Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set (20 page)

“These are two of my colleagues from Miami who attended the conference,” I state in a neutral and professional manner. “They seemed to fit right in with these suits.”

Marissa’s jaw drops as she stares at the photo. Her breathing increases dramatically. Then she finally speaks, with some strong emotion in her voice, “So you work with Megan Pine, in real estate?!”

Marissa sounds nearly mad with jealousy as she asks the question. “Yes. Both Megan and her mother, Abby, attended the conference along with several others from the area.” Now, I’m getting curious too.

“Does she still work with you?” Marissa inquires with a strange look on her face. Is this rage or jealousy that I’m sensing?

“No, she’s left the project and moved elsewhere,” I say to allay Marissa’s obvious discomfort. “How do you know Megan Pine?”

“I knew her from Portland,” she admits but she’s still breathing heavily. Marissa appears concerned and upset about something.

“Oh, I see. How did you know Megan in Portland?” I wonder if something happened between them. It’s obvious that Marissa’s not aware of Megan’s return to the city.

“She was a friend of a friend,” is all Marissa will tell me. Then she changes the subject back to the topic of our Hawaiian vacation. 

We’ll certainly need to explore the topic of Megan Pine in more detail, but not tonight. I don’t want Marissa to feel upset or concerned before our big trip. I order another couple of drinks for us.

Marissa’s POV

I count to twenty three times before my breathing returns to anywhere near normal. The memory of Megan Pine’s image on Michael’s phone sends tremors up and down my spine. I scrolled quickly through his photos from his real estate retreat. I noticed that quite a few pictures were taken of Megan, with and without others around. He must have had it bad for her. Why does that fucking bitch have her claws into all the men I want? When I think of her in Maui with Michael Kingsfield, I want to rip the bikini off of her body and beat her with a cane. The sort of cane that Matt used on me, once upon a time. Those were good times!

This time, I’m going to play it smart. I’m going to win. At least Megan Pine no longer lives in the area. I sigh with relief. Perhaps she left because Matt convinced her to return to Portland. He also had it bad for her. I heard that she broke off their relationship over a year ago. Maybe she’s found someone new to torture. Why does Megan Pine have to ruin my love life?  What does she have that I don’t? Perhaps she’s really talented with certain sexual tricks. At least Michael seems smitten with me for the moment.

Michael tells me more about the services at the Four Seasons. “The staff members literally ooze tact and care. If you want pampering, they deliver it and pronto,” he asserts.

“I need some pampering, Michael,” I proclaim with drama while batting my eyelashes. “Maui will be wonderful.”

He’s encouraged. “I’ll make all the arrangements for us tomorrow…after you speak with Mrs. Kitner.”

“Well then, I need to catch some beauty rest before taking on that challenge,” I announce. I’m going to let Michael kiss and fondle me tonight, just to whet his appetite. I’m debating how to handle our sexual encounter on Maui. Should I play it straight or get a little kinky with him? Perhaps I ought to ask Jillian.

“Let me take you back to your hotel,” he offers and takes my hand as I stand up from our table.

I give him my most innocent and shy smile. He melts. I have Michael Kingsfield just where I want him.

I reach over and hold Michael’s hand while he drives me to my place. Just before leaving his vehicle, I lean his way and give him a long French kiss. My arms and hands snake around his head. His hands find their way into my hair. As our kiss deepens,  his hand massages my back and arm. Then it lingers on my breast. I let him squeeze it for a full two minutes. He’s getting hard and I moan a bit. Then, I pull back and say goodnight.

“Sure you don’t want me to stay the night?” he manages to ask. He’s full of desire at the moment.

“Let’s wait until the Four Seasons, Michael. It’ll have so much more meaning then,” I promise.

As soon as I’m in my hotel room alone, I take off my shoes and call Jillian. It’s three hours earlier in Portland and she answers her phone quickly.

“Marissa, how are we progressing with the Michael Kingsfield project?” she asks rather sharply. What’s that about?

“We’re going to Maui, for a long weekend.  That’s next Friday through Tuesday at the Four Seasons resort,” I report with pride.

She pauses before responding. “Well done, my dear. We will need to take you shopping for just the right clothing.”

Now, she’s enthusiastic. I guess that’s why she’s dangling me in front of Kingsfield.

“I already have an idea for my swimwear. I want a rather modest one piece suit and then a bikini that shows off all my best assets.” The image of Megan Pine and her mother on Maui floats into my consciousness. I’m going to show Michael Kingsfield what real women are made of.

“Let me call my personal shopper, in Portland to get a reference on someone in Atlanta who can help you select and enhance your look. Spare no expense,” she insists.

“Michael’s agreed to buy the swimwear. I think we should let him do that,” I offer. “But I’ll take you up on the personal shopper for the rest of my vacation wardrobe.”

Jillian chatters on about various designers while I consider my next question. When she’s done, I ask, “Should I play it straight with Kingsfield?”

Jillian pauses and thinks for a bit, “He’s certainly a Dom around me…You like playing the sub, correct?”

“Yes, I subbed for Mr. Frazier. But, I’m not sure I want to play that role around Michael. I want more control with him.”

“For this weekend trip, play it straight then.” Jillian advises. Then, she reminds me of the nondisclosure claim that I signed regarding Matt and the fact that he’s paying me a rather generous salary for the simple tasks that I perform, before clicking off. What a bitch Jillian happens to be!

I sleep in late the next day then take my time showering and dressing. I call Michael before noon to let him know that all our plans are on track with Mrs. Kitner.

“I’m going to look at swimwear at Macy’s, today. I’ve checked some of their styles on-line but I want to make sure the fit works,” I declare with a seductive tone in my voice.

“Tell the assistant in swimwear to charge it to my personal account. They know who I am,” he brags.

“Thank you. You’re so generous, Michael,” I ooze with charm.

The days fly by until our vacation begins. I’ve been to dinner with Michael nearly every evening. Each restaurant seems more interesting than the last. I spend two hours working off the calories each morning. I need to be fit and energetic for our adventures on the island. Was it just a few weeks ago that I pinched pennies as a starving artist?

On the Friday of our trip, Michael picks me up at the hotel. I’m waxed, buffed and dressed for a tropical climate. My silk shift displays a Hawaiian print in a muted green shade with a white accent color. I’ve packed silk blouses and cotton shorts with matching tops. Michael looks me up and down with approval when I enter his Mercedes.

We fly first class on the twelve hour flight to Kahului. There’s a brief stopover in Phoenix. We’re both pleased to get off the plane and stretch our legs at the airport. The flight attendant’s ply us with tropical drinks and delicious fresh fruit in addition to our meals. We snuggle throughout the flights. It’s 5:30pm when we arrive at the Kahului airport to pick up our vehicle.  

The Four Seasons on Maui sits in a quiet sector of Wailea. The exterior looks somewhat sedate. Our light, airy room encompasses 1,800 square feet of space. We occupy an oceanfront corner suite with a king size bed as well as a view of the beach. Not only do we have a full marble lined bathroom, there’s also a small powder room with a shower near the entry. That should come in handy after our time on the beach. Michael must have a reward.

Of the amenities that come with our suite, one is a cabana. Another extra includes a personal assistant to help us plan our time on Maui. Since it’s dinner time when we arrive at the resort, we use valet parking and ask our assistant to order room service. We spend dinner on our balcony gazing at the neighboring islands of Kaho’olawe, Lanai and Molokini. The magnificent sunset, along with a delicious cabernet from Napa Valley, puts me in the mood for romance.

Once the dinner plates are removed, we make our way into the main suite and sit on the well-padded fabric tan colored sectional couch. Michael smiles at me with a naughty grin on his face. I sit beside him and kiss him gently.

“Michael, the suite and view you selected wow me beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you!”

“Do I get a reward?” he teases.

I nod and slip off the couch and make my way toward where his knees are located. I make sure my body is wedged between those knees.

I’m quite experienced with giving mind-blowing BJs but don’t want Michael to know much about my history. I  touch the zipper of Michael’s shorts with my left hand and notice that he feels quite firm already. He arches his eyebrows in anticipation of my next move. I’m taking control of this interaction and he lets me.

My fingers tug gently at the buckle of his weaved belt. I gently undo it and slide the material out of the cloth loops. His breathing becomes shallow now. His eyes are trained on my fingers and hands. There’s a  smirk on his face. His hands move to each side of my head as he caresses my face. I kiss his lips. He slumps back against the camel colored pillows of the sectional to let me perform.

My fingers continue to work their magic by moving toward the button at the waistline of his khaki shorts. I carefully slip the button from its hole and then find the metal pull for his zipper. I concentrate on opening it slowly and pulling it all the way down. Then I tug a bit on the waistline of his shorts. Michael lifts his hips and assists me in pulling them off his still muscular buttocks. I pull the shorts off his legs and down to the base of his feet. He assists me by lifting his feet. I nod with arched eyebrows and an approving look on my face at his body. He gives me a devilish grin in return.

My lips widen when my eyes move toward his tan boxers. There’s a good size bulge under the silk of the fabric. I run my fingers quickly up the skin of his legs and thighs. Then I pat his hips.

“You’re happy to feel me,” I comment.

“You can’t imagine how good that feels, Marissa,” he admits while his eyes widen with desire. He’s now breathing rapidly as I continue my seduction. A  look of passion crosses his handsome features as his head drops again toward the cushion on the back on the sectional. My right hand cups the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his chest. Finally, I insert my hand inside the opening in his underwear and firmly wrap my fingers around his organ. It’s thick and ready. I’m pleased at how well a man of his age responds to my teasing fingers. He keeps himself fit and it shows.

I note the impact of my work and remove the only thing left covering his most private body part. The moment I tug on the waistband of the boxers, he pushes them off his now fully stimulated tool. It springs up at me with an impressive eruption. I give him a sexy smirk. He’s more than pleased with my reactions.

“You’re so big and so ready,” I comment and then look at his penis with nothing but need. He looks quite happy with my description of his big boy. I’ll admit it’s a good size. We’ll have fun during our trip from the looks of his equipment.

Michael lets out a long stream of warm breath when I squeeze him with a bit more force. I then move my hand up and down on his organ in a rhythmic motion with increasing speed. I stare into his face with an aroused look while I pull my dress off and then undo my bra. I’m now kneeling between his legs in just my underpants. He looks at himself and my breasts with an appreciative arch  to his brows. His eyes burn with desire. I steady myself by planting my hands on each of his thighs.

My head moves towards Michael’s waiting organ. As my  tongue makes contact with his soft flesh, he moans and lets out an cry of pleasure. I feel powerful and in control tonight. My lips soon wrap around the top of his hardened toy. I suck off the moisture there slowly. His hips flex when he inserts his organ further into my mouth. I continue to stimulate him while he pumps into my mouth with growing intensity. His hands grip my head as he gently massages my hair with his fingertips.

We continue our interaction for several moments. Michael emits huffing sounds as his orgasm nears. He’s thrashing about on the couch now. I decide it’s time to vary my technique and bring him home. So I suck him with force and draw him to the back of my throat. I’m nearly gagging. But, Michael’s moans and motions grow more dramatic when I accommodate him.

“Marissa, you’re amazing. That’s the best oral sex I’ve ever had!” he howls when his release occurs. His ejection flows into my mouth and I swallow it all. He tastes good. Finally, I open my mouth and release him. I clean up the residue of his orgasm and find that Michael’s become soft before me. He’s more than sated. I’m quite pleased with my performance and his eager response. I hope Jillian’s happy and I’m guessing Megan could never do what I’ve just delivered.