Indulging Her Fantasy

by Cara Addison

  “I just ordered you a Pad Thai,” she said quickly.

  “Spicy?”

  “Yes, Nicholas. I do know how you like your pad Thai.”

  He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Aurora. I didn’t intend to snap at you.” He took a step closer to her. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about last night.”

  “I’m sorry for what I said, Nicholas,” she interjected quickly.

  “I am, too, Aurora. I felt sick all day about what I said to you.”

  “Is that what you were working out at the batting cage?” she asked as she took a step toward him.

  “Yes,” he confirmed. “Among other things.”

  “What were you thinking about?” she asked pointedly.

  He paused before answering, gathering his thoughts that he’d battled through all day. “About the…the film,” he finally said with noticeable awkwardness.

  Aurora didn’t speak, choosing to let him share his thoughts unprompted.

  “As a guy, the idea is highly erotic.” He paused and started to pace the floor.

  Aurora waited patiently, taking a sip of her tea as he reflected.

  “All of those guys aroused by one beautiful girl is powerful, and I guess I had always thought that she would find it flattering and a huge turn-on.” He stopped pacing and turned to face her. “Then all day, I kept hearing the disgust in your voice and I started to think about the bukkake experience from her perspective.”

  “And…?” Aurora asked softly.

  “…And I felt sick at the idea that if it were you kneeling there and you weren’t enjoying it…”

  Aurora was taken aback by his statement, but tried not to show it. “You…you thought about me kneeling there?” she stammered.

  “I’m torn on this, Aurora. Knowing you would feel violated made me sick, but if I knew you wanted to be there and you were enjoying the attention and the feeling of having so much control over that much collective pleasure…that would be hot as fuck.”

  “But…but she wasn’t enjoying it, Nicholas. That was my point.”

  He didn’t have to say the words. His annoyed expression very clearly communicated how vividly he remembered the events of the night before.

  “I am truly sorry for what I said to you, Nicholas. I took out my hurt and anger on you and I was wrong.” She took a step closer. Standing tall in front of him with an unwavering voice, she added, “but I am not apologizing for standing up against what I observed.”

  Nicholas sighed. “I missed three pitches thinking about this today,” he said before explaining. “I think men and women view a bukkake differently.”

  No shit.

  “For a guy, it’s about taking the things that are the most masculine about him, his cock and his load, and combining it with what’s most feminine and vulnerable about a woman, her beautiful face and hair.”

  Aurora stood with arms crossed and evaluated his opinion in silence.

  “I know you were repulsed last night because you felt the target was unwilling to be there. You’re probably right,” he conceded. “She was no doubt being paid to kneel there. That is much less appealing.” He leaned heavily against the kitchen island. “If someone could put together a scenario with a beautiful woman like you, who really wanted to take on shot after shot, it would be the hottest thing on the planet.”

  Aurora jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

  “It’s about time. I’m starving,” Nicholas said as he walked to the front door, leaving Aurora to think in silence about his physiological dissemination of the ideal bukkake.

  Chapter 9

  Early Monday morning, Aurora stepped into the shower to begin another demanding week leading the team at F-Five. She usually did her best strategizing in the shower as she planned out the business of the day, but today all she could think about was Nicholas’s comment. Why would he envision me participating in a bukkake? He’s never even suggested such a thing. Why would he say it now?

  As the rich lather washed away, she thought about her own personal feelings. She wondered if she would enjoy a facial if it were Nicholas shooting his hot cum on her face. She felt a twinge between her legs, surprised that she might be aroused by the thought.

  As she sat in the back of the black town car that navigated her through traffic on her way to her office in the heart of the garment district, her thoughts were again interrupted by the thought of standing in front of Nicholas, waiting patiently for him to fire off his thick and heavy load as she watched him stroke his cock. Lightheaded and woozy, she realized she had been holding her breath, mesmerized by the thought of pleasing him in such a way.

  Again, as she waited for her computer to come to life and for her morning coffee to be delivered, she found herself distracted by the thought of a facial. I have got to stop thinking about this!

  When Washington arrived, pushing his cart of coffee and breakfast offerings, Aurora finally snapped back into business mode. “Washington,” she gushed. “Am I happy to see you.”

  “Oh Miss Reagan, I know it’s my fresh brewed coffee that you look forward to each morning, not this wrinkled old man.”

  “Nonsense. You know I love to see your smiling face each morning.”

  Her flattery made him smile even wider. “My Martha says hello, Miss Reagan, and she wanted you to know that she is feeling much better now that she’s home from those special treatments.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that. She is getting her strength back?”

  “Indeed, ma’am. She is up and around and even stepped out for a short walk yesterday.”

  “She’s eating and gaining strength?”

  Washington chuckled. “She told me just this morning that she had a hankering for some of her momma’s sweet potato pie, so she must be getting her appetite back.”

  Aurora was thrilled. Results from the experimental treatment for Martha’s rare type of cancer were mixed, with some patients responding better than others. When all conventional medicine had failed, Aurora had insisted that Washington consider the new treatment, making arrangements and paying for the expensive procedure herself.

  “Martha says that any day you’re in Queens, you should stop by. She’d be delighted to see you, Miss Reagan.”

  Aurora quickly scanned her calendar. She couldn’t be certain until her personal assistant arrived, but it looked like her schedule might be clear the next afternoon. “I’m over that way tomorrow, I’ll double check with my assistant, and if it works out, I’d love to stop in and see for myself how Martha is doing.”

  Washington knew there was no reason why the executive would need to be in Queens the next day, or any day for that fact. He knew she’d be making a special trip out to see his wife. “I’ll let her know you’ll be stopping by.”

  As soon as her assistant arrived, Aurora made sure that she arranged a car service to take the executive out to the quiet neighborhood in Queens where Washington and Martha had spent their entire married lives together. As a special treat, Aurora asked her assistant to find a bakery that would make an old-fashioned sweet potato pie. She’d like to surprise Martha with the delicious treat on her visit.

  * * * *

  When Aurora stepped out from the backseat of the black Lincoln and onto the cracked sidewalk in front of the little white house, she had a white box in hand. The still-warm pie smelled delicious and incredibly tempting. As she made her way up the walk and pushed open the wrought iron gate, Aurora noticed a broken hinge that caused the metal to creek loudly and tilt off kilter as she pushed it open. With his focus on Martha, Aurora wondered how many projects Washington had put off during the past few months of treatments.

  Stepping up to the front door, Aurora observed the crisp white paint to be chipped and fading in many areas. This house needs to be repainted. She glanced at the wooden framed windows. This entire house needs some TLC. Knowing Washington had to be in his late sixties, Aurora shuddered at the thought of him climbing up a wobbly ladder to paint the second floor window trim.


  Her thoughts shifted to Martha when a moment later, the diminutive woman opened the door. Aurora had half expected her to look frail, but with a wide smile, her host welcomed her enthusiastically into the small comfortable home. “Miss Reagan, what a pleasure it is to see you.”

  “This is for you.” Aurora offered the pie after a polite hug.

  “I don’t even have to look in this box to know that you’ve brought me a sweet potato pie, dear. It smells just like the ones my mother used to make.”

  “I do hope you enjoy it, Martha. That car is going to smell heavenly for days, I can assure you.”

  “Please come in, my dear. I’ve just made some tea. Can I pour you a cup?”

  For the next hour, the two ladies talked. Martha shared bits about her treatment and recovery, but Aurora really relaxed and enjoyed herself when Martha brought out a picture album from her early days of being married to Washington. Aurora listened intently as Martha reminisced about their early days of married life. It gave Aurora great pleasure to hear Martha laugh and to see her smile. Almost weekly, she was invited to donate time or money to one cause or another. Giving made her feel good, but it was helping Washington and Martha on this medical journey that gave her unparalleled satisfaction.

  After two cups of tea and many laughs, Aurora excused herself for the trip back into Manhattan. She was keenly aware that Martha needed her rest as much as she needed social interaction.

  As soon as she was settled into the backseat of the car, Aurora placed a call to her office. Together, with the help of her executive assistant, Aurora made plans to have Martha’s house repainted and the wrought iron fence repaired. All invoices were to be sent directly to Aurora to be taken care of.

  * * * *

  Shareholders were thrilled with the solid performance by F-Five as they began the second quarter. Each day, the executive team worked on the pending acquisition of Mayberry. Eager to expedite the designer brand’s return to glory, the board of the British company cooperated fully with all legal and financial requirements and regulatory bodies. They made it clear to the media and to shareholders that joining F-Five was a tremendous opportunity and that it should be supported fully.

  With investors rallying around the Mayberry stock after the announcement it would be acquired by F-Five, the stock price improved each and every day. Aurora kept a close eye on the Mayberry stock, knowing that to finalize the transaction, F-Five would likely have to pay an acquisition premium. At the time of their pitch, F-Five had offered more per share than it was value on the stock market. Now, just a few weeks later, Mayberry stock was worth considerably more than it had on the day she had flown to London.

  Aurora was thankful that she had given the directive to buy up as much Mayberry stock as possible in those early days.

  Chapter 10

  Is your schedule still free tonight?

  Of course it is. You know I wouldn’t miss this. I can’t wait to see you, Aurora texted back.

  Fantastic. See you at seven.

  Do you need anything from the house? I planned to stop and change before heading to the stadium.

  Her phone beeped immediately. Nope. I have what I need. See you soon.

  Aurora loved it when Nicholas had a social event that she could be involved in. Tonight, he’d invited her to join him for a cocktail party to acknowledge his corporate sponsors. She knew he had been putting this event together for weeks. She also knew that his professional reputation was very important to him. This event kicked off his entire season of sponsor seeking.

  An hour later, she left the office before five o’clock, for the first time in months. Her driver fought traffic before arriving at the brownstone with enough time for her to execute a quick change of clothing before heading north to Yankee stadium.

  She quickly shed her business suit and touched up her makeup before slipping on a black and white sleeveless cocktail dress by Carolina Herrera that accentuated her breasts and curvy figure. With a neck and hemline adorned with a threaded paillette fringe she felt both feminine and sexy. She slipped into a pair of strappy designer heels and made her way back to the car.

  At ten minutes before seven, the car pulled into the stadium parking lot. She followed her escort through the building, entering the executive suite just before seven o’clock.

  “Aurora, you look beautiful,” Nicholas said as he walked across the empty room. “Everyone will be here in a moment,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve got a minute of you all to myself.”

  “Where is everyone?” she asked after a long soft kiss.

  “They’re just wrapping up a tour. They’re on the way over from the media center.”

  “Mmmm. Time for one more kiss?” she asked suggestively.

  “Two,” he promised.

  He was just pulling back from a long sweet kiss when she heard voices in the hall. “I love you,” she whispered quickly before the room suddenly filled with people.

  Executives and their spouses from corporations around the United States joined together with baseball players and front office staff as waiters and waitresses with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres magically appeared. With his hand on the small of her back, Nicholas introduced her around the room as Aurora Reagan. Tonight, and every night when she was with Nicholas, she was just Aurora. No fancy titles or corporate expectations.

  Nicholas was always proud to have Aurora on his arm. He knew that she loved to be the center of attention, and she was gorgeous and intelligent enough that she always was.

  When guests asked her about the fashion business, she would offer a polite but succinct answer before asking a question about baseball or the Yankees, intentionally turning the conversation back to focus on Nicholas.

  Aurora knew that many in the room knew that she was the chief executive of F-Five, but tonight, she preferred the title of Nicholas’s girlfriend.

  After four hours of schmoozing and shaking hands, the last executive finally left the party. Front office staff lingered for another hour, congratulating and toasting Nicholas. Every single corporation had committed to renewing their sponsorship dollars for another year. Many were looking forward to the upcoming season. Two had invited Nicholas and Aurora to join them at the spring training camp.

  When they finally stepped back inside the brownstone, Aurora was exhausted. “My feet are killing me,” she exclaimed as she stepped out of her shoes. “I’m going to go soak in the tub.”

  As she made her way upstairs, she heard Nicholas in the kitchen, pouring a much needed drink after a long night of sipping club soda while everyone else guzzled top shelf liquor and vintage wines.

  While the huge soaker tub filled with hot water, Aurora tidied up her work clothes that were strewn across the bed. She stepped out of her cocktail gown and put away her shoes in the expansive walk-in closet. By the time she was finished, the tub was ready. She stepped into the deep vessel and sank under the warm waters that enveloped her tired body.

  A few minutes later, she heard Nicholas in the bedroom. “Nicholas,” she called out. “Come sit with me.”

  She saw the reflection of him standing in the doorway in the mirror above the double sink. “Tell me about your day. How did the tour go?”

  Wrapped in his robe, he sat down on the bench he’d built just for this purpose. “It’s been a long day, Aurora. I just want a drink and to crawl into bed.”

  She had her work cut out for her. “You looked like you were having a good time talking to the guy from Coke. What did he say?”

  Nicholas sat back and chuckled. As he recounted the story he’d been told, Aurora lifted her leg out of the water to run a soapy sponge down her limb. Her freshly painted toenails sparkled through the bubbles. She couldn’t help but noticed that Nicholas stopped talking in mid-sentence as the sponge dipped below the surface of the water.

  “Are you touching yourself?” he asked curiously.

  “No,” she said innocently. “Not yet.” She drew the sponge across her body, up her shoulder, a
nd down her arm.

  “Are your nipples hard?” he asked slowly.

  She could hear the desire in his voice. “Let me check,” she said sassily. She ran the bubble filled sponge back up her arm and toward her chest where it disappeared under the water.

  “Are they?”

  She glanced across the room at him. “A little,” she said breathlessly.

  “Fuck. You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “I’m having a bath,” she said innocently.

  “Your pussy had better be as wet as I am hard,” he warned.

  “Just a second,” she said with a naughty smile. “Let me check.”

  “Fuck, woman,” he cursed.

  As the sponge floated on the surface, she dipped her hand between her legs. “Damp, I’d say.”

  He was immediately by her side, standing at the edge of the tub. “Let me see.”

  She lifted her fingers to the surface. They glistened even after water finished dripping from them. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and gave them a long lick. ”Definitely wet,” she confirmed.

  She looked up to see that his robe had fallen to the floor and he was stroking his hard cock.

  “Rub your clit for me,” he begged.

  She dipped her hand back between her legs, delicately touching a finger to her pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re teasing me,” he groaned. “Spread your knees for me,” he directed.

  She obliged, dropping her knees until they touched the smooth porcelain surface on either side of her. She ran her fingers up the middle of her pussy, watching his face as he focused intently on the action between her legs. She smiled inwardly. She had him just where she wanted him. The sight of him standing next to her, vigorously stroking his cock, turned her on more than the sensations caused by her own fingers. When she saw the muscles in his powerful thighs tighten, she knew he was close.

  “Oh god, Aurora, you’re making me come.”

  Before he could step back, she reached up and wrapped her warm, wet fingers around the base of his cock. She held him in position and with her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth.