by Katie Dowe
“Don’t please,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want,” he told her hoarsely, his mouth on one of her leg, his teeth scraping her skin.
“I want this, I need this, please John,” she was babbling and she did not care.
He bent her legs and plundered her, his penis throbbing inside her and driving her crazy with intense pleasure. They came together in an explosion of passion that had her screaming out his name.
When he was able, he picked her up and took her into the bedroom where he used his mouth this time to cover every inch of her body.
*****
He had to talk to her and he had come with the intention of doing just that, but the minute he had laid eyes on her, he had changed his mind. He did not want to lose her and seeing her had driven everything from his mind. He had seen the way her body trembled when she heard his voice. Whether she wanted to admit it or not she was falling in love with him and it had stopped becoming physical; it was becoming something else. The only thing he had to do was convince her that they belonged together. She had not opened up to him about her father and he wanted her to do so without him prompting her.
He had cut the meeting short because he had been pining for her and he had came straight here, not even going home to change or anything. He had wanted to see her, be alone with her. He was in love with her and he wanted her to realize that she was in love with him too.
*****
He hurried home to change because he had taken a shower with her and they had ended up making love in the bathroom against the cold bathroom tiles.
“Let’s play hooky today,” he had said biting down gently on her neck and sending shivers through her body.
“I can’t,” she gasped as he took a piece of her flesh inside his mouth and sucked on it. “I have some meetings.” She could not think when he did that or when he did anything else for that matter.
“Me too,” he sighed, stroking his tongue over the area he had just bitten. “What are we doing later?”
“Anything you want,” she was breathing short and she sagged against him weakly.
“I will let you know.” His fingers parted the lips of her vagina and he went down on his knees before running his tongue in between her flesh. She sagged back against the wall her eyes closed as he did things to her she had never imagined possible.
*****
“Darling, when did you get back?” Asami looked at him in surprise as he rushed inside and made his way to his suite.
“Last night mother,” he kissed her cheek briefly before walking away. “I can’t talk now, I have a meeting at the office in fifteen minutes.”
“So where were you?” she asked following him to his suite. She had just come down from her suite and was planning on going into her greenhouse to work on some bulbs Lucas had brought over the day before. They were planning to go out to dinner later and maybe talk a stroll along the path even though the weather was not exactly made for strolls.
“I’ll tell you when I get back later.” He told her as he went into his vast closet to choose something to wear.
“Ah the mystery lady.” She said with a smile. “Am I going to finally get to meet her?”
“You already know her mother,” he told her coming out and buttoning up a cerulean blue shirt and pushing the tails into gray dress pants.
“I do?” she looked at him frowning. “Darling, I cannot imagine who that could be.”
“It’s Leonie mother and I would appreciate you not calling her and saying anything to her just yet. I don’t want to scare her.”
“Leonie Williams from the matchmaking place?” she asked her eyes wide.
“The same.” He nodded. “Now I really have to run.” He pecked her cheek lightly and left on a run, leaving her staring after him with a delighted smile on her face. Finally!
*****
Leonie was buzzing! She had spent the time after he had left carefully dressing in a green wraparound wool dress that just showed a hint of cleavage, a long gold necklace, tiny gold knobs and multiple bracelets. She put on knee length black boots and did her make-up carefully.
She stared at herself in the mirror and realized that her eyes were shining and her full lips were still swollen from the kisses he had rained on her over and over again. They had not done much sleeping but had explored each other’s bodies for most of the night. She was seeing him later and she was looking forward to it.
A smile curved her lips as she remembered following him to the door as he was about to leave. She had been naked and had caught him around the neck and taken his lips with hers.
“I am going to be late Leonie,” he had told her hoarsely as his hands came around her waist with stunning force.
“That’s the beauty of being the boss, isn’t it?” she had whispered like a seductress against his mouth. That had done it. He had pushed her back inside and taken her right there against the closed door, his thrusts hurried and forceful.
*****
“You look different.” Simoniel looked at her up and down, her eyes quizzical. “What happened to you since you left here yesterday?”
“John came home,” she beamed hanging up her coat on the nail inside her office.
“Oh I see. What a transformation.” Simoniel had followed her inside and perched on the side of the desk. It was a little after eight thirty and they had a client coming in shortly but she was curious to hear the details. “And the way you are dressed! I am almost sure it’s not for me or Julia’s benefit is it?”
“Of course not!” Leonie retorted playfully, sitting back and leaning her head against the headrest. “I went home and saw him there Sim and I thought I would have died of pleasure. I never realized how much I missed him until that moment.”
“You do realize that you are finally admitting to being in love with this man aren’t you?” Simoniel asked her mildly.
“I guess I am,” Leonie said truthfully.
“Oh good! I thought I was the only one who saw it.” Her friend said with a smile. “Do I hear wedding bells in the very near future? Maybe a Christmas wedding?”
“What?” Leonie looked at her frowning. “I am not getting married Sim, that is entirely out of the question.”
“You finally find someone who makes you feel the way you do and you have admitted that you are in love with him and you are not going to marry him?” her friend looked at her incredulously. “What world are you living in?”
“The world that knows that marriages fail and I have no intention of being a statistic.” She said firmly, reaching for the files in front of her and indicating that the conversation was at an end.
“And it does not matter what he wants?”
She looked up at her friend and realized that she had been staying away from that particular subject. She had just discovered herself that she had fallen in love with John and in spite of trying to fight the feeling, it had blossomed inside her but now to have to deal with the possibility of him asking her to marry him? It was not something that she was prepared to deal with.
“He wants what I want and I am sure he will be satisfied with that.” She said firmly, ignoring the voice that was telling her otherwise.
“Be careful you do not lose him with the stubbornness you are portraying Lee,” her friend said quietly. “I have never seen you look so happy, and you know it as well.”
*****
“I told my mother about us,” he told her lazily. He had picked her up from work and taken her to his place where he had cooked her Yakisoba, a Japanese style fried noodles with a mixture of pork and seafood, telling her that it was one of two Japanese dishes he was able to prepare.
They had eaten and showered together and were in bed while he trailed his fingers down her flat stomach. She was lying cross way on his bare stomach with her head turned towards him.
“You did?” she asked casually, refusing to feel scared about the fact that he had told his mother about her. “What did you tell her?”
“
Just that we are seeing each other,” he had seen the look of fear that she had tried to hide and knew she was probably wondering if he was going to mention marriage. “Do you mind?”
She shook her head. “She will have to know eventually. I mean this is a veritable mansion but sooner or later she is going to know that I hang out here sometimes.”
“Good, I am glad that’s over.” His fingers feathered along her nipples and he felt them hardened immediately. He had only to touch her for her to start responding and he felt triumphant. No matter how much she tried to hide that she was responsive to him, her body had a habit of betraying her. It was only a matter of time before she realized that they belonged together in a permanent way and he was hoping that he had the patience to wait until then.
“You make me happy,” she made the observation casually and looked up at him.
It took all his effort not to blurt out how he felt about her at that instant but his heartbeat quickened instantly.
“I am glad,” he strove to make his voice sound calm and succeeded to a point. He was slowly getting there.
Chapter 9
They flew to New York in his private jet to have dinner in Manhattan and Leonie was thrilled by the experience. It was a Saturday night and after dinner they had strolled hand in hand along the streets brilliantly lit with dazzling lights and then spent the night in a five star hotel.
He was big on impulse. He would tell her that he wanted them to have dinner and then she realized that he was taking her out of town to a fancy restaurant that she had only read about. They spent all the time together when they were not working and he had only been away once since the time he had gone to Japan and that had been to Switzerland to deliver a keynote address to a group of entrepreneurs there. He had asked her to come with him but she had declined telling him she had work to do. He had been gone for two days and she could not sleep on the bed without him. He had also suggested that she stay at his place but she had not felt comfortable being there without him.
She had finally spoken to his mother and she could hear the hope in her voice and the delight of him being with someone meaningful.
“I am so happy for both of you,” she had enthused. They had had dinner with her and Lucas a day before he had left for his trip. Leonie had felt uncomfortable at first but she had relaxed after a while and hoped that the woman would not mention marriage. He had not said anything to her on the subject and she felt on edge, wondering if he was going to do so and ruin what they had.
They were happy and they certainly did not need the pressure of a marriage license to be together, it was working for them and she hoped he was thinking that way as well.
She had told her mother about him. “Honey that’s wonderful!” she had exclaimed. “When am I going to get to meet him?”
“I don’t know yet Mom, we are just going into this thing and we are taking it slow.” She had told her.
“What does that mean honey?”
“It means that I don’t want you to get your hopes up about marriage or anything like that. I am not there and I won’t be.” Leonie said.
The silence on the other end of the line stretched for so long that Leonie started to get uncomfortable.
“He is all right with that?” she asked her quietly.
“I don’t know mom, he has not said anything to me.” She said in frustration. Why does everyone keep asking that?
“Have you told him where you stand honey?”
“No but I think he knows.”
“Oh my dear girl,” Leonora said with a deep sigh. “He is probably afraid to lose you if he brings it up and he is doing so to please you. I think you should tell him and hear what he has to say.”
“I don’t want to rock the boat.” Leonie said stiffly.
“I think the boat has already been rocked honey. Do you love him?”
“I have a strong feeling I do,” she said with a short laugh. “Whenever he is away I cannot seem to function properly.”
“My dear girl that is love and you need to treasure it.” Leonora said gently. “You are going to have to find a way to deal with the hang up you have about marriage and commitment my dear before that young man gets tired of waiting.”
“I don’t want to lose him mom but you know how I feel about the subject of marriage. I am in love with him, shouldn’t that be enough?” she asked plaintively.
“For some people that is not enough.”
Long after the conversation had ended she sat there thinking. It was Sunday afternoon and John was due to come home tonight and she could not wait to see him. He had told her he wanted to have just a quiet evening with her, either at her place or his, it did not matter.
She had cleaned her apartment from top to bottom and had changed her drapes and her sheets and had done the laundry, she had even gone to the supermarket to stock up on food items, with the intention of cooking him dinner.
The first time she had been to his place she had stood there staring around the sumptuous rooms in amazement. She had taken an art class in college and had seen paintings hanging on the walls by Renoir, Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso, Rembrandt and Monet and some famous Japanese arts. His suite consisted of four bedrooms three bathrooms, a sitting area, a huge kitchen and a front and back balcony. The grounds of the place were vast and led off to a wooded area that he had told her had a log cabin that he used sometimes when he wanted to get away from it all. There was also a stream that led towards the cabin and trees of all descriptions. “We will go to the cabin when we get back,” he had told her.
She still did not allow herself to think of what it meant to be dating a billionaire and she did not allow herself to think about it. She was not interested in his money and she absolutely refused to accept expensive gifts from him. She would go to the fancy restaurants and the opera where she had been to with him but that was as far as it went, she was not interested or even impressed by how much money he had. They had been photographed several times together and she had seen the caption: ‘Japanese billionaire John Masaki out on the town with lady friend Leonie Williams’ and it had not bothered her in the least.
*****
Asami curled her feet beneath her on the chair and settled back contentedly and closed her eyes. She was at Lucas’ house and he was cooking her dinner, refusing her help in the kitchen and letting her know that he was perfectly capable of cooking dinner for the woman he loved. She had looked at him in shocked surprise.
They had been going out for the past four months now and it being October, their relationship had progressed quickly. He had not mentioned marriage to her but she knew he was being cautious and waiting for the right moment. She wanted to marry him because every day that passed she realized that she was in love with him and was very comfortable with him. He treated her with the utmost respect and honor and she loved him for it.
He never took anything from her and she had started sneaking stuff she had bought for the house inside when she came by; like the area rug that she had noticed had gone threadbare and the drapes at the living room windows that showed they had been there for decades. He never asked her for gifts and she took pleasure giving him little tokens of her appreciation.
“How about some wine and a little music?” he suggested as he came back into the room bearing a bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses.
“Wonderful,” she beamed, reaching for one of the glasses and holding it out for him to pour the wine. He went to select the music and she smiled as she realized that he had selected Percy Sledge which they had discovered that they had in common.
“Come and sit beside me,” she said patting the space beside her on the slightly worn sofa. They had made love finally a month ago and she had lain there in his arms with tears on her cheeks. She had never experienced that kind of tender compassionate lovemaking before and she had held him tightly to her.
“I think John is waiting to ask Leonie to marry him,” she murmured settling back against him and smiled as he curved his hand ar
ound her waist and rested his chin on her head.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Not to her. He warned me against saying anything about marriage and grandchildren in front of her.” She said with a sigh as she sipped the ice cold liquid in appreciation. “They make such a lovely couple and I can see how much they love each other.”
“They have to make their own path Asami and you do not need to interfere.” He warned her gently.
“I am trying not to but I can see how much it is weighing on him,” she said with a sigh.
“They will get there,” he said sensibly. “In the meantime, I would like to ask you something important.”
She eased away from him and looked at him expectantly, her eyes bright with anticipation.
“How much do you like the name Masaki?” he asked her casually.
“Lucas Whittingham are you in your own sneaking way asking me to marry you?” her eyes twinkled with laughter and happiness.
“I guess I am,” he told her sheepishly reaching to take the glass from her hand and putting his glass beside it. He took her tiny hands into his own large ones roughened by the time he had spent digging into the soil. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“I would love nothing better,” she told him tearfully, going into his arms readily as he reached for her.
*****
“You must have really missed me,” he said teasingly as he stood behind her inside the kitchen and watched her stir the meat sauce on the stove top. She had made spaghetti and meatballs and had a bottle of wine chilling on the dining room table. He had not too long ago arrived, his driver had dropped him off. He had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie. She had run into his arms and he had held her to him tightly inhaling the scent of cooking and her special perfume. He had been impatient to get to her and had cursed the traffic on the road in his mind. “You don’t cook.”
“I don’t usually cook but yes, I admit it, I have missed you.” She turned around and looped her arms around his neck while he pulled her away from the stove. She was wearing a thin black blouse that exposed her midriff and black tights that indicated that she had no underwear on. She had stopped wearing them when she realized how many he had ruined in his haste to get her naked. “I found it quite difficult to sleep without you.” She admitted.