Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set (23 page)

“Oh yes, baby. I love your cock,” I blurt out as we make love for an uncountable amount of time. His corresponding smile reflects deep appreciation and satisfaction. I refrain from asking him to speed up his thrusts. I want to savor each moment of our connection. It’s magic this evening. When we finish our simultaneous orgasms, I luxuriate in the comfort of Matt’s adoring gaze.

“I can’t believe that you are finally going to become Mrs. Matt Frazier,” he exclaims. “Six months ago I never dreamed our day would come. At that time, I was at an all-time low whenever I thought of you. It was the most devastating sense of loss anyone could imagine. I thought we’d never be together.”

“Yet, here we are, baby. I want you with every fiber of my being,” I confess. I gulp at the mention of my married name though. I want to keep my own surname but now is not the time to mention that issue. I simply moan with satisfaction that we’re going to be married and together for the rest of our lives.

I reach up to pet his face. “We need to think about when and where our marriage will take place,” I state at last.

He turns on his side and looks me in the eye. “What would you think about marrying within the next few months, Megan?”

I twist my mouth into a wry expression. “I think we ought to wait and take our time with the arrangements.”

Matt’s mouth takes on a displeased look. He’s not happy with my idea. “Why would you string out our engagement?”

I sigh before I start in with my rationale. “For one thing, it’s going to take your family some time to forgive me for what I did to you last year,” I point out.

“Megan, my family will be thrilled to know that you’ve made up your mind about us. They saw what an empty shell of a man I was when you left. They’re already overjoyed knowing that we’re together as a couple. They won’t care, as long as I’m happy.”

I remember Roger’s words to me recently warning me to avoid hurting Matt. My heart aches when I think of the pain I caused Matt last year. I’m making up for it now and we’re both hopelessly in love with one another again.

“Well, that may be but it’ll take a while to organize a wedding that can be properly planned and executed according to the Frazier standards,” I reason. I know that I’ve avoided mentioning my own timeline.

“Why don’t we simply go to Las Vegas and use the wedding services at the Venetian?” Matt suggests. He’s eager to finalize the deal.

“Matt, no. I want to do this the right way. I love you too much to shortchange our families and friends. There’s no rush. Let’s enjoy our engagement and all this great sex. We can run announcements in the social media. I can pay a wedding planner to make the event memorable in the community,” I make my case as clear as possible.

He huffs in frustration. “Is that what you really want, Megan?”

“I do want that, Matt. Our wedding is too important for me to simply rush it. I want the world to know that I love and support and need you. PLEASE!” I look into his intense eyes with a pleading quality in mine.

His resolve melts as soon as he hears my request. “Megan, I’ll go along with whatever makes you a happy bride. What would you really like to do?”

“I’d like to have our wedding in the late spring or possibly early summer. I don’t care where the venue happens to be. In fact, why don’t you choose the location.”

Matt grumbles a bit under his breath but then concurs with my timeline. “OK, let’s wait on the marriage itself. I want our wedding to take place at my parents’ home, however. Nothing would make my mother or family happier than to host it there. Agreed?”

“Agreed!” I gush with enthusiasm and then kiss every inch of his gorgeous face. He laughs with utter joy as I worship his face.

“I’d say this weekend resulted in a very successful business outcome,” Matt jokes while pulling my very naked body up from our bed. He looks me up and down with approval. I stare at his amazing physique and feel very fortunate indeed.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggest as he nods and leads us toward the luxurious bathroom.

MARISSA’S POV

The long weekend on Maui came off without a hitch. I’ve got Michael Kingsfield eating out of my hand by now. Not only did I show him a good time sexually, I also participated in all the activities that he seems to find interesting. Kingsfield’s nowhere near the stud that my Dom, Matt, is when it comes to sex. No one can compare to him. However in exchange for good sex and companionship, Michael purchased several native Hawaiian floral paintings for me and had them shipped back to Atlanta for display in the office that I use at his real estate firm.

I impressed Jillian with my capacity to entice Michael. I also discovered more about Michael’s relationship with Megan Pine. When I finally commented about the number of photos he took of her during their conference on Maui, he admitted that they dated a while ago. However, he also assured me that their relationship had come to an end. He mentioned that Megan had unresolved issues with a former boyfriend. I happen to know that her former boyfriend is Mr. Frazier. Of course, I’ll refrain from mentioning Matt’s name to Michael.  Mr. Frazier pays my salary as well as my tuition in school. Also, I have signed a legal contract about secrecy. I take my promises seriously.

Now that Michael wants me, I have to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with him. Jillian advised me to take it as far as possible. I’m not sure what that means. Michael shows almost no interest in BDSM. Being a sub really turns me on, however. Whenever I recall my sexual escapades with Matt, I’m thrilled. Michael Kingsfield cannot compete with Mr. Frazier’s techniques in his sex room.

I felt so much pleasure whenever Matt rammed into me from behind. His punishing fucks were always a highlight of our sessions. I can still hear Matt’s moans of pleasure when he finally experienced his release in my anus. Perhaps I can encourage Michael to begin spanking me on a regular basis, as a first step toward the Dom-sub world of sexual encounters.

Since we returned from Maui, Michael Kingsfield has been talking about hiring me to be his assistant. He assures me that the issues with the real estate development deal in Portland can be handled effectively through Jillian. As his assistant, I could attend to that and more of his real estate empire. He promises that the pay and benefits would be so much better than my current level of compensation.

My only objection to this plan would be leaving my schooling and training behind. In addition, I would no longer have any ties to Matt. I want to maintain some sort of connection with Mr. Frazier. In my heart, I know that I still love him. Once he gets over Megan, he’ll come back to me. I just know it. That’s why I suspect that he hired me for his latest real estate scheme. Matt knows that he needs to be a Dom and that’s what really matters. Megan Pine could never give him that sort of satisfaction. It’s time for me to send Matt a signal. I decide to start with a call to Jillian Kitner.

“Mrs. Kitner,” I begin in a modest manner, “Michael Kingsfield would like me to move to Atlanta and work full-time as his assistant. In this way, I can attend to the real estate development on the waterfront as well as other projects that he cares about.” There’s always something exciting about the prospect of competition between the men that I’ve had sex with.

Jillian’s voice remains calm. It’s almost as though she expected such a turn of events. “Would you be willing to leave your schooling and work full-time in Atlanta?”

I’m hoping that the offer from Mr. Kingsfield will stoke Mr. Frazier’s competitive spirit. “Michael promises me a better pay and benefits package than what I earn now and I could probably transfer my  school credits to a program in Atlanta,” I explain in a rational manner.

“Well, Marissa, you’ve done everything right with Mr. Kingsfield. Perhaps he’s correct. The project in Portland has moved forward with such ease that the paperwork has dwindled. I can probably handle the issues between the contractors in Portland and the Kingsfield real estate empire myself. Let me check with Mr. Frazier about the matter, however. He may have other plans for you,” she offers.

I fervently hope that Matt wants me to perform other services for him. This career move could mean the end of our relationship, if he doesn’t up the ante with a pay raise or additional work for me. It takes two entire days before Mrs. Kitner calls me with an update.

“Marissa, dear, you have the OK to leave the Portland real estate project. Mr. Frazier was more than enthusiastic about letting you take the offer of employment from Mr. Kingsfield. He wishes you nothing but success with your move to Atlanta and your relationship with Michael,” she announces breezily.

My heart feels like it’s been ripped in two at Jillian’s proclamation. “So, that’s it? He wants nothing more from me?” I can hardly breathe when I realize that the response from Matt is a rejection.

“Yes, Marissa, you have done well. You can take the offer from Michael Kingsfield with a clear conscience. Thank you for your services,” she concludes the call and clicks off. I’m stunned. What a cold hearted bitch.

All the misery I felt when Matt ended our BDSM contract more than two years ago comes back to haunt me. He even used a phrase similar to what Mrs. Kitner just said at the end of our phone conversation. This can’t be over yet. I want to see Matt to make sure that he really means goodbye.  I need to find a way to see him again. Inspiration hits me when I see the plans for the development in Portland on my desk.

I decide to put my plan into action that evening at dinner. Michael takes me to Fogo de Chao, the trendy Brazilian steakhouse in the Buckhead area of town.

“I checked with Mrs. Kitner about taking up your offer of full-time employment,” I announce with an enthusiastic grin.

“Did she threaten to make waves, if you left the project?” he asks with concern and takes my hand in his. I must admit, Michael is quite sensitive to any potential tensions that I might experience over the change that he proposed.

“No, she agreed that the final details about the construction plans and other issues could be handled by one person. Namely, herself,” I admit in all honesty.

“That is great news, Marissa. I’ll put you on the payroll and have my current assistant train you, starting on Monday. That is, if you still want to work for me full-time,” he adds with a quirk in his eyebrow.

“Of course, I’d love to work for you and your firm, Michael,” I assure him with a megawatt smile. Then I rub my toes against his pant leg. He gives me a flirtatious smirk.

“Then it’s settled, my girl. Is there anything you need or want to do in your new role?” He’s so kind and grateful to me. I almost feel like a Domme around Michael. However, I really enjoy playing the sub role. Nothing would be more satisfying than getting ordered around and whipped by my Matt.

“Would you take me to Portland to see the site of the new development? I’ve been looking at all the paperwork for so long now and want to set eyes on the actual location as well,” I proclaim with zest. “Seeing the actual space and imagining the condos on site will make it real.”

“Marissa, I’m impressed with your interest in my real estate investments. Of course, we can visit the site. It’s something I’ve been planning to do, in any case. I’ll take us on a long weekend and you can meet the land developer.”

“Great! How soon can we go?” I nearly jump out of my seat with excitement. Michael seems a bit surprised at my response. I’m going to give him a great BJ and more tonight.

“How about if I arrange it for a couple of weeks from now?”

“Fine,” I agree and then we talk in more detail about his expectations for my role and work as his assistant. Then, it’s on to where I’ll live.

“Since I’m now your employer, it’s time we moved you into one of my apartments here in Atlanta,” Kingsfield asserts. I see that he’s not asked me to live at his place.

“That would be wonderful, Michael. I’m getting so tired of living out of my suitcase in the hotel,” I add. I’m a bit disappointed that my sexual skills haven’t resulted in an offer to live together. However, that may be for the best. My plans may change after I visit Mr. Frazier in Portland.

“I assume that you need to pack up your things and find a way to get them to your new place,” Michael says aloud. I nod my head in agreement.

I put most of my things in storage once Mr. Frazier suggested that I take his job offer in Atlanta. It’ll be easy to hire a moving van to pack them up from the rented space and truck them to my new location. That is, once I select just the right apartment.

“Will you help me with moving expenses Michael?” I bat my eyes and blush for effect.

“You’ve got carte blanche for the move to Atlanta. Now let me tell you my idea for a great apartment,” he gushes.

The weeks until we visit Portland fly by quickly. On weekends and evenings, I busy myself with the moving and settling in plans. Michael actually pays for all of my new furniture. I select a trendy young adult apartment complex in Buckhead with all the amenities of a guard gated entry, fitness area, pool with a spa, and a community room. Michael’s generous salary easily covers all my needs. My new apartment has two bedrooms and a lovely view.  The work for Michael actually entails a lot of organization and planning. He expects me to work hard for my salary. I like pushing hard, in all things.

The weekend trip to Portland will span four days. We’re to leave Atlanta on a Thursday evening and return on a Monday evening. Michael asks me to book us at the Four Seasons near the Pearl District. It’s got a five star rating and is less than a mile away the construction site. Our first meal on Thursday evening will occur at the Le Pigeon Restaurant, the finest French restaurant in Portland. I made the reservations myself.

Then, we’re there. Michael and I spend our first full day in Portland meeting with the land developer. I’ve prepared and brought more detailed electronic plans of the condominiums that Kingsfield real estate will build. The site truly is outstanding. It’s exciting to actually be in Portland again.

I know Matt will be surprised that I’ve left Atlanta. Maybe he’ll whip me as a punishment. I hope so. I need to find a way to meet with him. On Saturday, Michael wants to discuss more of the financing. I beg off with the excuse that I want to see some old friends from the area.

I take a cab to Matt’s place and try the code numbers for the garage that always worked in the past. They no longer remain active. Just as I’m about to try another option, a delivery truck pulls up near the garage. When the security gate unlocks, I slip along unseen into the service area. I try another code for entry to the stairwell. This code still works. My meeting with Matt Frazier was meant to be.

I’m now heading up to Matt’s penthouse on the inside staircase. The climb up to his penthouse will take a while. I don’t mind, I like a little pain now and then. I know a little trick to evade the security cameras on this stairwell and I use it. The trick entails climbing up the underside of the stairs. There’s actually a set of bars and cages beneath each stair that make the trek challenging but not impossible. I’m determined to see my Dom.

I wonder if Matt is home on a Saturday. I imagine that he’s going to be involved in the financing although Michael has no idea that Mr. Frazier’s support keeps the entire project active. Perhaps Michael and Matt’s financial representatives are on the phone at the moment. I hope so.   

After over an hour of effort, I have finally reached the outer door to the penthouse. As I climbed, I refined the plans I made for gaining entry into the apartment. I give myself five minutes to recover from the strenuous climb to Matt’s place. When I am finally ready, I take several large stones that I hid in my pocket and throw them at the security camera’s eye. After three attempts, the camera’s lens has been seriously cracked. Then I remove black spray paint from my backpack and cover the head of the camera with it. That should get someone’s attention, and soon.