In To Blue: Book One Of The Blue Series (7 page)

I walk down the hall to the living area.  Grant is wearing a charcoal gray suit with a white shirt underneath and a charcoal gray tie.  He is talking to Jacob they both stop speaking when I enter the room.  I notice Zander is in the kitchen and he even stops to look at me.
 
Shit! I must look worse than I thought
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  “Avery you look wonderful.”  “Really?”  “Oh yes Avery, just beautiful.”  “Thank you.”  “You ready?”  “Sure.”

We climb in the back of the car.  Jacob gets in the front with the driver and we are off.  “So is your house in New York City?  “No actually, I live right outside New York City in Murray Hill.  It’s about a forty minute drive from New York City.”  “But your office is in New York City?  “Yes my office isn’t far from Manhattan.”  “Is this going to be a big party?”  “Yes.  Lance has a huge penthouse and he invites a lot of people.  It’s a great way for us to network with potential buyers and sellers in the real estate market.”  I quickly become nervous.  Grant quickly puts his arm around me.  “Don’t be nervous”  “I’m trying Grant.”

He leans over and kisses me.  He pulls me into his body as our kiss becomes deeper and our tongues caress.  He begins rubbing his hands all over my back.  He pulls away to catch his breath.  “I have missed you so much.”  “I have missed you too Grant.”  He pulls me back to him kissing me again.  “I better stop.  I’m afraid I might ruin that pretty dress.”  Grant leans back and wraps his arm around me.  We enjoy the rest of the ride in silence. 

We arrive at the apartment building and the driver pulls into the parking garage.  Jacob opens my door and I climb out.  Grant gets out on the other side and escorts me to the elevator.   On the way up I ask Grant if Lance is his business partner.  “Actually no.  He is the Vice-President of Harrison Investment Holdings, L.L.C.  He works for me.” 

We arrive on the top floor and the elevator opens to this massive penthouse.  It is immaculate and over the top.  The living area is filled with gorgeous antiques and artwork.  “Grant you are here.” Lance calls out as we walk into the living area.   “Avery you look breathtaking.”  “Thank you Lance.”  Lance leans over and kisses me on the cheek.  Grant squeezes my hand tight and gives Lance a menacing stare. 

A waiter walks buy and hands us each a glass of champagne.  “We got some work to do tonight come on.”  Grant quickly pulls me along with him.  I’m relieved. I was afraid he was going to leave me standing there.  We walk around the room meeting the party guest.  The place is packed and everyone is wanting to talk to Grant. 

It gets a little overwhelming and I need some fresh air.  I slip away while Grant is visiting with some men about a potential real estate development.  I decide to grab another glass of champagne and I walk out on to the balcony to get some fresh air.  The night air feels good and I start to relax. 

“You must be Grant’s new sub?”  “Excuse me?”  “I’m sorry.  I’m Vivian, Vivian Stone.”  Vivian was about my height and looked close to my age maybe a little older.  She was very slender, had medium length black hair and she was pretty.  Her skin was like porcelain.  “I’m Avery, Avery Foster.” I shake her hand.  

“So how long have you been Grant’s sub?”  “I’m sorry Vivian.  I don’t quite follow you.”  “It’s ok. I know all about his BDSM lifestyle.”
 
Shit!BDSM lifestyle
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I nearly choked on my champagne.  What is she talking about?  Panic overwhelms my body.  “I use to be his submissive so you don’t have to pretend with me.”  She smirks.  “Uh ok.”  “I can see I have made you uncomfortable.”  “It’s ok you just took me by surprise.”   I lie trying to cover the panic that is within me. 

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.  How long have you known Grant?’  I can’t remember. I can’t think straight.  My breathing has become shallow.  “A couple of weeks.”  “Oh!  I was with him for six months but as you can see it didn’t work out.”  “How come it didn’t work out?”  I ask.  “I wanted more from the relationship but Grant is not long term relationship material.  I’m sure you already knew that.” 

I think I’m about to be sick as I fight back tears.  I’m devastated.  My breathing becomes more difficult.  “Avery are you ok?  You don’t look so good.”  I lean over the balcony wall.  I’m trying to catch my breath but I can’t.  I am beyond upset.  The panic I feel is now taking over my body.  Vivian walks up to me and puts her hand on my back.  The last thing I want is this woman touching me.  I don’t have the energy to shrug her off.

“Avery, I think you better sit down.”  Vivian whispers.  As I sit down, I notice Grant walking out on the balcony.  Vivian moves out of the way.  “Avery, are you ok?”  I can’t speak my breath is too shallow.  “Where is the inhaler?”  I hand him my clutch.  He opens it for me and I spray the inhaler in my mouth.  My breathing becomes better.  “Is she ok?”  Vivian ask. “She is fine Vivian!  I can handle this go back to the party.”  She huffs as she walks back inside.

“Avery are you ok?”  Grant cautiously ask.  “No!  I want to go home right now!” I’m doing everything I can to not break down.  “Let me tell Lance we’re leaving.  I’ll take you back to my house.”  “No! I don’t want to go to your house.  I want to go back to Lexington.” 

“Avery, it is not safe.  Besides, I want you here with me.”  “Why!  So I can be your submissive or sex slave or whatever the fuck you call it?”  He gasp as his mouth drops wide open.  “What did Vivian say to you?”  What difference does it make?  It’s true isn’t it?” 

Fear fills his eyes.  “Avery please.  What did she tell you?”  Grant asks.  “That she used to be your submissive and that you are into BDSM!”  “She shouldn’t have told you that!”  “Why, cause it is true?”  He looks pale.  “Just answer the damn question Grant!”  I snap.  “I don’t want to discuss this with you here.”  Grant whispers.  “Fine then don’t.  I think I have the answers anyway.” 

I stand up.  I feel weak and dizzy.  I fall into Grant.  “Avery calm down.  You are pushing yourself too hard.  You need to rest.”  “Let’s get you back to my place.”  “No.  Damn it! I’m going home whether you like it or not.”  “Avery please, you need to rest.  Just stay tonight and get some rest.  We can talk about this in the morning and if you still want to leave I will fly you home tomorrow ok?” 

Lance walks out.  “Been looking for you all over Grant.  There are some people you need to meet.”  “Lance I’m sorry.  I need to get home.”  Lance looks pissed.  “Just a little while longer. I have some potential clients I want you to meet.”  “I can’t Lance.  I have to go.”  

“Boy you sure are eager to get out the whips and chains tonight!  I gasp and Grant is furious.  Before Grant can speak Jacob shows up.  “Everything all right Mr. Harrison?  “No.  Jacob can you walk Ms. Foster to the car.  She isn’t feeling well.”  Jacob comes over and puts his arm around me and we walk back inside.  “I can hear Grant yelling at Lance. “What is Vivian doing here?  Why did you say that?  Damn it!  We agreed not to mention certain things in public.”  I can’t hear Lance’s response. 

Jacob helps me into the back seat of the car.  I’m exhausted and I quickly fall asleep.  I awake to Grant climbing into the car. He leans over and whispers.  “How are you feeling?”  “Tired.”  I’m so angry with him I could scream.  Neither of us speak during the car ride home. 

The tension is palpable between us.  I can feel Grant’s eyes on me.  I’m exhausted.  I lean my head against the window and I fall back asleep.  I awake as we arrive at Grant’s home.  He attempts to help me out of the car but I ignore him.  I walk in to the house and straight to the guest bedroom and slam the door. 

I change into shorts and a tank top, wash my face, brush my teeth and crawl into bed.  I toss and turn all night.  As soon as daylight breaks I get up.  I get dressed and I head out to the stables to check on the horses.  They seem happier today.  I want to ride one of them but after last night I know I shouldn’t press my luck. 

I start walking back toward the house. Grant runs outside.  He looks panicked.  We make eye contact and he runs towards me.  “Oh thank goodness Avery! I thought you were gone.”  “Not yet.”  I smirk.  “Let’s go inside so we can talk.”  We walk into the house and walk toward the hallway to his office.  “I thought we should talk in here.  It’s more private.”  His office looks very dark.  The walls are covered in wood panels.  The only illumination is coming through the cream colored curtains and a lamp that is lit up on his desk.  We sit down on the brown leather couch that is against a wall opposite from his desk. 

“Avery, I don’t know where to begin or how to explain this without you getting upset.  I have been up all night trying to find the right words.”  “I think the right words should be the ones that involve the truth Grant.”  I seethe.  I hope he realizes that sugar coating this won’t help the situation.  He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.  He opens them with this a serious look. 

“Avery, before I explain my sexual lifestyle to you, I’d like to ask you a question.”  “Ok.”  “How much do you know about BDSM?”  Grant asks.  He caught me off guard.  I wasn’t expecting a question.  I was expecting his explanation.   

“To be honest Grant, not a lot.  All I know is about the whole whips and chains thing, inflicting pain on someone who is tied up.  People dressed in leather with mask that make them look like something out of a horror movie.” 

“That is what I thought.  You see Avery that is just one view point of the BDSM lifestyle.  BDSM encompasses so many different things.  There are many facets to the lifestyle.”  “Grant, I don’t understand.”  Avery, people who engage in a BDSM lifestyle are not all the same.  There are many different ways people engage in BDSM fantasies.  It is not always about going to the extreme.

This is hard to explain.  I had every intention of telling you when the time was right.  I’m so angry you found out the way you did.  I wanted to be the one to tell you.”  He takes a deep breath. “I have played roles of a dominant and had women as my submissive.  They were all girlfriends whom I have had relationships with.  I have restrained them but only with their consent.  Everything is consensual.”

I gasp in pure shock.  I was expecting him to go there but it is still alarming.  “I’m not into wearing leather and causing extreme pain to women.  There are people who engage in that type of BDSM fantasy and that is perfectly fine. “The pain I administer is minimal.  I don’t hit them so hard to leave marks.  I don’t inflict pain without their consent.  This is hard to explain.  It’s like pleasurable pain.  I use whips and stuff but I use very little pressure.  I don’t do it to torture or force a woman to do something against their will.   All BDSM relationship are consensual.  I’m sure you are wondering why I like this sort of lifestyle.  My attraction to BDSM is pure and simple.  I like the control.”

I’m so confused.  I don’t understand who would consent to being in this type of relationship.  However, it’s not as bad as I had imagined.  There is such a stigma about this type of sexual satisfaction. I had immediately thought the worst.  “I still don’t get why you engage in it.  Were you abused as a child or something?”  “No.  It’s nothing like that.  I enjoy it from the stand point of control. 

My life is hectic and work consumes a lot of it.  Being a dominant takes me away from that.  It relaxes me and helps me keep my focus.  Also, it can be very pleasurable and keeps things interesting.  I like being in control in the bedroom.  It’s such a turn on.  Having a woman trust me with her desires is an incredible experience.”  He pauses to collect his thoughts.  “Trust is one of the most important parts of the BDSM lifestyle.”

I decide to just cut to the chase.   “So where you wanting me to be your submissive?”  He sits silent for a moment.  “Yes, but only if you wanted to.  “What if I don’t want to?  Would you be done with me?”  “No Avery, of course not. I care about you.  It’s just roleplaying and sexual pleasure.  It’s not a requirement to date me. 

“What is the story with Vivian?”  The expression on Grant’s face tells me he didn’t want to talk about Vivian.  “We dated for about six months.  She has been in several submissive relationships and our relationship quickly progressed because of that.”  “Why aren’t the two of you still together?”  “She was just using me.  She wants status, money, power, and attention.  Once I realized that was all she was after I ended it with her.”  “I don’t think she is over you.”  “I don’t think so either but it doesn’t matter.  I want to be with you.

If you’re not interested in this sort of thing then I will get rid of all of it.  The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”  “Wait!  You have stuff?”  “Yes Avery.  I have a play room.  It’s where my submissive and Iact out our fantasies.   “Would you like to see it?”  “I guess.”
 
Oh shit what have I gotten myself int
o
?   I follow him down the hall. 

We walk into his bedroom.   I never paid much attention to it the last time I was in here.  His room is very large and it’s designed in natural colors.  The bedding is light taupe and the walls are painted a light sand color.  We walk to a door in his room.  You would think it’s a closet but it’s not. He opens the door and it’s another room.  The walls are painted a blueish gray color.  There is a bedroom suit with black lacquer furniture.

The bed is large.  The bedding is satin and the same color as the walls.  There are different instruments hanging on hooks against one of the walls.  I see whips, different kinds of hand cuffs, and riding crops.   I am a little taken back by the riding crop.  There are two chains hanging from the ceiling and two attached to the floor.  I am not as freaked out as I thought I would be I guess it could be worse.  Still this room makes me uncomfortable.  “Avery, I wish you would tell me what is going through your mind.”  “Grant, I am trying to absorb all of this.”

This room makes me very nervous and I don’t really want to discuss this anymore with him.   I walk back into his bed room.  It’s so strange the two rooms are like night and day.  I feel better once I walk into his bedroom. 

“I will get rid of all of it if you want me to?”  I can’t ask him to do that.  I’m not sure exactly what I am going to do at this point.  “Let’s not do anything just yet.  I need to think about all of this.”  “Avery just know I planned on telling you when the time was right.  I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.” 

I walk back down the hall to the living area.  I turn and look at Grant.  He is terrified. “I need to be alone.  I’ll be outside.”  He nods.  I walk outside and toward the stables.  Timmy is out there tending to the horses. “Good Morning Ms. Foster.”  “Call me Avery.” “How are you Avery?”  I lie “I’m good.  How about you?”  “I’m ok.  What shall we do today with the horses?”  I go over with him a routine he needs to perform daily with the horses and how to organize the stables. 

“While you are organizing the supplies, I’m going to take Cash out for a ride.”  “Avery are you sure?  He can be very mean.  “It will be fine.”  Cash is a beautiful horse.  His coloring is that of a dirty blonde.  He is a very strong and sturdy horse.  He reminds me of Blue.  I miss Blue so much.  I put Cash’s saddle on and I climb on him. 

We slowly walk along and I look toward the house.  Grant has walked out on the patio of the house watching me intently.  I’m sure he wants to stop me but he doesn’t.  He just stands there watching me.  I realize this is the perfect time to defy him after what he has told me this morning.  I quickly jerk down on Cash’s reigns.  Cash takes off like a bullet and we are galloping quickly away from the stables.  I glance back toward Grant.  He is thoroughly pissed but doesn’t make a move.  He just stands there watching me. 

Cash and I ride all over the property.  Grant has a ton of land and it’s great for riding.  As I ride, I think about what he told me.  I care about Grant and I want to be with him.  I just don’t know if it is fair to deny him his fantasies.
 
Do I even want to partake in his fantasies
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  I’m not sure about all of this.  He basically said he wouldn’t force it on me.  I realize this is not something I can’t resolve in a short period of time.  I really need to think this through. 

I ride for about an hour and I return to the stables.  Timmy takes Cash from me and starts removing his saddle.  “Um Avery, Mr. Harrison asked that you return to the house once you finished your ride.  He wasn’t very happy.”  I laugh.  “Well Mr. Harrison needs to get a grip.”  Timmy laughs and I head toward the house. 

I walk in and I see Zander in the kitchen.  “Good Morning Avery.  May I fix you some breakfast?”  “No thanks.  I would love a cup of coffee and a glass of water.”  Just then Grant walks in and quickly grabs my hand. 

“Come with me.”   He practically drags me to his bedroom and he slams the door.  “The doctor specifically said not to be riding horses and yet you disobey doctor’s orders.”
 
Oh thisman is hot when he is ma
d
.  “Furthermore, you rode Cash.  A horse that has a bad temper.  I told you he is dangerous and yet you rode him anyway.”  He is definitely pissed at me. 

“First of all, I’m adult and I don’t answer to you. You are most certainly not the boss of me.  Cash is only dangerous if you don’t know how to handle him.  I know how to handle him.”  All of the sudden anger leaves his face and this sexy smirk appears. “What if I wanted to you to answer to me?”
 
Is talking about his play room
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  I’m not sure what to say.  He looks so sexy and we haven’t been together since I got here. 

“I’m my own person and I do what I like.”  “What exactly do you like Avery?”
 
Oh, you taking me right now in your bed
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  “You”  “Could you be more specific?”  “All of you.”   I smile.  He quickly grabs and kisses me.  “I want you Avery right here right now.” 

Grant picks me up and lays me on the bed.  He removes his t-shirt and jeans.  I can see his erection through his tight fitting boxer briefs.  Crashing into me, he kisses me with such passion.    Removing my shirt and bra, Grant begins kissing my breast.   Dragging his tongue down the middle of my chest to my stomach he licks my belly button.  He stands up and takes off my boots and my socks.  Then leans over and slowly unbuttons my jeans.  Grabbing the waistband of my jeans and panties, he yanks them off with a jolt.  I’m lying there naked sprawled across his bed.  Standing by the bed he stares at me, absorbing the vision of my naked body.

Grant grabs my legs pulling me closer to him and begins kissing my thighs making his way to my sex.  Slowly he takes his tongue and caresses my clit.  Sheer pleasure rocks my entire body as my skin becomes sensitive to his touch.  I quickly orgasm.  “Oh Grant!  Oh yes!  Don’t stop!” 

As he continues his sweet torture of my clit, he takes two of his fingers and slowly slides them into my core.  He gently caresses my inner core as I arch my body and flex my hips to the rhythm of his fingers inside me.   “Ahh!  Grant, I want you.” I lean up and push Grant away.  I stand facing him and I remove his boxers.  I forced him to sit on the bed.  I stand between his legs and kneel.  He grabs my face and kisses me.  I break the kiss and I move down to his thighs as he leans back.   I take my tongue and begin encircling his balls with my tongue.  He instantly tenses and his body becomes rigid. 

“Avery!” I can tell from his body he wants my mouth on his cock but I continue my work on his balls.  His breathing becomes shallow as he begins to moan. I start sucking each of his balls with my soft lips.  I feel his balls begin to draw in.   I take my tongue and slowly lick his cock.  He is in a pleasurable hell at the moment.  Flexing his hips asking me to take him in my mouth.  I continue to lick his cock up and down. Then I turn my head and slide my lips up along his length.  “Fuck Avery!”

I finally decide I have teased him enough and I slowly place my lips over his cock.  I look up at him.  He has a look of want etched across his face.  I rub my lips across the head of his cock. He moans “Yes.”  I slowly take him inside of my mouth until his cock reaches the back of my throat.  “Oh fuck Avery!”   I begin sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.  He begins thrusting his hips toward me.  His cock slides in and out of my mouth more quickly.  I place my hand over his shaft as I pump his length against this thrust. 

Finally he pulls me away and shoves me on to the bed.  He grabs a condom out of his night stand and slides it on.  “I want you Avery.”  He quickly falls into me and slides his hard cock inside me.  “Oh yes Grant!”  “Grant quickly begins sliding his cock in and out of me and I flex my hips to meet him.  I feel another orgasm rise within me.  It collides over me, reaching my climax.  “Oh Grant! I am cuming!  Yes!”  As I’m recovering from my climax, Grant begins thrusting harder and harder.  He is unraveling on top of me.  His body tenses as he cums.  He flinches as his semen is pooling inside the condom.  “Fuck Avery.”  Grant says as he collapses on top of me. 

I wrap my arms around him hugging him tight.  This feels good.  Our bodies touching each other.  He leans up and looks at me.  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”  “No, of course not.”  He leans over and kisses me gazing into my eyes.  He has this look on his face.  I’m not sure if it is happiness or he is tired.  “Oh Avery, you are amazing.  He climbs off of me and walks into his bathroom.  I roll over on my side in awe of the great sex we just had.  He walks back in and grabs a blanket off the end of his bed and covers me up with it. 

He climbs in the other side of the bed facing me and slides underneath the blanket.  He leans in and kisses me.  “How do you feel Avery?”  He whispers.  “I feel great.  How about you?”  “Fantastic!”  He laughs.  “Have you had time to think about what we discussed this morning? 

“I thought about it but I have more thinking to do.  I do have a question?  “Sure.”  “Why do you have a riding crop in there?  I find that odd.”  “You shouldn’t Avery.  It’s used for the same purpose you would use it on a horse.  “I’m confused.  A riding crop is used to make a horse go faster.”  “Yes Avery.  It is used to get the horse to do what you want it to do. Whip it into submission.  Just as I use it with regard to sex but I use it for pleasure.”  “Oh!  I hadn’t thought of it that way.” 

“I know this is a lot to take on Avery.  Just don’t let it come between us.”  “Grant, you enjoy it otherwise you wouldn’t have a designated room for it.  I won’t ask you to give it up but I don’t know how I feel about it yet.  “Avery it’s ok.  Just take your time.  I’m not going anywhere. I’m glad you had a question.  Feel free to ask me anything. I want you to feel comfortable here.”  “Ok.” 

“If you are not too tired, I thought maybe we might spend the day together.”  “Sure what did you have in mind?”  “I thought we might go to lunch and then maybe let me show you around New York.”  “That would be great”

I jump up and I start collecting my clothes off the floor.  “Wait.  What are you doing?”  I’m getting dress so I can go take a shower. I’m not about to walk through your house naked.  Grant jumps up out bed.  “No baby. I want to be the only one to see you naked.”  He pulls me into him “You can get ready in here.  We can shower together.”  “As wonderful as that sounds, I have had enough excitement this morning.  I would prefer to get ready in the guest room.” 

“If I didn’t know any better I think you enjoy telling me no.”  I smile and kiss him on the cheek and quickly throw my clothes on.  I grab my socks and boots and head toward the guest room.  I get ready in a flash I am actually excited to spend the day with Grant.   I still don’t know what I think about his play room and I will have to address it at some point. 

I get ready and I take one last look in the mirror.
 
Shit!
 
I am wearing what I always wear jeans, t-shirt and boots.  I will stick out like a sore thumb and there is not much I can do about that now.  I walk out to the living area.  Grant is talking to Jacob.  He stops his conversation and walks right up to me. 

“Avery what’s wrong?”  “Nothing.”  “Avery please, tell me what is it.”  “I look stupid”  “What!  Avery what are you talking about?  You are beautiful.”  “I stick out like a sore thumb.”  Grant realizes what I’m upset about.  “You are beautiful and you look fine.  If you don’t feel comfortable we can do a little shopping while we are out it’s entirely up to you.”  “Ok”

The driver pulls the black luxury sedan around.  We climb in the back seat.  We don’t say much to each other on our way into the city.  Grant is busy on his phone working deals on a Sunday.
 
Doesn’t this guy ever relax
?
 

We make it into the city and even on a Sunday it’s busy.  Traffic is crazy and there are people everywhere.  I’m in awe.  I have been to Queens, New York for races but never to New York City. 

I was hoping Grant would get off his phone long enough to tell me certain landmarks but instead he is focused on his conversation.   We drive through Time Square and it is unreal.  All the big screens are blasting advertisements.  I don’t get to really look at much.  We drive through the city so fast.  Grant is definitely a sorry tour guide.  We drive out to Manhattan.  I see the Statue of Liberty. I was hoping we were going out to it but instead we are just riding around while Grant is on his phone.