At that last phrase, he seemed to surrender to her, and within a dozen more strokes, she saw his head lean back a little more, and all his muscles tensed up. His knees hit her in the ass, but she kept gyrating on him. She was rewarded with a warm, wet splash within her. He opened his mouth and uttered a soundless cry, almost as if his voice had cracked. She knew she was causing him so much pleasure, and she didn't want it to end for him. She quickly removed herself from his dick, and moved her mouth down to continue.
"Oh my god, Tracy. I love you," he said as she sucked on his cock. She smiled on the inside. She knew that he meant it. She knew that she had him and it made her heart ache with joy.
When he began to get soft in her mouth, she stopped. She squeezed next to him on the car seat, and put her head on his shoulder. Time seemed to slow and she wished this moment never had to end. He loved her.
"Do you trust me?" she asked one last time.
Out of breath, gasping for air, he answered a quick "Yes."
She snuggled into him, feeling his warmth touch her on the outside as it just recently had on her inside. "Then you have pleased me."
They looked into each other's eyes, and Tracy felt the link between them. She knew that she would be dreaming his dreams that night, and smiled even as the pain built behind her eyes. As the blinding light subsided, Mr. Hayes looked at her, concern filling his features.
She simply smiled and said the words she knew he wanted to hear most. “I am pleased.”
Intermission Two
Two months later...
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tracy asked, fiddling with the diamond necklace around her throat. Mr. Hayes had given it to her on a whim, just as a simple gift, but the that it cost more than her first car still made her anxious when she wore it. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
He would just get her another if she lost it, but the idea of casually wearing the worth of a car around her neck took some getting used to. Being a billionaire's girlfriend wasn't always easy. Worth it, but not necessarily easy.
“Tracy, John Tice has been my mentor for years,” Mr. Hayes assured her, casually pulling up to the valet. “Nothing is going to happen. Besides, it's just drinks.”
Tracy bit her lip. Two months. Two months since Jenna had tried to poison Mr. Hayes. Two months since the young woman then mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth. Mr. Hayes received weekly reports on her whereabouts, but even those remained suspiciously vague. The whole situation with Tice family made Tracy uncomfortable.
The valet opened the door of the fancy sports car for her and she carefully got out. She was wearing a closely cut blue dress that showed off all her assets. It was one of Mr. Hayes' favorites and she was glad she was wearing it. She needed all the confidence she could get, meeting with John Tice.
“Everything is going to be fine,” Mr. Hayes promised her, tossing the keys to the valet and taking her hand. “He's not the one who tried to kill me remember?”
She glared at him and he winked. She knew the cavalier attitude was simply a cover, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
“Besides, when we're done, all of your things will be moved to my place,” Mr. Hayes whispered in her ear as they approached a heavy wooden door. “I can't wait for you to be with me every night.”
Tracy couldn't help the warmth that seeped through her at the thought of being with him always. The relationship was moving quickly, but it didn't frighten her. She was excited to be moving into Mr. Hayes' mansion.
The heavy wooden door opened to reveal a masculine lounge. Heavy wood and velvet furniture filled the space, and the lights were low and dim. A jazz quartet played softly in the corner. It smelled of money and success.
Mr. Hayes walked confidently in and toward the back of the lounge. Tracy followed, doing her best not to look nervous. She hadn't seen John Tice since the charity ball and she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen.
“Paul,” Mr Tice greeted him, standing up from his table in the back. “And of course, Tracy.”
Tracy smiled politely, noticing that Mr. Tice didn't offer her a handshake. He was an older man with a lean frame. His graying hair was parted smartly on the side and combed over his head in an attempt to make it look fuller, but the only thing it accomplished was to accent his age.
Tracy shifted her weight uncomfortably under his gaze. Something about his pale blue eyes made her uneasy. It didn't help that when she looked at him, he met her eyes. The blinding white flash that told her there was a link hit her like a freight train. She stumbled more than sat in her chair.
“It's a pleasure to see you, John,” Mr. Hayes replied, taking the seat next to the older man. “I'm so glad that we've been able to move past our most recent unpleasantness.”
The older man scowled but attempted to transform it into a smile. As much as Mr. Hayes was over the incident with Jenna, John Tice most certainly was not. Tracy sat on the edge of her plush seat and picked up a menu. She needed a drink to get through this. Her head was starting to ache from the sudden connection. She'd never had one hurt like this before, but then, she was still fairly new to her powers.
“I'm glad you agreed to meet me,” John said. “I wanted to discuss the situation with my daughter.”
Mr. Hayes eyes darkened. Maybe he wasn't as over it as he seemed.
“What exactly do you mean?” Mr. Hayes asked.
“I'd like your men off her security detail,” John replied. “You have my word that she'll never bother you again.”