A Very Corporate Affair book 3 (The Corporate series)

by Latham, D

  "I'm presently waiting downstairs for you." This is so cool. I went straight down and dumped all my shopping with him, before zipping into the mall to pick up my cleaning and the dresses I'd had altered. Within twenty minutes, I was home, with all my gear on the sofa, where I'd asked Roger to leave it.

  "You're home nice and early. Thought you might end up working late to clear everything before they let you go." James said, as he pushed a coffee towards me.

  "Nope, I spent all week being incredibly organised, so unless there's a disaster, I'm off for a whole fortnight." I did a little happy dance, which made James snort. I put my cleaning away, and did some laundry, wanting to keep on top of everything. I got James to help me pull my suitcase down from the top shelf of my closet, ready for packing.

  "Bit early if you're not going till Monday, isn't it?" James remarked.

  "I don't care, I just want the excitement of it. I haven't packed for a holiday since forever, so I'm gonna make the most of it."

  "I bet you have a list."

  "Of course, they don't call me Mrs Uptight- And- Organised for nothing you know." James grinned at my obvious enthusiasm, and hooked his arm around my neck, pulling me to him so that he could plant a wet kiss on the side of my forehead. Smiling, he went off to pour out a glass of wine each.

  "Are you eating here tonight?" He called out.

  "No, I'm seeing Ivan tonight, so I'll probably eat with him." James returned carrying two glasses, and handed one to me. "Heard anymore from Janine?"

  He shook his head, "No, and I don't expect to. It's time for me to move on, and find someone nice. There's got to be a woman out there somewhere."

  "You won't have much trouble, the girls'l be tripping over their tongues when you strut down to that pool in your shorts."

  "Doubt it, but thanks for the compliment." He looked embarrassed. "Have you loaded up your kindle?"

  "Yup, loads of trashy chicklit, and a few murder mysteries as well. Gotta keep myself busy by the pool." I was interrupted by Ivan calling. "Hi babe, how was your day?" I chirped.

  "Long and boring. All that's kept me going was the thought of tonight. I bought new batteries, and everything.." I caught on to what he was talking about. With James sitting opposite, I couldn't exactly say too much.

  "Excellent news, are we eating at yours?"

  "Yeah, my housekeeper made a roast. You need to keep your energy levels up for what I've got planned. Shall I send Roger over? Are you ready now?"

  "Yep, give me five minutes for a quick shower, and I'll be sorted. See you in a bit."

  Ivan pulled me into a strong embrace as soon as I stepped out of the lift, pushing my hair back gently, he kissed me deeply, his tongue stroking mine, as the dogs danced around our feet, desperate to say hello too. I bent down to pet them, rubbing their soft little heads as they happily wagged their tails. "I wasn't sure if we'd be going to Sussex tonight," I said.

  "I'm going down tomorrow. I wanted the swing at my disposal," he smirked, "plus of course, I'm gonna have two very boring weeks, so I'll make the most of you while I can." He poured some wine, and pushed a glass over to me.

  "I'm sure we'll talk on the phone, text and email. I'm not going to Outer Mongolia you know. You could always hop on your jet and come and join us, then we won't have to go two weeks without any sex."

  "Hmm, quite a tempting offer. I might surprise you." He pulled two plates of food from the warming drawer of his oven. "The girls have already had theirs, so don't listen to any lies about not being fed today." He placed a roast chicken dinner in front of me, poured some more wine, and sat down to eat his. Both dogs immediately positioned themselves at our feet, looking hopeful.

  "Spaniel eyes are so difficult to resist," I mused.

  "That's what they depend on. I wonder if it would work for me too," he said, widening his eyes, to give me a puppy dog look. The effect was rather spoilt by his sapphire irises glittering in the early evening sun.

  I smiled, "Not really, they need to be chocolate button coloured to fully elicit the sympathy vote. Yours are too blue and sparkly. Besides, you're going to eat your fill, then have as much sex as you can handle. Exactly what else could you possibly want?"

  "That sounds great. I just wish I was the one taking you away, seeing you so excited to be off for two weeks. I wish it was me that could laze around reading beside you, although to be honest, I'm just thrilled that we're lovers again. I love it when you answer the phone all happy and call me 'babe'."

  "Mm, I like it too. I wish it was just us two going away as well, but there'll be other holidays. I might see about taking a long weekend when you're in France, that's if you want me there," I added.

  "I want you there for the whole two weeks. I love spending lazy time with you. I'm hoping little miss here won't try and swim to Africa this time." He looked pointedly at Bella, who wagged her tail in response.

  I slipped the two dogs the remainder of my chicken, and took our plates to the dishwasher. Ivan scooted around the island to capture me in his arms. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he whispered something in Russian. "What did you just say?" I asked.

  "Nothing much, just something I'm practising. Now, more wine? Or straight to the pleasure room?"

  "How about a quick drink on the terrace? Let our dinner go down before we start bouncing about." He took my hand, led me outside, and pulled me onto his lap. It was a beautiful, warm evening, and the river shimmered below us. I sipped my wine, before placing the glass on the table, and running my hands over his strong shoulders, and into his silky, dark hair. He pulled me into a kiss, pressing his tongue into my mouth in a gentle, but possessive movement. He pulled away to put his glass down, then wrapped his arms around me, his hands roaming over my back as if they were searching for a bit of bare skin to stroke.

  "Come, I don't want to wait any longer. I want to see you naked, and feel your desire. I want to see you desperate for my cock." He was using his phone sex voice. I turned to mush. He led me into the apartment, and along the corridor to the pleasure room, carefully closing the door behind him. He threw off his shorts and vest, and lay on the bed. "Strip for me, please." He picked up a remote, pressed a button, and the room was filled with the strains of Savage Garden. Insatiable? Good choice.

  I stripped slowly, turning it into a show for him. I let him have glimpse of a nipple before covering it again, and coyly flashing my freshly waxed pussy, turning as I pulled my knickers down. Ivan lay on the bed, lazily stroking his cock, and watching me intently.

  "Bend over, I want to see your pussy from behind." He purred the command, but it had an authoritative edge. I complied immediately, opening my legs slightly to give him a better view.

  "You look so beautiful," he said softly, "tonight, will you let me restrain you? Make me feel as though I own you, body and soul?" He wants to own the world.

  "Ok, but if I don't like it, you promise me you'll stop?"

  "Of course. I never want you to feel uncomfortable. Tonight is for your pleasure as much as mine." He slid off the bed, and walked over to the cabinet to retrieve a pair of leather cuffs. "Stand up please." I did as he asked, and watched in the mirror as he cuffed my arms behind my back. When I was secure, he kissed his way down my shoulder, pausing only to cup my breasts in his hands, holding them with the gentlest touch. I could feel his breath on my back, as he kissed his way across to the other shoulder. I shivered with anticipation, feeling myself get hot and slick.

  He stood behind me, watching in the mirror as one hand caressed its way down my body to slide rhythmically over my clit. I could feel his erection digging into my buttock as he looked mesmerised, watching himself pleasuring me.

  "Can you see how much your pussy likes this? How wet it's getting for me?" I could see his fingers glistening with evidence of my arousal. "I think it wants my cock."

  "Oh god, yes please." I was shamelessly horny for him.

  "Not yet baby, I want to feel your desire. I need to know you desire me, and only me."
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  "It's only you," I whispered, fascinated by the sight of him watching himself. He pressed his fingers to my lips.

  "Taste how much I turn you on." I sucked on his fingers, tasting the musky sweetness of my own juices, before he withdrew them, and sucked on them himself. He turned me round, and kissed me again, before dropping to his knees, and burying his nose in the apex of my thighs. He inhaled deeply, "you smell so good." He guided my legs a little further open, and slid his middle finger into me, curling it towards him, to tickle my spot. With his other hand, he parted my lips, to gently suck on my clitoris, which was twitching and throbbing wildly.

  He must have felt the familiar quivering of my impending orgasm, because he stopped abruptly, withdrawing his finger, and leaving my clit engorged and bereft. So this is your game? "Don't you need a hard fuck first? You know, to get you ready?" I asked.

  "No. I had a wank before you arrived. You're not getting fucked that easily baby." He purred. He bent me over the bed and caressed my bottom, lingering on my anus for a while. I could see his erection straining, and wondered how long he was going to hold out, before he gave me a good fucking.

  He padded over to the cabinet, and pulled out some toys. I felt something cool and smooth slide into me. "Try and hold that in place." He murmured. It kept feeling as though it was slipping out, no matter how much I clenched my inner muscles around it. Ivan kept sliding it back in, but it was too smooth to provide any friction. "You're too wet and turned on to hold it, aren't you?"

  "Yes, I need your cock."

  He chuckled, "all in good time baby." With that, he rolled me onto my side, the dildo slipping out onto the bed. He slid it back into me, before pressing a vibrator onto my clit. I arched into the welcome sensation, desperate to reach an orgasm to relieve the tremendous pressure building inside me.

  He took it away. Bastard. I cried out in frustration, as my orgasm melted away. I tried to rub my legs together to get some relief, but Ivan had other ideas. "You want my cock?"

  "Yes please." He helped me off the bed, but instead of undoing me, and putting me in the swing, he guided me down onto my knees, and pressed his cock to my lips. Two can play at this game lover boy. I closed my mouth resolutely, pressing my lips together firmly.

  "Like that is it? That won't get you fucked baby." He bent his legs, and grasped my tits, squashing them together around his cock, which he rubbed rhythmically back and forth. "Do you like me fucking your tits?" He demanded, as his index fingers flicked my nipples in time with his thrusts. I felt the sensation travel right down to my groin. I groaned. "If you suck my cock, I'll put you on the swing and fuck you."

  I opened my mouth, straining to lick the tip of his dick as it bobbed up and down between my tits. "Such a good girl. You want to suck it?" I nodded my assent, and he abandoned my breasts to press the tip of his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue over the wide crest, tasting his pre-cum. His movements grew a little more urgent. I could tell he was being careful not to choke me, but as his breathing grew more ragged, he pushed a little too far, and I gagged. "Baby I'm sorry, I got carried away," he said, looking mortified.

  "I'm fine. Give me back your cock." He smiled, and gently teased my lips with the tip. I captured it in my mouth, and sucked hard, which caused him to gasp.

  "Ok, I give in, turn round, and let me uncuff you. I need to fuck you." He undid the cuffs, and gently rubbed my shoulders, before helping me into the swing. I lay there, anticipating the tremendous orgasm to come, my clit pulsing and twitching. He stared at it for a few moments. "You have the prettiest pussy. I need to taste it a little more."

  He raised the swing, and buried his face in me, licking and lapping at my juices. I was almost mindless with the need to come. "Please baby, I'm gonna come, and I want your cock." I felt the swing lower.

  "Your wish is my command," he said, slamming into me. I gasped at the size of it, stretching me inside. He fucked me at a fast pace, the crest of his dick rubbing repeatedly over my g spot. He was really taking no prisoners. He pressed the vibrator onto my clit, and I fell into my orgasm.

  I screamed as I came, the earlier denial priming me to climax so hard that I saw stars. He carried on at a relentless pace until I felt my next orgasm brewing. It rolled through me, making my body convulse in spasms of pure pleasure. "That's it baby, just go with it," he murmured, not missing a beat. He was swinging me onto his cock harder and harder, pressing the vibrator onto my clit. He turned up the speed of it, and I cried out, unsure if I could take any more ecstasy. "One more baby, let it go. I know you can," he breathed, slamming his body into mine.

  It felt as though I'd fallen off a cliff, my body seemed to shatter, as another orgasm ripped through me. My insides contracted viciously, and I think I blacked out for a moment. I felt Ivan swell, and still, as he pumped me full of semen, his body shuddering, and slicked with sweat. We stayed still and silent for a few minutes, with him pressed deep inside me. Eventually, he softened, and his cock slipped out. "That was amazing," I murmured.

  "Yeah, it's always special with you." He stood upright, and wiped the sweat off his face, before helping me out of the swing, catching me before I slumped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, because my legs were too wobbly to carry me. He laid me tenderly on the bed, and snuggled in beside me, kissing me softly. "You are exquisite, beautiful girl. Have you any idea how much I love you?"

  "Mmm, I love you too baby. I am totally wrung out."

  "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

  "Thirsty, something cold, and yeah, I could eat if you are." Ivan pulled on a robe, and took another one from the back of the door, helping me into it, as though I was a child. He took my hand, and led me down to the kitchen. I perched on a bar stool while he poured two large glasses of apple juice. I watched as he drained his, and poured another one.

  He smiled at me rather shyly, then turned to ferret around in his large fridge, pulling out a strange looking tin, some crème fraiche, and a pack of little pancakes. "Caviar and blinis, only the best Beluga for you of course." I watched, fascinated as he opened them all up, and showed me how to spread a little of the crème fraiche on the blini, and pile a little caviar on top. He held it out for me to take a bite.

  It felt like little pearls of salty fishiness were bursting on my tongue. "You like?" He asked. I nodded my head, and took another bite. He finished the rest of that one, and started preparing another, ignoring the girls at his feet begging for a morsel.

  "Does this remind you of home?" I asked.

  "No, I never had it until I'd been in London a few years. The only things that remind me of home are anything pickled, rye bread, and salted meat. I avoid all three like the plague." He took a big pile of caviar. "I was born to enjoy only the good things in life I think."

  "Just a good time boy," I teased.

  "That's me. I make no apology for it." He leaned forward and softly kissed me.

  We snuggled down with the dogs to sleep, I was so exhausted, I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, not even waking until nearly seven the next morning.

  I glanced at the clock, delighted that I'd managed a lay in. I pulled on the robe, and wandered along to the pleasure room to retrieve my clothes from the night before, pulling them on, then heading to the kitchen to make a drink.

  I sat on the terrace with my coffee, watching the boats go by on the river. I fantasised about doing this same thing every Saturday morning once I'd got my new apartment. I was busy daydreaming when the dogs came skidding out, closely followed by Ivan.

  "Morning baby, you looked like you were a million miles away." He said, kissing me.

  "Yeah, I was just dreaming about my new flat. It's got a terrace like this too, overlooks St Saviours dock though, as well as the river."

  "We should use some of that cash on the furnishings. It's a good way of getting rid of it. I booked an interior designer for the Saturday morning. Hopefully it will be yours by then. She can help you decide how to choose your new furniture."

/>   "That'd be great."

  "Are we still going to the crematorium that day?" He asked.

  "Yeah, won't take long though. I just have to pick a spot, and scatter her ashes."

  "We could go straight to Sussex from there. Have some quiet time. You might be a little emotional."

  "Yeah, that's a good idea. Maybe go over to Windsor, and see if there's any more stuff for the girls at work. They loved all the cast offs."

  "Sure. We can pick up some more cash too. I want to get a safe fitted for you, for your jewellery and cash."

  "I forgot to ask Oscar about deposit boxes, plus my boss was sitting in front of me when I spoke to him, so I figured it was better to keep quiet, and leave the stuff here for the time being. I need a little cash for tonight though, for drinks mainly." Why do I feel embarrassed asking?

  "You need to look through the jewellery too, see if there's a nice diamond set to go with your dress."

  We spent the morning chatting, drinking coffee, and playing with the dogs. It was lovely, lazy, and easy going. We felt so comfortable together that time seemed to pass unreasonably quickly. At mid day, I had to head home to get myself ready for my hair appointment, telling Ivan I'd call him in the morning to send a car for me to join him in Sussex.

  Chapter 12

  Back home, James was doing his ironing ready for packing. I said hi, and disappeared for a long shower, which involved lots of exfoliation and an application of self tan.

  "Can you tan my back please?” I asked James, handing him the tube.“Don't forget to wash your hands after though, or they'll go orange." I stood with my back to him, and slipped my robe down to give him access to my shoulders and back. "No peeking," I said sternly.

  He rubbed the tan rather gingerly across my skin, making sure it was properly covered. "There you go, all done." He handed me the tube, and went straight to the kitchen sink to scrub at his hands.

  Back in my room, I threw on a track suit, and took a photo of my dress for Guiseppe. With my hair still wet, I skipped along to the salon. Guiseppe and Andre greeted me like an old friend, and sat me down with a cup of coffee to discuss my 'look' for the evening. I showed them the picture of the dress that I'd snapped on my phone, and Guiseppe declared that my hair should be put up, to show off my neck and shoulders to best advantage, and use a clip that I'd found in the jewellery pile.