Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set

by J. S. Luxor

  “Let me take you back to your hotel,” he offers and takes my hand as I stand up from our table.

  I give him my most innocent and shy smile. He melts. I have Michael Kingsfield just where I want him.

  I reach over and hold Michael’s hand while he drives me to my place. Just before leaving his vehicle, I lean his way and give him a long French kiss. My arms and hands snake around his head. His hands find their way into my hair. As our kiss deepens, his hand massages my back and arm. Then it lingers on my breast. I let him squeeze it for a full two minutes. He’s getting hard and I moan a bit. Then, I pull back and say goodnight.

  “Sure you don’t want me to stay the night?” he manages to ask. He’s full of desire at the moment.

  “Let’s wait until the Four Seasons, Michael. It’ll have so much more meaning then,” I promise.

  As soon as I’m in my hotel room alone, I take off my shoes and call Jillian. It’s three hours earlier in Portland and she answers her phone quickly.

  “Marissa, how are we progressing with the Michael Kingsfield project?” she asks rather sharply. What’s that about?

  “We’re going to Maui, for a long weekend. That’s next Friday through Tuesday at the Four Seasons resort,” I report with pride.

  She pauses before responding. “Well done, my dear. We will need to take you shopping for just the right clothing.”

  Now, she’s enthusiastic. I guess that’s why she’s dangling me in front of Kingsfield.

  “I already have an idea for my swimwear. I want a rather modest one piece suit and then a bikini that shows off all my best assets.” The image of Megan Pine and her mother on Maui floats into my consciousness. I’m going to show Michael Kingsfield what real women are made of.

  “Let me call my personal shopper, in Portland to get a reference on someone in Atlanta who can help you select and enhance your look. Spare no expense,” she insists.

  “Michael’s agreed to buy the swimwear. I think we should let him do that,” I offer. “But I’ll take you up on the personal shopper for the rest of my vacation wardrobe.”

  Jillian chatters on about various designers while I consider my next question. When she’s done, I ask, “Should I play it straight with Kingsfield?”

  Jillian pauses and thinks for a bit, “He’s certainly a Dom around me…You like playing the sub, correct?”

  “Yes, I subbed for Mr. Frazier. But, I’m not sure I want to play that role around Michael. I want more control with him.”

  “For this weekend trip, play it straight then.” Jillian advises. Then, she reminds me of the nondisclosure claim that I signed regarding Matt and the fact that he’s paying me a rather generous salary for the simple tasks that I perform, before clicking off. What a bitch Jillian happens to be!

  I sleep in late the next day then take my time showering and dressing. I call Michael before noon to let him know that all our plans are on track with Mrs. Kitner.

  “I’m going to look at swimwear at Macy’s, today. I’ve checked some of their styles on-line but I want to make sure the fit works,” I declare with a seductive tone in my voice.

  “Tell the assistant in swimwear to charge it to my personal account. They know who I am,” he brags.

  “Thank you. You’re so generous, Michael,” I ooze with charm.

  The days fly by until our vacation begins. I’ve been to dinner with Michael nearly every evening. Each restaurant seems more interesting than the last. I spend two hours working off the calories each morning. I need to be fit and energetic for our adventures on the island. Was it just a few weeks ago that I pinched pennies as a starving artist?

  On the Friday of our trip, Michael picks me up at the hotel. I’m waxed, buffed and dressed for a tropical climate. My silk shift displays a Hawaiian print in a muted green shade with a white accent color. I’ve packed silk blouses and cotton shorts with matching tops. Michael looks me up and down with approval when I enter his Mercedes.

  We fly first class on the twelve hour flight to Kahului. There’s a brief stopover in Phoenix. We’re both pleased to get off the plane and stretch our legs at the airport. The flight attendant’s ply us with tropical drinks and delicious fresh fruit in addition to our meals. We snuggle throughout the flights. It’s 5:30pm when we arrive at the Kahului airport to pick up our vehicle.

  The Four Seasons on Maui sits in a quiet sector of Wailea. The exterior looks somewhat sedate. Our light, airy room encompasses 1,800 square feet of space. We occupy an oceanfront corner suite with a king size bed as well as a view of the beach. Not only do we have a full marble lined bathroom, there’s also a small powder room with a shower near the entry. That should come in handy after our time on the beach. Michael must have a reward.

  Of the amenities that come with our suite, one is a cabana. Another extra includes a personal assistant to help us plan our time on Maui. Since it’s dinner time when we arrive at the resort, we use valet parking and ask our assistant to order room service. We spend dinner on our balcony gazing at the neighboring islands of Kaho’olawe, Lanai and Molokini. The magnificent sunset, along with a delicious cabernet from Napa Valley, puts me in the mood for romance.

  Once the dinner plates are removed, we make our way into the main suite and sit on the well-padded fabric tan colored sectional couch. Michael smiles at me with a naughty grin on his face. I sit beside him and kiss him gently.

  “Michael, the suite and view you selected wow me beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you!”

  “Do I get a reward?” he teases.

  I nod and slip off the couch and make my way toward where his knees are located. I make sure my body is wedged between those knees.

  I’m quite experienced with giving mind-blowing BJs but don’t want Michael to know much about my history. I touch the zipper of Michael’s shorts with my left hand and notice that he feels quite firm already. He arches his eyebrows in anticipation of my next move. I’m taking control of this interaction and he lets me.

  My fingers tug gently at the buckle of his weaved belt. I gently undo it and slide the material out of the cloth loops. His breathing becomes shallow now. His eyes are trained on my fingers and hands. There’s a smirk on his face. His hands move to each side of my head as he caresses my face. I kiss his lips. He slumps back against the camel colored pillows of the sectional to let me perform.

  My fingers continue to work their magic by moving toward the button at the waistline of his khaki shorts. I carefully slip the button from its hole and then find the metal pull for his zipper. I concentrate on opening it slowly and pulling it all the way down. Then I tug a bit on the waistline of his shorts. Michael lifts his hips and assists me in pulling them off his still muscular buttocks. I pull the shorts off his legs and down to the base of his feet. He assists me by lifting his feet. I nod with arched eyebrows and an approving look on my face at his body. He gives me a devilish grin in return.

  My lips widen when my eyes move toward his tan boxers. There’s a good size bulge under the silk of the fabric. I run my fingers quickly up the skin of his legs and thighs. Then I pat his hips.

  “You’re happy to feel me,” I comment.

  “You can’t imagine how good that feels, Marissa,” he admits while his eyes widen with desire. He’s now breathing rapidly as I continue my seduction. A look of passion crosses his handsome features as his head drops again toward the cushion on the back on the sectional. My right hand cups the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his chest. Finally, I insert my hand inside the opening in his underwear and firmly wrap my fingers around his organ. It’s thick and ready. I’m pleased at how well a man of his age responds to my teasing fingers. He keeps himself fit and it shows.

  I note the impact of my work and remove the only thing left covering his most private body part. The moment I tug on the waistband of the boxers, he pushes them off his now fully stimulated tool. It springs up at me with an impressive eruption. I give him a sexy smirk. He’s more than pleased with my reactions.


  “You’re so big and so ready,” I comment and then look at his penis with nothing but need. He looks quite happy with my description of his big boy. I’ll admit it’s a good size. We’ll have fun during our trip from the looks of his equipment.

  Michael lets out a long stream of warm breath when I squeeze him with a bit more force. I then move my hand up and down on his organ in a rhythmic motion with increasing speed. I stare into his face with an aroused look while I pull my dress off and then undo my bra. I’m now kneeling between his legs in just my underpants. He looks at himself and my breasts with an appreciative arch to his brows. His eyes burn with desire. I steady myself by planting my hands on each of his thighs.

  My head moves towards Michael’s waiting organ. As my tongue makes contact with his soft flesh, he moans and lets out an cry of pleasure. I feel powerful and in control tonight. My lips soon wrap around the top of his hardened toy. I suck off the moisture there slowly. His hips flex when he inserts his organ further into my mouth. I continue to stimulate him while he pumps into my mouth with growing intensity. His hands grip my head as he gently massages my hair with his fingertips.

  We continue our interaction for several moments. Michael emits huffing sounds as his orgasm nears. He’s thrashing about on the couch now. I decide it’s time to vary my technique and bring him home. So I suck him with force and draw him to the back of my throat. I’m nearly gagging. But, Michael’s moans and motions grow more dramatic when I accommodate him.

  “Marissa, you’re amazing. That’s the best oral sex I’ve ever had!” he howls when his release occurs. His ejection flows into my mouth and I swallow it all. He tastes good. Finally, I open my mouth and release him. I clean up the residue of his orgasm and find that Michael’s become soft before me. He’s more than sated. I’m quite pleased with my performance and his eager response. I hope Jillian’s happy and I’m guessing Megan could never do what I’ve just delivered.

  Chapter Eight – Plans and Promises

  MEGAN’S POV

  I’ve completed my columns for the day and am now on Skype with Dr. Ginger explaining my feelings about Matt. She’s very pleased at my emotional resolution. I’m in Matt’s study but he’s still at the office working on the real estate development plans that he’s forged with Kingsfield and the local land developer.

  I feel confident and energized as we speak. “I finally realized that what I feel for Matt means that I love him. I want to make him happy. It’s no longer about me and protecting my vulnerable side.”

  “You’ve been on an emotional roller coaster for the last several weeks, Megan,” she observes. “First, your reconciliation with Matt, then your visit from Michael, and finally, Abby’s accident and coma.”

  “I don’t think I could have handled Michael and Abby without Matt’s protection and support,” I admit with relief. “Paul’s presence helped me deal with Abby’s hospitalization, too. I think that facing those traumas really helped me to grow. I can handle crises better now that I’ve faced them down.”

  “What crosses my mind is the notion that you might be feeling grateful for Matt’s assistance because you were so vulnerable.”

  I think about the implications of her observation. “You’re asking if I might be confusing feeling grateful for Matt’s help with the feeling of truly loving him for himself,” I surmise.

  “Think about it Megan,” she urges me.

  I spend a few moments processing the possibilities. “I certainly appreciate the fact that Matt’s wealth and skill in marshaling any number of resources will make my life easier. But, it’s more than that.”

  “Tell me more,” she encourages. Her earnest expression brings out my best thoughts.

  “First, I feel more confident about managing my own emotions,” I state with composure.

  “That aspect of your healing is what I’ve been waiting to hear you own,” she adds with a smile.

  I beam with pride. “Second, I can’t imagine being in this world without him as my companion in life. I want to help Matt and to give him a purpose.” I finally get what a seismic change in my worldview occurred the other night.

  “Are you realizing that your focus has begun to shift from yourself to Matt?” she’s become animated now.

  My sense of conviction is strong. “Yeah, I feel a distinct shift in my perspective. Matt’s welfare and well-being fill my thoughts on a daily basis. I already know that he feels the same way about me and has for more than a year. It’s taken me a while to recognize my own changing perspective.”

  “Then I’m quite thrilled for you, Megan. Your shift in view signals a profound change in your personal development. You’ve taken the next step toward becoming a mature young woman. You’re finally ready to share yourself with another on an intimate level.”

  “I still wonder about our next steps together as a couple. I think if Matt had his way, we’d be running off to marry in Las Vegas next weekend.”

  “Matt’s eagerness might be related to his own anxieties about your labile tendencies. I want to encourage you to think about having at least a six month engagement,” she advises and then smiles with delight at my situation.

  “He hasn’t popped the question yet, Dr. Ginger, but I know it’s coming. However, I agree with you that a longer period of engagement would be fine with me,” I add with conviction.

  “Tell me why a long engagement appeals to you, Megan,” she urges. Dr. Ginger looks carefully into my eyes as she raises the issue.

  “I want to make sure that I’m not going to change my mind once the situation with Michael Kingsfield vanishes from our lives,” I admit although I can’t imagine any sort of change along those lines. Matt will make a wonderful and caring husband. I am ready to give him my full support and love.

  “I think you’re quite right to give it some time,” she agrees. Then she raises a second issue. “Have you thought about the issue of children?”

  “I’ve been on birth control pills for years so there’s almost a zero chance of an unwanted pregnancy.”

  “If you’re ready to make a lifelong commitment to Matt, you need to think about your relationship over time. Remember, his family may expect grandchildren,” she reminds me.

  “We haven’t discussed babies. I think I want to have a child someday. But, I just really want to wait until I’m at least 30 years old. Also, I’ve never heard Matt mention them. I suspect he doesn’t want children – at least for the foreseeable future.”

  “Why do you want to delay childbearing until the age of 30?”

  “I need to feel more established in my career and I want to relish my time with Matt. I want to give him more of what he needs.”

  Dr. Ginger nods with an indication that I ought to continue my train of thought.

  “There’s no doubt he’s more mature than me both emotionally and in terms of age. It’s simply taken us so long to reach the point where both of us feel committed to one another’s welfare.”

  “You make a good point, Megan. There’s no need to rush with the children. You know, of course, that while children can be wonderful, they also lead to a drop in marital satisfaction.”

  “Yeah, I’ve seen the info on the U-shaped curve in a couple’s relationship when kids are added to the mix. It’s up before children arrive and then rises again when they leave home.”

  “What will you do if Matt insists on a quickie wedding? Or, what if he wants a child in your home before he’s 30 years old?” Dr. Ginger probes.

  I scoff at the unlikely possibility that Matt would insist on children. “I’ll hold firm with the thought that I need to feel completely confident about my commitment to his happiness and our union. Scout’s honor,” I assure her and myself.

  At that juncture, we move on to other topics and end our session on the hour. I feel encouraged about my resolution with Matt. I hum as I consider the future. Abby completes her rehab work this week and may even move back to Miami after she’s been given her release.

  MATT’S POV
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  I’ve just been debriefed by Jared. He’s followed Michael and Marissa to Maui and gave glowing reports about their growing affection for one another. My plans for diversion have worked. Michael’s been falling all over himself for Marissa. Rush even had a good time and came back with a tan. I let him take his wife as a means of blending in at the Four Seasons. That scored him a few points in the sack.

  Michael took Marissa on a long hike, then they went snorkeling with turtles followed by whale watching and hanging out on the beach. Marissa’s bathing suits grew skimpier by the day, according to my security man. I refuse to look at their photos. I take that as a sign of Michael and Marissa’s growing intimacy with one another. The sooner they’re out of my life, the better.

  Besides, I’ve got other issues to focus upon. My primary concern at the moment involves asking Megan to marry me in a classy way. I want the proposal to be unique. I’ve thought about taking her to Las Vegas for a long weekend and then asking for her commitment at the top of the faux Eiffel Tower, but that’s just too tacky for me. Since Kingsfield’s choice for romance involves Hawaii, I’d want to avoid reminding Megan of any pleasant memories she may have harbored for Michael in that place.