Insatiable Series Box Set

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “No, Dad. Ash wanted us to keep dating until we graduated. Then his plan was to relocate back to New York City. He wanted me to be a ‘stay at home’ wife. I didn’t attend Harvard Business School for that. I wanted a career of my own. He wanted me to be the adoring wife sitting in the wings while he was the star. I couldn’t have that. So we broke up. Ash was devastated by our breakup.” I watched his eyes carefully trying to gauge if he believed me.

  “Veronica, I recall your behavior after the break up! You were shattered. You came home to me and wouldn’t leave your old bedroom for weeks. It took you months to begin dating again.”

  I sighed. I was really going to have to lay this on thick.

  “Yes, I was upset. I adored Ash and was hoping he was the one. When I realized he didn’t want a career wife I knew what I had to do. Since we parted years ago on such bad terms, buying the Vitalife shares served two purposes for me. One, I wanted to prove to Ash I could be a shrewd businesswoman and two, I wanted to give him Vitalife because I knew what it meant to him as a way to apologize.”

  My father shook his head.

  “Why would you have to apologize for being who you are? You’re a very shrewd businesswoman, Veronica, and I’m very proud of that. Who cares what Ash thinks?”

  I nodded again. I stood up and began to pace the floor my high heels clicking across the hardwood.

  “I know all this, Dad. But I’m asking you to do this for me. I’ve proven my point to Ash and now I want to give him the one thing he wants that only I can give him--the Vitalife shares.” For good measure, I allowed tears to well up in my eyes.

  He sat quietly for a moment deep in thought. He clicked his pen several times on the desk before finally meeting my eyes.

  He nodded.

  “Okay, Veronica. I will honor your wishes. Do what you want with those shares, but I will ask you one thing in return.”

  It had worked! Now Ash would see me as his savior and I alone could grant him the one thing he wanted most.

  “Anything, Dad.”

  “Sell the shares to Ash. But don’t see him again. Forget about him. I want you to promise that you will marry Bryce.”

  I swallowed hard my elation deflating inside me like a balloon.

  That was the last thing I wanted. After seeing Ash again the other day, I had no interest in marrying Bryce. I realized that getting engaged to Bryce had been a huge mistake.

  But not to my father.

  Still, I would agree to his terms. How was he to know if I saw Ash again or not?

  I nodded slowly.

  “I can do that. I’m already engaged to Bryce. Why wouldn’t I want to marry him?”

  He leaned back in his chair and eyed me carefully. The cold winter air howled outside the office windows.

  “Because I didn’t buy one line of the bullshit you just told me, Veronica. I know you. Ash broke your heart and you were looking for a way to get back at him. Now that you’ve seen him he’s changed your mind and you want him back at all costs. You have no real intention of marrying Bryce. If Ash gives you the time of day, you’ll sacrifice everything for him.”

  My mouth fell open.

  “Dad, that’s not true--”

  “The hell it isn’t. But Veronica, what you don’t know is that I can have you followed or traced anywhere you go. If you so much as go on one date with Ash Blackthorne, I will disinherit you in a heartbeat.”

  My heart pounded in my chest.

  “And I will fire you.”

  I stared at the floor. Real tears began to cascade down my cheeks.

  “Dad, I’m a 37 year old woman not a child. How dare you try to control me now.”

  He stood up and straightened his tie and jacket.

  “Don’t think I won’t do it, Veronica. I know you think I’m being harsh, but I’m only trying to protect you.”

  Blotting the tears from my eyes, I glared at him.

  “How?”

  “Stay away from Ash Blackthorne. I won’t tell you again.” Then he turned and left his office.

  What was I to do now?

  >>>>>>>>>>>>

  The summer of 2005 was the best summer of my life. The days spent at Hyannis with Ash were some of the best days of my life. Sitting on his private beach watching the waves crash ashore while cuddled up next to him sipping wine were magical. I could still see him sitting there lying next to me on a blanket the sun glinting off his tanned, chiseled body his dark hair blowing in the breeze.

  “Ronnie, what are you thinking about?” He whispered as the sun went down in the west. He brushed my blonde hair from my shoulder.

  I turned to him smiling. My heart felt so full at that moment.

  “Just you. Why do you ask?” I leaned up and met his lips. They tasted sweet from the wine.

  Ash ran his strong hands up my tanned thighs stopping before brushing against my pussy.

  “Ash, this summer has been amazing. Could it possibly get any better than this?”

  He laughed his fingers still traveling over my body.

  “Things can always get better. But I must agree with you, Ronnie. This has been without a doubt one of the best summers of my life.”

  “One of the best?” I pouted.

  “Well, there was that one summer in Cannes…”

  “Shut up!” I slapped him playfully.

  “Seriously, Ronnie, it’s been amazing. You’re amazing.”

  I ran my hands over his strong chest and chiseled abs. Now was the time.

  “I love you, Ash.”

  He stopped and looked at me. His eyes lit up with joy then faded into sadness.

  “Thank you, Ronnie. I’m quite fond of you, too.” He kissed me quickly on the head.

  Well, that didn’t go as planned. Swallowing my misgivings, I spent the rest of the day with him on the beach drinking wine and making love.

  Ash and I had been together for nearly a year, but he never said he loved me. That bothered me, but still I hung in there hoping against hope he would finally give himself to me.

  Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be.

  >>>>>>>>>>>>>

  Racing back to my office, I slammed the door. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t let my father dictate my life again as he had been doing since I was a young girl. Fuming, I collapsed into my office chair. I ran my fingers through my long hair. As I looked around my office, my eyes came to rest on a framed photo of me and Bryce together.

  Bryce.

  After Ash and I broke up, I went immediately to London. Burying myself in work, I rarely had time for anything else. And that’s the way I wanted it. Thoughts of Ash tormented me. His face was always splashed all over the New York society pages. I could hardly turn on the TV without seeing him on the tabloid shows always with some beautiful woman at his side.

  My heart felt shattered. Each photo of Ash was like a shard of glass piercing me. I knew I had to do something in order to keep myself from dying inside.

  My father was still forever after me to find a suitable husband. There I was, a woman with an MBA from Harvard and a successful career, and all he was concerned with was finding me the perfect husband.

  Just to shut him up, I attended a charity ball in London. My father had bought me a Valentino gown and I felt just like a princess as I arrived in a black stretch limo. Several handsome men asked me to dance and I was forced to admit I had a good time.

  All of the crystal twinkled merrily beneath the bright lights. As the band began to play a waltz which wasn’t particularly my taste nor really did it seem like it was anyone under the age of seventy’s taste, a handsome young man extended his hand to me.

  Gazing up at him, I saw that his eyes were a remarkable shade of blue. His slow, sexy grin reminded me of Ash. Squinting, I could almost envision him as Ash.

  But he wasn’t.

  In his Italian designer tuxedo, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The tux was exactly the kind Ash wore. His hair was dark brown stylishly cut.

  “What’s your name,
gorgeous?” he asked. He was such an excellent dancer, I mused, he must have had quite a few lessons.

  “Veronica James. And you are?”

  He smiled as he spun me around in time to the music.

  “Bryce Leedham the III.”

  I snickered.

  “Wow. You’re a third? I’m impressed.”

  He laughed merrily. Bryce steered me around the dance floor causing everyone to stand around watching us. I imagine we must’ve made quite a sight--a perfect Ken and Barbie couple.

  “Don’t be. I just think my parents were incredibly unimaginative. I’m the only boy in a family of six. You would think after having five girls they would’ve already had a boy’s name picked out.”

  I laughed.

  “I take it you are from London?”

  He nodded.

  “And you, Veronica, must be from America?”

  I nodded as he continued to spin me around in a dramatic circle as the band began to play a 1940s swing tune.

  “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. New York?”

  “I’m from Manhattan, but I’ve spent quite a lot of time here in the UK. My father’s family is from Ireland.”

  “Interesting. What part of Ireland?”

  “Dublin.”

  The music had an upbeat to it and he swung me over his head. My dress wasn’t exactly designed for such music and I was afraid my gown would tear.

  “Sorry, love. Your dress isn’t exactly appropriate for such moves, is it?”

  I shook my head. All the champagne I’d drank was starting to give me a headache. My father, talking to an attractive older woman, was watching as Bryce and I stopped to have a drink.

  “Just Pellegrino for me. I had a bit too much champagne earlier.”

  “Trying to keep your wits about you, hmm? Afraid I may get frisky later?”

  I brushed the curls from my bare shoulders.

  “Maybe. Here’s hoping.” I winked at him surprised at my own boldness. I hadn’t really flirted since Ash and I broke up.

  His brows shot up. He ordered a glass of Macallan, Ash’s favorite scotch.

  “Ever try this? It’s quite good.” Bryce tipped his glass at me.

  “Oh, yes. It was my ex’s favorite drink.”

  He swallowed the rest of the liquor.

  “Really? Well, Miss Veronica, as much as I’d like to hear about your ex, I’d rather talk about you.”

  I nodded.

  “Of course. So what do you do, Bryce?”

  He smiled again adjusting his cufflinks.

  “I’m in politics. My father is an ambassador.”

  Wow, I was sure my father would love Bryce.

  “That sounds fascinating. Are you looking to follow in his footsteps?”

  “Something like that. So, Veronica, it’s getting late. If I may be so bold, I’d like to ask to accompany you home this evening.”

  I blushed. My pussy tightened. I hadn’t been with anyone since Ash. I hadn’t really been attracted to anyone else.

  Until now.

  “That sounds just fine, Bryce.”

  We were in such a rush to leave the ballroom I ran straight into a waiter carrying a heavy tray full of champagne. One of the glasses spilled all over my crimson gown.

  “Here, Veronica, let me help you.” Bryce pulled a white linen monogrammed handkerchief from his coat pocket.

  Just like Ash!

  “How gentlemanly of you.” I took the handkerchief from him dabbing at my gown.

  “Well, my father always taught me that good manners never go out of style.”

  That sealed the deal for me. Ash had told me the exact same thing.

  From that moment on, Bryce and I had been together. After several years of dating, he proposed to me on Christmas Eve. My father had been ecstatic as Bryce’s family were very well connected. My father congratulated himself that he had finally landed me a ‘high society’ man even if he was British.

  As our wedding date approached, I still found myself longing for Ash. Bryce wasn’t the dom that Ash was. I longed for Ash’s strong hand guiding and correcting me. Bryce was kind and generous, but he didn’t excite me as Ash had.

  Then one day about eight months ago, I found out that a company that manufactured a drug that alleviated some of the symptoms of certain types of cancer was about to go under. Knowing that Ash’s father died from pancreatic cancer, I knew Ash would want that company.

  Vitalife.

  Immediately, I formulated a plan that included moving back to New York. Bryce would remain in London until our wedding. My father’s company acquired the one I was working for and I decided to work in his office. I organized the acquisition of the Vitalife shares through RJ Investments via Martin Stahli’s company, Eagle Enterprises.

  As I prepared for the storm that would be unleashed when Ash found out who had acquired his desired stocks, I thought about the time Ash proclaimed me his submissive.

  >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  We had been seeing each year for exactly one year. Standing in the bright morning sunlight, I looked around waiting for Ash. The day was chilly and the wind whipped through the common area of the campus causing me to wrap my cashmere coat even tighter around my body.

  Looking down at my phone, I saw it was nearly 10 AM. Ash had told me to meet him here at 9 AM. I shook my head laughing. He always liked to keep me waiting!

  Just as I was about to call him, a long shadow passed over my vision.

  “Hey, baby!” Ash swept me up in his arms spinning me around.

  Eagerly, I threw my arms around him. Our lips met. Several students walking by us stopped and stared at our passionate embrace.

  “Ash, I thought you said 9:00. Where were you?” I asked when our lips finally parted.

  “Sorry. I stayed over at my house in Hyannis last night. I thought I could make it by then, but traffic was a nightmare. Forgive me?” His sensual lips drew downward in a pout.

  I nodded.

  “Only if you take me back there tonight with you.” I wondered if he remembered what today was.

  “Of course. Tonight’s our anniversary. It’s been a year. You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”

  My eyes sparkled as he reached into his jacket pocket and pressed a small blue Tiffany’s box into my hand. My heart thudded as my fingers closed around it. I felt the satiny blue paper and my fingers traced the white ribbon.

  Could it be?

  “Oh, Ash,” I whispered.

  Just as I was poised to open the box, Ash removed it from my hands.

  “Patience, Ronnie. You shall open it tonight. That’s why I was out at Hyannis last night. I prepared something amazing for you.”

  My mouth fell open. Here I’d assumed he would be like most men not caring about an anniversary particularly since we weren’t married or even engaged.

  Not yet.

  But Ash wasn’t like any other man. That was becoming more and more apparent to me every day.

  Ash slipped the box back into his pocket. He bent to brush my lips with his.

  “Tonight, my sweet Ronnie, will be your final initiation. Think you’re ready?” He grinned wickedly.

  What?

  His grin sent tingles throughout my body my pussy tightened as his hand grabbed my ass and squeezed.

  “Of course. I’m ready for anything with you, Ash.”

  Slapping my ass lightly, he turned to walk away.

  “What time, Ash?”

  He turned back around his long black overcoat blowing in the wind.

  “I will pick you up at your place at 7 PM. Oh, and Ronnie…”

  The wind whipped my hair across my face as I struggled to hold it back from my eyes.

  “Yes, Ash?”

  “Leave your panties at home. You won’t need them.”

  I grinned widely feeling my panties already soaking wet. This was going to be a night to remember!

  At precisely 7 PM, I stood ready and waiting at my front door. I decided to wear a deep blue silk g
own with a plunging neckline. My hair lay on my bare shoulders softly curled. The diamond earrings Ash had given me for Christmas dangled to brush my shoulders. And as requested, I had nothing on beneath my gown. The feel of the silk gown against my bare lips felt scandalous.

  As I stood against the back of my couch, I wondered what was in the box. My heart leapt at the thought that it could be an engagement ring. But something in the way Ash spoke about a final ‘initiation’ made me believe it was something else.

  But what?

  Suddenly, a sharp knock alerted me to Ash’s arrival.

  Throwing open the door, he handed me a dozen long stemmed red roses.

  “Ash, they’re perfect!” I inhaled their sweet perfume as I placed them into a vase.

  He shrugged taking my hand.

  “Not as perfect as you.” With that, he kissed me deeply causing me to feel weak in my knees.

  “I take it you did as I asked.” His hand ran up my legs to feel between them. He grinned as he felt my bare wetness.

  “Quite wet already, hmm?” Ash slapped my ass firmly.

  I shivered with anticipation. In less than five minutes, he already had me wet and ready.

  “Let’s go, Ronnie. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

  The stars twinkled in the sky above us as we arrived at his beachside home in Hyannis. Ash ran his hand up my thigh and rested it directly on my pussy.

  “Ronnie, get ready for a night to remember.”

  Excitement raced through me as we walked up to his house. As soon as I walked into the house, I could sense something was different. Soft music was playing and all the lights were dimmed. I could smell a faint aroma of new paint and wood as if there had been some remodeling.

  But I didn’t see anything different.

  Just then, Ash slipped in behind me and wrapped a silk blindfold around my eyes.

  “Ash! What are you doing?”

  “Trust me, Ronnie.”

  He took my hand leading me down a hallway. I walked slowly lest I trip over my high heels. When he stopped, I heard a door open.

  The strong scent of paint, new flooring, and wood hit me in the face. So he did remodel one of the rooms!