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A note from the author: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It’s not meant to be realistic. I do run my work through Grammarly and it catches most of the mistakes. I have always had difficulty with spelling. Just hang in there I’ll do the best I can. BDSM and taboo content is not for everyone just like mint or cherry ice cream isn’t for everyone. If you have constructive criticism I’m willing to listen otherwise, keep your hateful comments to yourself and move on. Sorry for the long wait, but life got in the way of writing. Thank you and enjoy.
Ch. 2: Back to business
The screen on the stage faded to black as the preacher made his way to the podium.
Clearing his throat he began in a clear soft voice, “I won’t hold you all here for much longer. We’ve heard stories and memories of Mr. Pine. We laughed, cried, and pondered on his life and wisdom. It is now the time that we say our final goodbye and let the family lay him to rest.” The preacher dismissed in prayer.
Slowly the auditorium emptied as people from governors to ladies that volunteered at the soup kitchen gave their condolences and left. Izzy stayed by our mother’s side as grandpa’s death finally hit her. I put on a brave face for everyone but on the inside, I’m a wreck of emotions. Grief for the man I just learned the day before was my father, fear of destroying everything he worked hard to build and worried about letting everyone down.
I think Bill sensed that I’m at the end of my rope so to speak. He comes up behind and places a hand on my shoulder. He doesn’t say anything but the look I get says it all. Everything is going to be okay. We will get through this. Breathe.
Being reminded that I’m not alone in this causes some stress to ease away. One day at a time, I tell myself.
We follow the hearse to our family’s cemetery and have a short service, Before heading to the children’s hospital followed by 2semi trucks filled with toys and clothes. As we travel, my family and I change out of our funeral attire and into a Santa suit for me and elf costumes for everyone else. Operation Santa is a go. When we arrive we are greeted by hospital staff and a platoon of marines.
I later learned that 2 semis had already been unloaded and a team of nurses was going through the clothes matching sizes to children. The clothes were mom and Izzy’s idea. Most families of sick children are buried in debt so bad they can’t afford new clothes for the children. The head of the board of directors takes me to a side entrance so I can sneak inside. He leads me to a boring room where a mountain of bills sits on the long table.
“Let me make this quick and easy, after all, I’ve got children to surprise,” I say as I hand him a blank check.
“You’re a saint just like your grandfather. Merry Christmas Ted. You have no idea how many lives you’ve just changed.” Dr. Luke says before wrapping me in a half hug half handshake.
By the time we have made it down to the lobby my elves and the dedicated crew have the first 3 floors worth of children’s gifts wrapped and placed on carts. We begin passing out the gifts room by room. The faces of every kid brightened up the moment we walked into the room. Some parents held back tears while others let them flow. This goes on until just before midnight. Everyone is exhausted but smiles from ear to ear.
I clear my throat and address the crew.
“I would like to first say thank you all for your help. I would like to ask one more favor if I may. Tomorrow we’re delivering to the food banks and could use the help unloading the trucks. I’ll supply breakfast at our downtown office at 7 am. And we will start delivering NLT 9. I hope to see you all tomorrow. Have a good night yall.”
The drive home was uneventful but before everyone left for their rooms I reminded them to be up and ready by 4:30 am. Tracy will need some help to feed our “troops” in the morning and it is a good thing I have experience in the kitchen. I drag myself to bed and quickly pass out in Izzy’s breast.
Morning comes quicker than I was ready for. I kiss my beautiful fiance/sister and lead her to the shower. We are slow to come alive but under the spray, we seem to connect mentally. I never say a word of what I need next, Izzy is already there grabbing my hair mask or my luffa. On the other hand, I’m right there with her shampoo before she can say anything either. Our morning shower has become an elegant waltz. We finish and begin drying off as the morning news comes on at 4 am. I respond to some emails while Izzy grabs me a pair of distressed jeans, boxer-briefs, and a Nashville Strong T-shirt. She has a fairly similar outfit and lays mine on the bed before heading to do her makeup with a light hand.
Before we know it, we are making our way to the helicopter for a quick flight downtown. Tracy hands me a mug of Hot cocoa and Izzy a coffee. Jon and Bill went ahead this morning with mom to make sure we had the food ready to cook and serve.
“It’s gonna be a long day sugar. Last I heard from Bill this mornin the governor is sending a few squads of national canlı bahis guardsmen to help with the deliveries. Them boys can sure eat.” Tracy said holding on to a chuckle as we neared downtown.
“We’ll get by Ms. Tracy. You just tell me where you want me.” I respond taking a drag of cocoa.
We land on the roof just shy of 5:15. I grab my backpack and follow Ms. T. down to the kitchen. Izzy goes to help set up the serving line with Bill and Jon. We find Mom, 2 prep cooks, and a line cook working on getting things ready. Mom got my note to prep the cinnamon roll dough that I make from scratch and is pulling the dough from the proofer. Tracy was kept in the dark on this plan but it was to be a surprise. I place my bag on the table and grab my chef’s coat from one of my previous jobs, a knife set, and a rolling pin. As I’m rolling out the dough, Tracy gives me my role.
“Sugar, them cinnamon rolls best be good for my whole team to keep me in the dark. After they’re in the oven, help with the bacon and sausage patties. Everything else is covered.”
In no time at all a buffet of breakfast items are ready for serving. 14 guardsmen, 6 marines, my staff and family, and the local Fox news crew are all eating together getting ready for the busy day.
The news crew grabs a few shots of everyone eating, then a few of me addressing the group giving them their locations and orders. Jon, Tracy, and Anthony head to the food bank to the west of the city with a crew. Bill, Mom, Izzy, and I head east to another food bank. The camera crew interviews the managers of the food banks and a few of the needy families that are grateful. They try to interview me on several occasions and I deny them, it’s not about me, keep your focus on the community. In the end, they finally relent.
We end the day back at the office. I’m surprised to see the governor but I shake hands and make conversation. He addresses the crews and dismisses his troops, I do the same. Bill, Izzy, and I have some business to discuss before we head home, but the rest of the family head that way.
2 hours later we have an agenda and plan for the next week traveling across the US checking in on the businesses that I now own. We land at home just before dusk. Seeing the sunset over downtown was breathtaking. Izzy and I head to our room, we shower the sweat of the day off before heading to supper in our towels. I head to my office when I’m finished eating and open the safe. My mother’s sex slave contract, a thumb drive, and a handwritten letter are the only objects in the safe.
I withdraw the items and read the note first.
“Dear son, It is at this point I believe you already have a plan to travel and find out the scope of your new responsibilities. I applaud you for having a level head, but I imagine you are probably new to the BDSM lifestyle. If I may make a recommendation? It would be good for you to read a few books and call a buddy of mine in New York. His number as well as a few others are on a document on the thumb drive. Ask as many questions as possible. It’s how you learn. That advice goes to running a company as well. Trust in those who are experts in their field to give you an educated opinion and pick the best option. Take your mother’s contract and the copy of ‘The heart of Dominance’ to read when you have time. Safe travels. Love Dad (Ken).”
I stow the contract and thumb drive in my laptop case. For the first time since my grandfather… or dad’s passing, I scan the bookshelves. Finding the book recommended in a section of other kinky/BDSM books. All the books had a look of being well used, all but one.
A thick, leather-bound book with embossed lettering read ‘Submit’. As I pull it out to get a better look, I hear a click, and the bookshelf next to me swings inward. The moment I look into the secret room I know it’s a sex dungeon. Odd pieces of furniture are stationed around the rather large room. In the center of the back wall is a pegboard with all types of crops, whips, paddles, ball gags, clamps, restraints, and ropes. A note sits on a bench that has a place for your head and places to anchor your arms in limbs. I know that based on my own experiences, I’m not ready to open this note yet. I leave but not before grabbing a set of nipple clamps and a paddle.
I place the clamps, paddle, and book in my laptop case and head upstairs to pack my bags for my week-long trip around the US. When I arrive in my room I see Izzy is already packed and is about to begin packing my bags. 7 suits, 4 pairs of jeans, 7 underwear, 4 casual shirts, and some flight clothes (basketball shorts and t-shirts) are soon packed and loaded with my laptop and Izzy’s bags into the SUV. We’ll pack the toiletries in the morning after we shower. I lay down in bed and Izzy placed her head on my chest. I put on a movie and before I know it I’m out cold.
I don’t recall what I was dreaming about but I awake with a start covered in a cold sweat. Izzy has rolled over to her other side, so I gingerly get out of bed. The clock says 2:45 am, a light rain is hitting the window. I send a message to Jon to bring bahis siteleri me a glass of milk and some chocolate chip cookies if possible. Lounging on the sofa reading emails at this time of night causes a strange calm to come over me. I can think and have a chance to work out issues that would otherwise take me a few days. I’m not naive enough to make important decisions with this little sleep, but simple ones are managed before Jon walks in.
He walks in with empty hands and nods me toward the door. “Best not to wake Izzy. Let’s head down to the kitchen. There’s a table tucked in the corner we can chat at.” He says as we make our way to the stairs.
Once in the kitchen the smell of fresh-baked cookies and the face of Ms. Tracy greets me. I look at the table in the corner, it’s set with 3 glasses of milk and a dozen cookies. A deck of phase 10 cards and notepad are placed on one end. Ms. T pulls the second batch of cookies out of the oven and places another tray in.
We all sit at the table playing cards, drinking milk, and eating cookies. The sound of laughter and storytelling fills the kitchen. Ms. T clears her throat to speak. ” Yes child, your grandpa used to ask for the same thing when he couldn’t sleep. Oh pick that jaw off the floor and tell me what’s on your mind that has us playing cards and eating like the Golden Girls.”
“It’s nothing. Really.”
” Oh cut the shit Ted and tell me what you’re feeling. What’s said at this table stays at this table. You understand me, sugar?” Ms. T puts me in my place like only a caring old black woman can.
“It’s just… I don’t know what I’m doing. It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I haven’t had the chance to grieve for gramps… or should I say, dad. Just so many surprises and so much responsibility thrown into my lap with only cryptic letters every so often. I don’t want to let anyone down, so many lives depend on me to know what I’m doing and the decisions I make. I wish he would have left me a manual or would have told me sooner and prepared me for it.” I’m on the verge of tears but it feels good to get it off my chest.
“Baby, don’t you worry bout lettin anyone down. Your dad didn’t always have the answers. Too many times we try to put our parents or other people on this pedestal forgetting they’re human and make mistakes just like we do. Sugar, it ain’t about what you did wrong, it’s what did you learn from your failures. Remember that when you mess up because you will. Hell, I’m still learnin from my mistakes.” Ms. Tracy says holding my hand across the table.
With the sage advice over, we take notice of the clock. Tracy gets up and begins working on breakfast, throwing Jon and me out. We walk up the stairs and I thank Jon for the late-night counseling. Once in my room, I start the shower and wake my sleeping beauty. Our time in the shower draws us together. It’s as if I can feel her giving me extra strength to get through the day.
As she starts to exit, I grab the nape of her neck, spin her around and pin her to the shower wall. She lets out a squeal then a moan as I lock onto her neck, kissing my way downward. I tease her nipples with my tongue and begin to massage her clit. She moans while biting her lip. I slip a few fingers into her tight pussy and work her G Spot.
I resume my position at her neck alternating between a kiss and biting on her ear lobe. Her breath labors and I know that’s my cue to enter her. I hold one leg in the crook of my arm and pound her till she’s fighting to hold her orgasm. I whisper in her ear, “cum for me baby.” She sprays me with her cum as she trembles in my arms. I return the favor and fire rope after rope deep into her womb. She throws her arms around my neck and we stumble back under the showerhead. We makeout before re-showering to get the cum off of us.
We’re running a bit behind but we hop onto the private jet with Bill and begin our weeklong journey. Once in the air, Izzy snuggles onto my lap as Bill and I discuss the company in New York. It’s an industrial building firm, with the best architects, contractors, private inspectors, and a dozen construction companies. Pines Industrial Holdings is a global company that constructs building for our other companies. It’s always done well according to Bill and the reports that I’ve read through. They are scheduled to break ground on the site for the restaurant chain I use to work for, today.
Our plane touches down shortly after 10 am. I step off of the plane in a pair of blue jeans and a light gray shirt. Izzy loads into a black sedan with our luggage to head toward the office/ penthouse. I kiss her goodbye and load up in a company F150. 2 hard hats sit in the back seats. I purposely set our on-site meeting to begin about 30 min after I arrived at the site. I wanted to get to know the working guys. They have the first-hand experience that men and women in suits don’t.
I take my time not speaking to anyone just walking around asking questions. It doesn’t take long for the foreman to find me. “Can I help you? This is an active construction zone and I can’t have you bahis şirketleri running around and getting injured.” He says in a thick Brooklynn accent.
“You must be Jeff,” I say extending my hand.
“That depends. Who’s asking?” He says neglecting to take my hand.
“I’m sorry. Where are my manors? I’m Ted Pines.” I say finally getting that first handshake.
“No shit? Mr. Pines himself. Well, what can I help you with Mr. Pines?” Jeff says as we walk toward the foreman’s office.
“Just wanted to get to know your crew. I take pride in learning from the ground up, so to speak. You and your crew along with a dozen others are the backbone of the company. I know the adage ‘Complaints go up and shit rolls down’ but I would like to know what yall need to do your job better, any issues that you think aren’t being heard. I believe in a team ran company, many others don’t. When was the last time you saw any of the board members in the trenches?”
“Never!” Jeff responds with a snort. “Like a bunch of suits would ever come down to the dirt.”
” Well get ready then because they should be pulling up in about 15 minutes.”
For the next 15 minutes, Jeff tells us everything that we need to know. I make notes, we spitball ideas and possible solutions, and as if on cue 3 sedans pull up to the office. It takes a moment before the dust settles so the board members can get out without ruining their suits. I have to laugh because both Jeff and I roll our eyes at the state of it all.
Jeff hears me laughing and says, “You really did come from the fields. You dislike the suits as much as most of us. I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Ted.”
“Jeff, I have an idea. They’ve never met me or seen a photo of me. Let’s have some fun. Tell them I’m just a member of your crew, Bill tell them I’m stuck in traffic. Let’s see their honest opinions of the new boss being late after forcing them to be here instead of the office.” Jeff gives me an evil grin and so begins the entertainment.
Bill greets the 6 executives and informs them that I’m stuck in traffic. 4 of them roll their eyes in disdain. The older gentleman stays silent, but the young lady bitches and moans for a solid 10 minutes. The eye-rollers are agreeing with the woman, but the older gentleman remains silent. After some time they convince Bill to call me to find out how much longer. The look on the woman’s face when I answered the phone was priceless. But it was the gentleman’s reaction that took the cake. He busted into a deep hardy laugh.
“I told you one of these days your mouth would get you into trouble. Boy, you are the spitting image of Kenny and you think just like him too. I’m sure he would have pulled the same stunt if he could’ve.” He said, in a Georgia accent.
I reach out to shake the gentleman’s hand as I speak to the others. “You can all learn something from this gentleman. To quote a wise man, ‘It is better to let people think you’re an idiot than to open your mouth and prove it.’ I expect you all in the conference room attached to my office with good reasons that I shouldn’t fire all of you for unprofessional behavior unbecoming to an executive. I’ll meet you there in an hour.” I dismiss them without a second glance and turn my attention to Jeff and Bill.
“Bill you mind calling the chopper, I’ll need to change before I address that mess.” Bill sends a message to the pilot and gives me an eta. “Jeff is there someone you can hand over the reins for the day? I’d like you to join me in my meeting. It seems our board is severely out of touch.”
Jeff nods and calls his second in command into the office. When the young lady arrives, we say our goodbyes and climb aboard the chopper. It’s a short ride to the helipad right beside the penthouse suite. Bill shows Jeff around my office and the board room, while I take a quick shower and suit up in a Royal blue suit that makes my eyes pop, well at least that was what the note I found in my pocket said. Gotta love Anthony.
Izzy makes sandwiches for us to enjoy before the meeting. She has changed into a baby blue dress that screams naughty secretary. I position her to the Left of me and Bill on my right. Jeff sits next to Izzy and talks about his wife and kids. Bill has set out place holders with the board’s names and titles. One by one every board member comes to the conference room with a binder. The older gentleman is the last to enter. He is precisely on time and sits at the head of the table on the opposite end. His nameplate says Randy Willows, Chief Operations Officer.
Everyone is silent, you could hear a pin drop. I stand and deliver a speech everyone is solum, Randy is the only executive that seems to know where I’m going with this shpeal. At the end of my 30-minute speech, I pull their binders to my private office and call them in one by one for a performance review. I have their files of what they want me to see and a file that I had Bill put together on the flight here. The lady that couldn’t hold her tongue had a laundry list of prior issues. It was evident that she lied, cheated, and manipulated her way to the top. She was let go and escorted out of the building by security. The last of the sitting executives was Randy. I informed him he would need to find a trustworthy person to fill the now-vacant CFO role.
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