Trust me ii, p.35
Trust Me II, page 35
Sandra walked to the bed and found the leather thong that went with her matching bustier and blushed. There was a pair of black nylons, her thigh high black boots and the diamond and sapphire necklace he had given her on their wedding day, but there was no top, no bra, not even a robe to cover up with. She found the blush stinging her delicate face as she quickly donned the outfit. This was going to be an interesting breakfast, she thought as she went to the closet to find her belongings had been unpacked and put away. The black bag with their toys was missing, but her toiletries were on the shelf in the walk-in closet. She sprayed a small amount of cologne on specific areas of her body; those she knew he would be paying close attention to, and hurried downstairs. Her hair was damp, though quickly drying and left loose around her shoulders and her slightly bulging tummy pocked out from above the top of the leather strap to her heart shaped panties.
Creighton waited at the table for her to join him, the newspaper open in his front of him as he sipped on a cup of coffee. He glanced up when she walked down the stairs and smiled seductively. Moving the paper aside, he stood and walked to the opposite side of the table, holding the chair out for her. On the table next to her seat was the string of red beads, the gel and the spanking board, along with a single set of feline covered handcuffs and the wand. She glanced up at the man who didn’t reply, but raised a single eyebrow in silent challenge.
Sandra sat in the chair and took the napkin from beneath the silverware, placing it across her lap as he walked into the kitchen. The sound of the oven opened and shut again and a few seconds later she had her plate of bangers and eggs in front of her. Toast was on the table along with some of her grandmother’s homemade preserves and a large glass of milk.
“Eat,” he ordered as he walked to the seat he had abandoned a few minutes before and sat down. “Finish all that is in front of you and I will allow you to choose which item I will torture you with first. Disobey and I chose the method of punishment.” Sandra fought back the desire to laugh and said nothing as she picked up a sausage and began eating it. She was hungrier than she had thought, or else the idea of what was about to happen had increased her appetite. She drank her milk, ate two slices of multi-grain toast with raspberry preserves then turned her attention back the scrambled eggs. Once they were gone she picked up the last sausage and sighed.
She hadn’t decided between the paths of punishment or reward, but knowing he was watching her gave her a wicked idea. Sandra slowly began to run the tip of her tongue along the length of the three inch long banger, caressing it and tasting it, moaning softly but just loud enough so he could hear. She slipped the tip of it into her mouth and swirled the end with her tongue. The heat of his gaze burned into her flesh as he watched with interest. Sandra closed her eyes, slowly moving the sausage in and out of her mouth, moaning again, this time a bit louder; she could feel her actions begin to play havoc on her own body, the heat and moisture between her legs assuring her that it was not just he that was being tortured by her actions.
Sandra glanced up to look at him beneath her long lashes and nearly laughed as he slid his tongue out to moisten his lips, his hand disappearing under the table. She knew she was affecting his libido and could feel his eyes on her as his hand moved slowly across his own swollen body. Without warning, she slipped the sausage once more into her mouth and bit down. Creighton gasped audibly, his hand on his lap stopped moving and his eyes widened in shock and alarm. Sandra looked at him innocently, batting her eyes as she chewed the meat to hide her amusement.
“I am not sure if you should be rewarded or punished,” he growled.
“For what?” she asked innocently. “You told me to eat everything in front of me, and I have. I was only doing as you ordered.”
“And so you have,” he grinned wickedly. “Now we can move on to other subjects. You are going to review the papers that were sent over to us and if you are a very astute pupil, as I know you can be, and you learn the first lesson of what I have to teach you, then you will be rewarded quite nicely. If you object or throw a tantrum, then I will return the items beside you to their bag and we will not continue.”
“That’s not fair!” she snapped. “You cannot punish me for not learning everything in one day by withholding sex from me.”
“I didn’t say you were going to learn everything in one day, and yes I can withhold sex from you. Women do it to men all the time; I’m just returning the favor.”
“When have I ever denied you?”
“Never, but then again I haven’t given you the chance. Now decide; are we going to get on with this so we can have a wonderful day filled with passion and excitement, or are you going to spend the rest of our honeymoon pouting?”
“I do not pout,” she argued, folding her arms across her chest, hiding her breasts from his gaze.
“What are you doing now?” he asked with the hint of amusement in his tone. Sandra drew a deep breath and sighed, glancing next to her to the toys she was eager to play with.
“Fine, teach me how to become a multimillionaire eco-crazed nut like you are.”
“Insulting me will only delay your reward or increase the punishment, whichever you choose,” he told her in a quiet voice as he rose from his seat and walked around the table. He turned her chair and knelt down in front of her, moving her arms away from her firm breasts.
“Let’s consider a compromise,” he told her in a tone barely above a whisper. “I will find it very hard to concentrate with you looking like this and you can use your attire to your advantage. We will work only until I can bear no more; use your time wisely and your lessons will end sooner than I would like.” Sandra smiled at him; he was giving her an out, but she knew that this was only the first time he would insist she learn his business. Perhaps she could delay his relief by trying to understand what he had to teach her; after all, he had played with her and kept her frustrated more times than she could count while they were in Kansas.
“Shall we begin?” she asked him in a voice dripping with sugar. Creighton frowned; she was up to something, he could tell, but right now, looking at her with her breasts at eye level was making it difficult for him to concentrate.
The gauntlet was placed as were the rules and he found the challenge intriguing and delightful. He would make her play his game and in return, he would play hers; he knew she had wanted spanked and was confident that it was now safe enough to do so, with limitations. He would make certain she was well rewarded for her attentive behavior and he knew just from looking at her, she was going to try playing with fire again. This time, he would let her get burned before setting her on fire.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Three hours passed before Sandra found the need to tell him to stop. Her head was swimming with all the information he was feeding her and she felt exhausted and hungry. He had explained the theory behind organic gardening, his lemonade business and the orchards he owned. She learned the need to reinvest the profits back into the company and had reviewed last quarter’s reports with him. Besides the organic side of his success and the security systems he developed, Creighton’s company produced high tech satellite phones and satellite dishes, high-bred technology for buildings, cars and machinery and was highly invested in restoration of landmarks and preservation of natural resources. He owned nearly four hundred homes, apartment complexes and business buildings around the world, along with more than a hundred cars, all being fitted to run off natural resources. Right now his company was working on a sophisticated tracking device that would allow authorities to find and locate missing persons or escaped convicts.
Sandra had been presented with a credit card for each of Creighton’s five personal accounts, even though she insisted she didn’t want them; given keys to his flats in England, Versailles, Australia and New York as well as the Mercedes he always drove as well as the one he had recently ordered; a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Coupe. He was as excited as a child when he explained that it was an all-electric sports car, the latest model with all the bells and whistles, naturally.
She was given the security codes for both entering and alerting authorities to his businesses and the house in Yorkshire and told that he would be teaching her to drive on the opposite side of the road once they were moved into their new home.
By the time they took a break for lunch, her head ached, her stomach growled and her breasts felt heavy and cold having been subjected to nothing more than his lustful glances and an occasional brush of his thumb or kiss of his lips. This was not how she planned on ending her honeymoon; finances were never her favorite course in school and she particularly did not like it now. When he told her she was a wealthy woman by marrying him, she had no idea how wealthy until he insisted she see his bank accounts. She about swallowed her tongue when she saw how much was in each one. The last time she had seen that many digits in one place, was when she called her Aunt Margaret in Georgia!
“We’ll put this away for now, but I still have a lot more to show you and explain,” he told her as he took her hand and walked into the kitchen, pulling the fridge open. “This is just the tip of iceberg.”
“Please explain to me again, why I have to know all of this stuff? Don’t you have a vice president or a second in command that takes care of everything when you’re not around?”
“No, I have Michelle. She is my personal assistant, but even she has no idea what all is involved in running a firm of this magnitude. That’s why I need you by my side.” Creighton removed a covered plastic container and placed it on the counter as they spoke, then closed the fridge and walked to the pantry where he retrieved a loaf of bread and a can of cream of chicken soup.
“You are much brighter than you give yourself credit,” he told her taking the lid off the container and opened the soup. He mixed it in the blender with a cup of milk and then added some chopped celery from a bag in the fridge. Sandra was amazed at how easily he moved about the kitchen and worked the appliances; about the most she ever used was the microwave. Once he mixed the soup concoction into a chicken and rice casserole, he put it into the microwave and set it for ten minutes.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, frowning at the expression she wore.
“I feel like I’ve walked into the middle of a movie. You seem so calm about all of this, everything; the money, the technology, even cooking. I feel like I should be sitting on a shelf somewhere out of the way. I’ll never be able to do any of this like you can, even if I worked at it the rest of my life. I’m just not the type of person who can figure out the ins and outs of a Fortune 500 company or its owner.”
“You really don’t give yourself much credit, do you?” he frowned, wrapping her nearly naked body in his arms. “Do you remember when I met you in the boutique at the hotel? You were so shy about not having the money to afford the clothes you wanted, you were willing to ignore your desires to go with your common sense. What about when I asked you to marry me? I’m surprised you didn’t jump ship and try swimming back to shore. You thought I was crazy and even as much as I harassed you; you still kept your senses about you.
“Don’t you see, Sandra, business is exactly like that, especially mine. Do you have any idea how many times I could throw away my morals and just gone with a cheaper product that would make me more money, or invest in another alternative that cut corners? I needed a sense of right and wrong when I first started my company and that’s exactly what you have. Apply your instinct and your intuition and you’ll go much farther than you think you can.
“Do you know how proud I was when you took Debbie Lankly into your hands and guided her through the daily process of what I expected out of her? All I had to do was tell you what I wanted and you ran with it; you took the first step toward making a successful investment in Kansas. I am quite certain when we return you’ll see more than a happy woman; you’ll find a farm that is fruitful and profitable.”
“You have a lot more faith in me than I ever will,” she said sadly. “Maybe I should just be content with staying barefoot and pregnant.”
“Never,” he said gently. “Not that I would mind it, at least the practicing side of creation, but I want more for you than that. You are a strong woman and a smart one. That day you confronted The Don in Milan, I was never more proud of anyone in my life. You stood up to a man that most people cower to and even when he showed his poker face, you stared him down and made him take another look at what was happening around him. That takes a very ingenious person to do that to a man like Donato Vigano. I can count the people who are not intimidated by him on one finger, me. Even my own father backs away from him, perhaps not as much as some other men I’ve seen, but he does.”
“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t intimidate me,” she said with a small smile. “I don’t back away from bullies, I never have.”
“Then think of business in the same way. Finances, technology, investment, they are all the same thing; big bullies waiting to be put in their places and controlled.” The timer on the microwave went off and Creighton drew a deep breath, kissing her lips briefly before turning around to take their lunch out of the silver box.
“Are you cold?” he asked with a wicked grin as they walked to the table. Sandra frowned; why would he ask her this now after two hours of having her sit naked… or at least half naked, while he tried to educate her on the world of eco-finance?
“No,” she answered hesitantly as he held the chair out for her, allowing her to sit down next to the toys that remained untouched on the table beside her.
“Do you know why I made you dress that way?”
“Because you’re a perverted stalker?”
“Yes, that and it has been very pleasurable, but it was more of a lesson for you. Because of your attire, or lack thereof, you have overcome your obstacle of being embarrassed. I am very proud of you, not only were you able to concentrate, even though I was having a hell of a time with it, but you did it without the slightest indication that you were practically starkers. It’s like the old advise every teacher gives their students before going out for a debate, or speaking in front of the class; envision your audience in their underwear and they are less intimidating. The next time you have to concentrate on business, you’ll remember today and you’ll be less afraid of what lies ahead of you.”
“Is there a lesson in everything you do?” she asked with a smile as he sat across from her and began dishing up the chicken and rice dish. Creighton laughed then handed her a plate.
“Not always, but you’re such a damned good student, I find myself relishing in the instructions; especially the darker, more intimate ones.”
“So, since my lack of clothing was simply another of your impeccable training sessions, I suppose I can get dressed now?”
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned with a wicked grin. “I promised you a reward for your diligence, or punishment as I recall. Which one would you like to start with?”
“Why should I be punished or choose either one? I have been subjected to an afternoon of complete boredom and drudgery. I believe I should be rewarded to the height of praise for sitting still all that time and not falling asleep.” Creighton narrowed his eyes to her slightly, eating his lunch silently, thinking of all the erotic things he wanted to do to her.
He remembered their last night in Kansas and how she kept wiggling her bottom in front of him as they packed for their trip back home, challenging him and daring him to spank her. He was afraid to try until last night when he finally found a website that gave him instructions on BDSM with pregnant women and how much they could take. He knew a great deal on the subject of torture and reward, but finding that site and the many videos provided, made him eager to return to their darker side of lovemaking.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked with a slight furrow of her brow.
“Oh, all the naughty things I plan on doing to you.” He smiled at the soft blush she offered him. “You must have been hungry,” he added, making her look down at the empty plate in front of her. Sandra was amazed; she barely remembered eating at all, but she felt full and content and ready for whatever he had in mind.
“Tell me about this surprise you mentioned last night,” she remarked, hoping to still the wild thumping of her heart.
“You mean besides the table in our room?” He smiled when her blush deepened.
“You said I would like it; that table is your perverted toy, not mine.”
“But you are the one who will benefit from it; in many perverted, dark ways.”
“So that was my surprise?”
“No,” he chuckled and stood, walking out of the room and into the den. He returned a few minutes later with an iPad and handed it to her, causing her to frown.
“What’s this?” she asked, taking it from him and watching as he walked around to the opposite side of the table.
“A gift. Turn it on.” She obeyed with a heavy sigh; as much as she liked gifts, she kept thinking about what else he planned on buying her. When was too much enough for a man like Creighton Ashford?
Sandra pushed the button and watched as the screen came alive, smiling at the background picture of them on the front steps of the church; their wedding photo.
“See the icon on the top?” he asked her watching her search the screen. “Open it.” Sandra touched the small icon that said SEA and found a number of items inside; her music, her books, the few games she liked to play on her Kindle. There was a folder of photos including the ones they had taken at Chang’s the first time they were in France and the private pictures he had taken a few weeks ago at his office; the ones where he had photographed his initials on her delicate body, her breasts and a few of her labia.
“What if someone sees these?” she asked in an alarmed tone, staring at the man who smiled back at her.
“That’s why you put a password on your devices. I for one am not ashamed of a single one of those pictures. They represent your love for me and your trust. You have no idea how rare those two items are in this world.”
