Executive Decisions is a series of short stories starting with The Meeting, then Working Dinner, Going Up? and now this one. They can be read individually or one after another. Thanks to all of my friends for helping me with this story. Piper & MzJ, thanks TONS! I really hope you enjoy them and as always feel free to send me any and all comments or suggestions you may have. I love the feedback. There are more in this series…an new one is started even as I type this…
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“Okay, true he’s inconsistent. Constantly saying one thing then does another.” Madison kicked at the rocks someone had piled up in a mini tower along the surf as she spoke out loud. The beach, desolate now that the vacation season ended, gave her the privacy she craved to work through some of her tangled emotions. “Wait. I suppose as long as that is what he is always doing that’s consistent, right? Just not the constant action I want or deserve. We make plans and ninety five percent of the time they fall through.”
Her footprints trailed behind her. She paused by a large log washed up on shore during the recent storm, sitting down she placed her shoes next to her curling her toes into the sand. “Take this last time. We were planning a nice weekend get away and Grayson tells me…at the last minute…we can’t go because he unexpectedly got called back to California. That wasn’t the only time either. I’d been with him well over six months and in the last six weeks I’ve seen him twice. Now I know I should understand and I do, I just can’t stand broken plans.”
Madison’s frustration eased a bit from within flowing out with the tide. Not quite as much as she’d like but the peacefulness of the deserted beach helped. Stress had been building deep and strong for some time. Usually mellow and relaxed, she’d gotten to the point where she was so busy and preoccupied she even forgot to eat. Her mind focused on the reorganization of the company she worked for or drifting off on what she could possibly say to Grayson to make him understand her feelings without coming across as petulant and possessive or she’d be on her way to yet another meeting allowed room for little else. At least Madison, Madie to her friends, remembered her name.
Jack, her boss, had her working fast and furious on this project with Grayson. Rumors ran rampant that the corporate office, located in New York, was secretly being bought out in a hostile take over. As the owner and president of this branch, Jack wanted to make sure the plan he put into motion was carried out. The reorganization of this franchise needed to take place soon if this gossip turned out to be true. Actually it was more than gossip. They had made quite a bit of headway with it and crunch time was upon them. Only now Grayson wasn’t around to pick up some of the slack. Since he left, yet again, it all fell to her.
He was always going away on business trips. As a consultant, he had clients other than Capitol Enterprises. Madie understood the pressures he had with his career and everyday life. She went out of her way not to add more stress wanting desperately to be the calm in the rough waters of his day-to-day frustrations. His other clients and other responsibilities were a major reason she had seen him so infrequently even though they worked together. She’d known from the moment they first met online that he was a busy man. One of the things they had in common.
Right at the moment the last time they saw each other played over in her mind. The night before he left happened to be the night they were going to leave for their mini holiday. He picked her up early and told her to leave her bags not going into detail as to why they weren’t going. He brought her back to his place. She’d never been there before. He preferred to keep much of his life separate from what he had with her.
Neither spoke the entire ride. Was this a new assignment for her? Where is he taking her? Grayson’s silence reverberated through the lavish interior of the luxury car. Her hands ran back and forth over the black leather seat. Her nervous energy giving way to fidgeting earned her a stern glance from Grayson. She immediately clasped her hands in her lap and sat upright. Not wanting to disappoint him in anyway, she remained quiet and unmoving.
She tried to be patient and understand this aspect of his personality that required her complete compliance in all things. While he would talk to her about anything, everything and nothing, he rarely actually physically involved her in his life yet insisting she share everything she did. This ride was much like their relationship. She followed his lead…if silence was required, she would do it. Madie often felt that he kept her at arms length for a reason. A reason she was to be kept in the dark about, like lovers who remained hidden behind the scenes. He insinuated himself into her life but she knew so little about him.
“Here we are. This is my apartment.” Grayson stated nonchalantly as he opened her door helping her out of the car. Her mind reeled with shock. His place? She was about to walk into a glimpse of his life. Her heart thumped. Could he hear it?
Grayson opened the front door and stood back allowing her to enter first. Anticipation tingled through her body as she slowly walked through the foyer into the living room. Hundreds of white candles glowed brilliantly softening up the space that could be described as clinical at any other time. Inhaling deeply trying to regain control of her battling emotions, a soothing delicious aroma of vanilla overwhelmed her senses. A bottle of wine and two glasses caught her eye next.
Spinning around Madie saw nothing giving her more insight into this man standing before her. Pleasure and confusion registered on her face. Music filtered into the room startling her. The melody familiar to her yet she knew she’d never heard it before. An eerie sense of déjà vu gave her a quick shiver.
When Grayson took her hand in his and pulled her into his arms, she melted into him without the awkwardness she had felt earlier. Now her senses were inundated with his scent. Happily she snuggled into him ignoring the twinge of unease that tapped at the back of her mind. Something easily accomplished with Grayson running his hands over her bareback.
He found the string that tied her top in the middle of her back and tugged it free. Whispering in her ear, he slid the material off her shoulders, “Madison, in the bedroom…I have something for you. It is just down the hall. The door is on the right. Go and see.” He stepped back from her holding her shirt dangling it from one finger watching her reaction to his command.
Madie turned naked to her waist. She felt no shyness around this man. He’d taught her so much about her sexuality. He’d awakened a deep desire for debauchery in her she’d never known existed. A wicked thrill ran through her as she walked toward the bedroom. It never even occurred to her to disobey him. She felt his eyes devouring her backside. He’d once told her he loved the curve of her ass and how it moved beneath a skirt that hugged it ending just below the cheeks. Every step or so as she left the room he caught a glimpse of skin not covered by panties.
Reaching the bedroom door, Madie turned the knob slowly wondering what would greet her on the other side. Grayson had not only introduced her to her own natural cravings but he taught her much about BDSM. Often she would be tied to the bed while he tortured her turning her into a wanton sex slave. Then sometimes she’d kneel before him, her wrists bound behind her back begging him to let her pleasure him others still she would be direct to expose various parts of her body in unique settings. They had many experiences from exhibitionism to bondage. Grayson dominated every aspect of their relationship. Madie willingly gave over to his desires in everything. Sometimes she wondered if she gave up too much.
