Passions Pique (Passions Pique Satin's Passion) (2 page)

    
Satin didn’t understand why, but she just couldn’t find the words to respond verbally. She looked into his eyes and all she could see was his sincerity. For as long as she had known him, Derrick had always been a good man. How is it that this man, who had been a friend and colleague for so long, had been holding all of this inside of him for all of this time? They spent the rest of the night exploring each other. Made love in every sexual position imaginable. Feeling, surrendering, loving. They were like old lovers reunited again. And to Satins surprise, Derrick was no a “WAM BAM THANK YOU MAM,” kind of guy. He didn’t just come to jump her bones, screw her uncontrollably, like some young teenage boy who didn’t care about her thoughts and feelings. He took his time to make love to her. First her mind, and then her body. It was clear to her that the only thing he cared about was pleasing her. And that in turn, spurred her on, to go out of her way to please him. They had made it back to her penthouse at 11pm that evening. When they had finally fell back into each other’s arms, fully spent, Satin looked at her alarm clock only to find that it was 5:45am. And Derrick was still gently kissing her neck and breasts, cooing in her ear. She did not understand why, but she could feel tears begin to roll down her face. Derrick immediately stopped.

    
“What’s the matter? Baby, are you ok?”

    
Satin looked up into Derricks face. His eyes, so loving and filled with concern. Satin smiled at him.

    
“Nothing, Love. Nothing is wrong. I’m just happy Derrick. That’s all. I never thought I could feel this way.”

    
Derrick just smiled. He sensed that she’d just had a major breakthrough. So he decided to throw caution to the wind.

    
“I love you, Satin.”

    
Satin cradled Derrick’s face in her hands.

    
“I love you too Derrick. I think I always have. And now I know I always will.”

*****

     Sitting in front of the surveillance cameras, Roland Pique watched as Satin and Derrick explored the passion between them. And for the first time ever, after seeing her countless times with different lovers, Roland found himself in the grip of an emotion he didn’t think he was capable of. JEALOUSY. As a voyeur, Roland had always found his satisfaction in simply watching the sexual exploits of the most beautiful women employed at his firm. But this new development between Satin and Derrick simply would not do. Satin, who was easily one of the most beautiful and without a doubt, his favorite, should still hold no personal meaning to him. He should be emotionally disconnected. She was entertainment. Nothing more. But seeing Satin choosing to allow herself to get emotionally involved with a new lover, and moving to turn this one night stand into a real relationship, is something that he simply could not allow. If Satin was ever going to be in a relationship with ANYONE, it would surely be him. After all, who knew her better? For the last 4 years he had watched her every move in her most private and intimate moments. Those are the times when a woman is the transparent. Her guards are down and she is free to be who and what she truly is. He had watched her grow and mature in her position at the company since being promoted and given this penthouse here in Passions Pique. He had watched her blossom professionally as well as sexually. And she had been all his, until now. Men coming and going in the past were no big deal, but Derrick threatens to change the natural order of things. And before he would allow Derrick, or any other man, to have what was rightfully his, he would step in and claim his property for himself.

Chapter 2:

“The Best Laid Plans”

     Roland was in his office with his secretary, Gwen, down on her knees in front of him. He was still worked up from watching Satin and Derrick on his monitors. He was more than just a little frustrated with the situation. And what he honestly wanted was to be inside of Satins Penthouse right now, bending her to his will. Forcing her to submit to his every sexual desire. But that will take time and preparation. Satin is not one of his initiates. She is untrained and ignorant to the disciplines and pleasures of his world. He would have to carefully plant the seeds within her subconscious so that when he introduced her to the lifestyle, she would believe that the thoughts and feelings that she would experience were all purely her own. The most important element in any successful MASTER/SERVANT relationship, is for the servant to be a “WILLING SUPPLICANT.” Willing flesh, eager to serve, happy to please, anxious to satisfy and prove their worthiness. Satin is very independent and fiercely willful. To be able to control and command one such as her would truly be an accomplishment. But that is later on down the line and does little to bring him satisfaction NOW. And that was his weakness. His insatiable need for instant gratification. What he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. And for his particular tastes, he would need someone who was well disciplined and trained. And Gwen was his absolute best.

    
At 40 years old, Gwen Pastel, a fitness junkie, actually still looked 24. And was Roland’s ultimate conquest to date. Her family was from Eastern Europe. They were from “OLD MONEY.” Educated at Harvard, interned on Wall Street and carved a path of success and prosperity throughout her career for the first 10 years on her own before coming to the Roland Pique Empire. She fought to earn her spot in the hierarchy of the organization as a day trader, based on nothing but her wits and some very business savvy decisions on her part. She has proven to be a genuine asset to the business. Earning the firm millions during her tenure. These achievements are what earned her the attention and consideration of the mighty Roland Pique. Flesh alone means nothing to Roland. It is the qualities of the woman behind the flesh that make her the object of his desire. And the qualities that Gwen possessed, before and after she became one of his initiates were substantial enough for Roland to remove her as one of his day traders and reposition her as his Secretary/Personal Assistant. Her pay was tripled. She was given one of the penthouse suites in the towers. And is rumored to be the second most powerful entity within the firm’s corporate infrastructure. The same qualities that make her such a powerhouse are the same qualities that Roland seeks to rule over and command. To break her sense of independence and strength so that her only need or desire is to serve him. To satisfy his every need. To be the source of his joy. The key to his pleasure and the Queen in his life.

    
Roland closed his eyes as Gwen gently took him into her mouth. Massaging the underside of his shaft with her tongue. She looked up at him lovingly as she slowly let him glide to the back of her throat and then wrapped her lips a little firmer around his thickness to provide more suction as he drew it back out, only to repeat the process again, and again, and again. She kept her hands down on her lap and allowed him to use her mouth as he pleased. She kept her eyes on his so that whenever he did look down at her, he would have no choice but to see how intent she was on pleasing him. This was all about him. It was always about him. And after serving him faithfully for the last 9 years as his personal EVERYTHING, she was confident in the relationship they shared and her position in the company as well as her position in Roland’s life. So confident in fact, that she believed that she wielded enough influence to finally reel Roland in for a real commitment. And today would be the day the she puts that theory to the test. Today she would prove to Roland why she was the one woman worthy to be his consort, by doing what no other woman has ever done. She would reverse their roles. Gwen had given this great thought. Today, she would become the master, and he the slave. She just had to time things perfectly. Gwen kept a sharp eye on how Roland responded to her mouth stroking him. She began to slowly pick up the tempo while making the strokes with her mouth deeper and longer. When she saw Roland’s head swoon and roll backwards, she knew that it was her time to move. Gwen pushed Roland against his desk and took a firm grip of his manhood with both hands, catching him completely off guard.

    
“What in the hell.” He muttered.

    
Gwen ignored him and began stroking his shaft with her right hand while grasping and massaging his balls with her left. Her hands were moving in unison with her mouth. And Roland found himself pinned beneath her assault.

    
“Mmmm,... Gwen, no.”

    
Gwen looked up at him and paused just long enough to say the words she knew would push him to the point of no return. Determined to be his slave no more, she took his root from between her lips.

     “Shut up, Roland. Lay back and let me suck you until you cum in my mouth.”

    
She immediately went back to sucking him voraciously. Still stroking hard and fast with her right hand, in concert with the suction of her mouth. She was almost man handling him, but was careful not to do any harm to his equipment. Clearly, she had assumed control, and Roland, was none too pleased. He pushed back on her head and shoulders, but her grip on his genitalia gave her the upper hand. And oddly enough, the more he struggled against her, the faster he seemed to be approaching orgasm. “No.” Roland was trying to will himself back under control again, but after 10 years, Gwen knew his every move and exactly what buttons to push to counter his defenses. She doubled her efforts. She would prove to him that despite his best efforts, that not only did she know how to truly satisfy him, but that she knew, before even he did, what he needed and exactly how to give it to him.

    
“Yes.” She mumbled between sucks, “Give it to me Baby. Feed it to me.”

    
Roland was stunned. Did she just say “Baby?” What happened to “MASTER?” Roland was having none of this. He began really struggle against her now.

    
“Gwen! Get off of me this instant!”

    
Gwen’s head began to bob uncontrollably. She was not going to be stopped. She had already crossed the point of no return. She stopped her stroking and seized Roland’s cock at its base giving it a hard squeeze and then began licking all over the head of his cock. Roland’s eyes began to roll up into the back of his head and she knew that she had him. She stuck out her tongue and let it rake along the underside of his shaft as it again glided to the back of her throat. When her mouth fully closed over his entire shaft, she felt it convulse. This was it. She let him slide out with a loud slurping sound.

    
“Mmmmmmm, Yesssss! Give it to me Roland! I want every fucking drop!”

    
Gwen’s right hand suddenly became a blur as she began stroking and jerking up and down on Roland’s shaft. Her lips were still teasing the head of his cock. Roland looked down in both horror and delight, knowing full well that if he succumbs to her very skilled technique, that he will have lost his right and claim as MASTER over her. But he was too far gone. He was now literally bucking his hips, forcing himself back and forth through her fist. Struggling to fit more of himself deeper into her waiting hungry mouth. Then Gwen looked up at him, still stroking his cock, she smiled and then stuck out the flat of her tongue like a landing pad for what he was about to let come fly from his loins. And that visual was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Roland. With a groan that came from the very pit of his being, Roland experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life. And Gwen took it all. Every drop. Greedily. Hungrily. Enthusiastically. And only when she decided that she was finished draining him did she choose to release Roland from her grip. His body still convulsing, knees buckling, toes curling. He had never looked so utterly defeated, or so utterly satisfied. Gwen smiled and waited for him to look up at her.

    
“By the Gods.” Roland said with a smile.

    
Gwen collected her things and turned her back to him as she began fixing her clothing. She didn’t want him to see her grinning in victory. Gwen sighed in satisfaction and thought to herself;

    
“Mission accomplished.”

Chapter 3:

“Divide & Conquer”

     YAKAMURA INVESTMENT SECURITIES, (YIS), is one of Japans largest and most powerful Investment Banking Firms. And as such, the majority of their business dealings have had a major impact on the stock market this fiscal quarter. Natsu Yakamura, the 64 year old founder and CEO of the investment firm has been invited to come to the United States for the “RINGING OF THE BELL” at the New York Stock Exchange, as his company is set to launch a brand new stock on the market. And Roland, never one to miss an opportunity, thought it prudent to extend his hospitality. He explained to Mr. Yakamura;

    
“This is a rare opportunity, Natsu. How often is it that you get to come state side anyway? And you were gracious enough to show me your hospitality during my business trip last year in Okinawa. And I honestly had the time of my life. You simply have to allow me the opportunity to return the favor.”

    
It really didn’t take much prodding at all. Roland was offering Natsu the chance to experience EVERYTHING that the world renowned Passions Pique had to offer. To include those specialized perks that insiders are allowed to partake in. And Roland was indeed right; it is not often that Natsu got to come to the United States anymore. At 64, his travelling had been reduced significantly, amidst the rumors of his failing health. Natsu reasoned that it would be nothing short of irresponsible to not take full advantage of every opportunity that he can while he was able. So he happily agreed to fly to Miami from New York, courtesy of Roland’s private jet, and as a courtesy to his host, he would stay in one of the towers finest penthouses, and enjoy the finest cuisine prepared by the Pique’s 5 star in house restaurant. Roland insisted that since Natsu was kind enough to share with him on his trip to Okinawa, the very finest that their culture had to offer, that he was now obligated to show Natsu, the very finest of Roland’s culture. And nothing illustrated that better than what he had prepared for him at Passions Pique, in the Presidential Penthouse.

    
Roland was there to meet Natsu at the front door of his suite once he arrived. Natsu, despite his wealth and the fact that he is well travelled, still found himself in awe of everything that he saw inside of Pique Towers. Once he stepped inside the lobby doors, it’s as if he had entered a completely different Universe. A world full of technological wonders. Everything looked to be made of gold, marble and glass. The carpets and drapes were plush and thick Statues and murals on the walls and ceilings. A beautiful waterfall that cascaded down from a 3 story drop into a beautiful pool of the most crystal blue water Natsu had ever seen. And the entire west wall of the lobby was actually a part of an aquarium tank. Natsu stared in disbelief as he saw a killer whale swim by, in the company of seals, dolphins, sting rays, all manner of sea life. Roland had very expensive taste indeed.

    
Greeting Roland at the door with a firm hand shake and a smile, as is the American custom, Natsu paused a moment to ponder the question, “What does this young Mogul have up his sleeve?” After releasing Natsu’s hand, Roland took a step back and gave Natsu a deep Japanese bow, as a show of respect and then flung open the French double doors to the Presidential Penthouse. Waiting on the other side of the French doors were 5 of the most beautiful women that Natsu had ever seen. Now, we all have our vices. For some, it’s drugs or alcohol. Some are driven by money or power. Natsu’s vice, despite his elevated status in life, was a bit more basic. He had a real weakness for foreign women. In his homeland, it was easy for him to have any kind of Asian woman he desired. But foreign women from Europe or from America was a bit of a challenge. Consequently, Natsu learned to content himself, with the variety of what was accessible to him. He turned to Roland and smiled. Roland bowed again.

     “I was not sure what your pleasure would be, so I got you a brunette from Prague, a blonde from Italy, another brunette from Mexico, the black woman is from Miami, and that beautiful red head is from Ireland.”

    
All of the women smiled at Natsu seductively. Clearly happy to be here and eager to please. They were simply waiting for instructions. Natsu turned back to Roland smiling. Roland explained;

    
“You will find that all of these young ladies are very well trained. They are proficient in the language and the lifestyle of a true servant. Command them as you see fit.”

    
Natsu inspected the women, excited about his options.

    
“So I can choose which ever one I desire?”

    
Roland pretended to be shocked.

    
“Natsu, my friend, you misunderstand; They are ALL for you.”

    
Again, Roland went into a very deep bow and stayed bent over as he backed out of the suite, closing the doors behind himself.

    
By the time Roland made it back to his control room to monitor the activity going on in Natsu’s Suite, the party was already well under way. Natsu and the ladies were completely naked and laying on the oversized king sized bed giggling like a bunch of young teen girls at a slumber party. Roland smiled and double checked to make sure that the entire event was being recorded to his hard drive. Natsu, it seems, has an anal fetish. And not giving, but receiving. Roland watched as Natsu commanded the women to pleasure him as he put himself in very submissive, feminine and compromising positions. The ladies, all outfitted with inner Bluetooth ear pieces, followed the commands given to them by Natsu, with little added suggestion given to them in their ear piece by Roland to help gently push Natsu beyond his normal boundaries. It has been Roland’s experience that if a man is pushed just beyond his threshold, that there is almost nothing that he will not do sexually. The women, under Roland’s direction, kept edging Natsu to the very brink of orgasm over and over again, only to deny him release each time. Natsu was frantic and begging for them to take him all the way over the edge. And that’s when Roland told the women;

    
“It’s go time!”

    
Roland had the ladies to manipulate Natsu into the doggy position. Natsu immediately complied. The beautiful long haired Mexican woman positioned herself underneath him between Natsu’s legs and engulfed the entire length of his cock. She made long, slow, exaggerated movements with her head and mouth to provide Natsu with a spectacle meant to keep his attention. The red headed Irish woman immediately parted Natsu’s ass cheeks and began licking and gently penetrating his anus with the tip of her tongue. Teasing him with small circles around the rim of his ass.  The very exotic woman from Prague climbed onto the bed in front of Natsu, and moved up about 3 feet beyond his reach, raised her knees high and wide and began to furiously masturbate in front of him. She spread the lips of her vulva and dipped two of her fingers inside of herself, plunging them 6 quick times in succession, drawing back her hand with wet, sticky fingers. She moaned and looked Natsu square in the eye as she seductively slipped those fingers into her own mouth, savoring the flavor of her own sex. Natsu felt himself building to the point of no return. The Mexican woman between his legs was sucking him so exquisitely; that he knew there was no way that he would be able to hold out much longer. Then he saw the voluptuous blonde headed Italian woman climb on the bed between him and the woman from Prague, who was still masturbating like a woman possessed. She turned her back to Natsu, got on her hands and knees in front of him and spread herself wide open for his quick inspection. Natsu’s mouth was watering as she slid her finger up and down, back and forth between her own pussy lips. Then the Italian woman grabbed the petite woman from Prague in front of her and began licking and slurping at the woman’s slit in earnest. Natsu was overcome with lust. He reached out and grabbed the Italian woman’s hips and pulled her dripping wet pussy into his hungry little mouth. Natsu was completely consumed by his own lust. His passions had overwhelmed his senses. So overwhelmed in fact, that he was unaware that from the moment they manipulated him onto his hands and knees into the doggy position, with each lady beginning their individual tasks, that the beautiful black woman from Miami had stepped to the side so that she could properly outfit herself with a strap on dildo. She stepped up beside the Irish woman, who was still licking and gently penetrating Natsu’s ass with her tongue. The black woman applied a generous amount of lubricant to the artificial penis. It wasn’t a large one. About 5 inches. Just enough to penetrate Natsu and give the desired effect. After she put the lube down, she waited for the signal from Roland.

    
“Ok, do it!”

    
The Irish woman immediately jumped out of the way and the black woman just as quickly jumped into her place and immediately rammed the artificial cock home, deep inside Natsu’s ass. Natsu was already too far gone to protest. By the black woman’s third stroke, Natsu was caught in the grip of a full blown orgasm, which was being devoured greedily by the sexy Mexican woman still underneath him between his legs. She sucked and stroked him with such enthusiasm as he continued to wrestle with the succulent pussy in front of his face. Natsu was stealing peeks over the beautiful round ass cheeks of the Italian woman so that he could catch glimpses of her licking and sucking at the pussy of that delicious petite woman from Prague. All the while, the black woman behind him, was pumping away, stroke after stroke.

    
“And what is this?” Roland whispers.

    
Roland zoomed the camera in on the penetration between the black woman and Natsu. Clearly, Natsu was pushing back. He was literally fucking the dildo back. Thrust for thrust. Roland smiled. This is exactly what he needed. This was the leverage he sought to gain over Natsu. Sexual conquest over a women would matter little to a man of means like Natsu in terms of guilt or shame. Natsu’s culture, if anything would applaud him. But Roland could use this footage to prove that Natsu actually had homosexual tendencies. And in his culture, in his business, that would spell financial ruin. “PERCEPTION” is more powerful than the truth. No one knew that better than Roland. And he knew Natsu would do anything to insure that no one would ever see the contents of that tape. Natsu is now under his thumb. Roland’s control over Natsu’s firm, along with his other victims gives Roland the power he needs to successfully manipulate the Stock Market to meet his own needs. Roland smiled to himself;

    
“Get use to taking it up the ass, Natsu. I’m going to be fucking you for a very long time.”

    
Roland suddenly felt giddy. The only thing that could possibly make his life any better is him finally making Satin submit to his will.

    
“And I think I’ve put that off long enough. It’s time to put everything and everyone in their proper place.”