Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Page 13

  Erica glanced at Dwayne, who smiled and nodded. "That would be great. But don't have any staff around, just the three of us after all. Besides, I'm sure they all have things to do to make this place ready for the EW people to arrive tomorrow."

  "As you wish, Mr. Forrester. Would you prefer to have someone carry your bags to your suite? Also, when you have some time later, Chef would like to talk with you about your special guest. Apparently Chef Aksoy has asked to do some work on the line while she and Mr. Castelbon are here. Would that be okay?"

  "If Krystal wants to chop veggies or make soup, I say let her," Dwayne said. "She probably wants to pick Chef's brain anyway. Also, Julian might want to use the fitness area. Is that ready?"

  "Our staff room is not as well equipped as the Kennebunkport resort, but I think you and Mr. Castelbon could have a good workout together if you wish. Are you sure you don’t want someone to take your bags to your room?"

  Dwayne declined, taking the bags over himself while Erica and Liz went out to the playground. Since she was still not even in preschool, Liz couldn't play on some of the larger jungle gyms, swings and monkey bars that filled a portion of the play area, however the large sandbox with an assortment of toys for digging, hauling, and shaping sand left the little girl happy and entertained. There was also a smaller toddler sized play area in the middle of the box she could use later. Finding a toy excavator and dump truck, she quickly set up a construction site of digging up dirt and hauling it away. Erica soon joined in, rediscovering the joy and simple pleasure of playing like a child. When Dwayne's shadow fell over them and she looked up, the smile on her face spoke more than words.

  "I knew Liz would like this, but I didn't think you'd have so much fun as well," he said, kneeling down in the dirt next to Erica. Liz happily made motor sounds as her dump truck hauled another load to the ever-growing pile of sand, which now was almost eighteen inches tall. "Maybe I should make the adults pay for this."

  Erica laughed, her laughter quieting as Dwayne reached up to brush some sand out of her hair. The touch sent warm shivers down her spine, and Erica hoped that Liz would be up for an afternoon nap. "You definitely planned for your daughter when you had this designed," Erica replied, taking Dwayne's fingers and kissing them. "And that makes me very happy."

  Dwayne's voice dropped to a low, throaty growl as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I can tell. Keep it up, and when Liz takes a nap, I'm going to do things to make you even happier."

  "Yes..... Master," Erica whispered back, shivering. While she and Dwayne had played at dominance and submission before, it was the first time she had ever used the term outside of playtime in the bedroom, and the words filled her with a liquid heat. Maybe this sort of play could become a regular thing.

  Dwayne looked at her askance for a moment, before the desire settled in his eyes, and he nodded once, firmly. "Careful with your words," he said thickly. "They may have unintended consequences."

  For the next two hours, the family played, first around the playground, then at miniature golf, where Liz happily did her best to swing the small putter she was given, which was still about a bit too long for her. "We never imagined a three year old wanting to play," Dwayne said, "but it looks like she's still having fun. Remind me to have Bruce order some smaller putters if we can."

  Just then, Liz swiped at her pink ball with her sideswiping, hockey stick like swing, smacking the ball sharply before losing her balance. Tottering, she spun once before plopping down on her butt, tired wails resulting. "I think a certain little girl is ready for her afternoon nap," Erica replied, unable to resist mentally adding, and I'm ready to have some private time.

  Scooping her daughter up, Erica held Liz against her shoulder as they walked back inside. The afternoon sun and activity had taken its toll on the little girl, and by the time Dwayne led them off the elevator in the north wing and to the suite, she was snoring soundly, a thumb tucked firmly in her mouth.

  Erica had seen pictures of Dwayne's suite before, which could actually be reserved if someone was willing to pay twenty thousand dollars a night. It was also available to employees of the Forrester Hotels chain as a reward for exceptional performance, a perk Dwayne had put into place at all of his hotels. Still, walking into the four thousand square foot 'Forrester Suite' was another breathtaking experience.

  Erica thought she had gotten used to luxury living, when she could call all the A-list celebrities her neighbors. Still, their house had nothing on the Forrester Suite. High ceilings ringed the design, which had an open air central space. Plush leather sofas ringed an open seating area that had a salt water fish tank that doubled as a table in the center. The dining area had a mahogany table for six, made from wood harvested in the Keys, as well as a small kitchenette, although Erica expected to be eating mostly restaurant food while she was there.

  Liz had her own private bedroom, currently set up with a small bed set near the floor level that was ringed in slightly higher pads, instead of the standard style. The design incorporated Japanese and Swedish elements, and was a mirror of what they had at home. The only offsetting part to Erica was the decor, which unfortunately had a much more adult air to it, although still keeping with the open whites and other trends consistent in the decor of the suite, it still felt like it needed more of a childlike touch for her taste. It could use a clown or a cartoon pony in it somewhere. In any case, it was a fine room for Liz for the next few weeks.

  After tucking her daughter in, Erica quietly crept out of the room, heading towards the living room. She was most of the way down the hall when she felt Dwayne sweep her off her feet, pushing her against the wall to growl in her ear. "You call me Master out there, and then spend two hours teasing me with that sexy body of yours. I don't think I can wait any longer."

  Erica could feel Dwayne's strong, hard body pushed against hers, and she melted, moaning thickly as his hands reached around to caress her breasts through her t-shirt. "Yes Master," she sighed, her hips pushing back, searching for the feeling of his cock pressed against her. "I'm sorry."

  "No you're not," Dwayne replied, a chuckle in his command. "You like teasing me, knowing how much I just want to strip you naked and take you wherever you are. But now I have you all to myself, and you're going to do exactly what I say."

  Dwayne's words sent jolts of pleasure through Erica's body. She could hear the double meaning, Dwayne both giving her power with her ability to arouse him, and his command that she submit to him totally. Sinking to her knees, she turned around, her eyes looking up at him in adoration. "How may I serve you?"

  She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so safe in all her life as she was that moment. Her world collapsed as the only thing that became important was pleasing this man, her husband who gave her life purpose. When he smiled, she shivered in anticipation.

  "First, go into our bedroom and take off your clothes," he replied, "then wait for me."

  Erica went to get off her knees, freezing at the look in his eyes and the slight shake of his head. "On your hands and knees," he said quietly. Erica crawled off, acutely aware of his eyes following every sway and movement of her hips in her jeans shorts. "That's it."

  The trip down the hall to the master bedroom was more erotic for Erica than any dance she had done in a club. Reaching the luxurious bedroom, she kept up her crawl, hearing him behind her, his breath soft and fast. She could hear his arousal, and it made her feel both powerful and happy that she was pleasing him so much.

  Reaching the edge of the bed, she demurely took off all of her clothes, folding them neatly beside her before turning, still on her knees, her eyes cast down. The air conditioning brushed over her nipples, which were hard and aching. Since giving birth, her breasts were larger. They hung in two perfect teardrops, larger than when they had met due to having a child, but still flawless, framed between her arms, which had taken on a beautiful lightly tanned shade from the spring sunshine. She felt soft, feminine, and utterly at the mercy of Dwayne's will. She also didn't
want to stop. "Does this please you, Master?"

  "Very much," Dwayne replied, standing in front of her. "Take a look."

  Raising her eyes, Erica found herself staring at the huge bulge of Dwayne's cock in his pants. Her hands fluttered, wanting to lift up and touch it, but she knew as part of her role, she had to ask and wait his command.

  "It looks painful. May I touch it and help you feel better?"

  "You may," Dwayne replied. With trembling fingers, Erica reached up and undid the belt on his pants, before unsnapping and pulling them down over his hips. The thin cotton of his briefs were soaked, shiny and wet as the loose gray slacks that he wore for driving pooled around his ankles.

  Licking her lips, she leaned forward, broadly stroking her tongue over the wet bulge. His precum was sweet, and she found herself desiring more of his essence. Hungry, she peeled his briefs down, sucking him into her soft, full lips as his cock was revealed to her eyes. He slid in slowly, her tongue running around and over the sensitive head and down the underside of his shaft until he brushed against the back of her throat. Pulling back, she plunged down again, sucking him with adoration in her eyes.

  Looking up, Erica could see the smile that formed on Dwayne's face. "That's wonderful, Princess," he said, using their pet word for when he was being dominant. "You are doing a very good job of pleasing me. Would you like a reward?"

  "If it pleases you," Erica replied, pulling herself off of his cock. Her pussy was tingling, and she felt like she could come at any instant, as soon as he touched her. "If you feel I deserve it."

  "Come here," Dwayne growled, pulling her to her feet. Kissing her fiercely, he whispered in her ear. "Who do you belong to?"

  "You, Master. I love only you."

  Dwayne cocked his head at her, a serious smile on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, saving his question for later. Instead, he scooped her up, tossing her the bed with his powerful arms, Erica giggling as she bounced. Laying next to her, he pulled her on top of him, kissing her lips tenderly. She could feel his hands running up and down her back, reaching down to cup her ass and pull her against him. Her pussy was almost gushing, and she could feel her hips sliding against him.

  "If I don't come soon, I'm going to explode," she begged, as he bit her lower lip gently.

  Dwayne nodded, pulling her up to straddle his head while she bent down to take his cock in her mouth again. Just the feeling of his breath on the aroused lips of her pussy had her aching, and she poured her entire attention into sucking and pleasuring his cock. Bobbing her head up and down, she brushed hair out of her face as she breathed deeply though her nose. Pushing deeper, she could feel him slide past her gag reflex, into her throat where she swallowed deeply, letting the muscles massage him.

  Pulling back to gasp air, Erica groaned as Dwayne's tongue slid between the lips of her pussy, wriggling inside to massage her inner walls. She felt herself caught on the edge of climax, and knew that Dwayne was keeping her there intentionally, not touching her clit until he was ready to come. The knowledge fueled her need, and she swallowed him deeply again, bobbing her head up and down until she felt his balls start to tighten. Pulling back, she kept her lips clamped around his sensitive head, her tongue caressing his slit while her hand pumped him up and down.

  The first spurt of his creamy come caught her by surprise, she had been so intensely focused on his cock that she hadn't heard him grunt. Filling her mouth with the salty sweetness. As she sucked, Dwayne's tongue reached up to stroke her clit, triggering her own orgasm. Opening her mouth to cry out, a final squirt of Dwayne's come caught her on the cheek, dripping down her face. Her thighs clamped uncontrollably around her husband's head, riding out her orgasm until she fell forward, utterly drained.

  Lying there quietly, Erica could feel Dwayne roll her off of him, before he turned around on the bed to gather her in his arms. Nestled against him, she felt safe and protected, secure.

  "That was intense," she whispered, kissing his hand as he wrapped it around her shoulders.

  "What came over you?" Dwayne asked quietly, nestled against her neck. "You never have played so totally submissive before."

  "I know," Erica said. "And to be honest, I liked it."

  CHAPTER 20

  T rouble greeted Dwayne and Erica almost as soon as breakfast was over the next morning. They had woken up to a lovely spring morning, with clear skies and a soft breeze coming off the Gulf. They had enjoyed a fine breakfast in the restaurant, a simple affair of bacon, eggs and toast with fresh orange juice. Sipping on the last drops, Erica chuckled as Liz worked her way through her bowl of soft scrambled eggs, intently trying to keep her spoon level. She had made a huge change recently, from being focused on just getting food into her mouth to imitating the good manners of the adults around her. While it made meal times slower, it also meant a lot less mess around the house, which Erica appreciated.

  "So after breakfast, I need to stop by the pool area," Dwayne said, "the lighting techs are coming in to do the prelims for your stage show, and I want to look that over."

  "Make sure you set aside some time for you and Julian to do a workout," Erica added. "I know how you two are still semi-competitive about who's the bigger Alpha Male."

  Dwayne chuckled. "I wouldn't say we're competitive. Besides, he's coming in tomorrow."

  "He's the only man I know who is able to push you competitively, Dwayne. He's your friend, and yeah, you two are still in some sort of rad bromance or something. Don't think Krystal and I haven't noticed," Erica teased. "But I’m glad for it, actually. You need some time for friends. Besides, not too many men you can call your equal, and Julian's come along well from what you told me he used to be."

  "He has. Okay, I'll make sure there's time in the schedule for that too after he arrives. It'll be good stress relief." He got up and left the table, quickly making his way out of the dining room.

  "Have fun," Erica said, thinking of some of the e-mails and other prep she could do over the Internet. Tina and the rest of her advance staff would be arriving that day, and she wanted to make sure they brought all of the things she wanted them to bring. Logging onto the hotel computers, she quickly jacked in her laptop, using the passwords that Dwayne had given her. Pulling her e-mail up, she wrote out a message to Tina, confirming the designs that Tina was bringing, and who she thought should wear each. At the end, she added a last second post script.

  "Hey, what about getting a piece for Peter? I mean, he's been a model, and it would be fun to give him one last run on the catwalk, no judgments or anything. You pick out the piece, and surprise me."

  Shutting her computer down, she looked over at Liz, who was happily playing with her favorite stuffed, animal, a white gorilla Tina had given her when she was just a baby, and Liz had named "Baanaa" which Erica assumed was short for banana.

  "You ready to go see what Daddy's doing, little girl?" she asked, to be answered with a happy nod and smile. "Me too. Let's go."

  Holding hands, Erica made her way down towards the pool area with Liz, who was dressed in a pretty little sundress for the weather. The hotel was quiet in their wing, and she saw a few cleaning crews going around. The pool area however was totally different. Five different crews were working at a fast pace, stringing lights, rigging the walkway, checking sound and other details. While the event was supposed to be smaller than a normal show, the overall amount of preparation was more since they had to totally make all of the runway facilities, and pipe in all extra electrical and sound gear. With the media coming, it had to look professional, even if there was an element of fun to it.

  Erica saw Dwayne standing by what had to be the main sound board, talking with a man in work clothes and holding a wide clipboard that held papers. Erica assumed he was the construction foreman. Holding Liz in her arms, she made her way carefully around the groups of workers. There were electrical cables and dangerous things everywhere, and she was glad to have Liz up in her arms.

  Suddenly, two lou
d pops caused Erica to whip her head to the right. Four large speakers, the type normally used by bands at outdoor concerts, had been attached to scaffolding by large, heavy duty nylon straps. One of the straps had popped, sending the speakers swaying dangerously, one of them falling to the ground in a tremendous crash, part of it hitting one worker, who fell to the ground screaming. All work stopped, workers rushing over to help the injured man, Dwayne joining them. The injury appeared to be a broken leg, and the hotel medical staff quickly splinted the worker for transport. Unfortunately, the Aura was isolated, which meant that transport to the nearest hospital would take time. With a broken leg, the man would be waiting in the hotel infirmary for at least a few hours.

  "What happened?" Erica asked, after Dwayne was done and could join her. She had stayed on the perimeter of the chaos, keeping Liz safe while trying to see what was going on.

  "I don't know, but that's the third such incident in three days," Dwayne said quietly, looking around. "We didn't have that many serious accidents in the entire building of this place. Something's going on."

  "What do you mean?" Erica asked, afraid. It seemed like every time a ray of sunshine had come into their lives over the past year, a cloud was on the horizon as well.

  "I don't know, it's just a bad feeling in my gut, but I'm calling in some security experts. I just got off the phone with their front office, they'll have their A team here within three hours."

  Erica nodded, her fears at least partially assuaged. While the mere idea that a security team was needed caused her to worry, that Dwayne was taking the threat so seriously meant he would be bringing in the best he could. "Who did you get?"

  "Delta Security Consultants," Dwayne said with a smile. "Best damn team in the business."

  * * *

  T he advance team from Delta Consultants came in via helicopter, a sleek white and red job that reassured Erica. With a name like Delta Security, she had imagined a group of gun toting intimidators. Instead, the man who led his team off of the helicopter looked more like Tom Brady than Tom Hardy, standing almost as tall as Dwayne, with sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He was wearing an Italian suit, with steel rimmed glasses that lent him almost an academic air.