He's just made me orgasm five times tonight and he's still not relenting. I pull my arms and legs in the restraints again wanting to touch his body.
"Brian, I want to to touch you." I whine hoping he'll free me from them.
"Not until you answer my question." He quips back at me.
I stick my bottom lip out in a pout, but I can't help the little cry that his thrusts force out of me.
"YES!" I cry out, orgasming again.
He pulls out, and starts removing the restraints as I'm coming down off cloud nine. He curls up around me, spooning me closely.
"Thank you for forgiving me." Brian whispers into my ear, kissing me softly on my neck.
I'm so wiped out, I barely register it before falling asleep.
Upon awakening, I groan, stretching out my stiff muscles and realize I'm in bed alone. Sitting up, I look around and feel dizzy. Next to the bed is a glass of water that I gratefully swallow down. Recalling the events of last night, I cover my face in shame.
How could I act so childish? I hear the door open and my head pops free of my hands.
Brian walks in with a smile on his face and a plate full of breakfast. "Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?"
"Dehydrated. Stupid." I respond taking the plate from him.
"Well I can easily fix one of the those." He takes my water glass and comes back with a full glass for me. "Now about the other feeling." He looks like he's deep in thought pondering on what to say.
"You should feel a little silly, but considering you had quite a bit to drink yesterday, I'm not holding it against you. You expressed to me, you don't care for my teasing, except for every once in a while. For that, I'm sorry. I just love the looks you give me when I tease you. I love it even more when I finally let you orgasm, how much more intense it seems for you. I'll stop edging you so much though."
My heart pangs with guilt, for making him feel like it was his fault.
"I should have said something sooner." I try to ease his guilt.
"You did, I just forgot. Now, you already forgave me, so eat up, take a shower and get dressed. You need to make sure you're ready for today. I'm going to run to the store and pick up a few things for the food. I'll be back." He kisses my head and takes off, leaving me to eat and get ready.
I look to the clock and realize it's nine thirty in the morning. I eat my breakfast and down my water so I can shower and get ready. I'm picking out what to wear when I hear the door shut and the sound of Brian bringing in items. I opt for grey slacks with a dark blue blouse, slipping them on quickly before getting my feet into some comfortable shoes. I do something with my hair and makeup and head out to the kitchen.
I find Brian, doing something to the light fixture over the table.
"What happened? Did a bulb go out?" I ask making him start.
"Shit you startled me, I didn't even hear you come out of the room." He laughs it off.
I laugh and go into the kitchen to start prepping the food so it's in the oven on time. Brian is out in the living room, straightening up. I'm grateful he's so helpful, trying to ease my nerves by lending a hand in straightening up. I always heard that if a man loved and respected you, that he would do those things, just to help you out. He does all that and more, even when he has his own work that I know he's probably fallen behind on, but never complains. I'm so damn lucky.
He walks into the kitchen, doing something on his phone and slipping it into his pocket. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. His lips are like liquid ice and fire, both sending shivers and heat through out my body.
"If you start kissing me like this, I'll never get all this done in time..." I breathe out, my body already wanting to drop what I was doing and have him make love to me on the counter.
"That's why I am here. What would you like my help with?" He asks, moving to take the potatoes to chop them up.
"After the potatoes, can you chop up the onion?" I ask him sweetly.
"Of course, I don't have to worry about my makeup running." He tosses a wink at me over his shoulder as I scoff and stick my tongue out at him.
"That's not the only reason why I asked you to cut the onion. It may be the biggest reason.. but it's not the only reason." I snicker as he rolls his eyes at me but we're both still smiling at each other.
Once dinner is in the oven and everything we can prep is done, I make sure I print out paper copies of the proposal and all the information that was gathered together for John to take with him, if he needed time to consider it. I also have a USB with copies of the files that I just printed out.
I tidy up the papers, hole punch them, ensure they're together in a folder for easier perusing and go to freshen my self up. Brian looks dead sexy in a black, long sleeve, button up with his khaki slacks. He's rolled his sleeves up, so it looks more casual, but it still portrays business too.
I'm licking my lips as I run my eyes over him, wishing I was taking those clothes off of him right now. He catches me and covers himself, like he was nude and cries out sounding feminine.
"You're such an animal!"
An evil, from the gut, barking laugh escapes me. "I'll show you animal..." I growl at him, haunching my shoulders like a predator.
His eyes widen, "Oh shit...." before he takes off, laughing, "You don't want to mess up your hair and makeup do you?"
I'm chasing after him, kicking off my shoes so I don't twist my ankle and can gain more speed. I chase after him and he runs into the living room, with my bulky and comfy furniture. Thinking he's safe with the furniture in the way, he pauses.
"Down, kitty." He's laughing as my brows perk up, amused that he thinks he's going to get away from me, on my own turf. I place my hands on the back of the sofa, bracing myself.
"Sarina..." Brian starts as I propel myself over the back, feet landing on the couch cushions easily, that help bounce me off after him.
"SHIT!" He takes off, but I'm able to wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.
*THUD*
"OH!"
We both groan after catching our breath from us hitting the floor. Laughing, we both struggle to stand up, helping each other as we still gasp for air and laugh.
I go put my shoes back on, and start running my fingers through my hair as we look at each other still chuckling.
Brian comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, breathing me in deeply through his nose. I feel his body relax and I lean into him.
"I love you." I whisper softly.
"I love you too." He responds, turning me around in his arms when the doorbell rings.
"It's that time.." I start, taking a breath to steady the sudden pang of anxiety and rush of nerves that starts in my stomach.
"You'll do fine." He kisses my brow, encouraging me with his smile, "I'll go answer the door." He walks on over to the door as I head to the kitchen to check the food.
I hear the door open and close, Brian's cordial short greeting and letting John know I'm in the kitchen. I pull the roast out of the oven as John walks into the dining area.
"Hello, Rina." John nods when we lock eyes.
I smile and set the pan on the stove top. "Hello, can we get you a glass of wine? Something else?"
"Glass of water to start please."
Brian takes over the transferring the roast to a plate, while I get John a glass of water. We make small talk about the wedding ceremony yesterday and how David's vows just show how David will always be David. Once the table was set and plates were filled, dinner was rather quiet other than compliments on how everything came out and tasted. Once our plates were cleared, Brian took them to the sink and put dinner away. John used the bathroom while I wiped the table down. I poured us all a glass of wine and pulled out the copies of the proposal, handing him one while took a seat across from him, with Brian next to me.
I start off with the numbers, how much the building is worth, how much I've paid him, the amount I've paid in full in taxes each year and the cost of equipment that can not be moved to a new building that I've put into the building. Stating if he wants to sell the place, I will not accept any less than amounts that have been put forward.
John's jaw tightens, as I knew it would, but I hold up my hand to stop him from saying anything so I can finish. I then move on to the proposal. Explaining the current market values of penthouse and apartments for sale in the area and the premiums that they come with, depending on the size and the remodeling upgrades done. I show him the timelines, the pricing and costs, where I'd be getting the funds to remodel and that the sale of those apartments are how I could more or less buy out his portion of the building. That way we could both get what we want and need.
John sits back, reading the paper work. "This timeline? IS it really doable? It's an old building, you have to wait on permits and then buyers willing at these price points to purchase."
I fight the urge to make a fist and slam the table like I want to. Instead, I remind him, "You said it yourself, you are not in need of the money immediately." Letting out a long breath, I continue, "You promised me, that you would never sell the building and I understand circumstances change. However, I'd appreciate the chance to at least try to keep the building to an extent, since the situation is not dire."
"And if I don't give you the chance you're going to take me to court for this previously stated amount?" He rifles through the papers, "Three point six million?"
I nod, "I'm within my rights to recoup what was lost as you stated in our contract that as long as I did my end, you wouldn't sell the building. You're trying to sell it, therefore breaking the terms of the contract, so I deserve that money back. I've already contacted an excellent real estate lawyer who advised me on all of this, so I know what I'm asking is fair, neither greedy nor selling myself short." I pause a moment as he seems to be contemplating the situation.
"I don't want to take this to court, John. I'd appreciate the opportunity to prove I can help you out and keep what I have worked so hard to build."
John looks up at me, annoyed, to say the least, but asks, "How do you plan to fund remodeling the apartments?"
Brian speaks up, "Don't worry about that, that's her area of concern that's she's already figured out. Now, before she explodes from tension, what do you have to say to her?"