Completely Mine: Bliss Series, Book Four

by Hall, Deanndra

  “That’s true.”

  “And if there are some who’d like to take a week of that off to spend time together, either submissives or Dominants, I’d like to be able to help out with that. Of course, some of the members actually plan their vacations around it.”

  “Every year?” I nod. “But after they find a submissive―”

  “Baby, some of them have been paired year after year and still haven’t found a suitable match.”

  “You’re kidding,” she whispers.

  “No. Not at all. Just because you’re paired with someone doesn’t mean it’ll work out. Gary? The guy who manages the grocery store? He’s been trying for six years and still hasn’t found anybody. I think they think he’s subpar because he manages a grocery store, but by god, he’s making almost a half million a year.”

  “Seriously?” she shrieks.

  “Yeah. He manages the store here, but he’s like a district manager or something. He’s got about forty-five stores under him that he oversees, so he makes really good money. But all they see is a grocery clerk.”

  “Well, ain’t that the shit?” she says, and I burst out laughing. “What?”

  “I’ve never heard you say anything like that before!” I say, still laughing.

  “For your safety, I won’t say where I grew up, but it wasn’t in the city. I grew up in a rural area.”

  “I can tell!” I’m still chuckling.

  “Okay, so no money from the club, which means we’ll have to make sure business grows out here. And if it grows enough?”

  “I’ll hire a couple of people. Got a couple in mind already.” When she just stares at me, I say, “Trish and Sheila. They could both work part time, give them a little extra income, and still have plenty of time for the kids.”

  “They’d be excellent choices. They really would.” She pauses before she asks, “Did you know they were going to swap the other night?”

  “Nope. Had no idea. And I specifically remember Dave telling me Clint doesn’t share, so that’s something he’s just started. But I do know the four of them are very, very close, so I think it’s more of a thing where each knows if something happens to them, the other will take care of their submissive. That’s got to be a great comfort.”

  That gets a nod from her. “It would be.”

  The rest of the day goes smoothly. Of course, there’s the anxiety attack I have just thinking about her going out the next day to take that appointment. A week ago, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Now that I know she’s hiding from something or someone, I’m not feeling very good about it. Maybe I should talk to Trish or Sheila to see if they’re interested. That would keep Cirilla in the apartment and working instead of out and around town. But I can’t hold her prisoner in her own home just because I’m afraid. What to do, what to do?

  “How’d it go?” I ask when I come in from meeting the builder.

  “Got five packets of info sent out. Did you know there’s a mailbox downstairs and it’s picked up about three thirty every day?”

  “Did not know that! Good to know. Got more to send out?”

  “Oh, yes, sir. I’m trying to tailor every packet to the possible needs of the prospective client, so it’s taking me a while longer, but I think the attention to detail will pay off in the long run. I sent out about eighteen yesterday all up and down the coast. Maybe we’ll see something of them.”

  “That would be nice.”

  “And how did your meeting with the pharma company go?” she asks.

  “Very well, I think. They’re actually looking for property in Chicago too, so I should be able to help them. So what do you want to do for dinner?”

  To my surprise, she stands, walks up to me, and wraps her arms around my neck. “I think I’d kinda like to have dinner in bed.”

  My arms encircle her waist and I pull her up against me. “Oh, is that right?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m thinking pizza. Then maybe watch a little porn together and―”

  “How in the hell did I not find you sooner, woman? You’re every guy’s fantasy,” I say and chuckle as I kiss her lips lightly.

  “As long as I’m your fantasy, I don’t care about those other guys. They don’t count,” she says and kisses me back. “I’m going to change into jeans and a tee or something equally comfy and then we can order. Sound good?”

  “Sounds excellent,” I answer with another little peck on her lips.

  We only get halfway through the pizza. It’s hard to keep your mind on pizza and watch Anal Delight Night. Five minutes in and she’s out of her tee shirt. Ten minutes in and she’s deepthroating my cock which, by the way, she’s extremely good at. I make her stop before I come because I know what I want, and she knows what I want too. Condom on and lubed up, I press my way into her tight little back door, careful to do no damage.

  Five minutes of ass fucking her over the arm of the sofa and I take her into the bedroom, put her on her back, tie her feet to the headboard so her ass is in the air, and fuck the living hell out of it while I use a dildo on that beautiful, tight pussy. Didn’t know we were going to do this so there wasn’t any prep. It’s a little messy. I don’t give a flying fuck. We have soap and water, and I’m happy. She doesn’t seem to care either, so if I don’t care and she doesn’t care, there’s nobody left to care and we’re both happy.

  After I’ve enjoyed it all I can, I just still the dildo inside her, stroke her clit, and pump her like a maniac as soon as she comes. There’s a little screaming, and I like that. Okay, it was more like squealing, but that’s okay. We haven’t seen or heard another living soul, so I’ve begun to think there’s nobody in the other apartments up here anyway. If they’ve heard us carrying on, they haven’t said anything and until they do, I’m not going to worry about it.

  I’m exhausted. I feel like a tire with all the air let out. My cock looks like a tire with all the air let out. “I think my dick’s shot,” I tell her as I fall onto the bed beside her, trying to untie the bindings around her feet by reaching up from my reclining position.

  As soon as her legs drop, she takes a deep breath. “Only thing I hate about that position is how hard it is to breathe,” she says, panting. “Only thing. God, my nipples are still so damn sore from yesterday.”

  That gives me a reason to stare at them. “Well, they’re not bruised, so that’s a good sign.”

  “Yeah. And I like those pliers.”

  That’s a shocker. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Especially when they were flopping around and banging on the bench. I almost came just from the pain,” she says, nuzzling my left nipple. Then she nips it and I feel my limp little friend jump just a bit.

  I don’t believe what I’m hearing. “I don’t ever want to hurt you that way again.”

  “I have a safeword, you know,” she points out.

  “Yeah, and you were determined not to use it,” I throw back.

  “Why would I do that? You were working me over. I like to be worked over. I mean, I like making love too, but I like being worked over.” I stroke her back absentmindedly as she’s curled up against me. “God, this is the one time I’d love to have a cigarette.”

  I start to laugh. “After sex?”

  “Yes. After sex. Always after sex.”

  “You know,” I remind her, “we’ve got pizza out there.”

  “I know. It’s probably cold by now.”

  “I’m sure it is.” There’s this question I’ve been wanting to ask her, and I figure now is a good enough time. “Tell me something. What would it take for you to not have to hide out anymore? I mean, to get out of whatever trouble you’re in, or away from whoever it is that’s trying to find you. What would you have to do?”

  “I’d have to find something someone took and hid away. Something that would prove what I’ve been saying all along.”

  That’s not much to go on, but it’s a start. “Is there some way I could help with that?”

  She shakes her head against me and he
r hair tickles my side. “No. Can’t think of one. Unless you …”

  “What?”

  “No. Never mind. If I say any more, you’ll know too much. I can’t have you in any kind of trouble because of me,” she says, her fingers tracing the line of hair from the middle of my chest to just past my navel. I’m praying she keeps going, but she stops and reverses the path. Her fingers continue upward until they’ve traveled up my neck, up my chin, and to my lips. When they stop there, I kiss her fingertips.

  “If I can help, you know I’ll―”

  “No. I’ve got to be careful with you.”

  “Like I was careful with you last night?” I blurt out, my guilt still overwhelming.

  “Stop it! You didn’t do anything wrong. You think you went too far. I don’t think you did. We’re going to have to agree to disagree and leave it at that,” she says and gives my chest a little slap.

  “Did you just slap me?” I tease.

  “Yes. I did. What are you going to do about it?”

  “This.” I roll until I’m on top of her, braced only slightly above her, and kiss her. Those big, soft tits press into my chest and I feel something below my waist start to stir, and it’s not my knees. I love the feel of her palms on my cheeks when she takes my face in her hands and kisses me back. “I love you, Cirilla,” I whisper to her as she releases me and I lean down to nibble her earlobe.

  “How old are you?”

  Well, there’s a buzzkill. “Um, how old do you think I am?”

  “Do you know how old I am?”

  I snort. “Well, yeah. I hired you, so I know how old you are. I didn’t ask how old you are, but I do have your birthdate on your paperwork, remember?”

  “So how old am I?”

  “You’re thirty-six.”

  “Yes. And how old are you?”

  I roll my eyes. “Older than you.”

  “Brian! How old are you?”

  “Let’s just say there’s not as much difference in our ages as there is between Dave and Olivia’s.”

  “Brian!” she barks again. “How old are you? Just tell me!”

  “Why? Because if you can’t guess, then I guess I’m―”

  “Would you stop it! How fucking old are you?”

  I huff out a sigh. “I’m fifty-one.”

  She lets out a snort of her own. “See? That wasn’t so hard. What, are you so damn old you forgot how old you are?”

  “Hey! I’ll have you know―”

  “I’m kidding, babe!” she cries out. “Sheesh! Have a sense of humor about yourself, wouldja?”

  “I’m trying, but when you start comparing our ages―”

  “I’m not comparing our ages. You’re just fifteen years older than me. That’s not a lot.”

  “Is too.”

  “Is not.”

  “Too,” I announce.

  “Not,” she fires back. “It seems like a lot now, but when you’re ninety and I’m seventy-five, it’ll―”

  “It’ll still be a lot.”

  She sighs and sits up, those tits dropping just enough to make a horny guy hornier. “God, you’re exasperating.” As she rises from the bed, she turns back and asks, “Do you want anything from the fridge? I need something to drink.”

  “Yeah. Just a bottle of water.” I watch her walk away, but before she reaches the door I say, “You know, I like you a lot better like this than before.”

  “You mean naked?”

  I let out a belly laugh. “Well, that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but now that you mention it, that too!”

  “Yeah, yeah. Typical guy. One water coming up.” I hear her soft footfalls as she pads into the kitchen and I’m overwhelmed with the difference in her in the last few days and how much I love her. It’s incredible. It’s wonderful.

  I hope it lasts.

  * * *

  “New members, would you please stand and introduce yourselves?” There are five of us and I’m the last.

  “Hi everybody. My name is Kimberly Fields and I’m the newest franchise owner for Raising the Steaks Takeout. My husband’s name is Stan and we have two kids, a boy and a girl.”

  “Hello. I’m Gary Trout and I just purchased Sanderson Realty from Craig Sanderson. He’s retiring. That’s my lovely wife, Linda, right over there,” he says and points, and we watch a blond woman wave. “We have two kids in college.”

  “Hi. I’m Trevor Watledge and I own Professional Modular Solutions. I don’t have a wife or kids, but I have a dog named Bob.” At that, everybody laughs.

  “Hi, everyone. My name is Carson McMasters and I just purchased Golf Kingdom over on the loop by the new shopping center. I have a husband, Michael, and two cats, and I hope everybody here plays golf. Bring in your HQS membership card and you’ll get ten percent off your purchases.”

  It’s my turn. “Hello. I’m Brian Zimmer. I own Zimmer Locations, LLC. We specialize in finding manufacturing facilities and corporate office space for companies who are in startup or relocating. I moved here from Cincinnati about a month ago, but Seattle is my hometown.” I almost say, And I have a girlfriend, but decide that’s on a need to know basis and they don’t need to know.

  “Let’s all welcome our new members!” the president, Candace Morrow, says, and everyone applauds.

  Lunch is nice. I’m seated with a bank president, two stock brokers, and the guy from the golf store, and he seems like a super person. The bank president asks, “So, do you ever help with financing of the properties you target?”

  “No. Never have. Most of them are leases. But we do occasionally have someone who wants to purchase a property. Do you have a commercial division?”

  “Sure do. Glen Garrity is the bank officer in charge of the division. We’d be glad to help in any way we can. Do you ever do any new construction placement?”

  “Matter of fact, my assistant is meeting with a builder as we speak. I knew I was coming here, so she’s checking out his property. Large commercial park, four units of about a quarter of a million square feet apiece. They’re in a great location near the port, railway, and interstate access.”

  “That sounds like something our bank would be interested in financing. If you need us, let us know,” he tells me, then hands me his card. Richard Tedrick.

  I’m about to say something when my text chimes. “Oh, sorry. Gotta answer this. It’s my assistant.” The text is short and sweet. Nice property. Almost as nice as your ass.

  Then that’s some fine real estate, I text back. Now if you’d said it’s as fine as your ass, we’d have ourselves a blue ribbon property. I’m trying so hard not to snicker that I’m almost choking.

  See you in a bit.

  Yes. See you shortly. That’s all I can text without breaking out in hives from suppressing the smile that’s trying to stretch my face.

  There’s a presence at my left shoulder and a voice says, “Mr. Zimmer?”

  I turn to find a woman I’ve never seen before. “Yes?”

  “My name is Felicia Selmer. Could I have a word with you before you leave?”

  “Um, sure,” I say, wondering what that’s all about.

  “Good. Just search me out.” With that, she turns and almost runs away.

  Richard chuckles. “Oh, shit. You just got bombed.”

  I can feel my brow wrinkling as it drops. “Bombed?”

  “Yeah. She’s tapping you for a committee.”

  Oh, shit. Great. Just great. “Ah-hah. Should’ve known,” I mumble.

  “Hey,” Richard says, “this could be a great way to get to know some people in the community. Fingers crossed it’s the children’s cancer center charity event. That’s the big one, the one that gets people on the front page of the paper.”

  The front page of the paper. That sure couldn’t hurt business any.

  I listen to him talk about it, and it sounds really good. An evening of dining, drinking, dancing, giveaways, and it’s usually attended by some of the biggest names in the city, including the mayor, council
members from the city and county, actors, musicians, anyone who’s anyone in Seattle. God, I hope that’s what it is.

  I find Felicia before I leave. “You said you wanted to speak to me?”

  “Yes. You said you’re a Seattle native?”

  “Yes, I am. Been gone for a good while, but it’s good to be back.”

  “We have this event every year for the Roberta Flynn Children’s Cancer Center. It’s a big deal. Would you consider being on the committee?”

  Yes! “Oh, well, I don’t know why I couldn’t.” That’s it, Zimmer. Sound appropriately nonchalant.

  “Actually, I was going to go a step farther. Would you be interested in being the event chairman?”

  Wow. Hmmm. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like that, and I―”

  “Debra Baxter and Frank Sullivan will be on the committee. Debra’s been the chair of the event before, and so has Frank. We’ve got the list of vendors, everything we’ve done, and all the options available. It’s just a matter of delegating and making sure everything’s done, plus bringing in sponsors. Would you please consider it? It would be so great to have some new blood.”

  How can I say no to that? “Let me talk to my assistant when I get back to the office and look at my workload for the next few months. If I can swing it, I’ll give you a call. How’s that?”

  “Oh, that’s perfect! Thank you so much, Brian. Do you mind if I call you Brian?” she asks.

  “No, that’s fine. And thank you for asking me. I feel honored.” Well, that’s not a lie. I’m surprised they’d want a new person.

  “Nice talking to you. Hope to hear from you soon.” With that, she disappears back into the crowd.

  A charity event. Yippee. I hate the things, but this could put me in a very good position in the market. And right now, that’s what I really need.