Chapter 10
Alicia continued her morning ritual the next day, but this time with enough confidence to make brusque requests of the kitchen downstairs. After all, Danica liked her eggs poached, not fried or scrambled.
Naturally, she made her curt requests as politely as possible.
The only reason she was brusque was because, like her girlfriend, she valued her and everyone else’s time.
Other guests were calling down to make requests, and Alicia had other things she could be doing.
Like sending Danica’s clothes out to be dry-cleaned and her shoes to be scrubbed.
Ms. Sarah Clayborn was up before her boss. When she saw what Alicia had done for the second day in a row, she said, “I suppose things are changing around here.”
Alicia narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend’s assistant.
So much for the coffee she enjoyed at the table.
What is this woman’s deal, exactly? How was she related to Mr. Nigel Clayborn, a man conveniently not there and seemingly in Russell’s pockets?
“Remind me how you’re related to Danica’s other assistant. Your husband?”
For the first time since meeting her, Ms. Clayborn flinched. “No. He’s my brother.”
“How does that work? You and your brother have the same job, that is.”
“We’re twins with the same résumé. Ms. Moreau wanted to hire two assistants, so we applied. We work well together. I’m sure you’ve heard what there is to be said about twins.”
“Naturally.” Alicia blew on her coffee. “What if I wanted to get an assistant?” Dee walked into the apartment at that moment. “Who would I see about that?”
Ms. Clayborn opened her briefcase and rearranged its contents. “Suppose you would take that up with Ms. Moreau, ma’am.” The briefcase snapped shut. “Unfortunately, I’m not available. I already have enough Moreaus to take care of.”
Was that humor? “Moreaus? Danica and…”
The assistant stiffened. Is she all right?
“Her father. Sometimes he borrows one of us.” Every word she uttered sounded so forced that Alicia had to look the other way.
“Excuse me.” Ms. Clayborn cleared her throat and, with one hand instinctively touching her stomach, wandered away. “I have work for Ms. Moreau to do.”
“Alicia.” Ah, the woman was summoning her. Alicia got up from the table with an early morning smile on her face. She walked right up to her girlfriend, bedecked in yet another fine outfit, and planted a kiss on her lips. “Come in here, please.”
She followed her into the bedroom, assured that she had not done something to displease Danica. If anything, that was the tone of undying love in her voice.
Sure enough, the moment Danica closed the door, she pulled Alicia into her arms and kissed her, harder than before. “Good morning, my love,” she growled, pulling up Alicia’s bathrobe and smacking her ass. Alicia gasped and giggled at the same time, a delightful sound that made Danica grin as well.
“Happy to please you, ma’am.” Alicia let her fingers dance upon her collar, which hadn’t left her throat for one second over the past day. “Is there something I can do for you?”
Danica presented her with a discreet black box. “Today, we resume your training. Open it. What’s inside will behoove you.”
“That so?” Alicia lifted the lid and peered at two small golden balls attached with a string. “Uh…”
“I don’t believe I have to tell you what those are.”
“Nope. You sure don’t.” Alicia picked up the Ben Wa balls and watched them twirl between her and Danica’s heads. “Let me guess. Kegel training?”
“You clearly need it.” Danica stepped toward her. “You’re going to put these in for me and use them all day.”
“All day!” Alicia clasped her hands around them.
What a kinky asshole. She sat on the edge of the bed, her bathrobe tossing behind her to expose her thigh.
The woman had been inside of her every day since they arrived in Chicago, and she already wanted a peek at her pussy again?
Danica was deceptively easy to please. “I bet that turns you on to think about me walking around Chicago with these things up your favorite place.”
“It does other things to me as well.” Danica’s smug expression was only beaten by the little thrill blooming inside of Alicia every time she looked between the toys and her girlfriend’s imposing frame.
“The only other thing you have to do today is get ready for tonight’s party.
We’ll be having dinner there as well, so save some room. In all your appetites.”
“Mmhmm.” Alicia drew her legs up on the bed, letting them slightly part as she dangled the balls between her thighs. “Unfortunately, I’m not sure I know how to use these, ma’am. I might need some help.”
“Aren’t you divinely obtuse this morning?”
Alicia shrugged. She hoped that opening the front of her robe and exposing her nudity would further entice Danica.
While she had never used these things before, everything was pretty straightforward.
Certainly more straightforward than some of the other things Danica had suggested thus far.
But what was the fun in slowly inserting some Ben Wa balls in her body at eight in the morning…
when the best woman in the world was right there telling her to do it?
Alicia would bet the little money she had to her name that it would be ten times hotter to have Danica do it for her.
“All right, Ms. Colbert, I’ll humor you for a few minutes.” Danica approached the bed. Alicia’s legs conveniently spread in front of her. Oops. How had that happened? “I should be eating breakfast, though.”
“Can think of some better things for you to eat.”
“Be that as it may, we don’t have all day for me to give you the real attention you deserve.” Danica plucked the string between her fingers. “Ask me again tonight. Nicely.”
Danica draped the toys against Alicia’s leg.
She sighed as they slowly descended toward her slit.
Only a woman like this could make her feel this sexual so early in the morning.
Let alone after a night of very thorough lovemaking.
Alicia had been content to spend her day without the woman she loved.
As long as Danica promised to come home at night, she could be more than content.
She shouldn’t have been so surprised by this. Having Danica lean her back on the bed and coerce two golden balls into her was the kind of breakfast she never thought she would have!
“This is… oddly romantic,” she said, eyes locked on hers as the first ball slipped in. Alicia sucked in her breath. “You knew that already, didn’t you?”
“I know a lot of things before you do, Alicia.” The other ball slipped in more easily than the first. “Like how you’re about to have a grand day and an even grander night. I promise you.”
She left Alicia with a kiss and a reminder to keep her new friends inside of her unless she received a text detailing otherwise.
Alicia remained on the bed, long after Danica departed, wondering if now was a bad time to take up smoking.
The rate things were going, she would end up a cliché for the ages.
Of course, Alicia kept her sexy secret to herself.
Dee was none the wiser, and every staff person and saleswoman they came across, as Alicia dilly-dallied the day away, had no idea she was in a constant state of sexual arousal.
Because those things inside of her? They didn’t become her friends. They became her best friends.
The pleasure they gave her was nowhere near the levels that Danica could do with a single finger stroke.
Her new friends weren’t supposed to be that good.
Doubtlessly, she was meant to feel nothing but the sweet sensations of the pleasure building up, up, up inside of her until it was time to take things to the next level.
Sometimes they rolled within her, particularly if she shifted her weight or whenever she stood up or sat down.
At first, she worried that they would fall out whenever she stood or walked.
But, as she soon came to find out, her body was capable of keeping her decent, even if she was currently in training to be a powerful billionaire’s sub, Kegel strength and all.
Then again, I used to worry about tampons falling out.
Alicia may not be na?ve now, but she certainly had been at twelve.
The poor dear hadn’t even believed her school nurse mother when she said tampons would stay perfectly in there without a worry.
Wore pads until I switched to the cup a few years ago. Tampons? What were those?
“You’re pretty chipper after what happened yesterday evening,” Dee said as they sat to have a late lunch in the hotel café. “Or have you forgotten already?”
Right. Dee knew little about the love mounting between her boss and charge.
For all Dee knew, Alicia was a temporary lover for a woman who was used to going through many a year.
If only she knew the real Danica Moreau.
Alicia wouldn’t hold it against her. Nor would she hold it against Candice, who kept texting for deets and flip-flopping between telling Alicia to go get more rich pussy and insinuating that she was making a huge mistake.
“I haven’t forgotten.” Alicia swirled the cherries in the Shirley Temple she ordered with her lunch.
There’s a virginity joke somewhere. “There are other things on my mind as well. Just because I had to hear that terrible tale doesn’t mean I feel any less for Danica.
” What did it mean if she felt comfortable calling her by her first name around other people?
“I have no reason to believe she’s anything like her father.
” God hoping. Alicia didn’t want her heart broken any more than she wanted other things broken.
“That says nothing about her father, though. You get mixed up with this woman, you gotta deal with her dad, too.”