The Hot Sergeant (Second Chance Military Romance) (Hargrave Brothers - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  I expected to hear a bombardment of questions about the business, but for right now the big news seems to be our relationship.

  "Do you honestly mean to say that the city's richest and most available bachelor is really off the market?" the redheaded reporter from the beginning of the press conference called out to me with a look of heartbreak and disappointment on her face.

  "Let me just answer that question like this," I said, and in front of everyone I planted a kiss on Olivia intent on showing everybody in the world exactly how much she meant to me.

  "Wow. What was that for?" Olivia gasped, with wide eyes, when at last we broke apart.

  Looking deep into her beautiful eyes, I smiled and said, "I want the world to know just how much I love you."

  "Well then, let's show them just how much I love you back." She grinned playfully, and we kissed again as the cameras flashed; but we no longer noticed them. We only saw each other.

  Chapter Three: Olivia

  I still couldn't believe Tristan had said all those amazing things about me at the press conference and kissed me for the entire world to see. I never thought I needed a public declaration of our love, and it surprised me just how much it had meant to me. Tristan wasn't ashamed of me because I had been a prostitute. He didn't think I wasn't pretty enough or smart enough or special enough. In fact, he made me feel like the most important, beautiful, amazing woman in the world. When I was with him, I felt like I could be anything and do anything. It was part of why I loved him so much.

  "That should shut everyone the fuck up." Tristan grinned as we drove through the city in the back of his limousine after escaping the press conference.

  "That's funny," I said, "because I was just thinking that it would probably get everybody talking more than ever."

  "Well then, it shut them up about the murders and the ugly rumors, and they'll start talking about what an amazing woman you are and the exciting new business we’re starting together."

  "Are you sure you should have said so much about Kink On?" I asked, feeling my stomach flutter. "I mean, we've barely just begun talking about it, and now you've already told everyone that we're doing it."

  "What's the matter?" Tristan squeezed my hand. "I thought you were just as excited about this idea as I am."

  "I was. I mean, I am. I guess I am just feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. I've never done anything like this before. I've never tried to run my own business or be in charge of anything."

  "Well, I have," he said with a cocky grin. "Don't worry about a thing. You have a great creative mind. I can help with all the technical matters and red tape bullshit. You just keep doing what you do best, and I know Kink On will be a huge success.

  "I just wish I could be as sure about my capabilities as you are," I said, half teasing, but half serious.

  "Maybe this will help," Tristan said as the car pulled to a stop. Adam opened the door for me and I stepped out in front of a beautiful building with a cascading water fountain out front. There was no sign out front and Tristan had never brought me here before.

  With a puzzled frown, I asked him, "Where are we?"

  "Your new office headquarters, of course." Tristan grinned. I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

  "Are you serious?" I squealed like a child at Christmas.

  "I'm always serious when it comes to business," Tristan stated. "Shall we go inside and you can see your office as CEO?"

  I blinked like an idiot as he unlocked the door and we entered the magnificent building. I couldn't believe this was all happening and my heart was fluttering in my chest. "You really want me to be CEO?"

  "I told you, this is your idea and you're going to be in charge of everything. I'm just here as your financial backing and business advisor. Any questions you have or help you think you need, I'll be there for you. But I have a strong feeling that you won't need me as much as you fear. Just remember how well you did at my party that one night. By the end of the evening, you had all the guests ready to try BDSM, and they've all been happier for it. You should hear the calls I get from them, raving about how grateful they are that you changed their lives. It's how I knew I wanted to invest in this business and in you."

  Tristan's speech was just the boost I needed. Flushing with excitement, I walked slowly through the building and gasped at the exquisite beauty of it. The lobby walls were made of white marble with ribbons of gray. The furnishings were oak and leather, with silver accents. There were rooms for office assistants, classes, and meetings, and Tristan showed me the area where he thought we could build private play rooms. Finally, he took me up the elevator and showed me the massive suite that would be my personal office.

  Plush carpet lined the floors and fine art hung on the walls that were precisely to my tastes. I couldn't believe he knew me so well, but obviously he did, and it made me blush. Panoramic windows provided a fantastic view of the city below and a state-of-the-art computer system sat on my desktop.

  "What do you think?" he asked me.

  "I love it!" I flung myself into his arms and kissed him with all the love and joy I felt in my heart. He kissed me back with deep sensuality as our tongues collided. I pressed my breasts against his muscular chest and moaned with pleasure. I felt his erection digging into my thigh and reached down with my hand to massage him through his slacks.

  "May I pleasure you please, Boss?" I asked sensuously. Tristan gripped my hand by the wrist and twisted it behind my back.

  "I already told you," he growled, "we are equal partners now. I am NOT the Boss of you here."

  "Are you accusing me of misbehaving and acting in a naughty manner?" I arched my eyebrow at him, letting him know I wanted to play.

  "I am," Tristan said in a husky voice. So, he wanted to play, too.

  I smiled and said "Well, you are the financial backer and business advisor for Kink On. How do you plan to discipline your CEO when she misbehaves?"

  Tristan looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "I can't fire her, since she is the creative genius behind the company; but perhaps some other form of punishment should come into play."

  "Punishment and play are two of my favorite words." I began to strip off my clothes one by one until I was fully naked in the center of my massive office suite, in the empty building that Tristan had bought for me. "It looks like I'm being really naughty now. Perhaps you had better do something about it."

  "I'll do something alright, you naughty little Bitch." Tristan suddenly yanked off his necktie and wrapped it around my right wrist. Turning me around swiftly, he twisted my arms behind my back and bound them there.

  He bent me over my desk and pressed my breasts flat against the hard wooden surface, crushing them there painfully. He gripped my hair, twisting it in his strong hand, until I cried out in pain, forcing me to stay down. Then, he pulled his belt out of his belt loops in a swift move that made the expensive leather crack like a whip. The sound made my pussy tingle and my nipples tighten with arousal. Folding the belt in half in his right hand and continuing to keep me pinned down with his left, Tristan caressed my body with the leather belt, titillating my naked flesh with it. My skin rippled with desire at the feel of it tracing along my body and my pussy glistened with moisture.

  "What's this?" Tristan said tauntingly and forced my thighs wide apart with his strong hands. He used his finger to caress my labia, taunting me. Then suddenly, I felt the hard snap of the belt on my buttocks as it came crashing down upon my bare and tender flesh. I cried out loudly at the sharp pain, even as erotic pleasure coursed through my body.

  "Shut up!" he shouted and smacked me with the belt again, hard on my other ass cheek. The pain of it was so sharp, I couldn't help but scream out again, even as I loved the thrill of pleasure that accompanied it and my pussy quivered with ecstasy.

  "Shut up, Bitch!" he shouted, smacking me with the belt again and again while I screamed out in pleasure and pain. When he was done, angry red welts covered the tender flesh of my ass and upper thighs, and my
pussy glinted with the sticky moisture of my come.

  He untied my wrists just long enough to yank them up from behind my back. He moved me down to the floor and commanded me to lie down on the plush carpet. Then, he stretched my arms above my head and bound them to one of the legs of my desk. I panted and moaned as he spread my thighs wide and plunged his hard cock into my quivering pussy. He stroked powerfully inside of me as he massaged my clitoris with his expert fingers until I was gasping and writhing on the carpet, ready to explode with orgasm. But just as I was about to fall off the precipice and plummet into climax, he suddenly and abruptly pulled out and stopped all stimulation, not allowing me to orgasm.

  I whimpered pitifully in objection, but he didn't care; instead, he stroked his cock and climaxed, spewing his hot come all over my heaving breasts.

  When he was finished, he glared down at me and said, "Now, my naughty little Bitch, I will train you in how to behave yourself. I can't have the CEO of my new company being a naughty girl. If you want me to let you come, you have to learn to behave."

  For the next hour, he teased and taunted me, bringing me to the brink of climax by stimulating me with his hands, fingers, and mouth, but then refusing to let me orgasm. It was the most exquisite form of torture and by the end, I was begging him to let me come. Finally, Tristan untied the necktie from my wrists and commanded me to kneel on my hands and knees on my office floor. Kneeling behind me, he gripped my hips and plunged into me from behind. My dripping wet cunt was so slick, he slid in all the way to the hilt easily. I rocked back my hips, driving him even deeper into me than either of us would have imagined he could go, forcing the air from my lungs with the power of it. I just kept rocking back, harder and faster and deeper and rougher, while Tristan gripped my hips and kept driving into me as hard and deep as he could go. My screams of pleasure echoed off the office ceiling as I orgasmed with powerful rapture, gasping and moaning in exquisite ecstasy.

  After Tristan spilled his seed deep inside me, I still kept climaxing with all the desire he had built up inside me. He turned me over onto my back and instructed me to bend my knees up and hold them with my hands. Then he took his hand, folded his thumb towards his fingers to make it as narrow as possible and began to slide his hand into my quivering cunt. The slick walls of my pussy stretched to envelop him, as slowly Tristan entered the entire hand into my pussy. I couldn't believe it was happening or that I could take in something so wide, and yet as he kept pushing his hand in deeper, past the knuckles and all the way to his wrist, I just kept moaning and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me and every nerve in my body pulsed with pleasure. It was the most incredible experience of my life, and finally, I felt my pussy explode with a gush of fluid as I climaxed one final time. Afterwards, I just lay there on the floor, utterly spent and completely satisfied and in love.

  "Thank you for that, Boss." I grinned at Tristan, unable to wipe the smile from my face as we cleaned ourselves up in my executive bathroom and got dressed again. "That was definitely the best business meeting I've ever been to. Are they all like that?"

  "This is the first time, but if you want them to be, then they will. If you don't, then we'll keep business to the office and sex to the bedroom. We play that I'm the Boss, but I hope you know that's only playtime. At work, I really am giving all the creative control to you as CEO."

  "I know." I smiled at him reassuringly and helped him secure his necktie back around his neck. "I never feel like you're making me do anything I don't want to. Even in the bedroom when we play like you're the Boss and I'm your submissive, I realize I still have all the control. I know I can stop the game anytime I wish and when you're dominating me, you're actually catering to my fantasies and doing exactly what I wish you would."

  "Good, because all I ever want to do is make you happy and fulfill your dreams," Tristan said and the look in his eyes told me it was true.

  "Thank you." I smiled at him. "Not just for this, but for the new office and believing in me enough to buy it for it me."

  "No, thank you," he said, taking my hand and looking me in the eyes. "For making me believe in myself again. I want to make your dreams come true; because the truth is, you've already fulfilled all mine."

  Chapter Four: Tristan

  The rest of the week fucking flew by like a Goddamn racecar. It had been a long time since I've felt so invigorated, and it felt really fucking good. I was back on top of my game and every day there were new meetings to be had, contractors and investors to meet, plans to improve, and hands to shake.

  Olivia had never looked happier or more beautiful. She was really fucking thriving as the CEO of Kink On. Every morning, she was the first to wake up and she always looked so excited to start the day. We would make love and catch a quick shower together, and then she would be off and running and there was no guarantee I would see her again until late that evening when we met back up for dinner at a fancy restaurant. She would tell me all about her day over a bottle of Merlot and her entire face would just light up as she did, with her eyes twinkling. God, she was so fucking beautiful, it was all I could do not to make love to her right there in the restaurant.

  Sometimes I would meet up with her at the office to help her go over budgets or planning, but most of the time, I just stayed out of her way and let her run with her instincts. She had such a natural intuition for how she wanted things to go and I had hired a team of the best experts in the country to help her. When I met with them, they all assured me that her vision was sound and working with her was a breeze.

  She wasn't motivated by greed or prestige or anything ugly like I always used to fucking be. Her only motivation was to help people who were interested in BDSM to have easy access to learning about the game and meeting others who shared their level of interest. It was all about sexual fulfillment and finding one's life happiness. Nothing could be more fucking pure, and that inner light she had fucking touched everything she did. It made others want to bend over backwards to help her accomplish her goals. I knew that even if this company wasn't a big money maker, it would be my most successful business venture ever because it filled both Olivia and I up with the same joy it was going to provide our customers.

  It was a new way of looking at business for me, and I had Olivia to thank for my new enlightenment. She was fucking amazing and I still couldn't believe I was lucky enough to call her mine.

  It was a Friday near noon when I had just finished a meeting and saw that my calendar was free for the next couple of hours. I decided to meet with Olivia and surprise her with some take out lunch from her favorite restaurant. When we were done eating, maybe we could even lock her office door for a little relaxation time.

  I was just stepping out of the restaurant with my hands loaded full of bags of food, when I ran smack into the last person I thought I'd ever have to see again. It was Janice's sleazy lawyer, Aaron Fitch

  "Hey, long time no see, buddy." He grinned at me as he blocked the door.

  "Not fucking long enough, and I'm not your fucking buddy." I pushed my way past him, but for some reason, the asshole followed me out to my car.

  "Do you like the food here?" he asked, obviously up to something more than the menu.

  "Yeah, it's fine. Now if you don't fucking mind, I have some place I need to be.

  I moved to get into the car, but Fitch blocked me. With an ominous, tone the fucker said to me, "We need to talk, friend. My client saw the press conference you held with your little girlfriend, and she didn't like it."

  "Janice didn't like it that I have a girlfriend? Tough shit."

  "No, she didn't like the way her name kept coming up. You should have thought about it before you dragged her name through the mud, implicating her in your life as a druggie."

  "I didn't say anything about her that the public didn't already know, thanks to her releasing that fucking photo and trying drag my reputation through the fucking mud. She started this mess with the media, and I was just finishing it."

  "You're going t
o be finished, all right. Janice plans to hold a press conference of her own that will ruin everything you hold dear. By the time she's done spilling all your secrets, you won't have any investors in this new business of yours and no client will go to it, either. Your whore of a girlfriend won't have anything to do with you, and neither will anyone else. In fact, you'll be lucky if you don't wind up in prison for it – utterly alone and hated by all the world."

  Jesus fucking Christ; what the hell kind of secret did this asshole think he had on me? Grabbing him by the shirt collar, I dragged the motherfucker close enough to punch and growled low in his face. "Cut the bullshit. Janice has already leaked all my secrets to the media. There's nothing left to tell, and even if there were, it couldn't possibly be as bad as all that, so drop the fucking threats and get the hell out of here."

  I released him and shoved him back, causing the fucking weasel to fall on his ass on the sidewalk. Scrambling to his feet, his face was red with anger and embarrassment. When he spoke, his voice was squeaky as shit. "It doesn't have to true. All Janice has to do is said the words pedophile and child-rapist and no one in the world will want anything to do with you. No one will go to a sex business run by a sicko like that and no woman will be in love with one. You'll lose everything you have, and if Janice's story convinces the cops like it will the media, you'll wind up in prison."

  Bile rose up in my throat at the mere suggestion that I could do anything so despicable. I lunged at Fitch, ready to beat the shit out of the asshole, but this time he was ready for it, and he evaded my grasp. "God damn it! Janice knows I would never do anything like that. Anyone who would hurt or violate a child disgusts me, and the mere suggestion makes me fucking sick. Why would Janice threaten to say such bullshit about me? It can't be because she's fucking jealous of me being with Olivia."