29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Tanner
A fter the craziness at my family’s Thanksgiving, Vic seemed a little subdued. I worried she was upset about Keith and what he’d said, but she assured me she wasn’t. Eventually, she returned to normal and we’ve been on a few more dates. But even after two weeks, I’m still thinking about what she’d said that night.
We’re on the couch after dinner, watching a cheesy romcom. I have my head in her lap and she’s running her nails through my hair. We take turns with the TV. She agreed to watch hockey with me as long as I would play with her hair while she watches. After that, I convinced her, when it’s her turn with the TV, she does the same for me. Best negotiation I’ve ever won.
The couple has just had their break up moment when I ask her about what she’d said to my brother.
“Did you mean your offer?” I ask.
“Probably. Which offer?” She takes some popcorn from the bowl beside her while continuing her gentle scratching of my scalp with her other hand.
“About sending Keith to rehab if he wants to go.”
“Of course I did. Has he called you about it?”
“No. I was only wondering. He’s not your brother, so it’s not really something you need to take on.”
She stops running her fingers through my hair and I’m calling myself a fool for even bringing it up. It’s not like Keith is going to go through with it. I’ve offered to send him to rehab before and he’s refused every time it’s brought up. He doesn’t have a problem, he always says.
“Sit up, Tanner.”
Shit. I wince before I do what she tells me and turn to face her.
“You’re my husband, Tanner. Your problems are my problems, right?”
I search her blue eyes, but there’s nothing in them other than complete sincerity. I want to tell her right now. I want to tell her I’m in love with her and have been practically since the moment I met her. That no one has ever compared to her.
Instead, I kiss her. I take her face between my hands and kiss her like I want to take her into me, like I want us to never be apart. She leans back, letting me cover her with my body, and I try to tell her with this kiss how much I love her, how much I appreciate her. Behind us, the movie continues. The couple figures out their shit and they live happily ever after. That’s what I want for us.
When I pull away, her lips are swollen and her eyes are half closed.
“Thank you, Vic.”
Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a soft smile. “You’ve done the same for me. We have this motto at Blue Vista. I’ve got your back. No matter what. I’ve always thought that’s what I want in a relationship. You’ve got me. I’ve got you.”
I brush a strand of hair away from her face. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“My dad was trying to be manipulative again, and you turned it around on him. Not many people can get one over on my dad. You’re really smart, Tanner. You’re funny. And it doesn’t hurt that you’re hot and really good in bed.”
I grin at her. “You think so, do you?”
“Are you fishing for more compliments, Mr. Marcus? Or do you want to skip that and take me to bed?”
I stand, quickly turning off the TV before reaching down to scoop Vic up. She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her, bridal style, to her bedroom. The more I carry her, the more willing she is to let me carry her. “Taking you to bed sounds like a better use of my time, I think.”
“I think you’re right.”
She kisses me and I lose myself in it for a moment, standing next to her bed, holding her in my arms. Until she lifts her head and says firmly, “Set me down, Tanner.”
I do as she says, lowering her feet to the ground. She keeps her arms around me as she says, “You have been amazing at being in charge, but tonight, it’s my turn.”
She kisses me and takes half a step back. “Now. Take off your shirt.”
I do as instructed, stripping out of my shirt as my wife watches me, a pleased smile on her face. I stand there, waiting for her next instruction.
I haven’t ever been exactly submissive in bed before, but somehow I understand the rules all the same. Vic makes a slow circle around me, trailing her fingers over my chest, my back, stopping behind me.
She presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Have you been a good boy, Tanner?”
“I hope so.”
“Why do you hope so?”
“Because—” I cut off before I say something a little too raw.
“Because why?” she whispers against my skin.
I let out a shuddering breath, closing my eyes, and say the words. “Because I want to make you happy.”
She returns to my front, placing her hands on either side of my face, pulling my lips down to hers. “You do make me happy. Take off those pants so I can show you what good boys get.”
I don’t think I’ve ever removed my pants faster than I do today. They’re gone, while Vic is still fully dressed in front of me. She motions to the bed and I sit, almost painfully hard just from the smirk she’s giving me, the lust shining in her eyes.
She stands over me, her fingers threading through my hair, tilting my face up to hers so she can bestow a soft kiss on my eyes, my nose, my lips. “Look at you, listening so good to your wife. Shall I give you your first reward?”
“Yes, please.”
She chuckles. “Okay. I’m going to suck your cock now. But I don’t want you to touch me while I’m doing it, and I don’t want you to come. If you’re very good and listen well, when I’m done, I’ll let you lick my pussy.”
She lowers to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding down my body to wrap around my dick before she takes it in her mouth. Her ice-blue eyes meet mine and I groan as she swirls her tongue around me. My whole body is on fire as I watch her suck on my dick. I want to shove my hands into her hair and fuck her face, but I hold still, pinned in place as she looks up at me from her knees.
I’ve never met a woman who is powerful enough to command someone from a position of submission, but if anyone can do it, it’s Victoria Marcus.
She sucks me to the back of her throat, one of her hands coming up to massage my balls. My hands fist in the blankets to prevent myself from grabbing her as the pleasure rises, taking me closer and closer to the edge. Her tongue strokes my cock every time she moves her mouth. She releases me with a pop of her lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my length until she takes my balls into her mouth, sucking on them as well. Her hand slides along my slippery shaft and I am riding a razor’s edge between holding off and coming all over her face.
“Vic,” I pant. “I can’t—” I groan again as she squeezes me at my base. Then she stands and takes one of my hands, placing it on my cock and removing hers.
“Keep stroking yourself. I want to see you doing it while I strip.”
Goddamn, this woman is fire. If the whole room goes up in flames, I wouldn’t even notice as I watch her slowly strip the clothes from her body, stroking my dick while she does.
She begins with her shirt, carefully undoing one button at a time, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, a lacy blue bra, the smooth skin of her belly. She drops the shirt to the floor and undoes her pants next, sliding them over the gentle curve of her hips, the matching blue panties cupping her the way I want to.
“I would like to say thank you,” I say, my cock throbbing in my hand. “This is an incredibly useful demonstration of the definition of strip tease.”
She hooks her fingers around the straps of her bra, slipping them over her shoulders and pulling her arms through. “Education is important. But this is not a strip tease.” She plants her hands on my thighs, leaning over me so I get a close up of her curves. “This is just a little slow torture.”
She kisses me, then straightens, undoing the clasp on her bra so it falls to the floor, offering her breasts to my view. I drink her in, my gaze following the path of her hands as she slides them down her body to the hem of those panties.
Instead of drawing them down her legs, she stands with her fingers at the top.
“Tell me how much you want me,” she says.
I meet her eyes. “Vic, if you decide to stop now, I might spontaneously combust.”
She gives me a pleased smile and finally removes the last of her clothes. When she’s fully naked, she comes to me, straddling my lap. I move to hold her, but she pulls back.
“I didn’t tell you to stop stroking yourself.”
I replace my hand, jerking myself off, my hand and dick brushing against her pussy with every movement. She is soaking wet, ready for me, and I groan with the thought of it.
“Have I been good for you, baby?” I ask, breathless.
“Yes,” she whispers, before leaning down to kiss me. “You have been very good.”
“Is it time for my reward?”
She smiles against my lips. “Lie back.”
I do as I’m told, moving fully onto the bed and lying back, still pumping my cock as she climbs back onto me.
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to ride your face until I come, then I’m going to ride your cock until you do. Does that sound like a good reward for my good boy?”
She leans over me, her body flush against mine. I don’t stop jerking off, though it’s a little awkward. She hasn’t told me I can stop.
“Well, Tanner?” she says, kissing me. “Does it?”
“Yes. Please.”
She smiles, sits up, and slides her body up mine until her pussy is right over my mouth. “Lick me, Tanner. Make me come.”
I do more than that. I devour her, licking and stroking and sucking until she’s moaning above me. Her hands are braced on the wall as she leans down, grinding her pussy on my face as I eat her with fervour.
“God, Tanner, yes. Like that.” She offers me encouragement as I continue lapping at her clit.
Her hips shift as she rides me like she said she would. I could lay here all day, her gorgeous naked body over mine, doing exactly what she tells me when she tells me to do it. I understand, suddenly, the pleasure of being submissive, not having to think, just doing. Just feeling.
“That’s it,” she moans. “Right there. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I focus all my attention on her clit, licking it over and over until she shudders and screams over me, her body clenching, her back arching. It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Which is why I have to slow my stroking of my cock or else I’m going to come, too.
She’s panting as she moves down my body, lying over me for a moment, catching her breath. She presses a kiss to my chest.
“You are very good at that,” she says.
“You make it easy to be good.”
She sits up, her hands on my shoulders as her pussy settles over my dick. My hand is still wrapped around it, so I guide it to her entrance and she takes me inside her with one smooth motion. She gasps and her eyes flutter closed for a moment. Her pussy clenches around me, and I groan again. She’s so hot and tight, and I’ve been so close to the edge for so long, I almost come from entering her. Then she starts to move, and I’m completely lost.
“You fill me so good, Tanner,” she says, rocking her hips, taking me deep every time.
She rides my cock slow at first, finding a rhythm, and speeding up, rocking faster and faster until she’s moving over me like lightning.
“Baby, I’m so close,” I say.
“Wait for me,” she commands.
I grip her hips as she fucks me hard and deep, her pussy so hot and wet that I slide in and out easily.
She’s breathing hard, her cunt clenching around me. “Are you ready, Tanner?”
“Yes,” I grind out, completely captivated by this woman.
She smiles before raising her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, before lowering them to her clit to rub herself furiously as she keeps moving over me.
“Now,” she says.
My vision goes dark around the edges as I come hard inside her. She’s moaning, shuddering over me, her hands pressed to my abs as she comes around my cock. Then she collapses on top of me, and it feels like my whole world has shifted a few inches to the right.
“How do you feel?” she asks.
“Amazing,” I say, stroking a hand along her back. But that’s not what I want to say. What I really want to say is: I feel like I’m never going to be able to live without you.
The next morning, I’m about to leave for work when Vic comes toward me, straightening my tie that doesn’t need to be straightened. “It’s date night at Blue Vista. There’s another dance class. Do you want to go?”
She’s still fiddling with my tie as though she doesn’t want to let me go. She loosens it just a little and smooths her hands down my chest.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Mrs. Marcus?”
“Yes, I am.”
I kiss her. “Then absolutely. I’ll see you later.”
Of course, it’s Friday, so work is less than exciting, and the happiness from the morning drains slowly away as the day drags on through the Board meeting in the afternoon. I am more than ready to leave for the weekend at 4pm when Richard comes into my office, standing at my door without a word.
I don’t take my eyes off my computer screen, continuing to close files and organize things for Monday. “Is there something I can do for you, Richard?”
He takes my question as an invitation to come in and sit down. “I got a tip about a hotel coming up for sale.”
“Oh?” I face him because I know where this is going. He’s going to tell me to stay late, possibly to work through the weekend.
“It would look good in our portfolio.”
I allow myself the reaction of one slow blink. I’d rather close my eyes in exasperation. “When will it be listed?”
“Monday.”
I take a breath. “Richard, Vic and I have plans tonight and this weekend.”
He spreads his hands in the way he does when he’s about to give me a task I can’t refuse. “I thought you’d want to do everything you can to make this business more profitable for when you take over.”
There it is. The manipulation. The reason I can’t say no. Because even though I care less about this business every day, Vic cares, and he’s right. I do want it to be profitable when we take over.
“Okay, Richard. I’ll get the proposal done and have everything ready for a competitive offer first thing Monday morning. Where are the details on the hotel?”
“They’re in your inbox.” He grins and reaches across the desk to shake my hand, but I don’t take it.
Instead, I sit back in my seat. “In exchange for this proposal, you’re going to tell me when you’re going to sign over your shares and step down as CEO. I did what you said. I married your daughter. We have a contract and you’re running low on time.”
He draws back into his seat, assessing me.
“It’s been three months, Richard. You haven’t even brought it up.”
He sighs. “I admit, your wedding happened a lot faster than I had expected it to. When I told you to marry Victoria, I expected the wedding to take place closer to now. I’m not exactly prepared to hand over the business I spent forty years building in the blink of an eye.”
“There were no stipulations in the contract regarding when she and I marry. Only that you would sign over your shares to your son-in-law six months after the wedding. That’s February first. It’s the end of October.”
He takes a deep breath in, as though delaying the decision. Finally, on his breath out, he says, “I’ll have the paperwork drawn up next week. We can start the process.”
This time, I reach across the desk. Richard takes my hand and shakes it. “Excellent,” I say. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to call my wife and let her know I’ll be late tonight.”
Richard leaves my office, and I follow him to my door, stopping at my assistant’s desk.
“Hey, Carly,” I say, leaning against the frame. “I’m going to be working late tonight. I’ll get you a list of things I might need. Once you get that, you can take off for the weekend.”
“Absolutely, sir. Would you like me to organize dinner for you?” she asks.
I sigh. I had been looking forward to dinner with Vic, eating with her at Blue Vista, dancing, then taking her home to snuggle on the couch until we inevitably fall into bed together. “Yes, please. Whatever is easiest. Tell security what time you have it scheduled and to buzz me when it gets here.”
“Yes, sir. Have a good night. And happy Halloween.”
“You, too.” I go back into my office, closing the door behind me and pick up my phone to call Vic.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asks.
“Well, I have some good news, and I have some bad news.”