by Lora Ann
I continued my ministrations and eased two fingers into her core. I could feel my own fingers working her g-spot against my cock. Unable to hold back another second, I came on a roar. While our breathing settled back to normalcy, I made love to her mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled, just as our bodies had. With no desire to break our connection, I stayed buried inside her body. Eventually I eased out of her, rolled over onto my back and pulled her on top of my chest. We, then, continued to mate with our mouths.
*****
We must’ve fallen asleep. I awoke to her warm tongue on my balls. Ah, what a way to be greeted. Her warm, wet tongue traced the underside of my cock before her mouth captured the head. She licked along the crown, causing me to fist her hair and arch my back. “Hmm,” she hummed, bringing forth a burst of moisture. After that she went to work, and took me all the way to the back of her throat. She used one hand to fist my shaft while she followed her mouth. With her other hand, she stroked my sac. I had no desire to come—just yet—so I gently pulled her off.
She licked her lips as she tilted her head to the side. “Something wrong?” she asked seductively.
“God, no,” I declared, “It’s just that I want you to climax with me.”
She grinned before turning her body around and straddling my chest. “Much better,” I praised and then ran my tongue along her feminine folds.
She groaned in response. Against her core I spoke, “So fucking beautiful,” before I licked her perineum. A tremor traveled along her body.
Next thing I knew, she imitated me along the same muscle on my body. Her one hand went back to work, stroking my rod from root to tip. There was suddenly something very wet applied to my asshole. Oh, shit. She doesn’t plan to… Her tongue was assisting with the lube along my sensitive seam. I wasn’t sure about this. Never had I let anyone touch me there. Not since that horrible almost rape at the God forsaken prison, in which, the only other person with that knowledge was now gone. Matter of fact, I was generally pretty damn squeamish when it came to anal play on me. Yet, there was something so erotic about what she was doing. And I would be a liar, if I said it didn’t feel unbelievable. Her hot, little mouth began to softly suckle my balls, once again, joining her hand that was busy stroking me off. There was no way I could hold back the orgasm. I dove with my tongue as far into her core as possible, and, with my fingers, gently plucked her clit. No way was I coming without her. I felt my lower spine tighten as the pressure ramped up in my gonads. When she slid her forefinger into my rosebud—far enough to caress my prostate—I erupted fiercely, taking her right along with me.
I held on to her bucking hips with all I had as we fell to our sides. And that was when I lost control of my emotions. There was no containing the sob that broke. Aimee suddenly climbed my body and held me tightly against her breasts. They were wet and sticky from me, yet I didn’t care. I let out all the fear, anger, and frustration of the incident all those years ago. It was just one of the many nightmares I wished I didn’t have.
She softly crooned, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
As I blinked back the tears, I looked up at her. “You’ve no idea what that means to me.”
She caressed my hair and coaxed, “Why don’t you tell me what this is all about.”
I straightened up, placing some pillows behind my neck and shoulders for support. Then I eased her onto my lap, facing away from me. Next, I pulled the covers over us and bared my soul. “I was almost gang raped while in prison.”
“Oh my God,” she gasped, “I didn’t know.” She tried to turn around, but I held her firmly to me.
“I know that,” I answered self-deprecatingly. “No one does. Well, except Lorenzo. And he’s not telling anyone from six feet under.”
She composed herself and inquired, “Is that how he saved your life?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose it is. That damn gang was going to make sure they abused me every which way before they finally offed me.”
She swallowed hard. “Did they…touch you?”
I shook my head emphatically. “Not there. They’d just beaten the crap out of me, and managed to get my pants to my ankles when Lorenzo and his gang arrived on the scene.”
“I’m so sorry, Nikko. If I had known…”
“Shh, lille,” I reassured. “It was a long time ago. Like I said, nothing else happened.” I scoffed, “Well, not of that particular variety. That was the night I was brought into the fold and branded.”
She exclaimed, “What?!” Then she turned herself around so she was facing me. With her knees on either side of my hips, she held my face in both hands. “You said ‘branded.’ What do you mean by that?”
I ran my fingers along hers as I eased my hair back on my right side to expose the LD brand that was there. Tears slid down her cheeks when the fingers of her left hand traced the mark. “How come I never noticed this before?”
I was fairly sure she asked herself this question. But I went ahead and answered, “It’s not very obvious. Plus, I make sure it stays hidden.”
She leaned forward and kissed the puckered skin. “I thought it was a scar. I never once thought to investigate it further.”
“Nothing you could’ve done differently—it is what it is.”
She began to trace the initials with the tip of her tongue. Then her right hand slipped between our bodies as she positioned the head of my cock inside her. Easing down, she rode me softly and tenderly. It was exactly what I needed—sexual healing. I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her, with all the reverence I had for her. This climax was slow and easy. And the sleep that followed was peaceful and nightmare free. Aimee was the balm to my wounded soul. And she owned me—like no one ever had or ever would. Forever.
*****
The next morning I was edgy with anticipation. Not wanting to blow my surprise for her had made me slightly punchy. Poor thing couldn’t move fast enough for me. Once we were in the car, she read me the riot act. “Knock it off, Nik! I have no idea what has gotten into you, but you have to stop acting like this. Enough, already.”
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips. “I’m sorry, lille. I’m a bit excited, is all.”
Her brow arched. “And why is that?”
I smiled, “You’ll see in due time.”
She gave me a petulant huff, but didn’t say anything more. Good. I wasn’t completely sure I could keep a lid on it for much longer.
We arrived downtown, and I parked the Aston Martin AM 310 Vanquish. On our ride up the elevator, she queried, “Is this where your offices are located?”
I half-smiled. “This is my building. So, yes, my main cooperate office for the West Coast division is here.”
“Oh.” She shot me a wary glance, but didn’t say anything else.
I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “’S no big deal, Aimee. Relax. You’ll be fine.”
She shook her head and said, “So you say.”
I chuckled as the doors opened. As I placed my hand at the small of her back, I escorted her to my assistant. “Hello, Emil. Could you please make sure my nine o’clock is comfortable? I’ll just be a few minutes.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
Before I forgot, I introduced Aimee and Emil. Then we made our way to the back corner of the floor. When I opened the door wide, I motioned her to precede me. She entered the elaborate office, turned and inquired, “Is this yours?”
I ran my hand through my hair and closed the door behind me. “No.”
She walked over to the feminine black desk and looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. “If it’s not yours, Nik, then whose is it?”
I walked up behind her and coiled my arms around her waist. “Yours,” I whispered in her ear.
She spun in my arms, clutched my shoulders and sputtered, “What…did you just say?”
I cupped her face in my hands and stated, “You heard me.”
She held my gaze with intensity as moisture glistened behind her lashes, bu
t didn’t fall. “I don’t understand.”
I brushed my lips against hers gently and expounded, “My gift to you.”
“What exactly are you giving me, Nikko?”
“Your own division,” I apprised confidently.
“Of your company?” she inquired cautiously.
I pressed my forehead against hers and explained, “You’re in charge of our hotels.”
“Our h-hotels?” she gasped, “W-What do you mean, ‘in charge’?”
“Congratulations, Mrs. Strand. You are the new head executive of our remarkable hotel division. Last count, we owned about twenty-five world-wide.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” She had an incredulous look in her eyes.
Man, I loved that she had never once anticipated this. “No, lille. It’s all very real—and yours.”
She blinked several times, hard. Then, I watched as the gears clicked into place. “I’m in charge. I’m the boss. You’ve just given me what I would’ve had to work a good ten years for.”
I kissed her again. “Yes. That about sums it up.”
She squealed with joy. The next thing I knew, she was in my arms and her lips were locking with mine. After a few moments, she murmured, “Thank you,” over and over again against my mouth.
Now that went better than I had planned. I returned her impassioned kiss before the intercom buzzed in. “Mr. Strand, your nine o’clock is enjoying coffee in your office as we speak.”
“Thank you, Emil. I’ll be right there.”
I held Aimee’s hand. “I need to go. Have a look around. Your PA will be in shortly.”
She stood on tip-toes and pecked me chastely on the cheek. “I love you, Nikko Mathias Strand.”
I beamed as I strode to the door, opening it wide. Over my shoulder I called, “That’s a mighty good thing.” I winked before closing the door behind me.
All the way to my office there was a spring in my step, and I didn’t give a damn who noticed. I was a man madly in love with his wife. Together, we would make one hell of a team—at home and in the cooperate world. Happy didn’t even begin to cover how I felt at that moment. I knew full well that my commitments, along with my work, kept me away from home. This was the perfect solution. Bonus was, Aimee had the education to pull this off without a hitch, and I would have her close by. Win-win, if you asked me. She would hopefully see it that way, too, because the thought of being away from her for twelve-plus hours a day would not work for me. Ever.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Aimee
While I stood by the elegant desk, I took in my spacious office. It was decorated in a feminine, yet classic way—with shades of violet accented with grays, brushed silver, and black. Honestly, I couldn’t have chosen better if I had done it all myself. The man knew me too well. I smiled as I gazed out at the incredible view of downtown San Francisco—incredulous that my husband would think to give me something so extraordinary. The mansion was magnificent, yet it had been his all along. He could’ve bought me my favorite car, but I really didn’t care what I drove as long as it was safe. No, he knew the one thing I’d always dreamed of was my own company, and/or running my own hotels. Unbelievable. After such a short time, he understood me better than most.
As I stood there lost in my musings, in walked an impeccably dressed tall, thin man. He held out his hand and introduced, “I am Adrian, your personal assistant, Mrs. Strand.”
I was utterly speechless for a moment; finally, I shook hands with the man. “How do you do?”
After the awkwardness passed, Adrian brought me up to speed on the projects at hand, along with the meetings I had scheduled for the next day. I was apparently to take a look-see of our hotel down by Fisherman’s Wharf in about an hour. Once he left, I sat down, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Unsure if I could pull this off with no hands on experience behind my belt. Yet if I was anything, I was tenacious. Time to dig my heels in and make things work. And that was just what I began to do.
When Adrian buzzed in and reminded me of the tour I was supposed to take of our local hotel, I was surprised. Thankful I’d had the presence of mind that morning to wear business attire; subsequently, I donned my Dona Karan blazer and left the office. Time to take the bull by the horns, I thought as I made my way to the waiting Bentley.
*****
There was no hiding my exultance over this city. I took everything in on our drive down to the wharf. The tourists were thick, but not like they would’ve been during the right season. We pulled up in front of the valet, and I was instantly greeted by the manager, Mr. Greenfield, who escorted me from the car and inside to the lobby.
As I entered the extravagant hotel, my breath stopped for a moment. I looked around furtively for a name of the grandiose structure; finally, I spotted the name over the splendid registration area. Not surprised in the least to see the Strand name, big and proud, in elegant script of gold filigree. My curiosity could no longer be held at bay when I turned to Mr. Greenfield and queried, “Has this always been called The Strand?”
“Why, no,” he replied. “We recently underwent a name change.”
“I see.” As politely as possible I inquired, “Is this, by chance, the old Fairmont?”
“Yes, it is. However, it has undergone many improvements since Strand Industries purchased it.”
I knew it! While I kept my emotions in check, I continued, “And, how long ago was that?”
His smile was a bit bewildered, but he answered, “About a year now.”
Thank you, Jesus. For a moment, I thought Nik had acquired the property once he knew where I was supposed to be working. That was before the whole Caleb debacle altered my life forever. Of course, it was hard to be upset about that when it led me to Nikko. I glanced down at my diamond wedding ring and smiled. The knowledge that he hadn’t changed a thing since his mother wore it made me happier than I thought possible. Nik’s sentimentality and his strong connection to family was some of the things I loved most about him.
Mr. Greenfield pulled me back from my reverie when he stated, “I was hired on when an unexpected change caused the would be manager from accepting the position.”
I hid my knowledge of just who that was supposed to be. “You don’t say? I do hope it wasn’t anything terrible,” I said in mock innocence.
“Oh, no, ma’am. Although I was not privy to the details, I was reassured all was well with her. It was simply a change of plans.”
“Thank goodness. I would’ve hated to hear otherwise.” Again, I offered up a prayer of gratitude that no one had been talking behind my back. The only thing they were told was pertinent information.
“As would I, Mrs. Strand.” I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He gently motioned for me to precede him. “Shall we continue our tour?”
“Yes, please,” I responded with genuine enthusiasm.
After about an hour or so, I had seen all there was to offer of The Strand. It truly was a marvelous, five star hotel. Mr. Greenfield had been most accommodating with each and every detail to the place, as well as the surroundings. Though my plans had been severely rearranged, the reality was that, now, I was in charge of this lovely place and others like it. My heart soared with the knowledge. I couldn’t wait until that evening to thank my husband properly.
*****
Later that afternoon, I arrived back at the spectacular office building. Once I was ensconced in my office, I took my time going over reports. So when Nik stood there, his huge shoulder leaning against the doorjamb and his massive arms crossed over his muscular chest, I startled. “Is it time to leave already?” I asked surprised.
He grinned, “No.” My brow arched, so he clarified, “It’s past time, lille.”
I glanced down at the time on my computer screen and gasped, “Eight o’clock. Where has the time gone?”
Nik sauntered in, closing the door behind him. “You’ve been a busy bee today.”
“Yes. Well, I do have to earn my keep.” Conspiratorially I whispered, “Y
ou see, the boss is a tyrant.”
The desire in his eyes caused his pupils to dilate. His nose slightly flared while he continued to stalk towards me. His voice, low and deep, rasped, “I hear he really knows how to ride your ass.”
My breath hitched as I bit my lip. Holy hell. We were going to get busy in this mostly glass office. I had never really been one for exhibition sex—wait, have I said that before?—but the thought of it with Nik did things to my insides. Oh, we had come close to getting caught on that hammock in the Caribbean, but not like this. My core was molten lava as he went to his knees in front of me. While I held his gaze, I seductively responded, “Yeah, he does. Though I’d be a liar, if I said I didn’t like his style.”
He grunted as he took my mouth with his. Not in a sweet, tender way either, no, it was violent with unadulterated hunger. My nipples strained to reach his chest. His hands roughly traveled up my skirt. When his fingers located my garters, he growled from deep in his throat, causing me to moan. If there was one weakness I’d always had, it was sexy undergarments. With impatience he unsnapped the first one, and then the other.
My silk stockings tore under his demanding fingers. The lacey thong really didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving his ardent pursuit to my slick womanhood. Once I was bare from the waist down, he buried his head between my thighs. His wicked tongue wreaked havoc over my feminine folds. He lifted his head, and I could see my juices coating his lips. He ordered, “Put your feet against the desk.”
When I complied, he purred, “Yeah, just like that.”
He went back to work on my core and rapidly brought me to a soaring climax.
The next thing I knew, he hauled me up out of the chair and commanded, “Bend over the desk, Aimee.”
Omigod! We didn’t have lube. Was he going to…? When he entered my core on a fluid thrust, all my questions disappeared. He was absolute power as he fucked me, hard and fast. He bit down on my shoulder as he came, insuring no one could hear us. Although whether he realized it or not, he’d just marked me. Doubtful he even understood what that meant; however, it took me right over the edge. We eventually put ourselves back to rights and left.
