Fresh bruises? Tommy looked at Liz. He remembered she said she beat the crap out of him.
“What happened, lady?” the captain asked. “If you don’t want to get hauled downtown, I strongly suggest you answer my question.”
“He fell down the stairs,” Liz said.
“Yeah, you told me that,” the captain said. “And the bruises? How did that happen to him? Stairs didn’t beat him up.”
“I beat his ass with a bat when he tried to rape me,” Liz finally said. Enough with the lawyering up. “The falling down the stairs part was all on him.”
There was more commotion at the front door as it opened again, and a man Liz knew to be the police commissioner entered her home.
“Good morning, sir,” the captain said as the commissioner approached them.
“Good morning.” Then he looked at Liz. “Hello Liz.”
“Mike,” Liz said.
“Nice seeing you again.”
Liz didn’t return the compliment.
“And this gentleman is?”
“The boyfriend,” the captain said.
“Oh yeah? I didn’t know you were dating somebody, Liz. Other than Matt I mean.”
“I wasn’t dating Matt.”
“Okay, to make a long story short, this is the deal,” the commissioner said as if Liz was wasting his time. “Nothing happened here. Got it? The mayor was visiting friends and slipped and fell. An ankle twist, nothing more. No bats, no bruises, no stairs. A broken ankle. Got it?”
“No rape attempt?” Liz asked.
The commissioner frowned. “You’d better be glad I didn’t have my men arrest your arrogant ass!”
But Liz fired back. “He better be glad I didn’t pull out my gun and shoot his rapist ass!” she said. She was about to say more, but Tommy stopped her.
“If she’s not under arrest,” Tommy said, “she’s not giving any more statements.”
The commissioner stared at her. “Nothing happened here,” he said. “Is that clear, Miss Logan?”
Liz stared at him. Then she looked at Tommy. Tommy nodded his head.
“It’s clear,” Liz said.
The commissioner smiled as if he and Liz were suddenly on great terms again. “Good,” he said. “And have a good day folks,” he added, and quickly left. The captain and his men left shortly thereafter.
When they were gone, Tommy leaned back. Liz looked at him. Then she jumped into his arms crying.
Tommy pulled her onto his lap, and held her tightly.
Three days later. It seemed like an eternity ago. The elevator door opened inside the penthouse apartment and Matthew Tennyson stepped off and headed for his kitchen. He walked gingerly, with a cane, as the damage to his ligaments from the fall, and Liz’s beating, had him in near constant pain. But the only thing the citizens knew was that their mayor had fallen at a friend’s house and broken his ankle. Full stop period. That was the reason for the cane. That was the reason for his agony. Talk of bats and rapes and stairs never came up.
He walked over to the refrigerator, pulled out a carton of milk, and began drinking it straight from the carton. The privilege, he felt, of living alone. Then he stood there, taking in the cool of the open door, and exhaled.
“For your ulcer?” a voice asked, and Matthew dropped the milk carton where he stood.
Tommy entered the kitchen, from the living room area of the apartment, and stood at the center island.
“Who the hell are you?” Matthew asked him.
Tommy walked up to the mayor. The mayor began to back up. “I asked you a question,” he said.
“But that’s the thing,” Tommy was saying as he walked the mayor further and further back until the mayor was pinned against the wall. “You didn’t ask Liz. Did you? You just thought you’d take what was hers to give. You didn’t ask her the question. But you want to ask me a question?”
Tommy could hear the mayor’s heartbeat. He was a punk just like Tommy had pegged him. A punk who loved to intimidate women, but cowered around any man. “But since I’m not you,” Tommy continued, “I’ll answer it. What am I doing here, you asked?” Tommy punched him in the gut so hard that Matthew immediately bent over. “I’m here to fuck you up the way you tried to fuck up Liz!”
And Tommy did exactly that. He beat him until he had beaten him down. Once the mayor, pleading for his life, was on the floor, Tommy began kicking his balls and penis without mercy. The more he thought about what this man tried to do to Liz, and would have done to Liz had she not been as resourceful as she had been, he kicked the mayor harder. The mayor curled into a ball, a fetal position, as the kicks wouldn’t cease.
“A broken ankle?” Tommy asked as he kicked. “How about broken balls? Explain that to your constituents. Explain how you’re never get it up again! Explain that motherfucker!”
When Tommy stopped kicking, he stood above the mayor. Then he gave him one last stomp on his distressed balls that caused blood to suddenly appear outside of the mayor’s trousers. The mayor cried in agony. Tommy continued to stand over him. “If you want to live,” he said, “stay away from Liz Logan. You, that crooked-ass police commissioner of yours, and any other flunky you have under your command. Stay away from Liz.”
Then Tommy began to leave. He turned to the anguished mayor. “Your security detail is lousy. You should get that checked.”
Tommy looked at the mayor one last time, and then he left for good.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The months came and went and Tommy and Liz’s relationship flourished. It was still long distance, as they both had companies to run, but Tommy managed to come and see her almost every Friday night, even though he rarely stayed longer than overnight. He had to pick up his daughter on Saturday mornings and he never allowed anything, not even his strong and growing affection for Liz, to interfere with that.
But today was different. Liz had been in the UAE at Kutana’s Dubai bureau, dealing with yet another management issue, and Tommy sent his plane to pick her up. Not to fly her home to Chicago, but to fly her to his home in Seattle.
As Liz sat on the plane and watched it touch down in Seattle, she could feel the nerves bubbling inside of her. This wasn’t her first trip to Tommy’s home, but it was her first trip where it included a meeting with his daughter. For Liz, that was huge. She knew what that little girl meant to Tommy. She knew he had kept his daughter at bay until he had more confidence in their relationship. And now he wanted Liz to meet her. The stakes, Liz felt, were extremely high. Because she also knew what it could mean to her budding relationship with Tommy, if that little girl didn’t like her.
Knocks were heard, and then a crew member opened her cabin door. “Ma’am,” he said, “we have arrived at the destination.”
Liz smiled. “Thank-you,” she said, and gathered up her things.
She would be herself, she thought, and if that kid didn’t like her, then tough. It would be the kid’s loss. Yeah, right. It would be her loss because she knew, no matter how much Tommy would deny it, if that little girl hated Liz’s guts, her relationship with Tommy was going nowhere.
She stood up, took a moment to relax herself, to make sure she was composed and dignified, and then she headed out of her cabin. But when she made her way to the plane’s exit door, and the door opened, she was so pleased to see Tommy standing at the bottom of the stairs she could hardly contain herself. His hair was blowing in the sharp September wind, and his luscious eyes were looking up at her as if he was looking at an angel.
She ran. Forget composure. Forget dignity. She ran as if she couldn’t get to him fast enough.
Tommy’s heart leaped with joy when he saw Liz running to greet him. He’d had so many women in his day, but never did he have one as carefree and full of life as Liz. Even in her darkest days, she found a way to smile. And she made it her duty to never let anybody see her sweat but him. She reserved her most vulnerable moments for him and him alone. It made him love her even more.
And when she
made her way to him with that beautiful white smile that weakened him, he snatched her off the bottom stair and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her pants-clad legs around his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tommy had never met a firebrand quite like Liz. She was quirky and fun and made him feel as if he was the most fortunate man in the world to have a woman like this. And he had her now. He claimed her that morning in Chicago, and never let her go.
When they stopped embracing, but before he let her back on firm ground, he kissed her. It was supposed to be a simple, public kiss. But he could never go halfway with Liz. She wouldn’t allow it. Because she kissed him back. And as soon as he felt the press of her tongue, her teeth, her sweet breath inside of his mouth, he was all-in too.
The crew remained at the top of the stairs, out of respect, but even they weren’t used to their boss behaving this way. For one thing, he’d never sent his plane to pick up one of his women before. And of all the women that had accompanied him on his numerous business trips, he never displayed any public affection toward them the way he was displaying it right now. The crew members even looked at each other. After the end of his relationship with Shoshanna Shanks and his divorce from Grace Gabrini, they laid bets that he would never again have a special lady. Now it was only a year-and-a-half after his divorce and he not only already had a special lady, but he was showing her more affection in public than he used to show his own wife. It was eye-opening.
When he and Liz finally stopped kissing, and Tommy still held her up and in his arms, he looked into her eyes. He gave her that serious, assessing look he always gave her when they came together. It was as if he had to make sure she was okay and her words alone would not be enough for him. He had to see it, in her eyes, for himself. “How do you feel?” he asked her.
“The way Whitney Houston felt when Bobby got out of prison and she greeted him,” Liz said.
“What?” Tommy asked, with a smile and a frown. Liz laughed. He shook his head. “You are one quirky lady, you know that?”
“I know, I know!”
“If we were at home, I’d give you the spanking you deserve.”
“Why do we have to be at home?” Liz joked. “You’re so big and bad, give it to me now.”
Tommy looked at her. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “Okay,” he said, sat her down, and then grabbed her by the hand and slung her back up the stairs of the plane.
“Tommy, what are you doing?” Liz asked nervously. “I was just kidding. Tommy, I was just kidding!”
But he wasn’t. He handed his car keys to one of his crew members, told him to place Miss Logan’s luggage in the trunk and for the rest of them to wait downstairs too. Then he hurried into the plane’s master bedroom, his bedroom, closed and locked the door, and then tossed Liz onto the bed.
Liz’s body bounced when he dropped her onto the bed. She was laughing. “Tommy, you know I was joking, what are you doing?”
“You wanted a spanking,” Tommy said, dropping his pants and underwear and then removing them altogether, along with his shoes, “you’re going to get one.”
But if Liz thought it would be with his hands, she was mistaken. He was going to spank her, but his dick was going to do the work.
He pulled off her shoes and her pants and then stood there, looking at her body, rubbing his dick, preparing it.
“No hands?” she asked him.
“No hands,” he said. “All dick.”
Liz nodded. “I think I can manage a spanking of that nature,” she said with a smile.
“Think so?” Tommy asked, still staring at her, still rubbing his ever-expanding penis. She had no idea just how hard he was about to put it on her. He’d been dreaming about doing her this way, and her wonderful, smart mouth just gave him his opening.
But when he opened her legs, and when his fingers opened her folds, he couldn’t pass up a meal that enticing.
He ate her pussy first. He knelt down and licked her with excruciatingly slow licks. She was soak and wet by the time he was done. If this was to portend what was to come, Liz was expecting a long session of soft, sweet, passionate sex. Tommy had mastered sweet sex just as powerfully as he’d mastered hard.
But he didn’t give her sweet and soft. He didn’t even give her hard. He gave her harder. He laid her onto her stomach, entered her from behind, and began fucking her with such ferocious strokes that she was bouncing with the bed. It started hard and went harder. His balls were slapping against her as he banged her, and slapping her so hard that it made any hand licks feel like kid’s play.
Her ass was on fire as Tommy pounded into it. She was holding onto the bedding as he thrashed into her raw and unapologetically, and kept on thrashing her. And for all of the pain and pleasure, and for all of the fullness that felt as if her insides would explode, Liz loved it! It made her feel as if she was on top of a mountain and falling and falling into the comfort of Tommy’s dick.
And his dick wore her out. He put it on her so fiercely that she let out a scream when she came. It was such an elevated high that she didn’t think such a place existed.
But Tommy knew it did. He knew Liz had it in her. He knew she could take his hardest the way other women could barely take his easiest. And the thought of it, that he could go to the limits with her and she would love it too, made him cum.
And when he came, when he poured into her with a searing release, she became inflamed with his warm, massive leak, and came again.
Tommy laid on top of her back, his dick still stuck up her ass, as he felt the magnificence, the sheer happiness that sex with Liz Logan always made him feel.
He collapsed on top of her, after he came.
His Porsche pulled up to the Gabrini corporate building in downtown Seattle and Liz smiled. “You’re taking me to the office?” she asked him.
He sat behind the wheel a moment longer, and then he looked at her. “No,” he responded.
His look worried Liz. “What is it? Why are you bringing me here then?”
“I need you to meet some people,” he said. “And, more importantly, I need them to meet you.”
Liz didn’t understand. “You want me to meet your staff?” He showed her the Gabrini Corporation before, but he never took her inside or introduced her to his staff. He didn’t want them gossiping about her, and she appreciated that. But did he now have a change of heart? Because she was going to meet his little girl, did he feel it was high time she met his staff too?
“No,” he said. “I want you to meet the women that I have had a relationship with.”
Liz’s heart began to pound. “You mean a sexual relationship?”
“Yes,” Tommy admitted.
“You mean you’ve been seeing these females even after you said we were going to be exclusive?”
“No,” Tommy said with a frown. “Of course not. I haven’t been with another woman since I went exclusive with you. I called them here because I want them to meet you. I want them to understand the full extent of my relationship with you.”
Liz was baffled. What in the world was going on? “I don’t get it, Tommy. Who cares what they understand or don’t understand?”
“You saw what Matthew Tennyson tried to do to you when he realized you had moved on?”
Liz nodded. “Yes. And I know what you did to him in return. I feel between you and me, he got the raw end of that deal.”
“He tried to harm you,” Tommy said as if that was the only point that mattered. “I will not allow any of these ladies to even consider it. I want it out in the open that I will do more than harm them if they so much as entertain the thought of harming you.”
Liz stared at Tommy. What was this really about? Then a thought entered her mind. “Did something happen in the past that makes you want to do this?”
Tommy looked at her. He didn’t expect her to have figured that out, but he was pleased that she had. “Yes,” he said. “I don’t think I conveyed strongly enough what my wife at the time meant to me, and it gave some o
f my lady friends an opening to exploit. I want to make sure they understand there are no openings with you.” His look turned hard. “None.”
Liz had never experienced anything like this before, but then again she’d never had a man who treated her this special before either. “Okay,” she said.
“Sure you can handle it?” Tommy asked her.
She smiled. “Can I handle it? I’ve been in war zones before. What’s a couple jaded ladies to me?”
Tommy knew it was more than a couple, but she would find out for herself. He wanted her to know exactly what she was getting into if their relationship continued on this path.
When he took her upstairs to his corporate board room, Sal was coming out of the door just as they were walking up to it.
“What the hell is going on?” Sal asked his brother as he closed the door.
“When did you get in town?” Tommy asked him.
“Not long ago.”
“You’re staying?”
“A couple nights, yeah.”
“Gemma came with you?”
“She’s still in Vegas. She’s got to be in court tomorrow and all this week probably. Another murder case. But what’s going on in there? Your lady friends are in there, do you know this?”
“I know it.”
“So what is it supposed to be? The ‘I Fucked Tommy’ convention?”
“Not funny,” Tommy responded.
“But what’s going on?” Sal wanted to know.
Tommy looked at his lady. “Excuse us for a moment,” he said to Liz.
“Sure,” Liz said. But when Tommy and Sal moved aside, Liz went inside the boardroom. To see for herself, without the filter of Tommy, what she was up against.
There were more than a couple ladies in the room. In fact, there were six ladies in the room. Most were black, all were beautiful, all were on their smartphones banging out texts, strolling through messages, or talking quietly amongst themselves. When she walked into the room, it was as if she was just another one of them, and nobody, not one, gave her a second glance.
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