MEREDITH: Monday morning came, and Miles and I went over to Steele's headquarters to finalize the purchase. After discussing a lot of business terms and conditions, a final document was drawn up. Some clauses stated that Steele had the right to back out if Miles's image took a hit. Proper investigation, background checks, and financial audits would be done to ensure he wasn't guilty of anything. Reading the heavy document made me feel like he was going for gold rather than a football club. List upon list of dos and don'ts. Finally, the meeting came to an end with hand claps, hugs, and pictures. It would only take less than a month for Steele's signature to be scribbled on the dotted lines of the selling paper. Zara had also attended the meeting, and she insisted everyone celebrate. She had chefs bring over homemade meals, snacks, and gift bags for everyone in attendance. Many people were involved, mind you; myself, so many executives from both Steele and Miles's company, Zara, and
MILES: Tossing and turning, I felt cold, soft sheets under me—cotton of some sort. The atmosphere was filled with the aroma of something cooked with coconut, maybe rice. I sniffed and inhaled, trying to take in every line of smell. A baby began to fuss, crying, but I had no babies. Maybe I was imagining things. I laughed at myself. The cry became louder, turning into two babies. I scrambled out of bed, despising the distasteful noise. My attention fell on my outfit, and my coordination fell into confusion. I rushed to find a full-length mirror. I was in some awful red pajamas, a black polo, and some metal stuff on my finger that felt cold. Fear gripped me as I fought the acceptance of that familiar coldness—a golden wedding band sat pretty on my fingers. The kids continued to cry, making me spin around to try to get to them. A familiar voice called out to me. “Baby, please, find out what's wrong with the kids.” “Meredith?” I asked, bewildered. She appeared with a hand towel, dryin
MILES: We trailed behind her. Once again, passing numerous wards of sick people and doctors with nurses rushing to attend to them. Minimizing my focus to make sure I concentrated on getting to our destination, we rode the elevator. We made it out. This floor held both the examination room and Grenada's office. “Brandon, wait outside,” I instructed as we entered the examination room. “Yes, sir.” Grenada tried to lend me a hand to get inside, but I glared at her, storming into the examination room. “We better have a proper explanation as to why I keep fainting,” I mumbled, catching a glimpse of Grenada rolling her eyes. I lay on the examination bed after changing into a hospital gown. The cold metal bed rails, soft pillows, crisp sheets, and smooth plastic emergency remote were all uncomfortable for me. Grenada wore gloves. A cool swipe of antiseptic being applied to my skin was quickly replaced with a prick of a needle that made me jerk. She began to carry out a series of tests. S
MEREDITH: Before I could gather my thoughts, the words already slipped out of my mouth. Miles's presence overshadowed my thinking. If I read his body language correctly, he wasn't kidding about what he was about to show me, and my gut feeling told me I wasn't ready for it. Still, I asked for it and would eventually face the consequences. We pulled up to a busy area. Girls lined up in their skimpy outfits, struggling to get in, and the guys over-dressed to impress. Miles's guards first stepped out of the black van they rode in. From behind us, they inspected the premises before informing Brandon through the wired coil around his ears that the path was clear. “Sir, the area is clear,” Brandon in turn informed us. “I can't believe you are taking me to a club on a Monday in my work outfit. Miles Pierce, you are just too odd. I thought clubbing was done on weekends?” I complained. He chuckled and leaned in close to my face. “Darling, I can club anytime. As I said, this is a special clu
MILES: Sensing her fear, I moved closer to her. “Hey, trust me. I would never hurt you unless it's for pleasure, and I'm pretty experienced with that. Don't worry. I'm just going to find out what you like and dislike. You might not be different after all.” “I don't want to. You are scaring me, Miles.” “Okay. I won't force it. Let's go eat dinner then. I made a reservation. Let's get to the room.” She studied me for a while and reluctantly placed her hand in mine. We continued walking, with me making sure that her sight was focused on our path. Shortly, we got to my door, which had the bold inscription of 'BLU' italicized in black. I reached into my pocket and got my key, unlocking the door to a place that held a different personality of who I was, which she would soon find out. She took in the view and gasped. “It's beautiful.” Indeed, it was. I enrolled in this club when I was in a dark place in my life years back. I visited frequently as it was a source of validation. Somehow,
MEREDITH: I lacked experience when it came to sex and having a healthy sex life. With my ex, it was mostly vanilla experiences—when he wasn't busy cheating, that is. Thanks to Miles, I was gaining a new perspective. Perhaps that's why it's better to choose someone older. Despite my recent rambling, the sight before me was undeniably arousing. The whip marks on the slender blonde's skin and the brunette's assertive control captivated me. My body burned with desire, longing for release. Miles made sure I didn't touch myself but rather watched. He kept teasing me, alternating between sucking and blowing cold air into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My skin prickled, and my nipples grew sensitive. I whimpered and straddled him, craving his touch like a desperate whore begging to be satisfied. The latex-clad mistress, her lips coated in bold red lipstick, switched on the vibrator and pressed it against the blonde's exposed clit. In the brightened room, every detail was vivid. The
MILES: I hadn't expected her to give in. It was easy and pleasurable. The way her body reacted, and her eyes lit up, showed that this was a subdued part of her that I had just brought to life. Impressive. Exposing just enough for me to enjoy and covering her up, I kept lowering her onto my pulsing dick. Meredith felt tight that I almost thought my dick would break. She was moaning in both pain and pleasure. Patiently and steadily, I was all in. I couldn't believe how she was always able to completely take the whole of me. She began to ride me, pulling back and forth. I slouched against the chair, allowing her to lead. She was covering my view and I only heard the moans of the trio in the room with us. I didn't care about them any longer. My whole attention was on my woman. Yes. MINE! Meredith moaned deliciously, and I was forced to start the vibrator. I raised my back while sitting, pressing her deeper to my dick until I felt what I presumed were the walls of her stomach. Haha. Jus
MEREDITH: I nearly protested when he started touching me. I wanted to tell him that I was tired and didn't mind pleasuring him orally. I couldn't handle another orgasm. That's what I thought. But he silenced me with his actions. I had never been touched or explored like this before. With precision. Patience. Speed. He let go of the vibrator, opting to use his own hands. A piece of toy wasn't satisfactory for what he wanted me to feel. His eyes remained on me as he quickly removed his suit pants and briefs, then shed his jacket and shirt, standing completely naked before me. I was painfully aroused even though I had just experienced the best orgasm of my life seconds ago. I ducked my head shyly, my cheeks flushing at the sight. I knew he could see my reaction because we were in the brightly illuminated part of the room. Partly embarrassed that I was enjoying every moment of this night instead of resisting. Questions crossed my mind, but I wouldn't initiate them until this was over. M