Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six (10 page)

"Officer, I sincerely suggest--"

"That's it, hands behind your back asshole. You're coming with us."

Nena was close to tears again, Lindsay watched, paralyzed with indecision. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Officer…"

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Suzy had been tiptoeing around the issue with Ruben for months. Their sex life had been going from strength to strength and now they lay spent, yet again, from a bout of love-making that would be seared into her memory even in advanced old age. Ruben had held her for a long time, then rolled to his back in deep sleep where she watched him now. He was still the most perfect man she had ever seen, but there was still that one thing hanging over them.

That damn secret of his.

His sexual secret.

She had to know what the hell it was.

She slid her hand under the blankets and found his well used member. It was still semi-hard and pressed against his abdomen from the weight of the blankets. Her fingers wrapped around it and even after all these months it still gave her a thrill to think that this man and everything that pertained to him was hers, including this huge, relentless, never tiring dick.

She began to massage slowly, bringing the beast to life again. A smile came to the man's sleeping face and his body began to move.

He was all hers except for that one secret. The thought stung her with unexpected force and she closed her hands sharply around his balls. The squeeze brought him instantly to full consciousness. He scanned the room rapidly, his normally perfect hair tousled and gorgeous, an invitation to lie back and be soundly fucked by him one more time.

But that wasn't her plan for today. She was tired of lying back and taking it. He needed to come clean.

He looked up at her and smiled again, happily realizing that he had a massive hard on and that the woman he loved to death had one firm hand squeezing warmly around his balls.

"Ready for more baby?" He said with his sexiest of smiles.

She squeezed a little harder causing him to raise an eyebrow. He had just been emerged from the sexiest of pre-awakening dreams, no doubt caused by all the love -making and the hand on his contracting balls. He was cocked and ready to rock his woman's world yet again.

"I've been waiting for more since the day we met." She said with a icy smile.

Ruben picked up on the mood instantly and prepared to side-step. He wanted sex, not useless talk and head games.

"Today's the day baby." He said.

"No bullshit Ruben. I want to know."

"And I'm going to let you know." He reached a hand over to her side of the bed and slid it in between her warm thighs.

Those damn thighs. They were betraying her yet again, opening up to receive her man and his expert, exploring fingers.

She clamped them shut, locking his hand in place.

It still felt damn good, but she had to stay focused.

"Tell me what happened to you. About why you couldn't... God damn it, why you couldn't do it to me that first time."

He sighed and allowed his eyelids to droop sardonically over his big brown eyes. It didn't make him any less sexy, but then almost nothing could do that.

"Do we have to talk about that now? I told you I'll tell you but I need to do it in my own time. And you've got me here with this damn…" he nodded down to the pyramid of bedclothes over his bulging member, "this thing. Now isn't exactly the best moment."

She moved her hand back to his cock, wrapped her fingers around it and gave a long, slow pull downwards, stretching skin to the max.

Ruben groaned in ecstasy.

"Now is the best moment Ruben. Or it's the last moment. I'm not kidding." She let go of his dick and released his hand from between her legs, pushing it back to him.

"You wouldn't fuck me the first time we met so maybe you'll be happier that way. Not fucking me at all."

They stared at each other mutely. Ruben was good at reading people and so was Suzy. Her determination was obvious to him while she could see him begin to weaken inside. Without a single word both of them knew the balance of power in this discussion was shifting.

"Fuck it Suzy, do you know that you're the only person in the world who can do this to me?"

"What? Give you a hard on? I doubt it."

"Not that. It's that look and… and…." Ruben Mayweather searching for words - she was on the home stretch. "Jesus Christ Suzy, threatening to withhold sex from me while dangling it right in front of my nose… naked and incredibly sexy… it's not fair!"

Time to press her advantage. It wouldn't be long now.

"This could all be so, so easy Ruben." She said seductively. "You know I'm never going to forget about this. It won’t go away, not ever, so why don’t you just be a good little boy and tell me all about it."

"Cornered. That's what it is. You make me feel cornered and nobody else in the world makes me feel that way." He paused. "I feel corned by sex."

"Well, considering you have me cornered in every other possible way I think it's only fair that you get a little taste of how it feels. Now either you tell me what happened to you or…" she held back a moment, long enough for him to become even more apprehensive, "or we go for couple's therapy."

Ruben shook his head in disbelief and dismay.

"Couple's therapy? Why on earth would we do that? Our relationship is fine. We have a sex life that makes the Playboy Mansion look tame. What the hell could a therapist possibly do for us?"

"Get you to open up your scared little mouth for a start."

He sighed deeply and lay back in bed, his hard on still protruding upwards. He wished he could switch it off like a battery operated dildo but the truth was that even the insufferable intractability of his sexy little love goddess was making the damn thing even harder.

"I won't do therapy." He said, but there was a softer edge to his voice that Suzy immediately responded to. It was barely there, that soft edge, but she felt the whole of herself respond to it. Her love for the crumbling man below her multiplied correspondingly and her body ached to satisfy him even more. She slid down next to him and put her arm around his taut, muscular abdomen.

"So what
will
you do?" She said into his ear.

"I've told you before that I'll tell you and I intend to keep that promise, but I'm just not sure I can tell you all at once."

She held on, afraid to move or speak in case the moment would shatter and he would change his mind. He was the most invulnerable of men she had ever met but this was his weak spot. She knew it couldn't be easy for him. Ruben Mayweather was every inch a man of action, not a talker. Maybe there was another way to do this.

"If you really need something right now then I guess we can make a start." He stared at the ceiling as he spoke. The evasiveness was totally unlike him and made him seem younger, more open, more deliciously fuckable than ever. Her heart began to pound. Was he really going to do this for her? She squeezed her arm around him a little tighter but still didn't say a word.

"A long time ago…" His voice had softened almost to a whisper. He was struggling. "Someone… someone humiliated me, okay? Badly."

Suzy hugged tight. He was doing it. It was the last obstacle to them being together.

"I was sixteen. We were both sixteen."

It was hard to imagine him that way - being anything other than the charismatic boss of everything that he was today.

"Dale and I were both sixteen. The girls were older. College girls."

Suzy didn’t move. Dale was involved too? This was getting in pretty deep.

"Neither of us had any real experience that counted and we were too young and stupid to know how dangerous fooling around with sex could be. Boys that age can't think straight beyond the end of their dicks and we were no different. Come to think of it, not much changes when you get older." He gave a laugh but it was a nervous one, nothing like his usual self and if she closed her eyes Suzy could almost hear that stupid, sweet sixteen year old boy next to her.

"We thought we were leading them on but it was the other way around. We bought them milkshakes at a local McDonalds and thought we might get to first or second base with them in the parking lot, but those particular girls had other plans. They had a car and offered us a ride which we both thought was pretty cool. Maybe we could even get lucky in the back of the car somewhere, right? When they took us out of town it was exciting at first, we were pretty sure we're getting laid, first time for either of us as well. I had a hard on in the back of the car that was out of control. Couldn't get rid of the damn thing and couldn’t hide it either. That's when things began to go wrong, except that I didn't know it yet and I had no idea how wrong it could go."

He looked over at her and her huge eyes were full of empathy, waiting to hear more.

"I think that's as far as I can go for now Suzy." He took a deep breath. "I haven't thought about this stuff in a long, long time, you know?"

She felt the tip of his cock press against her forearm and it was diamond hard. She looked at him in amazement. Obviously it was hard to talk about but clearly it was intensely arousing as well. Whatever those girls had done to them had left him very, very screwed up indeed.

Chapter Six

"You're lucky I don't take you all in for wasting police time." The officer said to Lindsay, as he released his hold on Dale.

Lindsay opened her mouth to protest that she hadn't asked for police help but Dale sent her a stern look and spoke up over her.

"We're very appreciative officer. We apologize for the misunderstanding and for the use of police time."

The officer waited for more, another word, any movement or gesture that would confirm his prejudice that rich people considered themselves above the law, but Dale didn't say another word.

"This is my uncle Dale." A tiny voice came from below. "He's going to take us home with him."

Everyone looked down to see Nena's tiny head peeking out from behind Lindsay's hip. It would have taken a very hard heart to ignore her.

"Okay." The officer said with resignation and a tinge of disappointment. "I'll let you guys go." He turned to Nena and hunkered down. "But if your uncle does anything naughty again there's a number you can call little lady. Do you know how to use a telephone?"

Nena nodded her head.

"Of course you do. You just dial 911 and someone like me will come along and help you, okay?"

Nena nodded her head shyly.

"Atta girl." The officer gave her a smile and a wink and then stood up again to look fiercely at Dale and Lindsay.

"Whatever differences you two fools have, don’t let it interfere with that little girl, do you understand me? Now go sit down somewhere and talk it through like adults."

They nodded their heads contritely and at last the officers returned to their patrol car.

When the black and white had pulled away Dale and Lindsay stood looking at each other. There were a thousand things he could have said to her and a thousand more things he could have done, instead, Dale hunkered down in front of Lindsay to the opposite side of her hips where Nena was still hiding.

When she peeked around her auntie the hulking man was wearing his silliest of silly smiles and Nena threw herself into his arms. He scooped her up in one go and then swept Lindsay up into his other arm, lifting her right off the ground. Squeezing them tight he gave both his girls a bear hug that almost left them breathless. As soon as she could breathe Nena began to giggle uncontrollably. Lindsay struggled first with tears and then began to giggle out of control as well.

"I think Disneyland is around here somewhere." Dale said amidst the laughter. Nena squealed with delight nearly deafening the two adults.

"How about we get cleaned up and see if we can find it?" Dale shouted with his head buried down into the girls' shoulders to escape Nena's high pitched screaming. If Lindsay had even dared to entertain the idea of refusing, it was clear she would be outgunned and then some by the little girl's response.  

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The Fairytale Suite at the Disneyland Hotel wasn't what Lindsay would have chosen herself but when Nena was given the choice there was no going back. They freshened up quickly and then spent the rest of the afternoon together in the theme parks. Even though Dale hadn't rented out half the employees in the park for their personal pleasure in advance, still this time was even better than the last. All three of them were together for the whole trip this time, just like a real family. The only downside was how attached Nena would become to all of this and the truth was it could not last. Not until she knew the whole truth about Boyevik and had it confirmed with hard evidence of some kind.

It would be better for her and Nena to struggle by in some small town honestly than to live off the wealth of a killer who considered himself above the press, above the law, above any kind of conventional morality. If she accepted a life with him, if that's what he was offering, then she would be complicit and she would be dragging her niece into a world of violence and corruption she wouldn’t understand until it was too late for her to free herself from it. That might be acceptable for her at this point, but not for Nena. She couldn’t make that decision for her niece.

Full disclosure was absolutely indispensable.

By the end of the trip Nena was exhausted and went to bed happily surrounded by toys that Dale had bought her throughout the day and by wall pictures of all her favorite Disney princes and princesses. If any child deserved a break it was her. The last few days shuffling from homeless shelter to public park and back to homeless shelter again had been a living nightmare.

Lindsay was in the bathroom alone, feeling almost guilty at the amount of space around her. Just last night she had been crowded together with the troubled underclass of LA's unfortunates in a space half the size of this massive suite. Now she was in the lap of luxury and thankfully, so was Nena - her best friend and greatest responsibility.

The plush bathrobe felt wonderfully comforting against her skin but she wasn't thinking about that now. She was staring at her phone and psyching herself up to make that call. Her plan was to speak to Nadia first and listen to her version of events. Then she would speak to Dale to get his story. If they coincided it wouldn't exactly be evidence but it would be a step in the right direction and she could already feel a little more comfortable about being with Dale and allowing him to be this close to Nena.

She touched her finger to the screen and watched the call connect. She was on her cell phone so she could be traced, but what did that matter now? She was with Dale anyway so presumably his people knew exactly where he was.

The phone picked up immediately.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Komerov, it's me again, Lindsay Day."

"Thank God you called Lindsay. You've got to trust me on this, you need to know the truth."

"I know, I realize that now."

"Can you tell me where you are? I'll come and meet you."

"Just tell me, I don’t have time to meet."

"Over the phone isn't good. It's not secure. Just tell me where you are and I'll get there as soon as I can."

Lindsay's heart sank. This was no good. She needed to speak to Dale immediately after speaking to Nadia so that they wouldn't have time to talk to each other and line up their stories.

"It'll take too long. I need information now and you're in Washington."

"No I'm not, I'm in Los Angeles. I… I traced your call to the phone booth you called from."

"Of course you did, that's why I used a payphone."

"So why aren’t you using one now?"

"Don't you know already?"

"Would I be asking if I did?"

"I'm with Dale."

"With Dale? That's impossible, he's in Nepal on a trek in… shit."

"He's here with me in the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim. He tracked us down."

"Of course he did. We were fools to think he'd let you go. The Hargrave brothers aren’t like that. Can I come and see you there? I'm in downtown LA, I can make it over there in under an hour."

Under an hour. Surely she could hold out that long, meet with Nadia and then return to Dale for his version of events.

"Okay. Call me as soon as you get here. We can meet in the lobby."

"Lindsay, who are you talking to? Can I come in yet?"

"That's Dale, I've got to go. Bye." She ended the call, went to the bathroom door and opened it. Dale was standing there in a bathrobe that matched her own.

"Did you call someone?" Dale asked.

"Yeah, I've got someone I need to meet in an hour. We can talk after that."

"That's fine by me." He said. "Action first, talking later. Come on Lindsay, I've been weeks without you and now I've been looking at you all day without being able to lay a finger on you. This is getting damn near unbearable."

He hugged her in close and although she still wanted to resist it felt so damn good that she let herself go and hugged him back as tight as she could. The warmth and comfort she felt slowly gave way to desire as her body molded itself to his.

"Come on baby." He whispered into her ear. "I can't wait any longer." He picked her up and carried her to the bed, just as he had done before. It seemed to be his thing; prince charming/cave man takes his woman to bed, half teases her to death first and and then pounds her into sexual exhaustion for the finale. Every part of her wanted it again but she couldn't get it out of her head that they had made an agreement - that he had promised to allow her to do the same to him when the time came.

She longed for him that way, but it still wasn’t that time.

He had just taken her from the streets, rescued her and Nena from homelessness.

How could she make those demands upon him yet?

He laid her carefully down like the most precious thing in the world and then allowed his matching bathrobe to slide to the ground.

It almost took her breath away.

He was so physically perfect. God had to be a guy because a woman would have created every man in the world like this instead of teasing womankind with just one in a hundred million or so.

He climbed onto the bed beside her and she waited for his touch but instead he just watched her for a moment and then became very intense.

"I haven't forgotten." He said.

Lindsay's heart began to beat faster, a short jolt of adrenaline coursed through her.

"I made a promise to you and I always keep my promises." He lay down on his back next to her. "You let of your fears for me and now I'll do the same for you."

Lindsay looked at him in amazement but still she didn’t move. Dale continued.

"You told me, and I quote, 'I want to climb on top of you and fuck you like a good girl fucks her big bad asshole boyfriend. I want you to lie there and take it like a God.'"

Lindsay's eyes widened, she gulped and her face began to flush. Had she really said
that
?

"You further said, 'I want you inside me so deep--'"

"That's enough. I know what I said. You don’t need to remind me."

"Why not? Don’t tell me the woman who said that to me is embarrassed by her own words?" He pushed up to his elbows again. "Surely that's not a blush I see on Lindsay Day's face. Tough investigative reporter and--"

"Shut up. I'm not a reporter anymore. You and your brother made sure of that."

The words stung Dale, more than she had intended them to.

"I can undo anything Clayton or Ruben have done. Don't worry about them. It's time to think about us."

Ruben had threatened her with the loss of Nena if she went anywhere near Dale again, but would he really follow through? Could he? The threats had come at her very lowest and weakest ebb. Ruben Mayweather, ruthless, powerful and infinitely wealthy billionaire had kicked the struggling reporter and her little girl when they were down.

Suddenly weeks of repressed, helpless rage exploded to the surface and it was if a shard of her old self had struggled back to life again.

"Get down on your back Hargrave. I said I'd fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked and now I'm going to do it."

Dale went silent. This was his moment, the facing of
his
fears. He had made a promise and he wouldn't back down, but would he be able to live up to it or would his body let him down at the last moment?

He lay down beside her, folded his knees and put his hands behind his head. He was trying his best to feel relaxed, but the mixture of fear, adrenaline and high octane sexuality was intensely exciting, almost to the point of confusion. His first real full on experience of intercourse, full penetration had been like this and it had been against his will. He had been railroaded into it and then forced to pay the price of his weakness afterwards.

Unfortunately it had also been the most exciting experience of his life to date and his life wasn't exactly one without thrills. He had never been able to top it no matter how hard he tried but then again, he had never, ever given in to anyone like this since that afternoon all those years ago with Ruben and those two older girls.

Before he knew it Lindsay was on top of him, her soft, perfect behind pressing down against the top of his thighs, her wet pussy pressing down onto his abdomen and pubic bone.

"Fuuuuck…" He groaned helplessly.

Get him down, lock him in. The thought had seized her like a primeval instinct.

"This is how I like to do it." She threw her head back and moaned to the ceiling as she felt his erection stiffen against her. Obviously his problem with being underneath didn't involve any loss of desire. If anything, he was harder than ever.

"This is scary for me Lindsay, we need to go a little slower here."

She stopped moving. It was true. She remembered how scared she had been when he was on top of her, but then he had just taken her in hand and blown her mind. She wanted to know what had happened to him but then again, he was a man, he probably didn't want to talk about it. Actions would speak louder than words.

"Slow is how I like it Dale. The slower the better. Just remember that I'm in charge here and I won't hurt you. Not ever."