He latched his hands around my hair, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I loved the taste of him. Slowly he pulled my hair back as he nearly came all the way out. He pushed my head back down on himself. I mustered all the sucking force I could. I pushed his hips back, releasing him from my mouth.
"Now I want a salary without any sexual requirements. I am not a whore." I sucked him deeply back in. I heard him moan as he shot his load deep into my mouth. I continued to suck, even after he released my hair. I released my suction as he started to soften.
"Not a whore? I'll tell you what. I will amuse you. I will give you the eighty thousand plus benefits, but you must quit your other job. I promise you will not have time. And if you ever try to blackmail me sexually again, you will be punished." That was very matter-of-fact. A little too serious for my personal liking, but I was going to let it go. Although I was beginning to wonder who truly had more power.
I really enjoyed what he did to me physically, but this mental power play was becoming very fun. We both were too old to be engaged in silly high school mind games, but this seemed to be on an adult level. I was going to see how far I could push him. I have a feeling I would like the punishment. Maybe a little bit of pain, but the end result might make it worth it.
"Deal, give me a few weeks to tie up any loose ends I have with my old boss. And then I will become your permanent live-in accountant, not your puppet on a string. Deal?" I held out my hand, waiting for a handshake.
"Deal." Then he leaned down and pulled my lips tight to his. It was a leave-you-breathless type of kiss. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth. I did not want to let go, but he pulled back. "I don't believe in handshakes. We will seal the deal tonight, but right now we need to get ready."
Standing at the vanity wearing a kimono robe, I looked into the mirror. In my own eyes, I saw that I had sold out on my own morals and principles. Was I really in love with him, or the chase that gave me such a thrill? It was a hard question to try to answer, after such a short time. I was hoping it really was love, but I had to let time tell me the real answer. It was not something I was not going to decide on in only a few short days or even weeks.
Alex came back in, carrying a white thigh-high stocking, a white garter-belt and a white lacy push-up bra. I looked at him with a quizzical look. "What the heck is that?" I demanded pointing at the bra, he was holding up by the strap. The last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to my breasts.
"This is one of my surprises for tonight. I want you to put all of this on and come back into the bedroom, please." I did not question him. What was the point? I usually caved anyways. I put on the bra; it felt weird, like my breasts were hitting my chin. I fastened the garter, but I had to sit down to put the stocking on, so I waited until I was back in the bedroom. Placing the kimono back on, I hobbled to the bedroom.
Alex was dressed in a black tuxedo with an emerald-green vest. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat." Something about a tuxedo made me excited. He did not say anything, just pointed to my emerald dress on the bed. This was not the same dress; it was shorter and had no slit up the side.
He took the stocking from my hand. Delicately he rolled it up. He pointed to the bed and I quickly sat down. Placing his hands on my left upper-thigh, he tenderly pulled my leg out straight, running his hand down to my toes. His touch was so soft; delicate shivers went down my spine. Softly, he placed the stocking on my toes, taking great pains to ensure it was straight. With a cat-like grace, he unrolled the stocking up my leg. Alex ensured that the emerald green seam on the back was straight. Helping me to my feet, he fastened the stocking in place.
He leaned down and sucked my tit into his mouth. I nearly fell back onto the bed. I was so aroused that any touching almost made me scream with desire. I wanted him to touch me more, but all he did was pull away from me.
"We need to hurry, our guests already have arrived." I begrudgingly slipped into my dress. The satin material hung loosely around my thighs. The hemline was just above my knee, but still far shorter than I was accustomed to wearing. The straps were wide at the shoulder and then tapered down to the bodice. I felt sexy and ready for anything.
"I have a little bit of a problem. I cannot wear heels, and I have no other shoes."
"Not a problem, I did think about that." He handed me a matching green flat. "Now, go do your hair and make-up." I hobbled back to the vanity and looked at myself. I needed jewelry, but I did not have any in close reach. I decided to leave my hair down, let the natural curls conceal my bare earlobes and take attention off my bare neck.
"You look too beautiful to hide behind your hair." He stepped behind me and pulled my hair back loosely. He placed a gold barrette at the nape of my neck. From his pocket, he produced an emerald and diamond choker. It was exquisite. He handed me a matching pair of dangling earrings.
"These are absolutely breathtaking; thank you so much." I turned around and kissed him gently on the lips, rubbing my perky nipples against his chest. The feeling was bordering on euphoric. "I think I am ready, if you are."
We walked to the dining room slowly, side by side. We could hear the laughter and conversations, long before we got there. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. As we walked into the door, everyone went quiet. Each person stood-up, as if at attention, when Alex sat, so did everyone else. Then the conversation started again.
Everyone was dressed in formal eveningwear. I was taken aback by why there would be such hoopla over my presence. I had only accepted to stay, not get married. I knew there was going to many more arguments yet to come, tomorrow. Tonight I was going to enjoy myself. I looked around and there were a few new faces. I knew Alex would introduce me, in time.
The waiters came around and poured Champaign. Alex stood up and said, "Please everyone keep your seats. Tonight we are here to celebrate. Sarah…" He pointed to me. "…has graciously accepted my proposal to stay. Not only will she be living here, she has also accepted to run the books for the farm." Everyone cheered.
I was confused even more. Why was it such a big deal? "Furthermore, I would like to thank Uncle Boris and Aunt Kiska for coming and my older brother Ivan and his wife Vania…" He pointed to an older very heavyset man and a robust woman seated next to him that must have been his Aunt and Uncle. His brother looked almost identical to Alex; his wife was also a robust woman who looked like she had had a hard life. "…for also making the long trip from Russia. I appreciate the sacrifices you all have made for me. Without all of your help and kindness, I would not be where I am today. I offer the most sincere heartfelt thank you. To all of my guests I want to thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to help me celebrate this milestone in my life. Cheers." The normal rigmarole of everyone clanging glass proceeded.
I was so awestruck that I did not realize Ariela was congratulating me. "Ariela, you and I need to talk," I said in her ear. If anyone around here knew what was going on, she would. She just smiled at me and shook her head 'yes'.
The waiters brought out a delectable shrimp cocktail and more wine. Alex leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow, you are going to be introduced more formally to Ivan and Uncle Boris. However, tonight I want you to drink and enjoy yourself. Just to let you know, no bondage when we drink a lot; it can become very dangerous." A devious laugh came out of his mouth. "I love you, Sarah, and I hope you stay here for a long, happy lifetime." He kissed me passionately. I did not return his passion.
Dinner proceeded with little problems; all of the food was splendid. I was sitting back watching everything. I noticed Juan, the head groundskeeper, was spending a lot of time talking to both Boris and Ivan. I thought that was a little different, although Juan was seated in-between the two men. Their faces showed moments of laughter, but a lot of serious in-depth conversation.
Leaning over to Alex, "What is up with Boris, Juan and Ivan? I would think they would not talk to one another…"
"Oh, Uncle Boris sent both of Juan's daughters to college. I think it was Harvard or Yale, one of them. There was no way Juan could afford to send them. I, at the time, was still struggling to make this place a success. So, stepped in Uncle Boris and ever since then Juan has become like family. I told you everyone here is happy and I go to great lengths to ensure that." Alex gave me the answer I really wanted to hear. My brain was thinking buried bodies on the vast acreage. I was relieved to hear such a benign answer.
The waiters cleared the last of the dessert plates from the table. Alex stood up again and said, "I want to thank everyone for coming. Out on the back deck a string ensemble has been set up. Please feel free to drink and dance the night away." Almost everyone made their way to the back patio. Alex held me back; Boris and Ivan stayed, as well. Their wives went on ahead.
"Nice to meet you, Sarah. Alex has said you are quite a firecracker. I do love a lady with spunk. Alex also explained…" Boris sat in the chair next to me and continued talking. "…that you are very astute with numbers. I look forward to discussing a few matters with you tomorrow. I hope Alex has made you happy, and if ever he becomes, oh how do you say…'Pigheaded' just let me know and I will whip him back into shape, so to speak."
