Seven's Diary (Hers #4.5) (5 page)

No more than the rest of the sexually active adults in the world. We all have those things we enjoy. The things we hide in the darkness because we are worried of what the mainstream folks will think of us. It is okay. Believe me, it is healthy whether you believe it or not.

Many wondered why James White took me under his wing in the corporate world when he barely said hello to anyone in the office. If they only knew the truth the office rumor mill would be far more on overdrive than it ever was.

As time went on, the events of my birthday were completely in the past. Forgotten and never mentioned again. It was almost a black cloud hanging over us, but it never hurt the relationship we continued to have.

One person in the office knew the truth about our relationship, his secretary, Ana; a woman sworn to secrecy, someone in charge of covering up the exploits of his life that dragged over into work. Exploits like me, or those who came sniffing around for a payday. I should have learned years ago there would come a time when that would become a reality for myself. I was just too naive to believe I would ever become that important. Ha! If I only knew what was right around the corner for the life I was making.

Ana became a favorite flavor of mine, just as Star had. Her body was perfection in one of those cougar type ways. Her full hips gave me something to hold on to. Her breasts were for sure fake, but soft as hell. I could curl up on them, using them as pillows to nap on. Had you been afforded the same opportunity, I can assure you that you would have taken up that same chance.

One of my favorite in office sexcapades happened on a Thursday before a holiday weekend. Most of the staff had cleared out, heading for their fancy vacations on the Cape or where ever their money would take them. I preferred to stay in Manhattan. I’ve never been much of a traveler.

James or Master Robert as he was known at this time called me and Ana into his office. His brooding voice shook us both when he beckoned us, the clear cut symptoms of a bad day. As we rounded the corner, and quietly stepped into his office he turned in his chair. The door closed, locking in place and his words were short and to the point.

“Both of you, strip.”

My heart hammered against my chest as Ana looked at me with question and worry in her eyes. She was as confused as me, but with a nod she relaxed only enough to begin to unzip the Gucci dress she wore. I made quick work of unzipping my pink pencil skirt before lifting the black and white polka dot top I had on over my head, leaving me in nothing but my lingerie. The same black silk I knew set Robert on fire whether he wanted to admit it or not. I did that on purpose, as a play for power; always trying to go back and forth with him since he trained me to be as dominate as he was.

His eyes always lit with a heat that would only be extinguished by his release when I donned a black garter. I knew this would be mine and Ana’s saving grace this afternoon. As we stood waiting for our instructions, the stressed Master ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. Clearly stressed and clearly overworked after the latest merger that kept us both away from the club for the past week. Late nights and early mornings can only be worked out on each other enough. There always came a point in time where he needed more. Another person. Or people.

“Ana on your knees, Mistress, panties off,” he instructed, and we both quickly complied. I always did what Robert told me without any question. He was the one man in my life I can honestly say I never questioned sexually. I never pushed his buttons, or tried to rein dominance over him, or at least not for anything more than demonstrating what he taught me. Maybe it is because I knew there would be great rewards in the end? Maybe it was because he held the key to my future success, or maybe it is just because I liked the arrangement we held.

That I may never know.

But looking down at Ana’s beautiful chocolate eyes, I was a goner.

“Mistress, on your back on the love seat.” His strong fingers directed us to the corner of the room. The same corner which often doubled as an in-office playroom.

As I followed his instructions he came out from behind his desk, only stopping once he was sitting in a lounge chair with the exact view he wanted. My legs spread open, bare pussy mere inches from Ana’s face. I could feel the heat from her breath on my wet cunt, begging for her tongue to make contact. Something neither of us would dare until he gave us permission.

My eyes drift back to him as he leisurely reclined in his chair, watching the scene before him; his cock free from his pants, hard as a rock with a shiny chrome cock ring in place.

“Ana, finger Mistress Marilyn.” Even outside of the walls of the club, there remained very few people who we interacted with, without the cloak of our alter-egos. While Ana may have known us both as Seven, and James I still believe that deep down James felt more comfortable keeping the words separate even if it was just for show.

As her finger slowly pushed into my wet center, he spouted off more demands from his throne.

“Mistress, remove your bra. Pinch your nipples for me. Ana, lick her cunt.” We both worked on the tasks given. Something I appreciated about the encounters I had with Ana, or even Star was the fact that being with a woman was just so much different than a man. I found myself being gentler. The blooming Domme being born inside me at the hands of Master Robert was forgotten. Being with a woman was far more sensual.

Maybe that is why I enjoyed the occasional encounter with a woman. It gave me the chance to be gentle and connect on a deeper level. Master Robert and I had this deep connection, but it was different. It wasn’t one of those connections that most adults seem to need.

“Shit,” Robert says from across the room as he stood. Cock still in his palm as he took long strides across the small space. It wasn’t long before the head of his dick pressed against my lips.

“Open, Mistress,” he demanded and I complied. Teasing and sucking his cock as Ana’s mouth slowly began to lick my waiting pussy. Robert’s thrusts became forceful, fucking my face without any mercy. My hands working his tightening balls, dipping between his ass cheeks to occasionally tease his ass.

“Fuck,” he yelled as he pulled his dick free from my mouth and emptied his release all over my face. Without missing a second, he tucked his dick away in his pants.

“You are dismissed.”

That is how much of my sexual time with Robert was inside the office; a stress relief for him. But, when it came to mentoring me in the business world, I learned more than I would have ever had the opportunity in school, or even in the original position I landed at the firm. I never questioned his interest in me. Not once, because I worried about how quickly he would replace me with someone else who could suck a dick on a whim. My own insecurities from Daniel hung over me, when the reality was Master Robert would never replace me.

It had been almost a year from when Robert proposed before he came to me with disheartening news that would change the future of our relationship forever. Only I didn’t know this would be my big opportunity to shine.

“Seven, can you come into my office for a bit? Close the door behind yourself,” he said as he rounded the doorway and made his way behind his desk. The grim look on his face worried me. I had never seen James White this dismal. He was like a man beaten. One of the subs he threw out like trash after he was finished with him for the night.

“You okay?” I asked him with genuine concern. My worry for him was that of a lover, because in our time together I had become closer with him than any person in my life. Ever. Even my Star. While our relationship was certainly unconventional, I looked at him as a trusted male figure in my life. Our taboo encounters were consensual. He was a mentor in every form I could have ever asked for.

“Seven, sit.” He demanded, and I complied.

“I don’t like where this is going.” I admitted. Scared was an understatement.

“Seven, I have cancer.”

His words were like a knife to my chest. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. While I struggled to digest the words, and weight of his admission he continued speaking without missing a beat. Like this was something he expected, like he was lying down to accept his death sentence.

“It is advanced. There is no treatment for me at this point. I have some paperwork I need you to sign for me. I am going to be resigning as CEO next Monday.” He pushed a stack of paperwork across the desk in my direction.

Everything made sense. Everything fell into place. The marriage proposal. The way he treated me. His unconditional dedication to me. Our love. But people who loved each other didn’t fucking hide shit like cancer. Fucking cancer. As my heart broke, my rage took over. How dare he hide this from me all this time?

“My shares of White-Woods Global are yours. You will take my place as CEO, and I have no doubt you are going to run this place with an iron fist. Just as I have taught you.” Before I could open my mouth and protest, he interrupted me. “Don’t even go there. Don’t be the stubborn bitch I know you are capable of being. Take this company, take the life I am gifting you, and run with it.”

“James…” I eyed the paperwork the best I could as tears began to sting my eyes, all legal wills and corporate mumbo jumbo.

“Seven, you knew from the beginning what you were getting into. You agreed to all this.” his arms opened, gesturing around the office. “You knew I would give this all to you one day. That was the agreement from day one. Don’t disappoint me now. Don’t do this to me on my death bed, Seven.” His words weighed heavy on me. I didn’t want to disappoint him, especially in his last days. But could I really take this all on? Could I really run this company?

“How long have you known? Is this why you proposed?” My words were brave. I had rarely ever talked back to James like this. It wasn’t for fear but we had a mutual respect that didn’t call for my constant bad attitude.

“Yes, I’ve known for a while now. I tried everything I could in terms of medical treatment. There is nothing they can do now. I’m sorry I deceived you in that way. I do love you, and I did want you to be my wife. I still do.” My stubborn nature wouldn’t let me believe him. I was just too fucking hurt.

My confidence wavered. Doubt washed over me. The voices taunting me in the back of my head, telling me I would do nothing but run this man’s life work into the ground. The corporate naysayers would have a field day with this.

“Stop trying to talk yourself out of it, Seven.” His stern tone brought me back to the other side of the desk, but didn’t help with my confidence at all. “You can and you will do this. You are going to walk into that boardroom with me on Monday morning and you are going to make those old men your bitches. Just like we have done together for the past year. There is no room for second guessing yourself now. Not in this board room or in life.”

I nodded in agreement, and began to sign the papers; the paperwork that would forever change my life. Overnight I would go from being a nobody to holding the reins on one of the largest communication conglomerates in North America. The hunger for power seeped through my soul as I signed my name on every highlighted line.

“And Seven, it’s all yours. Everything. The penthouse, the company, my money. I only ask one thing of you.” His voice was quiet, meek, as if he was finally handing over his power.

“Anything, James.”

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye while he took a deep breath.

“Stay with me, and take care of me in my last days. I don’t want to die alone.”

James White passed away on a Tuesday afternoon in the comfort of his own home. I laid in bed with him, holding his hand while he drifted off into the peaceful sleep of eternity. The sun shone through the floor to ceiling glass in the room, and as the life slipped from his body I swear the few clouds in the sky parted, welcoming a new soul into where I think heaven would exist.

James was a saint; a generous man under the disguise of a ruthless businessman. He would have given a homeless man the jacket off his back in the middle of a snow storm. But, he would have never been seen doing it. It would have ruined the asshole persona he projected to the rest of the world. I was lucky enough to see him in his weak moments. The moments that made me realize he was just human, like the rest of us. The moments that made me fall in love with him and the person he really was under the rough exterior and kink.