Chapter 3.1 ~ A new understanding

 

I was still wrestling with my turbulent emotions when Edward withdrew his fingers from my quim and came around to face me. I was on the edge of an orgasm, but I was so desperate to hear what he had to say, I was happy for him to finish what he was doing. He made no move to release the leather straps holding my wrists and ankles, to the wooden trestle, so I would have to remain in the bent position and listen to what he had to say.

Unlike the captain, Edward remained standing, a yard back, and expected me to look up at him while he got whatever was bugging him, off his chest. I wanted him to explain what he and Harry had agreed on; and for him to tell me how it impacted me. He wasn't quite sure of his strategy because he started to pace back and forth.

It was a bizarre situation with me strapped to a wooden trestle, Edward pacing back and forth and Captain Smith standing on the other side of the curtain delivering a near- the-knuckle stand-up act to a raucous audience.

Edward stopped in front of me. "Cassandra, you have no idea how long I've wanted to take hold of you and show you a lover's affection..."

A declaration of love or a confession of lust? As far as Edward was concerned, there was no difference. "Edward. I've seen it in your eyes..."

He was at least thirty years older than me. It wasn't unusual for a man in his 50's to lust after much younger women, especially when they were as wealthy as Edward Gold. After inheriting most of his brother's wealth, he was a billionaire, but he was acting like a reckless fool.

"Cassandra, this evening was supposed to be a wake-up call for you. My plan was to offer Harry a directorship of GUC. I would bring him onto the board, provided he gave you the red light. Cast you out and leave you with an expensive flat in London to manage and a shit load of debt. I know you have a drug habit so it wouldn't be long before you were sleeping with any man who'll shoot you up and fuck you in exchange for paying the rent. Am I right?"

I thought about it for a minute. "Maybe. What's the alternative?"

"Harry holds the cards to your future, but he doesn't want to drop you like a lead balloon. Harry still wants to supervise your training; and also take up my offer of a place on the board of GUC. So, there lies the problem."

I paused for a minute before replying. "You have the power."

"He can't have both without concessions. Harry is twice the man that Peter is. My brother knew that long before I realized it. So, bearing that in mind, I've come to an agreement with Harry. I won't force him to drop you, so long as he lets me help with your training. It'll just be the odd day or two, here and there, to make sure you're on track. If you rail against either of us, Harry will drop you and he'll return you to London."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that. Remember, Cassandra, you have to still be an employee of GAMI to inherit the Company on your twenty-fifth, otherwise the finances will be absorbed into the main parent company, GUC."

Edward had found a way to get his hooks into me. I was relieved that Harry was standing by me, but disappointed that he had been forced to lose some of the control that he had over my training.

"I'm going to Japan in a couple of days," I said, and was relieved when the clamp didn't zap me.

"Yes, Cassandra, Harry confirmed that and agreed that I can have you for a day before you go. I'll pick you up in the morning and return you twenty-four hours later, on Sunday morning. The following day, Monday, you'll fly to Japan where you will live until you're twenty-five. Of course, you will return to England for visits and that's when our interactions will happen. You will stay in my penthouse flat in Mayfair and accompany me on business trips and other functions. That's an outline of your future. So, what's it to be, Cassandra? A life scratching around for drugs and money, or accept Harry's and my training until you reach the age of twenty-five? At which point you will become an extremely wealthy woman."

"Is that Guaranteed?"

"If we seal the deal here and now, yes. I want Harry working inside the tent rather than outside. It's a win-win for both of you. The only impact to your training will be my involvement while Harry gets a seat on the board of GUC a couple of years earlier. If you accept my plan, then Harry is going to be a very happy man."

"What about Peter?"

"Peter? I'll find him a job. The director of our South American sector is due to retire. The board might well decide to send him to our head office in Brasilia. That would keep him occupied for a few years. So, Cassandra, you now need both Harry's and my backing to see you through to the merger date in just over two years' time. Are you on board with my concept for your future?"

Harry had rejected Edward's plan to jettison me from the process when it would have been easier to accept the older man's idea to throw me to the wolves and then be able to concentrate on greater things. He obviously wanted to make sure Thomas Gold's wishes were respected and maybe he had genuine feelings for me. I hoped so.

"So long as Harry is involved," I responded.

"He will be, Cassandra. So, is that a yes? Are you happy to seal the deal?"

While he asked his questions, he wandered around behind me. I watched his feet shuffle between the legs of the trestle, then felt his hands on my bruised flesh. The sound of laughter from the other side of the curtain reminded me that there was a danger of Edward being disturbed, but I suspected that Captain Smith was in cahoots with the devious billionaire and that he had all the time he needed.

"What's happening tomorrow?" I asked.

"I have a couple of business engagements that you'll be sitting in on. Harry has a very smart dress that you can wear. It's made from our revolutionary latex rubber, so you'll be comfortable in it all day. I'm waiting, Cassandra..."

I was about to be shafted by a man 30 years older than me. I vaguely wondered if he was as virile as the younger Peter, but I had to focus on the big question. Then, I remembered his wife.

"What about Florence?"

"Casandra, you are forbidden to mention her name. My wife and I operate on a 'no questions, no lies' basis and it works both ways. End of story."

I wasn't convinced by his reply, but I had to accept it and hope that I never came face to face with the woman while I was in Edwards flat. I waited a few seconds, then I was ready to reply.

"Edward, I accept your plan."

"Sensible girl..." I didn't hear a zip, but I felt his knob rubbing up and down my labia lips. "Cassandra, I'm sure you believe me when I tell you that my cock has been aching to shaft your tight little holes for years."

"Ohhhhh," I sighed when my earlier fears were dispelled, for Edward's cock was huge. His knob only just managed to ease into my creamy entrance and then, as it burrowed deeper, it continued to stretch my vaginal walls beyond their normal elasticity.

"There you are Casandra. This is what a real stallion feels like..."

He was boasting, but he had good reason to. Once he had rammed his stout shaft home, using four firm thrusts, Edward gripped my waist to get the purchase he needed to start a strong piston action.

"Your cock, Edward..." I muttered. For the third time that evening my sensibilities were being swamped by incredibly intense sensations caused by a rapidly developing orgasm.

I can't say if all the parts of Edwards plan had worked, but he ended the day fucking my brains out, while I lay strapped to a wooden horse. He was obviously a man who got what he wanted, even if he had to wait several years to get it.

I sighed and moaned until Edward arrived at the moment when he believed that he had sealed the deal...