by StVil, Lola
He won't let anything stop him from getting to his Valentine treat...
There is a long list of dirty things I plan to do to my beautiful wife, on Valentine's day.
When I'm done with her, she'll be too weak to move. In fact, she won't even remember her name.
Unfortunately, our Valentine's weekend is ruined when she has to leave town for work. She is stuck at the Plaza Hotel, in the world's most boring conference. In order to keep her from going crazy, I text her a series of commands to follow. They start out sweet but soon, my professional wife is sneaking out to do very "unprofessional" things...
Please note: This is a sexy, safe, short story. It's also a stand alone, HEA. If you like getting dirty, you've come to the right place.
Copyright © 2019 by Lola StVil
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Formatting by Dallas Hodge, Everything But The Book
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I smile to myself as I complete my online order. It’s two days away from Valentine’s Day, and it will be my first one as a husband. Robin, my wife, is going to love the gift I’ve just ordered for her, and I don’t think she’ll be the only one. I think it will give both of us hours of pleasure.
I picture her in my mind: her high cheekbones and her little button nose. I love to wrap my hands around her long wavy hair and sink my cock into her from behind. It’s also a good way to see her tight little ass and perky breasts. And then there’s her delicious pussy. I could spend my whole life in that pussy.
On Valentine’s Day, I’m going to make her feel like the most special girl in the whole world. I have a lot planned. We’re going out for dinner at her favorite restaurant, followed by a moonlight carriage ride through the city. But that’s just the start of it. When Robin thinks the night is over, it will really just be beginning.
I’m going to eat her pussy until she’s begging me to just fuck her. I’m going to caress every inch of her perfect porcelain skin. Then I plan to make her nipples extra hard, sucking and biting them, making them respond to me in ways Robin doesn’t even know is possible. And when she’s past the point of no return, I’ll fuck her senseless.
I’m going to bend her over the edge of the bed and fuck her until her knees buckle and she can’t take anymore. It’ll be the night of her life. Of both of our lives. Whoever said sex after marriage is boring married the wrong girl because there is absolutely nothing boring about Robin.
She is a ball of energy, and she’s always up for trying something new. She takes me places I’ve only ever dreamed of going before. It’s crazy but just thinking of her face twisted in ecstasy makes my cock rock hard. The need for Robin is pounding through my body, and it’s all I can do not to walk out of my office, get her from work, and take her right there.
There’s a knock on my door, and without waiting for an answer, Geri, my personal assistant, comes into my office. I scoot further under the desk so she can’t see my huge erection. There’s a lawsuit waiting to happen if she gets a glimpse of that. I can see the headline now. “Youngest millionaire CEO sexually harasses his PA.” I quickly close down the tab on my screen; the gifts I was browsing weren’t exactly chocolates and flowers.
I can feel my face blushing, and I clear my throat.
“Is everything okay, Geri?” I say.
I can hear the thickness of my voice as I speak. Geri frowns.
“Are you alright, Mr. Blake? You’re flushed, and your voice sounds kind of scratchy. You’re not coming down with that flu that’s going around, are you?”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m fine. What can I do for you?”
She doesn’t look entirely convinced. The way I’m shifting around in my seat trying to find a position where my cock isn’t rubbing against anything, I can’t say I blame her. I wish she’d just get the hell out, but I can’t say that to her. She never disturbs me unless it’s important, and it’s not her fault I can’t stop thinking about my wife’s pussy.
“I need your signature on this,” Geri says, stepping forward and handing me a sheet of paper. “It’s the approval sheet for Nathan Parker’s renovations.”
She places a thick design file on my desk.
“That’s what Wes is proposing,” she says, nodding to the file.
“Why are you bringing that to me?” I ask.
I run the interior design company, but each individual interior designer is responsible for their own projects, and Wes is one of the best. He shouldn’t need me to double-check his work. Nathan Parker is a long-term client, and I don’t understand why Wes would need my help to redesign his bathroom.
Geri consults her notes.
“The project got significantly larger. Nathan liked Wes’s vision so much he asked for his vision for his office space. His office space is no small job. It’s three floors encompassing almost fifty offices. Nathan loves Wes’s design, and he wants to get started immediately. That’s why we need your signature now.”
I am starting to get irritated. None of what Geri is saying is making this any clearer. Geri senses my irritation and frowns slightly.
“It’s your rule, Mr. Blake,” she says.
“What rule?” I demand.
Geri is damned good at her job, but she’s frustrating at times. Like when she won’t get to the point, and I have a fucking hard-on under the desk.
“You have to sign off on any projects worth over ten million dollars,” she says.
“Nathan’s work is coming in at over ten million?” I say, making sure I’ve got this right.
Geri nods.
“Yup. Fourteen point seven million to be exact. Wes needs you to okay the expenses. It needs to be done today. Nathan already paid the deposit, and he’s expecting the work to begin over the next few days.”
“I’m on it,” I say.
Geri nods again and walks toward my door. She pauses when she reaches it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah, really I’m fine. I’ve just got a lot of balls up in the air right now.”
She leaves the office, and I allow myself to relax a little. I tug at my pants, trying to get my cock to go down. It isn’t my balls that are the problem, despite what I might have said to Geri. It is my cock that’s causing me the problem and making me act strangely enough that Geri felt the need to ask me twice if I am alright.
I know I’ll have to deal with that before I can concentrate on Nathan’s designs. And then maybe I’ll be able to focus on something other than the curve of Robin’s ass and the way she bites her lip when we have sex.
It’s been a long day today. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job as an ad executive. Some days are a dream, and some clients are a dream. But then there’s today and Joe Rigby. He takes picky to a new level, and he has a nasty habit of approving a campaign and then changing his mind completely. My boss won’t stand up to him because he’s one of our top clients. So guess who gets to deal with his constant messages and diva attitude? Me.
I spent most of the morning on a conference call with him listening to him berate my work. So, I made changes and then spent the rest of the afternoon working on it with my team. And just when we had the new campaign ready, he called to say he wants the original idea instead. ARGH!
I look over at the clock on my desk. It’s now well after nine, and I can’t wait to get home, have a long shower, and chill out with Denton. I know he’ll find a way to take my mind off work. He always does, especially when he’s fucking me to within an inch of my life. That’s exactly what I need ri
ght now.
I feel a rush of wetness as I imagine Denton running his hands over my body, licking me, caressing me. I imagine him slipping his fingers inside of me as I run my eyes over his rock-solid abs, his perfect pecs, and his tattooed arms. I picture myself looking into his bright green eyes as he rocks my world.
Those eyes were what caught my attention in the first place when I worked on a campaign for Blake’s Interiors, Denton’s company. I found myself unable to look away from them. It was like he was looking into my very soul, and the way he looked at me, he liked what he saw in there. When he smiled, those beautiful eyes twinkled, and I was hooked. I pretty much creamed my panties just looking at him.
We dated for a month, and then Denton asked me to marry him. He made it clear to me before we did anything that this wasn’t a fling. I was a little apprehensive. I was twenty-four and wanted to climb the corporate ladder, but he didn’t leave me any choice. Once I met him, I knew I couldn’t bear to be without him.
We were married within seven months, and I love him every bit as much as I ever have. The things he does to me. The way he makes my body sing like it was always his, just waiting for him to unleash this wild side I never knew I had. I can feel myself getting damp just thinking of him.
I stand up abruptly and put my jacket on. I’m done here. I head for the door. I’m almost there when I hear my boss, Colin, speak up from behind me.
“Ah, Robin, there you are. Not trying to sneak away early there, were you?”
“If you can call four hours later than I finish sneaking away early, then you’re damned right I am,” I say with a grin.
“And when you’re here later than I am, then you can moan about what time you get to leave,” he fires back.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Sure he works long hours. Whoop de doo. I’d happily work twenty-four hours a day if I got his salary. I remind myself this is our standard joke. I’m just antsy because it’s almost Valentine’s Day, and Denton has been teasing me constantly, telling me he has a major surprise planned for me but refusing to tell me what it is.
“I need to see you in my office,” Colin says. “Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”
I know there’s no point in asking if it can wait until tomorrow. Waiting until tomorrow isn’t an option in the ad world. And you don’t get to where I am by moaning and rocking the boat. I follow Colin through the now deserted open-plan space and into his office.
“We have a chance to land Cartier. They’re not happy with their current ad company and they’re shopping around. They’ve heard your name and they’re interested, but landing a client like that isn’t as simple as sending them a quote. Their chief, Charles Milton, wants schmoozing. He wants someone who gets him and who listens to him. He wants the whole package. Are you up to that?”
I nod, suddenly forgetting the fact I wanted to leave. Working with a company like Cartier is the dream.
“I’m up to it,” I say.
Colin smiles. “I knew you would be. You remind me of myself when I was your age. Hungry for more. There’s a big conference coming up. It’s a two-day thing, and Cartier will be there, along with several other big fish we wouldn’t mind landing. It’s in the Beverly Wilshire, so it’s only a couple of hours’ drive, and you’ll be staying in luxury, of course.”
“I’m in,” I say.
I know Denton won’t mind. He gets me. He gets that this is important to me and that I was never going to be one of those girls who marries someone successful and throws their own career down the drain.
“Fantastic. Go home and pack a bag. You leave tomorrow. The conference starts at noon and will run the day after too. You’ll stay overnight for the two days and come back the day after.”
I can feel disappointment weighing me down. Today is February 12.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I can’t go.”
“What?” Colin demands.
“It means I’ll be away for Valentine’s Day. It’s my and Denton’s first Valentine’s Day together.”
Colin frowns. “For fuck’s sake, Robin. Valentine’s Day? You’re a grown woman with a career most people would kill for, not a twelve-year-old girl with a stupid crush.”
I shake my head. He can think what he wants, but this is important to me.
“I can’t,” I say again.
Colin sighs and sits forward, resting his forearms on his desk.
“Let me make this clear to you, Robin. I asked you out of professional courtesy, but if you want to remain at this company, it wasn’t really a request. The conference is mandatory. Cartier is the whale, and I’m not going to let them slip through my fingers so you can go home and play house with your husband. Do we understand each other?”
I have a thousand thoughts running through my mind. Colin has laid out an ultimatum I didn’t see coming. I should have seen it coming. I should have seen it coming a mile away. Of course it wasn’t a request. And it’s Cartier. Surely Denton will understand. We could do something on the weekend instead. He won’t be happy about it, but I can make it up to him.
“I’m on it,” I say.
“Good,” Colin says.
He hands me a thick envelope.
“That’s your room booking, directions to the hotel, and everything you need to know to land Cartier.”
I glance through the papers. It’s immediately clear to me that Colin was serious when he said I didn’t have a choice. My name is already on the hotel room booking. I was going to this conference whether I liked it or not. At least it is in a nice hotel. It could be worse. I could be spending the most romantic night of the year away from my husband in a dirty little dive.
“Is that everything?” I ask.
Colin nods and I stand up.
“I’ll land them. And another company as well,” I promise him.
I’m not going to be with Denton for Valentine’s Day, so I might as well make it count. I make my way to the door.
“Robin?” Colin says.
I glance back.
“I’ll meet you halfway. Drive back early on the fifteenth and take the day off.”
“Thanks,” I say, forcing a smile.
I know it’s an olive branch, and I accept it graciously, but inside, I’m anything but gracious. I hate being in a position where I have to choose between work and Denton. I know he’ll get it. He’s a CEO, and as such he understands the workaholic mentality, but it doesn’t make it sting any less to know I won’t be with him on the most romantic day of the year. I know he’s got a special night planned, and now I have to ruin it.
As I walk to my car, I can’t help thinking about what we might have done. I see Denton naked before me. He kisses me and runs his tongue down my body to my pussy. He licks me, sucks on me, makes me come again and again. By the time I reach my car, my panties are soaking, and I am throbbing with need.
By the time Robin comes back downstairs, I am starting to worry. She went for a shower while I put dinner on, and she’s been gone a long time. I was almost ready to go up and check on her. The worry goes away when I see her. Her cheeks are flushed red from the shower. She is wearing a white terry cloth robe, and her wet hair hangs down her back. All traces of makeup are gone from her face, and she is at her most beautiful.
I feel a throb go through my cock as I look at her. She moves to the table and sits down.
“I was starting to think you’d climbed out of one of the windows and made a run for it,” I joke.
She doesn’t so much as smile.
“We need to talk,” she says.
I feel a pulse of dread in my stomach. This looks serious, and I’m suddenly afraid. What does she want to talk about that’s making her look like she’s on the verge of tears? I move to her side and sit down beside her. I take one of her hands in both of mine.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask.
She just shakes her head and sighs loudly.
“I … I have to go to a conference. That’s why I took so long upstairs. I was p
acking. I need to leave tomorrow, and I won’t be back until the fifteenth. I’m so sorry. I know how much planning you’ve put into Valentine’s Day, and I know you were really looking forward to it. I was too, and if there were any other choice, I wouldn’t go, but I have to.”
I feel as though someone has pulled the rug out from underneath me. She’s not going to be here for Valentine’s Day? All of that planning wasted. I’m not angry with her, just upset that we’ll have to be apart. I can’t show her that though. She looks like she’s about to cry, her eyes swimming.
“It’s fine, Robin,” I tell her.
“Is it?” she says, looking up at me in surprise.
I nod. “Yes. It’s just a day. I love you every day, not just once a year. We’ll just have to celebrate another day,” I say.
“Colin said I could have the fifteenth off. We can celebrate then,” she says.
“I was thinking more like right now,” I tell her with a wink.
She frowns. “What about dinner?” she asks.
I shrug. “Fuck dinner,” I say with a grin.
I lean in and kiss her neck. She giggles as I blow gently on her earlobe, tickling it with the loose strands of her hair.
“You’re not too disappointed?” she asks.
“No. It’s just chicken, Robin.” I grin, purposely misunderstanding her to make her laugh.
It works. I love to make her laugh. I love the musical sound to it, and I love how it makes her breasts jiggle ever so slightly.
“I meant that I won’t be here for Valentine’s Day,” she corrects me.
“Don’t get me wrong, it would have been great to be able to spend the night together, but it’s only two days, and we have tonight, and we have the day you get back, and we have every day for the rest of our lives,” I say.
I punctuate each word with a kiss to her neck.
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s do this,” she says.
I stand up and pull her roughly to her feet. I reach out and pull the belt of her robe. It falls open easily, and she stands before me. Her chest heaves as she looks at me, and the lust in her eyes makes my cock stand up. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and I know Robin sees my cock coming up for her. I can see it in the greedy look in her eyes as she drinks in my body as I drink in hers.