Martin chuckled. The vision of her ala Venus rising from the foam was fantastic. She's a beautiful woman, playful, assertive and with a mind of her own. He found that to be extremely sexy. Martin has no need for a woman who can't even choose what scent she prefers for her bath, but not Alaina, oh no, not her. She relates what she wants, even before he offers any choice. What kind of man wants a fucking subservient or irritatingly submissive woman who can't take the initiative to express her desire for him, let alone be her damn self around him? When Lily, his genius Husky graduate, computer geek, IT lead, gave him her review of that stupid book 50 Shades Of Grey, Lily spoke of how bland and mentally challenged the female protagonist seemed. In truth, Martin thought it laughable as Lily carried on animatedly, mocking and mimicking the prevalent lines the protagonist used. But deep down, he has deduced that had a female of that classification as Lily vividly described, crossed his path, he would definitely have made a call to Takeshi for the Yakuza to grab her, never to be seen or heard from again. Martin smiled to himself, on what he is capable of and what he can do, to better the world and rid it of idiots. "But enough musings on weak willed and imbecilic women. For now, focus on the gem before your eyes, sweet but intelligent, demure but sensual, polite but vocal, and feminine but independent willed, Alaina." Martin smiled as he took off his clothes, his eyes never leaving Alaina's face. Alaina stared at the vision before her, Martin's torso, his washboard abdomen, strong quads, muscular calves and defined biceps, makes a magnificent feast for her eyes, and she thoughtfully approves. As he stepped in the bath with her, he playfully followed her gaze and ended up looking down on his penis. Alaina blushed. She managed an incomplete apology that he immediately dismissed to prevent her from further embarrassment. But as if she has missed the cue, she further trekked on the direction by blurting, "Martin, you are HUGE!" All Martin could do was shake his head and smile at her, right after "Whaddya know, I can buy the Louvre, the Hope diamond, feed Ethiopia for many years, make sure Buffalo Bills never get any Super Bowl Championship and I have a ten inch cock. I must be a superhero", he sarcastically said. As they both sat down in the warm water, Martin positioned himself behind her and gently rubbed her back, while his other hand twisted her hair and brought it forward her left shoulder. "Buffalo Bills? Why don't you want them to win any Super Bowl?" Alaina asked curiously. "Ralph Wilson's nephew dated my mom", Martin answered. Alaina turned to him abruptly and smiling incredulously, asked, "You are kidding, right?" but Martin shook his head no, "I am that unforgiving, Alaina. Are you surprised?" he added. She turned and twisted to face him to study his face to see if he is indeed, serious and she saw for herself that there is no trace of him playing or joking in his expression. "Did he break your mother's heart, toyed with her, stole money, used her for money, what did he do?" she waited with baited breath for his answer. "Jesus, Alaina, so dramatic with your mentality," he snickered, "I just didn't like the guy.I don't have to have some sinister reason to dislike him", Martin continued. They both laughed afterwards, as Alaina thought the same thing about Martin's chauffeur. She just didn't like him and she doesn't need a reason to dislike him. "This is amazing," Alaina thought. They sat in the bath just talking about the most innocuous subjects. Every now and then, Martin would kiss her, caress her breasts from behind but he was genuinely interested in hearing her childhood tales of Nicky, Alexa and herself. Whether he truly listens is another matter, of course. As they were drying themselves, Theodore entered with the fruits and champagne and carefully placed the tray by the bedside. Alaina covered up when she remembered they can see Theodore, but he can't see them. Martin laughed at her action. She laughed at her own action. She was comfortable and she is growing fonder of Martin's ability to make her feel so at ease. When Theodore exited, Martin led her by the hand to the bed. He dropped his towel and stood stark naked in front of her. He reached out and put his hand on the back of her head and pulled him urgently to his lips as he kissed her. Alaina stepped away and Martin looked at her questioningly and as he was about to speak, Alaina put her finger on his lips, smiled seductively and opened the towel wrapped around her.
She giggled and proceeded to shimmy and twirl the towel and tossed it at Martin's face. Martin pulled the towel off him and clapped, "Bravo, bravo, Ms. Gold", he said, grinning. Then, silence. Both of them stood there staring at each other's nakedness, Alaina's heartbeat racing, her breathing rising to the same crescendo in the limousine. Martin advanced towards her and she met his steps and midway, their lips locked. Martin carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Her arms wrapped around him, she refused to let go as he rose from her face. He reached at the magnum of champagne and poured the liquid in the two flutes and handed one to Alaina. Martin raised his flute "to the perfect goddess", he said as a toast to her and Alaina blushed but was relieved the champagne was not trickled down her lips, this time. What a damn waste it would be for a two hundred seventy five thousand dollar Shipwrecked 1907 Heidseick, she thought, if Martin poured it down only to have that expensive champagne end up on the sheets. Martin gently pushed her down the bed and started kissing her again. His lips trailed from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts, to her navel and then she felt his hot breath on her mound as he eased her legs apart. Alaina's breathing became ragged as she felt Martin's tongue run over her clitoris. He moved his tongue in short, vertical motion, flicking and tasting her into submission. She was beyond excitement and she can feel her body rise to the point of climax when Martin inserted his finger inside her sex and pinched her clitoris between his lips as he flicked his tongue rapidly in between making Alaina buck in multiple orgasm. Alaina thought she would pass out from sheer ecstasy as she moaned,"Martin, oh, my god, oh, oh, oh, god, soooo good". Martin raised his head and reached out to the silver fruit tray and Alaina felt a cold, small circular object he placed just in the opening of her pussy, then he followed it with his tongue, scooping the grape with it as he brought his teeth down on the fruit. The juice trickled down her pussy and Martin licked it as her body trembled and her hips rose to follow his lips, as he buried his face again down between her legs. "Ooooooh, how can you make me feel sooooo good?" she whimpered to him. And he made her cum over and over again with the combination of his tongue and finger. When she cried out, "oh, oh, god, no more, no more, Martin, please, oh god", Martin got up, smiling like he was just awarded the Olympic gold medal for a feat, indescribable in one word. Alaina looked down on his erection, he is massive, she can see him throbbing, needing release and she thought to herself how can she let him be hanging and holding for a release? With wobbly knees, she got up and gently pushed Martin down the bed. "Are you patient?" she asked. Martin nodded, confused, eager and very, very turned on.
Alaina grabbed the biggest peach from the tray and cored it then warmed it in her hands, Martin smiled, waiting for her next move. Alaina positioned herself between his legs and brought the peach down on his erection. She slid the peach down on his cock and wrapped her lips on him following the peach. "Mmm" Martin moaned as Alaina started moving rhythmically, up and down his cock. Alaina thought how perfect he is, his manhood, so beautiful, so delicious and made sweeter by the peach. She can never have enough of this man, she excitedly admitted to herself. Martin's breathing became rapid and his pelvis started thrusting towards Alaina's face as he was about to cum. He tersely said, "Baby, baby, I am going to shoot my load, move if you're not game," he thoughtfully warned her, but Alaina sucked harder and he came in her mouth, the mixture of peach juice and his cum made Alaina feel so brazen and sexual she swallowed every drop of him. "Sweet Jesus, where did you learn that?" he asked, his breathing ragged. Alaina sat up, looked him straight in the eye and said, "My best friend, Bella. She calls it a peach job". Martin cradled his head with his arm as Alaina exaggeratedly slumped to his side. He likes watching her move, speak, smile and how she furrowed her brows questioningly at him. He started tracing his finger on her neck, down to her breasts and navel, and every now and then, down on her sex. Alaina would tremble each time his hand is on her mound. He loves to see how responsive her body is to his touch. Alaina turned to her side to face him, "I will be a complete Zombie at work later, Martin" she impressed upon him, and batted her lashes sleepily, but playfully. "I wouldn't worry about it", he calmly stated. Alaina wondered what he meant, but her eyes were submitting to sleep, whether she wanted to or not. Her face lowered on the bed and her breathing became steady and lazy. Martin watch this woman, so defiant at first, so eager the next, but so sensual in all aspects, fall in deep slumber, next to him. Martin moved a stray strand of hair from Alaina's face and kissed her cheek softly.
He then got up and went to his closet and grabbed a sweat pants, put it on and silently closed his bedroom door behind him. He went down the stairs and went to his study, sat at his desk and dialed the phone. "Travis, put Sonny and Geno on the next plane to Seattle. Tell them their detail has changed. Make sure Miranda is assigned Paulo, but if she will be in Kyoto, alert Takeshi." after hanging up, he dialed James Traynor's number. "Yes, boss," James Traynor answered. "You're relieved of your duty, you will be paid six months severance and I don't want to see you near Ms. Gold again or any of my properties, are we clear?" Martin said indifferently. "Yes, boss", James replied, confused, but he did not dare ask why. Martin dialed again and this time, a young, female voice answered groggily, "uhm, heh lohh?" Martin chuckled upon hearing the girl, "I woke you up, my apology, but this is a pressing matter, Lily." he said. Lily bolted up from her sleep upon hearing Martin's voice. "Sir, Mr. Green, er, good morning sir, Mr. Green" Lily stammered. "Uh, what did you need me to attend to, sir?" she blurted out. Martin asked her to calm down and asked, "how quickly can you change all the codes to my properties and distribute them to the active staff?" Lily told him she can get it done in an hour. Martin instructed her to cancel James Traynor's access to all the company credit cards. "Sir, Mr. Green, all two hundred of them, sir?" Lily asked. "Yes, Lily, better start now. Employ Dana and Bernadette's assistance to call on the cards, thank you." Martin instructed before hanging up on Lily. Martin sees through the one way glass wall that Theodore is approaching the study. In all his 38 years, the one person he trusts implicitly, is Theodore. He has been like a father and a confidante to him since his father died. "Master Green, I thought you might care for some espresso, sir, we received our shipment of your favorite white coffee beans yesterday", Theodore said thoughtfully as he set the tray down by Martin's desk. As Theodore turned to make his exit, Martin called out to him and said, "Theodore, sit, please join me", and Theodore's back stiffened as he faced Martin. "Master Green, we have discussed this before. I am your staff and staff does not join their master for coffee or meals, sir", Theodore respectfully stated to him. "Sit. You will join me. The hell with that rule when I am your master and I order you to join me" Martin said sternly. Theodore nodded and sat down on the couch, "Very well sir, as you wish", he politely addressed Martin. Martin regards Theodore with reverence a son would give a father, if only he wasn't so damn uptight with being his butler. As Theodore pours the espresso for him, Martin asked, "Would you make sure Ms. Gold is comfortable when she wakes up?" "Of course, Master Green" came the reassurance. "Will you be out this morning? Shall I arrange for James to drive her to her destination, sir?" asked Theodore. "No, Traynor is no longer with my company and he does not set foot anywhere near Ms. Gold, Theodore", Martin said tersely. Theodore looked at his master's determined resolve. If there is anything he has learned about Martin Green, since he was a wee bit of a precocious boy, was his capacity to be resolute in his decision. It is absolute and final once Martin closes a door on anyone. "Understood, sir." Theodore replied. Martin instructed Theodore to arrange his flight out to Denver. "I want Eric to pilot the plane, please arrange it today, asap," Martin said. "The Bombadier, Master Green?" asked Theodore. Martin confirmed. "I'll do a few laps, and the Italians are taking James Traynor's detail, Theodore. When they get here, show them their quarters and tell them this is their main location."Martin stated as he moved towards the mini stairwell to go up to the "floating" pool. Martin doesn't believe in having mini elevators as he likes anything that employs physical movement.The elevators are all for his butler's benefit. Martin put on his waterproof earbuds and iPod, and dove into the comfortable water.
She giggled and proceeded to shimmy and twirl the towel and tossed it at Martin's face. Martin pulled the towel off him and clapped, "Bravo, bravo, Ms. Gold", he said, grinning. Then, silence. Both of them stood there staring at each other's nakedness, Alaina's heartbeat racing, her breathing rising to the same crescendo in the limousine. Martin advanced towards her and she met his steps and midway, their lips locked. Martin carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Her arms wrapped around him, she refused to let go as he rose from her face. He reached at the magnum of champagne and poured the liquid in the two flutes and handed one to Alaina. Martin raised his flute "to the perfect goddess", he said as a toast to her and Alaina blushed but was relieved the champagne was not trickled down her lips, this time. What a damn waste it would be for a two hundred seventy five thousand dollar Shipwrecked 1907 Heidseick, she thought, if Martin poured it down only to have that expensive champagne end up on the sheets. Martin gently pushed her down the bed and started kissing her again. His lips trailed from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts, to her navel and then she felt his hot breath on her mound as he eased her legs apart. Alaina's breathing became ragged as she felt Martin's tongue run over her clitoris. He moved his tongue in short, vertical motion, flicking and tasting her into submission. She was beyond excitement and she can feel her body rise to the point of climax when Martin inserted his finger inside her sex and pinched her clitoris between his lips as he flicked his tongue rapidly in between making Alaina buck in multiple orgasm. Alaina thought she would pass out from sheer ecstasy as she moaned,"Martin, oh, my god, oh, oh, oh, god, soooo good". Martin raised his head and reached out to the silver fruit tray and Alaina felt a cold, small circular object he placed just in the opening of her pussy, then he followed it with his tongue, scooping the grape with it as he brought his teeth down on the fruit. The juice trickled down her pussy and Martin licked it as her body trembled and her hips rose to follow his lips, as he buried his face again down between her legs. "Ooooooh, how can you make me feel sooooo good?" she whimpered to him. And he made her cum over and over again with the combination of his tongue and finger. When she cried out, "oh, oh, god, no more, no more, Martin, please, oh god", Martin got up, smiling like he was just awarded the Olympic gold medal for a feat, indescribable in one word. Alaina looked down on his erection, he is massive, she can see him throbbing, needing release and she thought to herself how can she let him be hanging and holding for a release? With wobbly knees, she got up and gently pushed Martin down the bed. "Are you patient?" she asked. Martin nodded, confused, eager and very, very turned on.
Alaina grabbed the biggest peach from the tray and cored it then warmed it in her hands, Martin smiled, waiting for her next move. Alaina positioned herself between his legs and brought the peach down on his erection. She slid the peach down on his cock and wrapped her lips on him following the peach. "Mmm" Martin moaned as Alaina started moving rhythmically, up and down his cock. Alaina thought how perfect he is, his manhood, so beautiful, so delicious and made sweeter by the peach. She can never have enough of this man, she excitedly admitted to herself. Martin's breathing became rapid and his pelvis started thrusting towards Alaina's face as he was about to cum. He tersely said, "Baby, baby, I am going to shoot my load, move if you're not game," he thoughtfully warned her, but Alaina sucked harder and he came in her mouth, the mixture of peach juice and his cum made Alaina feel so brazen and sexual she swallowed every drop of him. "Sweet Jesus, where did you learn that?" he asked, his breathing ragged. Alaina sat up, looked him straight in the eye and said, "My best friend, Bella. She calls it a peach job". Martin cradled his head with his arm as Alaina exaggeratedly slumped to his side. He likes watching her move, speak, smile and how she furrowed her brows questioningly at him. He started tracing his finger on her neck, down to her breasts and navel, and every now and then, down on her sex. Alaina would tremble each time his hand is on her mound. He loves to see how responsive her body is to his touch. Alaina turned to her side to face him, "I will be a complete Zombie at work later, Martin" she impressed upon him, and batted her lashes sleepily, but playfully. "I wouldn't worry about it", he calmly stated. Alaina wondered what he meant, but her eyes were submitting to sleep, whether she wanted to or not. Her face lowered on the bed and her breathing became steady and lazy. Martin watch this woman, so defiant at first, so eager the next, but so sensual in all aspects, fall in deep slumber, next to him. Martin moved a stray strand of hair from Alaina's face and kissed her cheek softly.
He then got up and went to his closet and grabbed a sweat pants, put it on and silently closed his bedroom door behind him. He went down the stairs and went to his study, sat at his desk and dialed the phone. "Travis, put Sonny and Geno on the next plane to Seattle. Tell them their detail has changed. Make sure Miranda is assigned Paulo, but if she will be in Kyoto, alert Takeshi." after hanging up, he dialed James Traynor's number. "Yes, boss," James Traynor answered. "You're relieved of your duty, you will be paid six months severance and I don't want to see you near Ms. Gold again or any of my properties, are we clear?" Martin said indifferently. "Yes, boss", James replied, confused, but he did not dare ask why. Martin dialed again and this time, a young, female voice answered groggily, "uhm, heh lohh?" Martin chuckled upon hearing the girl, "I woke you up, my apology, but this is a pressing matter, Lily." he said. Lily bolted up from her sleep upon hearing Martin's voice. "Sir, Mr. Green, er, good morning sir, Mr. Green" Lily stammered. "Uh, what did you need me to attend to, sir?" she blurted out. Martin asked her to calm down and asked, "how quickly can you change all the codes to my properties and distribute them to the active staff?" Lily told him she can get it done in an hour. Martin instructed her to cancel James Traynor's access to all the company credit cards. "Sir, Mr. Green, all two hundred of them, sir?" Lily asked. "Yes, Lily, better start now. Employ Dana and Bernadette's assistance to call on the cards, thank you." Martin instructed before hanging up on Lily. Martin sees through the one way glass wall that Theodore is approaching the study. In all his 38 years, the one person he trusts implicitly, is Theodore. He has been like a father and a confidante to him since his father died. "Master Green, I thought you might care for some espresso, sir, we received our shipment of your favorite white coffee beans yesterday", Theodore said thoughtfully as he set the tray down by Martin's desk. As Theodore turned to make his exit, Martin called out to him and said, "Theodore, sit, please join me", and Theodore's back stiffened as he faced Martin. "Master Green, we have discussed this before. I am your staff and staff does not join their master for coffee or meals, sir", Theodore respectfully stated to him. "Sit. You will join me. The hell with that rule when I am your master and I order you to join me" Martin said sternly. Theodore nodded and sat down on the couch, "Very well sir, as you wish", he politely addressed Martin. Martin regards Theodore with reverence a son would give a father, if only he wasn't so damn uptight with being his butler. As Theodore pours the espresso for him, Martin asked, "Would you make sure Ms. Gold is comfortable when she wakes up?" "Of course, Master Green" came the reassurance. "Will you be out this morning? Shall I arrange for James to drive her to her destination, sir?" asked Theodore. "No, Traynor is no longer with my company and he does not set foot anywhere near Ms. Gold, Theodore", Martin said tersely. Theodore looked at his master's determined resolve. If there is anything he has learned about Martin Green, since he was a wee bit of a precocious boy, was his capacity to be resolute in his decision. It is absolute and final once Martin closes a door on anyone. "Understood, sir." Theodore replied. Martin instructed Theodore to arrange his flight out to Denver. "I want Eric to pilot the plane, please arrange it today, asap," Martin said. "The Bombadier, Master Green?" asked Theodore. Martin confirmed. "I'll do a few laps, and the Italians are taking James Traynor's detail, Theodore. When they get here, show them their quarters and tell them this is their main location."Martin stated as he moved towards the mini stairwell to go up to the "floating" pool. Martin doesn't believe in having mini elevators as he likes anything that employs physical movement.The elevators are all for his butler's benefit. Martin put on his waterproof earbuds and iPod, and dove into the comfortable water.