Chapter 6
The rest of the weekend went quickly. After waking up groggily on Saturday afternoon, Lucy devoted her time to preparing for her upcoming business trip.
"DeLane Industries," she spoke aloud as she typed into Google the name of the new client she would be auditing. Unfortunately, there weren't very many results. Ultimately, she gathered that the business was mainly devoted to research and development.
Information about the owner of the company was almost as impossible to find as information about the business itself. The place seemed to have been owned and operated by the DeLane family for at least a couple generations. But she couldn't find pictures, profiles, or anything at all about the DeLanes.
Interesting...
thought Lucy.
Hopefully they'll be open with me while I'm there.
It always made Lucy's job more difficult when companies tried to hide things.
One problem with not knowing much about the facility is that Lucy had absolutely no idea what clothing to pack. Some sites were basically glorified office buildings, others were downright filthy. She knew that part of her job was to make a good first impression for the firm, so she wanted to look put-together and professional.
Can't forget some good hiking clothes too, just in case!
The thought of quality time spent in the serene countryside had her perked up in no time.
With all of her preoccupation, Lucy was able to push thoughts of the handsome stranger to the back of her mind.
Mostly.
It wasn't until she had been working for hours that finally she caught herself in the mirror. On the side of her neck where it met her shoulder there was a large, dark hickey. Lucy blushed deep red when she saw it.
What is this, high school? Well... not that I got many hickeys in high school, but still!
Her stranger had marked her for all to see. She shivered at the thought.
Not long after, she found herself trying to stuff a pair of jeans into her suitcase bending at the waist, sticking her ass out, and trying to get a better angle. As she dug into the suitcase, the fabric around her kept tickling the spot on her neck. She felt a flutter in her pussy.
I bet Jackson would know just how to take me in this position. Hard.
She startled herself with the sudden dirty thought.
Where did that come from?
Her nipples brushed against the fabric beneath her. She bit back a moan.
I really do need to get laid,
she thought as her fingers grazed her thigh.
Slowly, teasing herself, she raised her hand higher and higher until she met the waistband of her panties. She slipped a digit into her wet folds. Lucy gasped and closed her eyes. Images of Jackson's glowing amber eyes filled her head. She remembered how fucking hot he looked as he licked his lips, staring at her like she was a full course meal. She imagined his lips taking over for her fingers as she rubbed little circles over her clit.
"Oh, Jackson," she moaned aloud. "I need it, please."
Her fingers were expertly working her clit. She may have been a virgin, but she was no stranger to a self-inflicted orgasm. She slipped a finger into her hole. It was so hot and ready, primed for a good fucking. Through her frequent masturbation sessions, Lucy discovered she was not one of the lucky women who can orgasm from vaginal stimulation. Still though, she enjoyed the fullness of a finger or two inside of her every now and then.
What will his cock feel like?
She shivered at the thought of being mounted by her beautiful stranger. His manhood felt so big through his pants as they danced at The Den.
Will he fit? Fuck, he'll make himself fit.
She pictured Jackson throwing her down on the bed and roughly sliding into her. His hands would grab her hips as he took what was his. He would hold her down and thrust into her mercilessly as she begged for more.
Lucy had never told anyone about her desire to be dominated. Her desire to be claimed. And dammit she wanted Jackson to be the one to claim her.
Jackson's deep, erotic growl rang in her ear. Lucy cried out as she came all over her fingers. As the shockwaves continued to rock through her body, she pictured her pussy spasming on his dick, which just prolonged her pleasure.
God damn,
she thought as she rolled over for a well-earned nap.
This man may be the death of me.
Chapter 7
Before she knew it, it was Sunday night and Lucy was pulling up to her destination: Pine Creek. It was a relatively small town with a quaint town square complete with a variety of locally owned shops.
The Pine Creek Hotel, on the other hand, was anything but small-town. This place would be better suited in the middle of the fanciest part of the city. Lucy couldn't stop looking around as she sauntered over to the check-in desk. A grand fireplace with intricate carvings was at the center of the room. Antique chandeliers hung from the ceilings. She had been expecting a roadside motel, but this... this was a sanctuary.
"Ah, you must be Ms. Prince." The mature woman at the desk smiled warmly at Lucy. She vaguely reminded Lucy of the grandmother she had seen only a few times in her childhood. The nametag on the woman's shirt read "Mae."
Lucy blushed slightly, "Um, yes, that's me. What gave me away?" She giggled nervously.
"Oh we don't give away our secrets that easily, my dear." Mae winked.
"Well, your secrets are safe with me," Lucy joked back.
"I believe that," Mae said simply. "Now, let's get you to your suite!" After a few taps on the computer keyboard and a signature, Lucy waved to Mae as a short but rather stocky young man collected Lucy's luggage from the car and escorted her into an elevator.
The bellhop stood as far as humanly possible away from Lucy as the elevator ascended.
He'd probably climb on the ceiling just to get further away
, she snorted. The young gentleman glanced briefly in her direction at the noise, then turned to once again face front. His face was blank, expressionless. She sighed inwardly. Her previous years spent at a plus size weight had taught her that this was normal male behavior towards her.
Some girls aren't worth a second look... I guess some things don't change.
The bellhop stiffly opened the door to Lucy's suite. As he rushed to place Lucy's luggage in the room, Lucy kept her distance but snuck a peek at his nametag: Tyson.
He scurried out of the room and Lucy decided to have a little fun with him. "Bye, Tyson! I'll miss you!" She called out loudly as she entered her room giggling. Tyson ran even quicker, but she noticed he looked even more ashen than before.
Stepping into the room, Lucy took a deep breath. She normally wasn't known for having a keen nose, but she picked up subtle notes - cedar, sandalwood, and a delectable earthiness - that created a wonderful combination to her senses. She stood still for a few moments, just taking it all in.
The room itself was an equally gorgeous, if smaller, replica of the great room downstairs. A fireplace with similar wood carvings was on the far side of the room. She approached to get a closer look. The level of detail in the carvings was absolutely insane. There were forests so clear she could practically see each pine needle. And wolves so detailed she caught herself trying to pet the fur. She shook her head, chastising herself.
Get a grip, Luce,
she thought as she stripped down preparing for bed. She had a big day tomorrow and she needed to be ready.
***
The next morning, Lucy arrived at the large building marked "DeLane Industries". The place was massive- much bigger than she had anticipated.
