‘I don’t want to be late, and you had me behind schedule fussing around over your outfit,’ Dan retorted, running his eye over my knee-length black leather skirt, emerald silk blouse, and highest black heels. I’d wanted to look smart for Eva’s party, which we were having at The London Domville, as our house here was too small. Dan had paid for suites for everyone to stay there as well, which had led him to start looking for somewhere to take over and remodel in London for his own chain.
‘Late for what?’ I asked. ‘You’re being very vague.’
‘Because I know that when you find out what I have planned, you’ll have something to say about it,’ he replied, giving me another of his looks. I rolled my eyes and followed him as he tugged me out of the lift onto the granite walkway.
‘I’ll be waiting for your call in the staff room, Sir,’ Andy called.
‘Thanks,’ Dan replied as the doors closed behind us.
‘Good morning, Sir, Mrs. Davenport, always a pleasure.’
‘Morning, Stuart,’ we both chorused.
‘Mr. Austin is waiting for you in the boardroom, Sir. He declined a tea or coffee, so has been provided with a jug of sparkling water. I took the liberty of arranging a pot of coffee for the two of you, but if you require anything else, just give me a call.’
‘Thanks, Stuart, coffee will be just fine,’ Dan replied, patting him on the back as he tried to keep up with us on Dan’s determined march. ‘Please make sure we’re not disturbed under any circumstances, regardless of what time Robert leaves. I have some additional business to attend to with Mrs. Davenport, so when I let you know we’re done, you’re free to make your way over to The Domville. I won’t be too far behind you.’
‘Certainly, Sir,’ he confirmed, virtually running to beat Dan to the boardroom door, right next to Dan’s office. He opened it and gestured for us to go through. Additional business? And why was I here for a meeting with Robert?
‘Robert, so sorry to keep you waiting. My wife had difficulty deciding which outfit to wear this morning,’ Dan announced, letting go of my hand to shake Robert’s firmly in both of his.
‘Say no more, Sofia is the same. The price for marrying such attractive and independent women.’ Robert turned to greet me with a kiss on each cheek. ‘Ellie, you look incredible. Sofia has asked for your number. She enjoyed your shopping trip in New York so much, she’d love to meet you when she’s next in London.’
‘That would be lovely, Robert. I had a fabulous time,’ I agreed. I wasn’t lying. Dan had taken me to New York recently where I’d had a meeting with my publishers about my latest novel and he arranged a meeting with Robert. While they spent all day locked in Robert’s office, hashing out whatever business dealings they were working on, Sofia had taken me out shopping and for cocktails and canapés.
‘Ellie, come and take a seat, we have a lot to go through and I don’t want us to be late for Eva’s party,’ Dan ordered, pulling out one of the plush executive leather chairs for me to sit on, to the right of his at the head of the long oval table. I did as I was told, and poured us both a coffee while he unbuttoned his suit jacket and took his seat, Robert sitting to his left, opposite me. Was Dan ever going to tell me what I was doing here?
‘Right, all of the legal paperwork has been drawn up and I’ve checked each page personally,’ Robert announced. He pushed a pile of papers, with red signature markers sticking out in various place, towards Dan. ‘It would still be remiss of me to ask either of you to sign it without reading it thoroughly. I can wait outside if you’d like some time alone?’
‘Not necessary,’ Dan replied. ‘I’ll scan through it now, Ellie will sign if I sign.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I interrupted, fast losing patience. ‘Sign what? What am I doing here?’
‘What with the events surrounding Eva’s birth and then everything that came after, I realised that I’d neglected to update my will to include her, something Robert reminded me of a few months ago,’ Dan stated. ‘I also asked him to revise my will with regards to all Davenport holdings, Ellie. I’m making you a shareholder with a seat on the board. In the event of my death, you’ll get controlling interest of all of my business assets until Oliver becomes twenty-five, at which point he will take over and some of the shares will revert to Jonas and Eva. You’ll be left comfortably off with your remaining portion, while ensuring that my company continues and all of the children are taken care of as well.’
‘Comfortably off?’ I uttered, more than shocked at his statement and gesture. ‘I’m comfortably off now, from my own earnings. I don’t need controlling interest in your billion pound empire, Dan. “Comfortably off” is an understatement, at best.’
‘Ellie, nearly losing you last year made me consider what would have happened if I’d been taken. There’s no one I trust more to ensure that my business remains intact for when Oliver is ready to take over.’
‘I’m not qualified, Dan,’ I protested. This was madness. ‘What do I know about what you do?’
‘You don’t need to know anything for the day-to-day running of the companies. Stuart will be here as your advisor when important decisions have to be made.’
‘Then give him the responsibility.’
‘Ellie, with the exception of Marv and Ian, there’s no one in the company that I trust more than Stuart, but none of them are blood related. It’s important to me that this business remains in the Davenport family, and there’s no one I trust more to fight Oliver’s corner until he’s old enough to do it himself than you. Please don’t argue with me. I’ve made my decision.’
I looked over at Robert, not sure what I expected him to do, but this had come out of the blue. Thinking about having responsibility for all of Dan’s employees, not to mention his business assets, was bad enough, but for that to happen meant Dan wouldn’t be with me anymore and I didn’t want to even think about that possibility.
‘He hasn’t made this decision lightly, Ellie, and he hasn’t built up his business to the level he has without being shrewd,’ Robert offered. ‘I’ve never seen him make a bad legal decision when it came to his work.’
‘Ellie, this is simply a strategic business move, that may not even happen. On Oliver’s twenty-fifth birthday, if I’m still alive, he’ll get the second largest shareholding after me regardless, but no one knows what the future holds. You know that better than most. This is just me trying to protect my family again, only this time I’m being upfront. I’ve taken advice and I’m asking your permission. This is important to me,’ Dan urged, squeezing my hand.
‘Then show me where to sign,’ I replied. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, obviously expecting more of a battle than I’d put up. ‘You’ve explained your reasons, they’re to protect our family, so I can’t argue with that. I agree, but so help me God if Stuart leaves, as there’ll be nothing for Oliver to take over if I’m in charge with no guidance.’
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself,’ Dan replied, kissing my cheek. ‘You’re far more intelligent and astute than you give yourself credit for. Give me a few minutes to read these papers over, then we can get them signed, ok?’
‘Ok,’ I agreed, sitting back and taking a large gulp of much-needed caffeine. I thought the only stress I’d have today was worrying if Eva’s pink and white turreted fairy princess cake, that I’d requested The Domville bakers make, made it from their kitchen to the orangery intact.
I gave Robert my number for Sofia and kissed him goodbye, then watched Dan shake his hand as he showed him to the door. I heaved a sigh of relief as I checked my watch. We still had an hour and a half before Eva’s party. I stood up and straightened my blouse, then looked up as Dan turned the lock on the door.
‘What are you doing? We need to go.’
‘We have time,’ he replied, undoing his dark grey suit jacket and reaching up to loosen his hot pink tie, chosen for him by Eva early this morning. ‘You might have forgotten that a very long time ago, I promised you that if you won the race up to the waterfall,
we were going to have sex on this very boardroom table.’
‘O, I remember,’ I smiled. ‘I thought you’d forgotten. You promised rope and a riding crop, but you cheated.’
‘I like to honour my word. I also promised a three-piece suit,’ he replied, scanning his tailor made one with his hands. I felt my tongue run over my lower lip automatically. He did look devastatingly handsome wearing one. It hugged every hard muscular plane of his body to perfection.
‘Is that the riding crop in your trousers, or are you just pleased to see me?’ I teased, as he leaned back on the door, his eyes holding my gaze. They were smouldering. Seconds ago he was business-like and professional, now he looked like a seriously hot male escort waiting for permission to do his job.
‘That’s all Dan, Ellie,’ he smirked, reaching down to grasp the erection tenting his suit trousers already. ‘I’m afraid asking Stuart to retrieve the crop from my locked desk drawer is beyond even his remit, but I did manage to tuck this into my waistcoat pocket before we left the house this morning.’ His lips curved into a sinfully sexy smile as he slowly tugged a long thin rope from inside his suit and my mouth went dry, all moisture in my body converging between my thighs.
‘But … but … Eva,’ I uttered, completely torn.
‘She’s two, she hardly knows what’s going on, and we’re going to be surrounded by people all afternoon before we return to Scotland tonight. Who knows when we’ll have this chance again. We’ll be there before anyone even notices we’re missing, Ellie,’ he stated firmly, advancing on me as I swallowed hard.
‘You’re very bossy today.’
‘I’m very bossy today, what?’ he asked, wrapping the rope around each of his hands and tugging it until it was taut, letting me see he meant business.
‘Sir,’ I whispered, a pleasurable tingle running down my spine.
‘Lift up your skirt and take off your knickers, assuming you’re wearing any.’
‘Of course I’m wearing knickers. It’s Eva’s birthday party at a six-star hotel, not some outing to one of your former dodgy sex clubs,’ I retorted with a scowl, receiving an equally fierce one in return that fired up my inner core. ‘Sir,’ I squeaked, quickly reaching down to hoist my skirt up.
He cocked his head as he ran his gaze up my bare legs, skimming over my scar, and resting on the apex of my thighs. I was in matching black lace underwear today. I hadn’t expected sex here, but I knew by now to always be prepared when it came to my hungry and demanding husband. Not that his voracious appetite was a chore, by any means. I hooked my thumbs into three delicate strings running over my hips and shimmied them down, breathing hard, wondering if he’d brought a gag as well. I was liable to need one. I stepped out of my delicate knickers, hooking them over my index finger and holding them out as I looked at him for further instructions.
‘Are they wet?’ he asked, his voice gruff and husky as he tossed the rope onto the table next to me.
‘Yes. Very, Sir,’ I confirmed.
‘Bring them to me, I need confirmation,’ he ordered. I slinked over, feeling very naughty to have my skirt around my hips and my backside on display in his mahogany panelled-boardroom. He took them from me and slowly rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, not taking his eyes off mine. My chest was starting to heave, the blood in my veins coursing through a little hotter and faster. He was hard enough to resist on a normal day, but dressed in a three-piece suit, when he was in one of his dominant moods, took some beating. ‘Hmmm, I’m still not sure. Take off your skirt and go and sit on the edge of the table in front of my chair. I need to check for myself.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I breathed, reaching behind me for the zip.
‘No, turn around,’ he demanded. I smiled as I did and continued to undo the zip. He loved my backside. He loved nothing better than seeing me in a small pair of bikini bottoms in summer after swimming in the loch, or up at the waterfall. I wriggled my hips, letting the material slide down to pool around my ankles. ‘Bend over, pick it up, fold it, and place it on your chair.’
I did as I was told, hearing him hiss between his teeth as I kept my legs together and slowly bent forwards, knowing I’d be exposed from behind. He groaned as I stepped out of my skirt and straightened up again. I walked over to deposit it on my chair, then turned and hopped up onto the end of the boardroom table, crossing my legs as I leaned back, my palms on the leather section that was inset into the shining, smooth mahogany. Dan strode forward, pulled out his chair, took a seat, and turned to face me. He said nothing as we looked at each other, but his eyes were telling me exactly what he was thinking. I slowly parted my legs and put a foot on one of the armrests, repeating with the other, and was rewarded with a smile and a flare of his nostrils. He touched my knee with his index finger. I watched as he ran it up my thigh, tiny crackles of electricity sparking along the trail he made as he got closer and closer to my throbbing pussy.
‘O,’ I gasped, as he dipped a solitary finger into my core, turned it back and forth, then withdrew it and put it into his mouth, sucking slowly, his eyes hooded as if he were drunk on me.
‘Hmmm. Still better than champagne, Ellie, and you weren’t lying when you said you were wet, were you?’
‘No, Sir,’ I confirmed, my breathing and heart rate getting out of control. The desperation to have him touch me properly, or kiss me, was reaching unbearable levels. He reached up and slowly undid his tie, then stood up again as he stretched it out between his hands.
‘You’re not very quiet when you come, and I don’t like the idea of the Operations Director next door hearing your orgasm screams. Open your mouth.’
I gulped and nodded, letting him position the tie in my mouth, then swiftly tie it behind my head. I felt dizzy with expectation. He was always vigorous and rough when he was in one of these moods. Much as I loved tender, caring, gentle Dan who made love to me, I adored the sexually-aggressive Oliver Davenport who fucked me until I could barely walk. He sat back down and undid the top button of his black shirt, then cricked his neck and wheeled his chair forward. I squealed into my gag as he slid his hands under my bottom, tilted my hips up into the air, and lowered his face until I could feel the heat of his breath skimming across my slick flesh. I closed my eyes, blocking out the stark white-painted ceiling and the modernistic light sculptures, wanting nothing to take away from the bliss of the moment when his lips and tongue tasted me. It was everything I’d hoped for and more. He licked first, slowly dragging his tongue over my quivering clit, and my fingers curled around the edge of the table as I groaned. Flickers of fire expanded from where he’d touched me and I thrust myself upwards, asking for more.
He chuckled and did it again and again, each time a little firmer, each time building me higher and higher, but never quite giving me what I needed to really hurtle down into the orgasmic abyss. I whimpered as he continued to tease me, writhing and flexing, rocking myself over his mouth. I was continuously teetering on the edge and it was torture. His thumbs parted my engorged labia and finally, finally, he applied his lips, circling my clit as he sucked, nipped, and lashed with his tongue. I felt like someone had pushed me over the cliff as my climax rushed towards me at speed, my body weightless as I fell, uncontrollable spasms flexing my body as I screamed into his gag. Bright colours swirled behind my closed lids as I spaced out, completely intoxicated by the rush of endorphins flooding my body, but he didn’t even give me a second to try and catch my breath before his tongue plunged into my tightly-clenching pussy and started to fuck me. My thighs trembled around his ears, my nails scraped the underside of the wooden table, and I sobbed with pleasure as I was hit with another orgasm within minutes.
I was still zoned out, my body completely soft and malleable, just as my brain was right now, when he flipped me over onto my front, my legs dangling from the table, and caressed the cheeks of my backside. I turned my head, resting my cheek on the cool leather below me, trying to refocus my eyes as I slowly drifted down from my high. I felt him pick up my hands
and pull them together behind my back, then wait for a moment. The first time he’d tied me up, I’d suffered a panic attack. It had hurtled me right back into the dark, depressing, and terrifying bunker. It hadn’t taken long for me to remember that with Dan, I was always safe, he’d never let any harm come to me, but he always hesitated, giving me the chance to indicate if I didn’t want him to do it. I slowly nodded my head, giving him permission, and he deftly and nimbly secured my hands tightly behind my back with the thin, silky bondage rope he’d brought with him this morning. I breathed in through my nose faster, adding to the dizzy, high feeling in my head, wondering what he was going to do to me. I heard his zip being lowered and moaned when I felt his plush crown nudging against my entrance.
‘Fuck, Ellie, you’re so damn wet. Do you have any idea what a turn on that is?’ he rasped. He gripped my hips and with no niceties at all, slammed his length inside me, my muscles screaming their protest and delight at the same time. I clenched tightly around him, gripping him hard, forcing a number of expletives from him as his fingers dug into my flesh and he repositioned his hips, sliding me back on the table until I could feel the wide girth of his root challenging my inner muscles to accommodate him. I mewled into his tie, lifting my backside and widening my legs, desperate for him to start moving. ‘Flight socks, baby,’ he uttered, making me giggle for a second as he reminded me of his expression of how well I gripped his large cock.
My giggle soon gave way to a series of screams as he started to power in and out of me, grunting with each thrust as he lifted me up onto my tiptoes, then dropped me back down against the table. My nipples throbbed in my bra, squashed against the table, and my desire for him oozed from me, lubricating every hard slam into my overheated core. Each time I thought sex with him couldn’t get better, couldn’t take it to the next level, he proved me wrong. I sobbed as my third orgasm of the morning hit me, quaking around him as he fought to maintain control himself. He slid out of me with a grunt and his fingers slipped through my moisture, sweeping it up and circling my clenched backside as my eyes widened. It wasn’t something we did often, but when he took me there, always aggressively, it felt illicit and primal, bordering on dangerous, which only added to the excitement of it for me. He dragged his erection through my folds, adding additional lubrication, then slowly started pressing against my backside until I relaxed my muscles and allowed him entry with a cry as my nerve endings started to burn.
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