by Alexa Davis
"What is it, then?" I still didn't know what the fuck was bothering her, other than the fact it involved the world family and that could be fucking anything.
"Nothing. Never mind." Olivia shook off whatever was on her mind and we got into the back of the fucking limousine. I asked her again if she wanted to talk about it, but she didn't. It wasn't until we got home and I caught her looking at a Goddamn picture of her parents that she kept hidden in the bottom of her dresser that I fucking understood.
Walking up behind her, I gently put my arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. "I know what you were asking me about earlier. You wanted to know if I meant it when I told Janice that family was the most important thing."
"Do you really think it is?" Olivia asked and her voice sounded choked with emotion.
I gently took the photograph of her parents and set it on top of her dresser. Then I turned her around in my arms so we were facing one another. I looked deeply into her hazel green eyes and saw the flecks of gold were swimming in unshed tears. I kissed her lips gently, so she would feel the love I held for her in my heart and said softly, "Family is important and I know how much yours means to you. I want to marry you some day, Olivia Harte, and I promise to do whatever it takes to win your parents approval so that when we do get married, it will be your father who walks you down that aisle."
Olivia burst into tears of happiness and we ended up making love in our bed all night long. Afterwards, while she slept in my arms, I lay awake thinking of the fucking promise I had made to her. I hoped it was one I could fucking keep.
Chapter Two: Olivia
"You look amazing. All eyes will be on you tonight, the most breathtakingly beautiful woman in the room," Tristan said to me, trying to ease my mind. He looked pretty incredible himself in his black Armani tuxedo with a blue and gray striped tie that set off his eyes. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and even though he had just had his forty-second birthday, he still looked like he was in his early thirties.
I was wearing a black evening gown made of shimmering satin. The ruche bodice hugged my curves to perfection, and the long skirt was slit high up the thigh to show off my well-toned legs. Diamonds glittered on my ears and around my neck, and my long blonde hair was pulled up into an elegant bun, with soft tendrils left loose to frame my face. My make-up was sparse since Tristan said I was beautiful without it, with just a little mascara and some pink lip gloss to highlight my best features.
"Thanks," I responded to his compliment with a smile and turned my back on the mirror. If the man I loved thought I looked beautiful, then I really had no need to please anybody else.
I could hardly believe that we had been dating for over a year now, and tonight was one year anniversary party for the launch of Kink On. In just twelve months, the little business I had thought of one night while he and I were talking after a party, had blossomed from a novelty app people clicked on for fun, into a thriving enterprise. Kink On had become the number one sight for people who were curious about the BDSM lifestyle to learn about the subject. People could take on-line classes, led by trained experts, to learn specialized techniques in subjects including rope tying, knot making, spanking, and even whipping. Customers could join forums to discuss the best techniques for oral stimulation, unique positions to try, or ask how to tickle someone until they orgasm. An on-line dating sight connected singles with play partners, whether they were male, female, dominant, submissive, masochistic, sadistic, completely unsure, or a combination of any or all of the above.
Kink On was a confidential place where people who were curious about the BDSM lifestyle could learn about it without feeling embarrassed or ashamed and those who liked it could live the lifestyle free from any judgment or bias and talk about it with others who felt the same way. It took away the shame and guilt that many people felt who had yearned to experiment sexually and kept them feeling imprisoned. Now, thanks to the business we had built, they were free to be true to themselves and try things they never would have dared attempt before purely out of fear that they would labeled a freak. It had liberated a nation and the result was a community of people who were free from stress, healthier, more productive, and truly happy with who they were. It had shown them all that none of them were alone. They weren't freaks or sickos; they were human beings who desired to enjoy sexual games with willing partners by sharing pleasure with each other in fun and creative ways. It was the dream I'd had for this nation when I first thought of Kink On, and now, thanks to the help and support of the man I loved, it had become a reality.
Now, , with Tristan by my side, I was hosting the one year anniversary of the launch date of Kink On as a company. All around the country, hundreds of thousands of members would be celebrating with us in ballrooms and hotels and even private homes on their computers and phones. It was the first massive on-line party of its kind and I was both nervous and excited.
"I'm ready," I said to Tristan, and took his hand, ready to go from our bedroom out onto our backyard balcony to face the thousands of guests that now filled our sprawling backyard estate.
"You're almost ready. There's something missing," he said to me with a concerned frown.
"What is it? Did I forget to clasp the back of my gown? Is my hair falling undone? What is it?" I fussed over my appearance, wondering what I could have possibly forgotten. A look in the mirror told me I looked fine, and when I turned around, I was startled to find Tristan kneeling before me on one knee with a ring box in his hand. I gasped as he took my hand and felt tears spring to my eyes. Could this really be happening?
"Olivia, this past year has been the best year of my life. Seeing you build up this company from nothing into something so incredible has only proven to me that you can do anything in this world that you set your mind to. You don't need me, but I need you. Every morning when I wake up, you're the first person I want to see and every night when I go to bed, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. Olivia Lynn Harte, will you marry me?"
Tristan opened the velvet box to reveal the most stunning princess cut diamond ring I had ever seen. The magnificent stone had a platinum setting surrounded by more tiny diamonds surrounding its edges. It sparkled with blinding brilliance, and I could hardly believe it as he placed the gorgeous ring on my finger while I nodded my head and cried out, "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Tristan Porter."
The glittering ring fit my finger perfectly and felt like it had been made especially for me. I threw my arms around Tristan's neck and kissed him passionately, with our tongues intertwining and our hearts beating as one. The satin evening gown I had spent so much time putting on came off my body and was cast on the floor within seconds as Tristan and I ripped off each other's clothes and made wild love right on the carpet of our lavish bedroom suite floor with all our guests waiting outside.
We were nearly an hour late when we finally stepped out into the backyard to mingle with our guests, but we were both smiling broadly and when I told all our friends that we were engaged, they threw their arms around us and cried out, "Congratulations!"
"Let me see the ring!" my friend and former roommate Clara squealed with delight as she approached me with Suzanne by her side.
"How did you know, I haven't told you yet?" I gasped, showing off my left hand to them before hugging them tight and squealing with excitement.
"Are you kidding, it's already the talk of the party," Suzanne said in her usual sarcastic manner. "I should have guessed you two would get married some day from the way you used to gush about him in our apartment."
"I always hoped you two would live happily ever after. I'm so glad for you," Clara said, still naive and full of bubbly sunshine. "Have you set a date yet?"
"Not yet. He just proposed when we were getting dressed."
"So that's why you're so late; had to squeeze in a post engagement quickie," Suzanne teased, but her joke was too close on the mark and I blushed, accidentally giving the truth away and making my friends giggle.
"Leave her alone, Suzie," Clara admonished her friend with a playful shove. "I want to hear all about the wedding plans. Where will you hold it? What will your colors be? Will your father walk you down the aisle? Can I be your Maid of Honor?"
"Shut up. Why should you get to be Maid of Honor? Don't you know she's not going to have answers to any of those questions yet? She just told you she just got engaged less than an ago." Suzanne shoved Clara back so hard it made her stumble.
Moving quickly, I stepped between my two best friends and said, "You can both be my Maid of Honor. We'll get together next week and start planning things out. For right now, I have a party to host."
They smiled happily and went off into the crowd to mingle. It felt good that they so excited about my engagement, but they had gotten me thinking about my father. Would he walk me down the aisle? Tristan had promised me long ago that he would make amends with him, but none of our efforts had worked. They'd even refused to take my phone call on Christmas morning, and I had to leave a greeting on their answering machine. It broke my heart, but I always maintained the hope that someday they would forgive me for living my life according to my own heart. Now, it looked like if I wanted to marry Tristan (and I did more than anything in this world) that I would have to do it without my parents being present. It put a black mark on what would be the happiest day of my life and left me feeling less than celebratory.
"What's wrong?" Tristan was suddenly at my side, and I startled out of my thoughts, nearly spilling my glass of champagne.
"Nothing, I'm fine," I said, and kissed his lips. It was a lie, but I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. I had chosen Tristan over my parents long ago, and if that meant losing my family, then I would just have to learn to live with it.
Chapter Three: Tristan
"I told you not to interrupt me," I whispered harshly into my cell phone, wishing I could fucking shout out the words.
"I know, but it's Olivia; she's here," my long time advisor Avery said, sounding near panic.
"What the fuck is she doing at my office? I thought she had appointments all day. It's why I fucking scheduled this shit for today. If she finds out where I am, it could fucking ruin the whole Goddamn plan."
"I know. That's why I called you. She called here earlier asking for you and I told her you were in a conference and couldn't be interrupted, but now she's shown up with no warning. When I tell her you're not actually here, she'll know I was lying this morning. She already looks suspicious that I'm on the phone and not coming out to talk to her. I can see her staring at me through the window like she knows I'm a liar."
Jesus fucking Christ, Avery was the worst person to tell my fucking secret to. "Pull your shit together, and I mean right fucking now. Just get the fuck out there and act like nothing is fucking wrong. Act like I'm in a conference across town and make her think that's what you said all along. If you fucking believe it, she'll fucking believe it. I'll call in a fucking minute to talk to you about the fucking conference and you can tell me Olivia is there, and I'll talk to her. Can you fucking handle it?"
"Yes, I can handle it," he said, and his voice sounded a little calmer, but not fucking calm enough for my liking. I waited just a minute or two and then dialed the fucker back. He managed to sound fucking normal enough as we talked about my fake conference, and then he put Olivia on the phone.
"Hey, what are you doing at my office? I thought you had wedding appointments all day?"
"I did; I do. It just didn't feel right going to all of them without you, so I thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to come. Don't make me taste food samples all by myself."
Her pleading voice broke my heart and if I could have, I would have joined her right then. As it was, I had to sound firm. "You're not alone, you have Clara and Suzanne with you. I know those two could use something to eat; models are just too damn skinny. What's really bothering you? You've always been capable of setting up all the arrangements to the other big events and parties we've hosted for Kink On. This wedding is really no different if you think about it that way. You're just setting up a caterer and a band and a seating chart, just like any other event. You're the best and I know you'll do an amazing job."
"Thanks. I needed to hear that. I guess maybe I was getting a little case of cold feet. The band leader was asking me what song I wanted for the traditional father/daughter dance at the wedding and I had to tell him we won't be having one. Then the florist asked if I needed a corsage and boutonniere for my parents and I had to tell her no. The whole thing has just been making me second guess myself. I catch myself wondering if my own parents don't support our wedding, should we really be doing this? I know the answer is of course Yes, it just hurts that they don't love me enough to put aside our differences and come to my wedding."
"I love you, darling, and if this fucking wedding is causing you any Goddamn pain, we don't have to do it. I still want to marry you, but we can have a small civil ceremony with a judge. It doesn't have to be this fucking fancy shit where everyone is asking you about your parents. We'll do it however you want; I just want you to be happy."
"Thanks, but I want the big fancy wedding with all our friends. It's what I've dreamed about since I was a girl. I'll get over my parents not being there. I was just having a moment of self pity."
"It sounds like maybe you were being a bit of a naughty girl," I said with a playful lilt in my voice. I heard Olivia giggle through the phone, and instantly, her voice became fun and uplifted.
"What are you going to do about it?" she purred in a sultry voice, and then giggled again.
"Take Avery's cell phone and excuse yourself into my office. Once you're in there, lock the door," I whispered into the phone, looking around me in the restaurant to make sure no one could hear me.
"Okay, I'm there," Olivia said and I could hear the sound of a door locking.
"Good. Now take off your panties and put them in the top drawer of my desk."
"Okay, I did it. What's next?" I could hear the fucking anticipation in her voice and it drove me wild with desire.
"If you look in that drawer, you'll find a wooden ruler I use for drafting. Lift up your skirt and spank your bare ass with it like the naughty little Bitch you are. Let me hear it loud and clear."
The phone was filled with the cracking sound of wood smacking against her juicy round butt cheeks, followed by erotic gasping noises as she panted and moaned. I could see her in my mind, bent over my desk with her skirt hiked up over her round ass, smacking those perfect butt cheeks with the ruler and leaving angry red lines on her creamy flesh. God, just thinking about it was making me so fucking hot, I wished I could take her then and there.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to finger yourself until you come all over my desk. Do it so I can hear," I instructed.
"You're the Boss. Whatever you say goes," Olivia panted and soon I could hear her moaning loudly as she pleasured herself with her fingers, sliding them in and out of her sticky wet pussy. I could envision her lying across the top of my desk with her legs spread and her sexy mouth open as she fingered her own cunt with her manicured hands until she was coming. God, it was fucking hot as hell and I wished I had never left Los Angeles to come to this fucking meeting. I had to remind myself that I was fucking doing this for her, and that if it fucking worked, then she would be the happiest woman in the world. That alone was worth the fucking sacrifice of missing sex, even when it was incredible as fucking her amazing cunt.
"I'm coming. Oh, God, I'm coming," she cried out through the phone between ragged gasps, making me smile with pride. Even if I wasn't there, it felt really fucking good to know that I had still managed to satisfy her. She was my fiancée and it was duty to make her happy.
"Good girl," I praised as I heard her breathing slow back to normal. "Now clean yourself up and go finish preparing for our wedding. It's only a few weeks away now, and I know you're going to make it the greatest fucking wedding anyone has ever seen."
"I love you," she told me, a
nd I could hear the smile in her voice. It fucking melted my heart and reminded me why I was fucking doing this.
"I love you, too," I said and hung up the line. It was perfect timing. The guests I'd been waiting to meet for lunch were just walking into the restaurant. As the waiter led them over to my table, I stood up to greet them and respectively extended my hand to Olivia's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Harte. Thank you for agreeing to meet me. I really appreciate it."
"We didn't do it for you. We came here for Olivia," Russell Harte barked at me like an angry bulldog as he took his seat.
It wasn't the best welcome, but it was a fucking start. At least the son-of-a-bitch had come at all and was willing to sit a table with me. I smiled at him congenially and said, "That's something we have in common; I'm here for Olivia, too. I think the one thing we can agree on, is that we all love her very much."
"No, you're wrong," Russell snapped, holding up his menu like a fucking barrier. He gestured at his wife, who was blushing crimson at his rude fucking behavior, and said, "We love her. She's our daughter that we raised up since she was a baby. You're just some guy she met a little more than a year ago. You've poisoned her mind and corrupted her soul. That's not love. That's selfishness."
So the asshole was unwilling to make even the simplest concession. Fine. I'd fucking negotiated with bigger hard-asses than this dick, and I wasn't going to give up as easily as I'd done the first time I met him. Olivia and I were getting married in less than a month, and it meant the world to my bride that her parents were in fucking attendance. We had more money than two people could ever spend and over the months I'd showered her with jewels and clothes and trips to the Bahamas, but none of it meant anything to her. The one gift I could give Olivia that would truly make her happy was the return of her family and Goddamn it, that's what I was going to give her, no matter what sacrifices I had to make to my own fucking pride.