me jump a little.
Franco has arrived downstairs and so has Bent. I need to get moving and meet him in the foyer. Grabbing my wor
k bag, I stop for one last look in the mirror.
Pull the shoulders back, chin up, and smile like a normal workday. Forget everything that’s going on. Wipe from my mind Friday night with Tyson.
I walk into the elevator, turn to the doors, and take a deep breath.
“I’m the hard-ass bitch. I’ve got this.”
By the time I reach the foyer, walking out of the elevator, Paige the businesswoman is ready to go. Bring it on, boys.
“Morning, Franco. Hope you’re ready for a fun week.” I kiss him on the cheek and then walk out the open door he’s holding for me.
“I can’t wait to spend the week with you. Keeps me out of Aunt Veronica’s hair.” We keep walking towards the car, not saying any more. There’s no need. Everything was sorted on Saturday, and the plans were gone over many times.
“Morning, Bent. Thank you.” He’s standing holding the car door.
“Morning, Ms. Ellen, Franco. You’re traveling with us again today. I didn’t realize. I could have picked you up.” Sliding into the car, the hairs on my neck are standing up and my heart is beating fast. Sitting there holding my coffee is Tyson looking very sheepish.
“Yes, I’m going to be with Paige every day this week doing research,” Franco replies to Bent as he sits next to me.
Tyson and I are still sitting and not saying a word.
Franco gives me a subtle nudge to snap me out of it. “Are you going to take your coffee, Paige, before it gets cold? We all know you hate cold coffee.”
“Good morning, Tyson. Thank you.” I reach out and he hands it over, not wanting to touch me in the slightest.
“Good morning, Ms. Ellen. You’re welcome. I hope it’s how you like it.” He’s trying to appear confident, but I can see he’s a little nervous. I’m feeling the opposite. The longer I’m in the car, the more the anger is starting to build.
“I’m sure it will be. Now let’s get working. I need the numbers on that shipment leaving tomorrow on the government contract. Also, can you get me the advertising budget on the new security chip? Plus, I need to see the revised contract for today’s meeting.” The best thing I can do if I’m nervous or angry is to work. If this fucktard is going to try to deceive me, he’s got another thing coming. He is not going to have time to even think of ways to screw me, I’ll have him working that hard.
“Umm okay, hold on a moment. I’ll pull all that information and send it to your email for you to check.” Giving me a confused look, he starts typing on his laptop, doing as I asked. We normally work in the car, just not quite like this where I’m throwing several things at him at once. Turning to Franco, he gives me a look telling me to calm down. I’m grinding my teeth trying not to say anything. I just want to let loose on what I think of him, as well as for everything that happened at the bar where he made me feel vulnerable.
No one has the right to make another person vulnerable in any way, shape, or form.
The hard-ass bitch definitely has kicked in now. I’m taking control.
While Tyson is working on his computer, I can see Franco watching his every move, while pretending to read the morning paper on his tablet. I need to work too. Besides trying to keep calm, I actually have a business to run. Opening my emails, I start replying and delegating work for the day to different people. The information from Tyson is popping up on my screen, and I open the order for the shipment going out tomorrow night. So far, it’s still sitting at the correct order quantities and value.
Franco tries to break the tension in the car and starts asking questions of Bent and his role in the company.
“My job is simple. To be ready to drive Ms. Ellen anywhere she needs me to. She calls, I come. It’s that simple. I mean, she is a very wealthy woman, so that’s how it works in her world. She works while I drive,” Bent replies. His answer intrigues me a little. Referring to me as wealthy. I’ve never treated him like I’m any different than he is. I must admit, it hurts a little that’s how he thinks of me.
“Oh, I know how busy she is,” Franco chuckles, “never gets time to visit us anymore. I have to come to work to spend time with her,” he jokes around, trying to keep it light. “What do you do while you’re waiting for her? Like today, while we fly off for meetings?”
“When you’re away on the jet, I’ll go and get a gym session in. Get the car detailed. Things like that. I’m always done before I’m needed just in case you get back early. I like to play games, so I’ve usually got my computer or tablet to amuse myself.”
“You must get bored at times?” Franco asks.
“No, it’s okay, the games keep me distracted.”
Not even thinking as we pull into the airport and start across the tarmac, my words just come out. “I’ll be needing you less now, Bent. Mason likes to do all the driving on the weekend unless we plan on drinking while we’re out. We can talk about that later.” I see both the shocked look on Bent’s face in the rear-view mirror and Franco’s because I’m saying random things to the staff.
“Oh okay, sure, Ms. Ellen. Whatever suits you,” he mumbles in an irritated tone.
Nothing else is important now.
I can see him.
My private pilot, standing waiting for me just like he always does.
Not quite as still while he waits today, but I can guess why.
As the car pulls to a stop, he’s next to my door with it open and his hand there for me to take.
His touch makes everything right. The calmness flows through me, and his smile looking down at me with those damn glasses on just makes me relax.
The groan from Tyson behind me under his breath and the pissed-off look on Bent’s face tells me the boys aren’t happy, and to be honest, I don’t give a fuck.
My hand is in his and I feel safe.
Just like he promised.
“Good morning, Captain,” I say quite confidently as I stand, smoothing my suit before I leave the car. Just like usual.
“Good morning, Paige. We’re all ready for you. Let’s get you on board.”
For a second I think about my next move and don’t care what they say.
Leaning up, I kiss him on the cheek then continue to walk to the jet.
His look of absolute satisfaction that everyone knows I belong to him makes it worthwhile.
“Thank you, that sounds like a good idea. Let’s get started with our day,” I say over my shoulder.
I hear him behind me, mumbling and laughing loud enough for only me to hear him. “Yeah, I love how my day started, you hard-ass bitch.”
This just makes me sway my hips that little bit more as I walk up the steps.
Too right I’m a hard-ass bitch.
But I’m your hard-ass bitch, Captain.
19
Paige
AS I TAKE MY seat on the plane, everyone else gets settled in.
Mason is already in the cockpit, and Holly is closing the door. My phone buzzes in my hand, and I try not to react and make it too obvious. On the inside, I’m smiling from ear to ear.
Mason: How’s my girl?
Three simple words that mean the world. All he sees in this mess is me. Not the money, not the business reputation, just how it’s affecting me.
Paige: Better now I’m here with you.
Mason: You look stunning. I’m going to need bigger pants if you keep swaying your hips like that.
Paige: Don’t you dare. Those are the perfect size.
Mason: Like what you see, baby?
Paige: Very much so. What I see, feel, lick, and suck.
Mason: You are in trouble, Tiger. Obviously, this morning wasn’t enough.
Paige: Never. Now get flying please, Captain. I have a meeting to attend.
Mason: Yes, boss!
Paige: Don’t you even start that shit, mister!
Mason: But it’s fun.
Paige: So is sleeping alone at your place
Mason: Playing hard ball. Okay, your wish is my command.
I hear the plane engine grow louder.
Mason: Love you. Sit back and relax. I’ll keep you safe xoxo
Paige: Love you, and I’m counting on it xoxo
The plane starts moving, and I know that’s the end of the messages and switch to flight mode.
Obviously, Tyson hasn’t learned from his mistakes.
“Who were you messaging? You should have had your phone switched over to airplane mode.”
Jesus! Just breathe in and out. I want to react and scream at him to back off. Maybe if I tell him the truth then he’ll shut up.
“My boyfriend. Not that it’s any of your business. Tyson, please don’t slip into old habits. My personal life is off limits. Have we got this straight this time?” Nodding, he looks at me. No look of being sorry, though.
Franco just rolls his eyes at him.
“Tyson, I need to get some background on you for the book, if that’s okay?” Franco sounds lighthearted like it’s just part of the research he’s doing. “Can you describe your role in the organization, what you actually do on a day-to-day basis for Paige?” Franco has his pen and paper ready to take notes, while I press record on my voice recorder when Tyson isn’t looking.
“I’m sure Ms. Ellen could tell you.” Tyson looks over at me.
Franco answers before I have to. “Tyson, we all know she’s the boss. She has no idea how much you do for her. That’s why it’s better for me to talk to you about it.” I have to give it to my Uncle Franco. He is good at this. I can see why he worked so long for the department.
“You’re probably right there. I doubt Ms. Ellen knows at all how much I do for her, over and above my paid duties.” He glares at me with his smartass look.
