The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  “Ah,” he groaned softly. I could feel every muscle relaxing under my touch. “This is why I married you.” His head dropped forward and I carried on de-stressing my man.

  “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes, I had a sandwich in between meetings” He replied. “How was your day?”

  “Good. I was talking to Riley today.”

  “Yes about what?” He snapped, he really didn't like Riley and I had no idea why. Even though I had assured him, Riley and I were just friends.

  Once in an argument he did throw the whole Blake thing in my face. Blake was the man I was engaged to when I met Maxwell. I and Maxwell had an affair behind his back. Of course things ended messy. I hadn’t thought at that for long time.

  His words haunted me to this day... 'If you could do it to him, then I'm pretty sure one day you could do it again!'

  I could never hurt my Mr Golden Rule... Ever!! I loved and craved him more than ever. Maxwell saved me from hell. Blake’s mother hated me and was determined to get rid of me.

  I sat back on my heels and pulled him round to face me. I stared deeply into his luscious blue eyes. “It's my birthday next week” I began and he was listening. “I thought we could all go away for the weekend.”

  He looked away. “And you spoke about this with Riley?” I could hear the annoyed tone in his authorizing voice.

  “Maxwell!” I let out a frustrating scream.

  “George!”

  I grabbed hold of his hand. “Please,” I begged. “We never spend any time with together.” I stopped and could feel the tears building up in my eyes. “I don't want us to drift apart.” My voice was full of agony and I had to look away.

  His fingertip slowly trailed along my cheek down to under my chin. He lifted my head so our eyes locked again. “Don't be stupid,” his voice filled with the same agony. “We will never drift apart. I would never allow it. If you want to go away, then we will all go away.”

  “Really” I beamed.

  “Really,” he beamed back. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and hugged him with all my life. “I will do anything to keep you happy, Mrs Thomas,” he whispered into my ear.

  “Me too,” I whispered back.

  Suddenly he pulled away and he was giving me the cold stare. “Then why did you change the drop off point we had discussed?”

  I shook my head and looked down at my hands. “Don't start.”

  “How is this starting?”

  He was frustrating at times. Always swapping from bossy Maxwell to my lover Maxwell. It really did annoy me. I was a 29 year old woman. You would think I could go anywhere I pleased.

  I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. I had to get my clothes ready for work tomorrow. I got up and made by way into our shared walk-in dressing room.

  I had come along way since my waitress days. I now lived in a massive house in Sunset Plaza Drive LA. The house was beautiful with views to die for. I owned 50 percent of a business, a mother of two -- kind of and wardrobe full of designer clothes.

  I didn't actually know anyone, so I didn't have much choice but to shop. My eyes wandered over to my vintage dressing table. I walked over and sat down.

  I pulled my jewellery box over and lifted up the lid. It contained my most precious possession, my heart pendant necklace. I slowly lifted it out and admired it. Maxwell had given it to me for a birthday present.

  I ran my finger along the crack down the middle. A little smile came to my lips as I remembered his saying – “The golden rule, Miss Dawson. The golden rule.” This was his way of saying never mix business with pleasure. They were the days, most stressful, but yet uplifting experience ever. I have to admit all that sneaking around was fun.

  “You still have it?” I could feel his presence behind me. He sat down next to me on the stool, draped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. “I designed that myself.”

  “I love it” I smiled contently. “I shall never part with it.”

  He took the necklace off me and admired it. “Where do you want to go next weekend?” He placed my necklace back in the jewellery box and closed the lid.

  “I would love to take the kids to Disney Land” I replied full of excitement.

  Maxwell gave a little laugh. “Of all the places and you want to go to Florida?”

  “Florida?” I shook my head. Didn’t he know me by now? “Paris” I corrected.

  “Paris?” He played with the word, his head moving side to side as he thought about it. “That can be arranged. Anything else you would like to do in Paris?”

  My eyes widen with greed. “Have dinner at the Eiffel Tower.”

  He stood up and held out his hand. “Then your wish is my command, Mrs Thomas. Come, bed!” He ordered, I grabbed hold of his hand and allowed him to escort me into our bedroom. A whole weekend in Paris, I couldn't wait.

  Olivia was sitting at the breakfast bar reading. She was always reading, shame it was a fashion magazine and not her homework. She was 11 years old going on 20 and hated me.

  “Morning Olivia,” I smiled.

  She looked up and then back at her magazine. “Can I go to the Mall after school?” She asked in her pure American accent.

  I walked over to the breakfast bar and placed my hands down. “Who are you going with?” I asked standing opposite her.

  “Cadence’s Mom.”

  I looked closely at her, she was lying and I knew she was lying. Then again, I was young once. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Okay... But Jay will escort you.”

  Olivia jumped up out of her seat. “Oh my god!” She screamed. “Where's my Dad? He'll let me go without Jay.”

  “Mr Thomas left first thing this morning” Maddy our Nanny replied, placing my morning coffee next to me. Olivia stamped her foot in her normal spoilt brat way. “I hate you all” she screamed and stormed off out of the kitchen.

  I took my seat and finally allowed my attention to focus on my little boy. He was such a well behaved little chap and the spitting image of his father, right down to the red hair. “Hello, Bailey” I smiled, reaching out for his hand. He smiled and carried on eating his eggs.

  “Mr Thomas told me about the trip to Paris” Maddy said with excitement. She was a very beautiful woman in her late 40's. I hired her because of the friendliness that shone out of her. Also, she was married to Jay. We had converted part of the house as a little flat for them.

  “He did?” I looked confused. “What exactly did he say?”

  “That next weekend we are all going to Paris.”

  “We?” I chocked on my coffee.

  “Me and Jay will be joining you. How much fun, I have never been to Paris before,” she smiled and walked away. I stared down at my coffee. I thought it was a family trip and now he had asked the hired help to come along.

  Why couldn't we just be normal for one weekend?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Maxwell

  “And that is the penthouse?” I asked, sitting back in my chair. “Good... No, we will be flying on my private plane.” I looked up at my wife standing before me, glaring and her hands on her hips. She was wearing her famous pencil skirt and a tight fitting blouse with buttons done up – At least she had listened to me yesterday.

  She looked very pissed off and a little smirk came to my lips. Everything about her oozed sexiness. “Okay, I will call you back.” I put the phone down and smiled at her, her mouth tightened. Something told me I was in trouble. “Mrs Thomas” I laughed.

  “You invited Maddy and Jay?” She yelled.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Yes.”

  Her hands ran up to her hair and she gave a little tug. “How is it a family trip if you invite the Nanny and driver?”

  I rubbed my brow in annoyance, nothing ever pleased this woman. “You said you wanted to go for dinner” I reminded her. “We will need a baby sitter and I can't invite Maddy without Jay.”

  Suddenly she looked dumb struck and her cheeks flushed. “Oh,” she sighed
. Even though she looked every inch the powerful business woman, she was still my tiny bashful Miss Dawson. I tapped my knee. Instantly she walked over and sat down on my lap.

  “Don't worry, I've been thinking” I began, running my fingertips through her soft hair. “You're right. I need to spend more time with you and the kids.”

  “Really” She looked up at me through her eyelashes.

  “Really,” I kissed her cheek. “My family is the most important factor in my life. I want to make it up to you. After work let’s go to McDonalds?”

  She screwed her nose up. “McDonalds?” Her face looked blank. “How is a big Mac and fries romantic?”

  I gave a little chuckle. She didn't understand. I grabbed hold of face with both hands. “The one with our favourite rest room.” I raised my eyebrows and gave her my special smile.

  Her mouth opened in shock. I wasn't sure whether it was because I had suggested it or that I had even remembered. Anyway, she looks very impressed.

  “You have yourself a date, Mr Thomas” her soft lips met mine in a deep lingering kiss. She slowly stood up and her eyes diverted to the bulge in my trousers. “Tame yourself till later,” she winked. She smoothed down her skirt and began to walk out of the office.

  I was a fucking lucky man. I had a beautiful wife, two wonderful children, and a nice home and now I was richer than ever. Oh yeah, I was the envy of every living man.

  ***

  I was sat in the car being driven to my next meeting. All I ever did was get driven round to listen to others bore me to death. I loved my business, but sometimes everything just felt the same.

  I closed my eyes and my mind filled with thoughts of my wife. How I couldn't wait for work to be over. Last night when she said she didn't want us to drift apart had opened my eyes. It had hit me like a ton of bricks.

  Even after everything we had been though we were still together. My feelings had never changed for her. I still felt exactly same way I did when I first saw her sat in my reception on her interview.

  I rested my head on the back of the seat and let out a little air. I was 36 years old and I had everything. A smug smile came to my lips. I needed to get the old Maxwell back; the one Georgina had introduced me to.

  My eyes sprung open. “Jay!” I called out in my boss voice. “Take me to Agent Provocateur on Melrose.” I watched Jay's eyebrows shoot in the rear-view mirror. “Don't look like that” I laughed. “You're a married man, you know how it is.”

  “Certainly, Mr Thomas.”

  He pulled up outside the store. “One more thing,” I said, opening the car door. “Ring Georgina and tell her to meet us outside the office in twenty minutes.” I threw my phone on to the passenger seat and got out. I had to get her something special. Mrs Thomas was going to have fun playing my game.....

  I waited with the goody bag close to me. I looked at my watch, trust her to be late. I only asked her to step outside. I bet she was gossiping with her assistant Eva. Finally the car door opened and Georgina jumped in.

  I leaned over and kissed her. “Day off” I said suggestively.

  “What have you got planned?”

  “As inquisitive as ever, Mrs Thomas” I joked, as I sat back up. “We are going on a little adventure... Mr Golden Rule and Miss Dawson style.” She began to bite down on the lip. “Exactly” I smiled.

  It felt like the good old days where we would just drop everything to get our fix of each other. I gripped hold of her hand and held it tight.

  Then a pang of sadness hit me and I looked out of the window to hide my facial expression. I nearly lost her more than once. The thought that we may not have even got married nor had Bailey broke my heart. It was too painful to think about.

  Debbie wasn't allowed to have any contact with us, which pleased me greatly. As for Blake we left him and his mental mother far behind in Oxford. Although according to a client Mrs Waterman had died a few months ago.

  We pulled up outside the Hilton Hotel and Georgina's jaw dropped in astonishment. “Why didn't I guess?” Giving her girly giggle, that sound sent the tingles run down my spine.

  “If needs must” I hissed, picking up my goody bag and getting out of the car. Jay opened the door for Georgina and I walked round to meet her. For a moment, everything seemed to go into slow motion. I watched as her long in luring legs gracefully swept out of the car. She still affected every aspect of my heart, body and soul. We were born for each other and no one could take that away.

  She linked arms with me and I escorted into the hotel and over to the reception.” Welcome to the Hilton Hotel” the receptionist smiled. “How can I help you?”

  “I have a reservation for Mr and Mrs Thomas.”

  The receptionist narrowed her eyes and began typing on her computer. I guess it did look really odd – Two people in the middle of the day, wearing business clothes checking into a hotel suite. I think it would have been worse if I had said Mr and Mrs Smith.

  “I need a credit card.” I handed over my platinum card. The receptionist looked at it and back at me. “I see your name is Mr Thomas,” she said sarcastically as her eyes looked me up and down.

  “And I am Mrs Thomas” Georgina spat, holding up her wedding ring hand. The receptionist blushed and quickly handed us our key and my credit card.

  “Enjoy your stay,” she mumbled, not looking back at Georgina.

  I and Georgina headed towards the lift. “Did you see how she looked at you?”

  “Are we jealous?” I laughed, the doors opened and we both stepped inside.

  “Of course, another woman looking at my husband and implying that I was some dirty whore you were paying for.”

  As soon as the doors closed I pushed her up into the corner. “No one thinks you're a whore” my voice dangerously low. I watched her swallow hard. I placed my hands either side of her head or looked down into her blue eyes. “I never want to hear you say that again” I warned. “Otherwise, there will be consequences.”

  “Will I enjoy the consequences?” Her fingers playing with my tie and her teeth locking on her bottom lip.

  “Very much so,” I smiled, holding up my goody bag. “Just like I'm going to enjoy this game.” I stood back and swung the bag over my shoulder.

  “Do I get a say in anything?”

  “No, my game... My Rules!” I enforced.

  The door pinged open and we stepped into the penthouse suite. I watched as Georgina's eyes go dreamy. This was where we stayed the first night as Mr and Mrs Thomas.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Georgina

  The second the bedroom door closed, everything about Maxwell changed. He became dominating and his voice harsh. I loved it when he turned into this man. The butterflies began to flutter in the pit of my stomach result of excitement of the unexpected.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off my husband; tall, muscular man with spiky reddish hair. Dressed in my favourite blue suit with a crisp white shirt. His blue eyes penetrating me and his perfect mouth waiting for me. He took my breath away.

  “Strip” he commanded. “Tonight I’m in complete control. No talking, no touching and no kissing. I will do as I may and you were just endure in utter pleasure and fulfilment.”

  He places the bag is has been carrying down on bed. “What's in there?” I ask.

  He raises an eyebrow and slowly a sexy smile appears on his face. “All in good time, Mrs Thomas. All in good time.” He removes his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt up. “I do remember asking you to strip.”

  Oh my, just from that heated gaze I know I’m in trouble. I slip off my heels

  Once again he had his bag of magic tricks. Slowly he pulled out two sets of handcuffs. This was new and the words he once said to me filled my head.

  “Don't look scared, Georgina” he slowly says as he begins to attach the handcuffs on to the head broad. “This is going to be mind blowing.” He attaches the handcuffs to each of my wrists, I was now unable to move and completely.

  His blue eyes look
ed down at me. “You have no idea how good you look.” He then removes a blind fold from the bag and leans a little closer. “Just stay still and relax”. Then it went black.

  I could hear fumbling around in that bag again and my heart began to race. I was laying here waiting in anticipation, wondering what game he had come up with. Would I enjoy it? That was a stupid question to even think.

  His soft lips landed on my mouth and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Already my arousal was beginning and that deep much wanted contact was needed below.

  His lips slowly trailed down my neck, in between my breasts, down my stomach to finally he was at his destination. My head tilted back as his tongue began to twirl against my clit. Accidentally, I tugged on the handcuffs and they tightened around my wrist. I whimpered out in pain, but the slow swirls of his tongue immediately took it away.

  His lean index finger pushed deep inside me and I lifted up my hips as he slid in and out slowly. Out of nowhere came this low buzzing noise. Then a vibrating sensation hit my sweet spot. His finger still moving in and out of me gently. I cried out with desire.

  Then it switched, the vibrating had taken the place of his finger and now his tongue was once again doing its magic. I felt myself beginning to shake and the sensations took hold. The vibrating stopped and he was lying on top of me. His bare skin hot and against mine.

  He began to fill me and he began to rock. Gently, pulling himself in and out of me. His hand removed from across my mouth and was replaced with his lips. I wished I could reach out for him, tug at his hair or grab hold of his perfect pert arse.

  Without warning he flipped me over on to my stomach, my arms crossing each other and the metal of the handcuffs digging into my skin. His own fingers dug into my waist and he was slamming into me from behind. Each slam leading me over the edge. I heard him hiss and I knew his teeth were gritted tightly together. He began slamming faster and a lot harder. Strangely enough, I actually thought he was going to smack my arse, but he never did. The way he was pushing into me was forceful and each slam I wanted it to be harder. I came screaming out his name and unable to take anymore of his wonderful punishment.