by Avery Aster
“Second, Mr. Truman, you need to relax when you’re up there, be comfortable.” She massaged his inner thighs.
“Oui, mademoiselle.” He dropped his head back in the seat, suddenly feeling more relaxed about speaking in public.
“Third, don’t act contrite with the group if you start to get nervous.” Playfully, she nipped at his shaft.
“Got it. Just as you should never apologize for being scared to get closer to me, or try for a relationship. Go with it, with us, and let it be.” Taddy, don’t push me away.
“A relationship?” She gripped his dick harder.
“Glad you can say the R word without stuttering. We’ll talk about us after the conference.”
Taddy redirected her focus to the lecture. “Fourth, know your material. And you do. You’ve read the presentation.” She traced her tongue over his bulge for a few seconds, then slipped it into her mouth.
“Similar to how you know my body by now?” He enjoyed her mouth; the suction was tight. “You know you can take it all.” Warner held the back of her head as she took him. “Taddy, suck my cock harder, baby girl.”
Her head bobbed with natural ease. Wiping her mouth, she instructed, “Fifth, realize your audience is there to see you succeed, not fail.” She licked his nuts as he spurted pre-cum.
“Aaaah, like how I want to see us succeed as a couple.” He loved having her nails rake his pubic hair. Taddy went back at his cock again. Working him over as she went fast. The more he talked about a relationship the harder she went down on him. She was avoiding any talk about them as a couple. Damn you, woman.
She withdrew his cock from her mouth, making a loud popping sound. “Ready for number six?” she asked.
“Yes.” He sank his body farther back in the chair. His toes were starting to curl.
“Own the room. I bet you’ve stood in the main ballroom a million times. You understand where voices carry, where lighting is good, where the best photos should be taken.” She went back to sucking and moaned in pleasure as if tasting something sweet.
“Fuck, Taddy, I’m going to come.” His body trembled.
“Seven—practice over and over again. Sorta like how I’m getting it on with your monster dick.” She slid her hand tight around his shaft and pumped. One. Two. Three.
“I’ve enjoyed our weekend.” Warner looked forward to her getting real. He wanted to meet her friends and see where she lived in addition to getting to know her better. But he couldn’t think about that now. Right now his thoughts were on coming.
“And number eight, the last one is for you to concentrate. Focus!”
Rockets shot high, making that impossible, all he thought about was her.
Taddy stuck her tongue out.
His pearl liquid streamed across her open mouth. “Good girl.”
“Mmm—mine.” Taddy laced her tongue around his penis and drank him dry. “By far the best job I’ve given.” She glanced up and smiled at him.
Warner leaned forward and nuzzled his nose to hers. “Perhaps because you made it work-related,” he observed and kissed her. You’re not going to hide behind your PR firm forever.
* * * * *
“This is a full house.” Warner couldn’t believe it. He was by no means a star, let alone very good at public speaking. His throat was closing up.
“Everyone came, just as I expected.” Taddy smiled.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes you can. Just remember what I told you.” Taddy grabbed his hand giving him a loving squeeze.
“Okay.”
“Let me welcome everyone. Then I’ll introduce you.” Taddy headed to the podium leaving Warner in the back of the room.
Taddy gave a small wave and smile to a few reporters sitting in the front row as if they were old friends. She mouthed, “Thank you for coming.” It was obvious she knew these people. These were her peers. Taddy owned it.
“Good morning. I’m Taddy Brill, from Brill, Inc.” She spoke with such ease and confidence.
The cameras flashed in her face but she seemed to embrace the attention.
“Thank you for joining us this morning. Obviously from the turnout, this is a significant event. This speaks to the interest you have in Hôtel du France and Truman Enterprises.”
He could hear people breathing. The room was dead silent. Everyone hung on her words.
“We have an exciting presentation for you today. You’ll be leaving here with insights on where the luxury hotel industry is headed next and it’s not Hôtel du Anal, I promise you that.”
The crowd laughed and clapped.
“I do ask one thing before we start.”
Huh?
“Our speaker is a little shy.”
The journalists giggled. Who knew Taddy was such a ham?
“Please refrain from taking any photos or asking any questions ‘til he’s finished with his presentation. I don’t want to trip him up.” Taddy smiled jokingly but the reporters knew her rules. They seemed to love her all the more. “Afterward we’ll open the floor up for questions.” She smiled at Warner. “I’d like to introduce the man of the hour.”
God, please don’t let me screw this up. Taddy’s worked so hard.
“He’s been a mystery for most of you for far too long.” Taddy spoke freely without reading from her cards. “He started Truman Enterprises with one bed-and-breakfast over a decade ago and has since grown Truman Enterprises into the world’s leading resort chain. Ladies,” Taddy paused. “Gentlemen,” she held her hands out. “I give you—Warner Truman.”
Warner walked up to the front of the room and took the microphone. Taddy stood to his left about two feet behind him. It made him feel more confident knowing she was within reach.
“Thank you, Miss Brill.” He faced the group. This wasn’t so bad. “Good morning.” He greeted them and started the presentation.
Reporters, bloggers and TV producers from North and South America, Africa and Europe had come to hear the Hôtel du France presentation.
He elaborated on the touch-points Taddy had created. To his surprise, Warner felt at ease with the cameras when they posed after the question and answer session.
By the end of the day, Truman Enterprises on the New York Stock Exchange increased 301.7 percent. The shares rose 2.4 percent for his corporation. Impressed, Warner offered Taddy a seat on his executive board.
Taddy declined.
Chapter Seventeen
On His Knees
Warner hated seeing Taddy leave. As their time neared the end, he feared she’d put her walls up as demonstrated last night and earlier this morning. She’d agreed not to make things hard, but fear had been etched on Taddy’s face. Her issues may be deeper than he guessed.
“Let’s roll.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay in Cannes longer?” Be with me.
“I’d love to, but I must get home.” She kissed him. “You promise you’ll come see me in New York before you go to Asia?”
“Yes.” The limo pulled into the parking lot. “My driver is here. Thank you for letting me take you to the airport.”
“I’m happy to spend these moments with you.” Her hands shook when she held his arm.
The chauffeur collected her leather roller bag.
“Careful with my belongings please,” she ordered.
“Oui, Mademoiselle.” His driver placed the bags in the trunk.
“After you.” Warner took her hand and helped her into the car. She stepped into the limo. Damn he was going to miss her. It was inconceivable to have separation anxiety from someone he barely knew, but the twists in his stomach proved otherwise.
He got in with her, hoping she’d sit on his lap.
Taddy didn’t. He could tell that after the conference she’d snapped back into work mode. She was Taddy Brill. He’d lost his Red. The second the press conference started, her face had changed to what he’d seen at the police station—a woman on a mission to rule the world.
While they drove, R
ed accepted calls, fired off emails and thumb punched text messages from across the limo. He’d not seen her so serious earlier. She was now taking calls and treating him as if he didn’t matter.
He too was a busy man. He now owned eleven hotel, resort and spa brands on five continents. Truman Enterprises covered upscale, mid-market and budget…but he’d mastered the art of delegation. His assistants coordinated assistants, and those assistants also had staffed assistants. Taking time off was part of creating balance. Taddy, on the other hand, hid behind her business.
“Did you see The Observer this morning?” Taddy asked.
“No, why?” When would I have the time? Err…she’s avoiding our talk.
Red handed him her tablet computer.
Adjusting the screen to eye level, he read, “Manhattan Gay Socialite Thor Edwards in Line to Inherit Great-Grandmother’s $90 Million Manhattan Mansion.”
“New York City has room for mansions?” Did she want him to buy her the property and kick the Thor dude out? Warner could. He would if he was given the time for their relationship to develop. Whatever she wanted.
“It’s an eighteen-thousand-square-foot townhouse in Greenwich Village. You’ve heard about Thor. Haven’t you?”
“No.” He returned the mobile tablet to her.
“He’s sorta NYC famous. My vice president, Blake Morgan, and Thor are best friends. We all went to Avon Porter Academy together. Thor’s an eccentric gay, and a riot.” Taddy returned her view to the screen and kept typing. “I must secure this project.”
“Why?”
“I want to publicize his new house after he guts it for gilded renovation. Architectural Digest would love having Thor for a cover story.” She offered him a head-spinning stare.
“How many clients does your firm manage?”
“About a hundred or so campaigns run monthly, why?” Eyes fixed on the screen, Taddy didn’t look at him when she replied. He hated that.
“Isn’t that enough?” Warner wanted her to take some time off in the near future, not induce more work.
“Look who’s talking?”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t cha think you have enough hotels—enough spas? Jesus. What’s with your comment?”
“I wasn’t implying—” He knew better than to have asked. Warner hadn’t known her long, but the guarded game she was playing with him in the limo ride wasn’t hard to figure out. Taddy was going to go back to New York, burying herself in her career, and forget all about him. That much he assumed.
“What?”
“Never mind.” Warner couldn’t care less what she did with her clients. Her shtick wasn’t to make more money. Riches didn’t motivate Taddy. He hadn’t pinpointed yet what did. Her work ethic was impeccable and respected. When she stepped out to greet the journalists, they had pounced on her for attention. Taddy Brill was famous and could’ve run the press conference without him.
“Why are you sitting so far away? Come here, Red.” He tapped his palm over the bucket seat next to him. For just a second, his thoughts were on last night. God, her hungry body hugging his and then her tight ass being broken in had felt heavenly.
“In a second, darling.” She blinked up at him, gracing him with an intense green flash of her eyes. “Let me finish this email to Neve before we get to the airport. Blake managed her account over the weekend, but she needs a little bit of Taddy-time.”
Why is she going cold? “Have your assistant take care of it.”
“Kiki is in Utah this week, remember?”
“Right.” Damn.
“Without Kiki there to be my filter, the office keeps forwarding me all the communication.”
“That’s your last email. Then I have you all to myself until we get to the airport.” He understood her desire was to be in demand, to feel important, to get the job done. He got that much from her. However, did she know he needed her too? Right this very second!
“Yes, darling, you’ll have me.” She tapped her gemstone-incrusted timepiece for amusement and added, “For one hour.”
They were nowhere close to the airport. Taddy’s flight departed from Nice. With enough time, he’d listen and she’d talk. But how? She avoided talking to him. Really talking. He figured Taddy was similar to a man in the way that to get her attention he’d have to use sex. If he was going to get her to open up, he’d need to turn her on, wind her up and let her unravel, telling him what it was like to be in that head of hers and how she felt. He must know before she got out of the car.
He pushed the privacy button. The see-through partition glass separating them from the driver suddenly frosted opaque. The rear windows soon followed, giving them complete privacy. We’re close, Taddy, to your feelings. Let me touch you again. We’ll make love…
“You fogged the screen?”
“Ahuh.”
“Why?”
He grinned. She knew better than to even ask.
“Not here, not now. Warner.” Taddy typed faster. Her PR firm’s time was up.
“Right here, and yes, right now.” He slid off the leather seat onto his knees. It was finally the moment alone he’d imagined since this morning when they were last together. He figured approximately one hundred and eighty minutes had passed since he’d caressed her last.
“I told you, Neve’s up for a huge licensing handbag deal. I promised to counsel her today and I have so much to do for my Candy Land Ball. I should’ve worked this weekend.”
“Stop.”
“I’m kicking myself.” Taddy crossed her legs. He crawled closer to her. She pointed a long finger in a no-no motion about two centimeters from his nose with her left hand.
“No more work chatter, young lady.”
“Is the no shop talk agreement starting right now? Shall I set my watch?” Taddy kept typing with her right hand, trying to buy more time.
“Take off your Rolex.” He kissed her left hand that beckoned him to depart. He wanted her to forget about the time. It should stand still for a while. “Turn off the cell and mobile tablet too.” Licking her fingers in a playful way, he bit her gently with his teeth. I could eat you. I will have you. Forever my Red. He sucked on her pointer finger. She tasted as she always did—überfeminine and mischievous. Warner pulled her closer into him and farther away from her work. “You’re not flying to New York.”
“I’m not?” Her copper eyebrows arched in surprise.
“Nope,” he confirmed, nesting into his favorite spot—between her legs. “My intention is to keep you to myself for as long as possible.” Warner knew he was selfish.
“Why would you want to do such a thing like that?” Her lips curled, perhaps with an unexpected revelation.
“Greedy perhaps. I’m in no frame of mind to share you with anyone.”
“Don’t you want to hear what I’m in the mood for?”
“I have my assumptions,” he hinted, rubbing her inner thighs. “You have no desire to have fun with your Big Daddy this afternoon.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth.” Taddy was turned on. He could tell by her neck. It blushed for him.
“Wanna know what I want to put in my mouth?” Rolling his sleeves up, he didn’t wait for her to respond. He spread her legs with an authoritative force. I want inside Red. He hooked his middle and ring finger around the silk panties covering her labia. Warner stared, waiting to continue.
His Red nodded with enthusiasm.
Bit by bit, as if releasing white doves to the heavens, he pulled her undies down. Balling the lusciousness in his right hand, he decided he must. I can’t help myself. It’s my drug, my crack…you. Eyes closed, he buried his nose against the soft material as it tickled his nostrils. He inhaled one shallow take. Aaah.
Her tuberose scent lingered on her lingerie.
“Warner, I’ve never seen a guy sniff a woman’s—”
“I love your smell. Pure heaven.” With each whiff, his dick grew and ached for an escape from his pants. I’m high on your perfume, on you.
/> “Let me.” She leaned forward and unzipped his linen slacks to half-mast. It gave him some breathing room.
Red spread her legs wide. Blush-to-roseate wonder met his gaze as he stared. Fucking yes. Her flesh felt smooth to his touch. Taddy’s swollen cunt had subsided from last night’s love fest. “Red, look at you.”
Debauchery magazine, along with her folder marked “Baden Cosmetics”, fell to the floor. She’d pushed her work to the side.
Was she giving in?
Unbuttoning her jacket, he held her luscious breasts hostage. She licked her fingers assuredly and then played with her nipples.
Now we’re talking, Red.
Arching her back off the car seat, she removed her top and dropped it on the floor behind him. Then she unhooked her mink with fuchsia floral lace bra.
“No,” he commanded. “Those are mine.” Her breasts were semi-exposed and perfect. He wanted to suck on them—later. Patience. One Taddy dessert at a time.
“Will you be unwrapping my tah-tahs?” Through her bra, she massaged her left areola. Goading him, Taddy repeated those actions on her right. Her dark pinkish nipples hardened through the peek-a-boo scalloped trim.
“Yes, Red, I have unfinished business to attend to down here. Then I’ll get to your tah-tahs up there.” He leaned in closer, lifting her exquisite, long legs over his shoulders.
She hunkered her tiny ass farther into the limo seat, no doubt ready for him to eat her out. Once he started, he couldn’t stop until he had tongue-fucked each and every opening of her able-bodied self.
In all-inclusive Warner Truman style, this included but wasn’t limited to French kissing her razor-sharp mouth, lashing his tongue over her quick-to-wet cranny, and deep diving his tongue down her very disobedient ass, all with the hope she’d be a little more communicative with him.
Warner rubbed his wet tongue over her clitoris, humming to vibrate her flesh.
“My God, Warner.” She tightened her body around him as if she were a starfish anchoring itself to a rock after being lost at sea.
He’d be her rock if she’d let him. Please let me.
