Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (12 page)

"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."

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 loud 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.

"Mr. Forrester, Mrs. Forrester, I'm Steve Harden," he said, extending his hand formally. "Thanks for calling me and my team in."

"Well, it might be nothing Steve, but glad to have you around," Dwayne replied, leading him inside. The other team members, four in all, unloaded their bags from the helicopter, which kept its rotors spinning. The Aura had no helipad, and they couldn't leave a helicopter in the middle of the tennis courts. The rest of the Delta team would come in by van the next morning, based off of Steve's assessment of the initial problem.

"I have my security office ready for you, and some of my senior staff and others to talk with."

"Thanks. Listen, I know this is a bit scary for you guys, but we can handle it. We'll keep this little one safe," Steve replied, smiling at Liz. It pleased Erica that he could so immediately find the root cause of their worries and reassure them. Then again, she reminded herself, that was a trick used by con artists as well.

"Mr. Harden," Erica asked, holding Liz in her arms. The little girl squirmed, wanting to be let down. She didn't understand the worry that was causing her mother to hold her so much, and like most three year olds, wanted to get down and explore the world by herself. "I don't want to sound mean, but what are your teams qualifications?"

"None taken, Mrs. Forrester. By the way, my guys love your designs," he said, with a smile. "If I had known in advance, we would have worn EW. Your men's line from last fall was a big hit with my men, who were able to adjust the suit jackets for concealed carry. But, to answer your question, I was a four year member of the Navy SEALs, before moving on to the Secret Service for another ten. I left both for the more pleasant and lucrative realm of corporate and personal security five years ago. I also have a Master's Degree from the University of Arizona, and am working on my PhD now. Most of my team is made up of former military and police, but all are screened extensively by me and by a team of psychologists. There are no loose cannons on my team, Mrs. Forrester. I guarantee you that."

Erica tilted her head. "Wait, so you've got twenty years of experience? No offense Steve, but you don't look like you should be that old."

Steve laughed pleasantly. "I'm actually 41. I graduated high school early, and got through college on a ROTC scholarship quickly. If you look closely enough, some of this blonde is actually a gray hair or two."

Erica liked him, straight away. He was confident, but not cocky, and she could see by the way he walked he knew how to handle himself. She had spent years watching how people moved, not just for her work on the runway, but in creating her designs. This was the sort of man designers wanted to have wear their clothes out on the street. He wasn't built like a model, but he would move in such a way as to make the clothes look good in the functionality of the real world.

Reaching the security office, Dwayne led Steve inside, where Tina, Elizabeth, and Peter were already waiting. Elizabeth had wanted Kelly there as well, but there wasn't enough room in the office for so many people. As it was, the place was already packed. Instead, Kelly greeted them at the door.

"Erica, how about I take Liz here for some playtime out on the playground?" she asked with a smile. "I don't think our little princess wants to hang around a stuffy old office with a bunch of grumpy adults."

Erica glanced at Dwayne and Steve, who both nodded. "It's fine," Dwayne reassured her. "The playground is open and safe, and Liz loved it there. What do you say, baby?"

"Yeah Daddy! Kelly and I can play on the swings!" Liz said, jumping up and down. "She's a good swinger!"

"I'll remember that," Peter said
soto voce,
causing Tina to smack him in the arm. "What?"

Liz, ignorant of Peter's meaning giggled, grabbing Kelly's hand. "I think I'm the one in danger," Kelly groaned, carefully disentangling herself. She led Liz off, breaking into a jog to keep up after they had reached the main lobby. Erica watched them go, before going inside the security office.

"Steve, let me introduce you to the senior staff you're going to be working with most," Dwayne said. "This is Tina Youngblood, Erica's chief assistant and more or less right arm. Anything your team needs from EW designs, she's the lady to talk to. Next to her is Peter Tanner, who's going to be coordinating all of the models for the event, and works for EW as a photographer and is a former model himself. Finally, next to him is my sister Elizabeth Forrester, our chief counsel and legal expert."

Steve shook hands all around, although the way his handshake with Elizabeth stretched a little longer than the others was noticeable by everyone. There was an instant attraction between the two, and Tina looked from the handsome security consultant to the beautiful attorney, a smile on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, when a sharp look from Peter cut her off. Still, an amused half smile stayed on her lips as Steve sat down.

"Thanks for having me, everyone. My team is securing the grounds now, but honestly, without knowing what is happening, there isn't much we can do. Mr. Forrester, you said you had security footage of the accident this morning. Can we take a look?"

"Sure," Dwayne said, fiddling with a computer on the side of the room. "Sorry it wasn't ready when you first got here. With it just being construction crews, I don't have my normal security staff here yet, and all of this has been pretty automatic. Let me get it working....." he muttered, until the large flat panel screen at the front of the office lit up. "Ah, got it!"

The video was remarkably good quality, considering it was only security footage. Dwayne had used the latest in security camera technology, giving pseudo high definition quality footage over digital links. The screen was divided into four quarters, each with a different angle of the pool area.

"This is about an hour before the accident, when the speakers were being set up," Dwayne said, starting the video.

In quadruple time, the video progressed, each of the people on screen moving in jerky, almost humorous rapidity, the speakers being heaved into position by a team using a small forklift.

"The foreman said that each of these speakers weighs about two hundred pounds, and while he can get his guys to muscle them up or use a winch attached to the piping, it's a lot faster and easier to use the machine. Here they are strapping the speakers in, about a half hour before the accident."

Nothing seemed out of place, until Peter spoke up. "Wait just a second. Dwayne, can you take it back to normal time, and back it up about two minutes or so? Just something I saw."

Dwayne nodded, slowing and backing up the video. Peter leaned forward, his lips muttering silently, until he pointed at the screen.

"There!" he said. On the screen, two workers were near the speaker that had fallen, strapping it in to its pipe, when one seemingly reached out casually and drew his hand across the nylon webbing. While nothing seemed out of place, Peter was incensed. "Those ублюдок!" he spat, closing his eyes.

"What did you see?" Erica asked, concerned.

Peter sat back, and turned to Steve. "Did you see it too?"

Steve nodded, his face grave. "The worker there partially cut the strap. It wasn't going to let go right away, but that strap was sabotaged. Why?"

Peter opened his eyes again, and looked at the video. "Because that's an old Russian Mafia trick. The way he passed his hand over the strap, on old style video or on rope would not have looked out of place. My father taught me all about it."

Steve turned to Peter, his gaze level and professional. "Who are you sir?"

Peter laid it all out for him. His father, his background, and how he was living in Miami now.

"If you can get a facial shot of the workers, I bet you can match them to known Russian associates," Peter concluded, sighing. He looked up at Dwayne and Erica sadly. "I'm sorry. I seem to have brought trouble on you again."