Relationship in Work in progress

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9

A relationship in progress

"Any idea where you want to eat," Preston asked after a long satisfying kiss and a bit of groping. He waited two days for that bit of affection. He was not ready to stop but hadn't eaten lunch today, it didn't feel right to eat without Z sitting in front of him. He missed her eye roll at his smart-aleck remarks. 

They walked three blocks with his arm around her to an Italian restaurant that smelled like Italian heaven as they walked by. They came out tasting and smelling like garlic. He had the best pizza and she had lasagna with lots of crispy garlic bread. They figured as long as they stunk together, they would be fine. 

A quick shower and a good tooth brushing, and they were on. Witty conversation at dinner had Z ready for anything. She could swear he sat around thinking about what he could do to her to get the most reaction. He started when she got on the bed all fresh and clean. 

After one long satisfying session of lovemaking, he grabbed his bag of toys and they started in. Exhausting one another they slept until the other one started something again. With her ass perched three pillows high she prepared for ass play. Preston was the king of ass play giving and receiving. 

Kneeling between her legs he rubbed her back giving special attention to her ass cheeks. She knew he was rummaging around in his bag and wondered what he would come up with. Plus, he claims he has new toys now so there was no telling. With a little swish sound and cold she looked back, and he was using whipping cream for a lube. One finger in and she moaned the second one so quickly followed she knew he was going to be rough. Seconds later she felt cold again and the swishing sound and he was filling her ass with whip cream. 

"Yeah crazy what are you doing," she complained slapping at his hand to get that crap away from her.

"Don't worry I looked it up and you're fine," He told her and slipped something long and cylindrical in and the vibration began. Ok, this was new she thought. He worked it in and out for a while then he bottomed it out as she felt the edge hit her ass. Groaning she backed up to him and he slid in. Riding out his aggression she knew he would expect her wrath. The boy liked it rough. Her problem was she loved him being rough too. Her body responded to his rough handling and urged him on. 

"Don't do that again," Z complained as she sat on the toilet farting out all the gas contained in the whipped cream. Preston was already paying. She found an old-fashioned enema bag in her mother's stuff and had it hanging in the shower with a tube running straight into his ass. 

"Z this is getting very uncomfortable that was a lot of water," Preston complained afraid to look back to see if it was empty yet. He was sure if he moved, he would let the water loose and make a mess. Maybe he should stop being so rough with her. He knew this was payback. He needs to learn she was the queen of rough play payback.

"Relax if I can hold it so can you," she complained as a long fart came out along with a stream of white. "I swear it made me high and a little floaty. That stuff is the same stuff those stupid sniffers use you know," Z told him flashing an angry look at him. If she could get off the toilet, she would smack him. Besides, he has to wait for her to finish using the toilet. "Put your head down and let it go higher whiner," she snapped. 

Doing as told he whined, "You're mean,"

"Yeah well, you started this. I wouldn't be sitting here if not for you."

"Well, I thought you would like it the site said it felt good. That it gave you a euphoric feeling."

"Right it gets you high," she snapped.

"Ok I'm sorry but we have to change places now," he said and did a clamped cheek push-up and stood dropping the tube in the shower and letting the rest flow down the drain. 

She wiped flushed and stood moving quickly getting out of the way and enjoying watching his clamped ass move.

He sat quickly, and it sounded like his insides fell out. With a groan, he continued to go. Z sat on the counter and watched his agony. She endured her pain when she first got here. She knew how he felt, but he filled her with whipped cream, so he was going to pay.

"You're enjoying this aren't you."

"Just a little bit," she said as an explosion blasted out. 

"Ok, how sexy is this?" Preston grumped.

"Not very, so, I guess your ass needs to be off limits," Z said, and he glared at her. 

"So, does Terence have to do this with all his exploits?"

"He said they don't do asses all the time. I guess we'll have to ask him," she said approaching the toilet she spread her legs working her way up his legs she sat in his lap and began to kiss him.

He reached back and flushed the toilet thinking she was crazy. How could she want to kiss this stinking mess? 

She slipped off his lap and broke the kiss. "I'm going to take a shower." 

"You're not the one who stinks."

"It's the fish you had Thursday and I do stink. Plus, I have sticky whip cream on my ass," she said and wrapped her hair with a towel. Washing off she felt better leaving Preston still sitting on the toilet not looking too happy with his plight. She just couldn't feel sorry for him, he started it. She thought he bought that stuff to lick off her. Now that she would like. She figures he must sit on his computer at night and look up porn websites to get all these ideas. If she had one, she may do the same to him. That might be interesting, (How to sexually stimulate your partner.)

"I'm going to go watch the weather. I think we have bad weather coming," Z told him and walked out to dry off. "Come out and relax when you're done," she told him letting him know she didn't expect magic when he walked out to the room thank God. 

His stomach was going to cramp for a while, his best bet was to come lay down and rest. Maybe she will baby him give him a blow job or something to relax him. He is right she has been mean to him. Well maybe not mean but rough and he has taken it all in stride. 

The question is, is he so taken with her or starved for attention he will accept whatever she dishes out just to be with her? She lay down on the bed turned on the TV and scanned the channels. She could feel in her bones that bad weather was coming. The cold of winter, the pressure from storms, and overwork make her bones achy. She has had a few bad breaks over the years and each one reacts in its special way to the weather. 

She could blame the wrist on her last boyfriend it had been a not-so-friendly reminder to do as she was told. He not only thought he owned her waxed snatch but her life. He did nine months for the beating, and she still has a restraining order on him for life. He can't even step on her block. Last she heard he was beating on some other woman who must have stronger bones than she did. Between him and her father when she was young, she had several breaks. 

She heard the water come on in the shower. He at least was up off his throne. He came out in all his naked glory drying his junk. He sure has gotten comfortable being around her. She had been watching the evening news and yes, a storm was coming a bad one with tornadoes popping up as it moved through the region. Preston stood watching the radar as he dried his hair. 

"I told you storms are coming," she said lying with the TV glow reflecting off her plump ass as an enticement.

"Yes, you did, so what are they expecting," he asked trying hard to not stare but her ass was magical. Two perfect round globes just waiting to be messed with. 

"A couple of inches of rain and strong winds a normal fall storm," Z told him and patted the bed for him to join her. "So, are you feeling better?"

"I am but we are going to have to renegotiate our terms. My insides can't take this every week abuse. I haven't had a normal shit in almost a month," Preston complained and lay down on the bed next to her needing to just chill for a little while. She had blown his guts out after all.

"You're the one with the fondness for ass play. We could always pack away the toys and only bring them out once a month or less. It would give you a chance to be normal again." 

He was thrilled to hear her making plans to be with him in the future, but something had to change. So, he pressed his luck.

"Yeah that may work but meeting in this hotel isn't working for me either. Next week please come to my place we will have all kinds of room to play. My mother is way on the other end of the house, and she won't bother us. I have the perfect bed frame to tie you up to," he teased rolling towards her and sucking one of her breasts into his mouth. His hand got busy, and he was on, resting forgotten. Moments later he was on his stomach and Z had his ass propped up on three pillows. He had already dealt with the pain he might as well enjoy the night. She worked him a good five minutes with her fingers and then slipped his new toy in. With a groan, it bottomed out as he arched his back and enjoyed the attention. She rolled him to his back and attached the cock ring. Slipping on her expensive condom she swung her leg over and straddled him. Turning it on as she went down and road. It drove both of them crazy as he vibrated away. 

Preston had to think if he was willing to give this up for a month. He got his way before she was ready to give up the quest. Sitting Indian style with the thing still in his ass he found the dildo he hadn't used yet and got to work. 

He worked her in and out as she came a few times with her clit clamp attached until she rolled to her knees, and he was able to use some muscle to ram that thing home as she liked it. He also found their other probe and added that to her pleasure. She finally had enough and collapsed on the bed. They both lay there vibrating away. She got up and went to the bathroom and pulled hers, but she knew Preston liked the feeling and slept quite well with it in and running. 

She opened the curtains she watched the storm rage outside while he slept. He wants her to go to his place next week maybe they will have nice normal sex at his place. He doesn't seem the type to be all dirty at home. But then again, he did say he could tie her to his bed which I might add he had not done this time, she thought as she looked at him sleeping so peacefully humming away. If nothing else, it would be interesting to see how he lives. It would give her an idea if she wants to continue seeing him. 

They had gone about six rounds, so she turned off the light and went to sleep. Sometime in the night, she felt him moving around and the humming noise stopped. He pulled it and left it in the bathroom coming back he snuggled next to her and went back to sleep. It was nice to just sleep with him. Thank God he was not a snorer. Carlos had been, and she began to hate him for disturbing her sleep. It was bad enough he was crap in bed and mean and on top of that, he snored.

The next morning as the sun came up Z felt her hands get tied and the clip go on as she tried to wake up. She could have used a bathroom break before he captured her. Making the suggestion he released her and waited patiently for her to come back.

She came back with a freshly washed bottom and teeth smelling minty fresh. She lay down and raised her hands ready for whatever he wanted to do to her. Moments later she was trussed up the clip and quickly the new toy went up her butt. He left her to enjoy and came back smelling minty fresh and took her mouth for some passionate kisses. He placed a washcloth in her mouth, he got busy. She bit down to stifle her screams and moans he was so good at forcing out of her. 

Situating himself between her legs he pushed in fast and hard. With a groan, she rode out the assault calling out his name a few times. She had to admit she liked being tied. She couldn't pull away and she had to endure the sensation. He was very good at giving her sensations she thought as her world spun out of control and her body jerked. 

 *

At 10:00 he let her out the door only after she agreed to go to his place the following weekend. He kept her tied and worked her for hours until she agreed. She was smiling when she left and refused to let him take her home. She was sure those jerks around her apartment had made plans to strip his car if he came back. They probably had the parts lined up to sell already. They'd asked too many questions about him and his car when she came home the other night. Of course, she gave them nothing, but it did concern her their interest. 

She rode the bus home thinking how badly she wanted to move, but Preston was right. For the amount of rent she could pay she would be right back in the same kind of dump and not know anyone. Lord she needed a soaking bath she was worn out. He had been in rare form this morning. Her biggest problem was her friend should be coming any day now. Lord it had been a month already and they still couldn't get enough of each other. So much for that one-nighter she thought as she waited for her stop.

Preston arrived home and was thrilled she had agreed to come home with him the following weekend. He told his grounds crew last week he wanted the hot tub up and running every Sunday from now on and he planned to relax in it this afternoon. The cool air and the hot water sound like paradise to him. He looked over his room to see what she would see and wondered if it would meet her expectations. He hadn't brought a woman home for anything more than a dinner ever. That dinner hadn't been his idea either. He hadn't thought about what a woman would think of his home. If it wasn't good enough too bad, he didn't care, but now he does. He wanted Z to only think good things about the home he was offering her. 

Nothing had changed in at least twenty years. Everything was as his parents left it. It was all nice but outdated. Nothing like the hotels they were updated every few years. He'll have Lesley his designer come out and maybe add a few new pieces to the place. It was becoming a little shabby and stale to his eye. Mother has her friends come and go they never say anything about the place being shabby. Why would they? They got a free meal many nights a week. Their husbands are dead or off somewhere in the world with who knows who, and their children are grown and gone. They moved together in packs and most nights ended up at his place for dinner. He has the best cook according to them and doesn't mind feeding them. They keep his mother entertained and out in the world. 

The Chef was his addition to the household a few years back. His old cook was a crabby old woman with no imagination. That was fine for his father, but he wanted a meal he could enjoy when he came home. His new cook had been working in his best restaurant but couldn't keep up with the demands, so he offered her the job in his home and a room. She appears to be a happy camper. He was too the food bills were higher, but he didn't mind paying for quality. Plus, his mother enjoyed her friends being in their home. He wanted his mother to enjoy life she had been so unhappy before his father died and years later seeing her smile and laugh with her friends pleased him. She had been miserable long enough. Just like him. 

Z had her one meal of the day at lunch with Preston every day this week. She was saving money on groceries at least. Preston started hugging her and kissing as she met him at the table for lunch. On Wednesday he walked her to the hallway leading to her area hugged her and kissed her as the other women walked into the office. He waved goodbye and rode the service elevator up to the floor of his office leaving her to contend with her co-workers.

Z walked in and all eyes were on her. "He is the one who wants to date me and I'm not a fool," Z told the group. 

No one brought it up again and seemed to accept the situation as the day went on as usual. 

"So, what is my budget," Lesley asked after Preston made his request. 

"I think twenty thousand should make an impact, don't you?" Preston posed to her. "The only thing I like in my room is my bed frame. It is an antique. I would like to keep it," he told her. He had no idea where that headboard came from, he just knew he could tie Z to it, and it would be easier to keep it than explain why he wanted a slatted headboard or a four poster. He told her he would like a new bed maybe one of those fancy foam ones. He has heard that is good for sleeping but how is it for making love? 

The internet called him once he had Lesley situated with coming out to his place the next day. He sat and read the comments and quickly changed his mind. He chuckled at a few of the comments. Everyone sinks in and you have to fight the bed to move was the worst complaint. The problem was most people agreed they were great for sleeping but lousy for sex.

"Lesley never mind about the bed. I'll go out and find one I like," Preston told her voicemail. That was the best way to find what you want according to the site. Z was exhausting as it is, if he had to fight the mattress too, he would be dead at thirty-five he thought and smiled. "What a way to die," he said and got ready for his staff meeting. 

"Well you can go two ways," Steve told Preston. "One the cheap route or the more expensive to start with but in the long run much cheaper," Steve told him using his hand as a weight scale. 

"Ok explain," Preston asked he liked the sound of the second one. Steve loved to play the I'm so smart game. The problem is he was much smarter with IT, so Preston played along with him. He has the place wired with all kinds of sensors to keep the hotels and the occupants plus his car safe with monitors in the security area.

"OK you can buy the small scanners that store the information, or you can install a system that costs more but can scan, but also sort and store the different invoices. Over the next year, you can also have your vendors submit their bills in an e-mail form and it will sort and send them for payment automatically. It is quite a smart system that catches overbillings and duplicate billings. You will need fewer people because the system will make them redundant at least four or five of the workers quickly and in the long run you will only need one person to input the few paper bills you will receive. The program will do all the rest. So, in a year you will not need the room full of workers. Yes, it will cost more in the beginning, but you won't have the cost of the paychecks and insurance for what twelve workers. Without those costs it will pay for itself in six months or less," Steve finished his presentation.

"That sounds great but what about all the calls coming in every day."

"Peggy says they are mostly confirmation calls of receipt of a mail-in bill. With the computer, it will automatically send out a receipt of the bill via e-mail. Sure, you may have some technology-averse companies sending in paper bills but nothing like you have now. Those can be hand-fed into the system in seconds instead of having to type in each one on the computer. Plus, you will have a copy of the bill on file at your fingertips."

"So, I will have to find jobs for those women around here?"

"Sure, but you are hiring all the time. Finding them different jobs should be easy," The HR woman told him. "I have five or six openings right now that we can't find decent people to fill the position. A bunch of mindless twits are all that come in."

"Ok install the new more expensive system and Ruth you go down and start talking to the different women about the other openings and see if you can find people to fill them." He clapped his hands indicating the meeting was over. He was quite pleased with the outcome. That was a good suggestion Zarita made. 

Lesley sat waiting at Maureen's desk for the meeting to be over. She jumped up and smiled as he stepped out of the conference area. 

"Well, what do you think?" he asked as she followed him to his office. Stepping in she closed his door and took the seat in front of his desk. 

"I think you have a beautiful home. Do you need a wife?" she teased and flirted.

"I do, and I think I found her," he said dismissing her question. "So, what do you think of the place?" Preston asked putting her in her place. She was a beautiful woman but looked too high maintenance for him. His mother probably loved her and put her up to that question.

"You're right it needs some updating. Beautiful place and I have some thoughts on furniture placement, and I know of a nice store with items you would love."

"Good please have it done by Friday. Did you get my voicemail?"

"I did so no new bed. Your old one is twenty years old. You must sleep all over it you haven't made grooves." She noted.

"I don't sleep a lot," he told her he had way too many demons bugging him in his dreams. Except when he is with Z, but she doesn't let him sleep. At least not for long. Which hadn't bothered him he didn't sleep anyway. 

"Could it be your bed is uncomfortable?" she offered.

"It could be, and I will go out tonight and find a new bed. I looked it up on the internet and most people say go out and lay down on a few is the best way to find one. The feel of a bed is a personal thing," he told her sounding like he knew what he was talking about. He did he read it on the internet. 

"OK, so I have three days to redo your house. Nothing like a challenge." She told him and stood. "Your mother is delightful and excited about the changes you're asking for. May I replace some of the furniture in her room? She has worn some of the cushions thin on the chairs.

Preston blushed he hadn't been in his mother's room in years and yes it needed some updating back then. It wasn't like she moved to Siberia, and he never thought of her comfort. She can buy anything she wants. "Yes, please do, I haven't been in her room in years."

"She is far away from your room," Lesley said, and Preston took it as an accusation.

"She chose that room when my father and she fought years ago. She is not treated like the evil stepmother," Preston snaps at her. The woman was treated well so back off he thought. She chose to be that far away any further and she would be in the staff area. He felt she wanted to be out of his father's site, so he would forget about her or what she did. It may have been the only thing keeping her in the house. Out of sight out of mind. It was like a mother-in-law suite on the other side of the house.

"I didn't say that. All I said is that she could just use some more comfortable seating area," Lesley said not wanting to start a fight between them. She hadn't complained to her she had shown her; her room. 

"Sure, then find her a new soft foam bed that should work for her," Preston said, in this conversation overtone. She isn't having sex with anyone as far as he knows. If he gives some old fart a heart attack so be it.

"Ok perfect I'll get on with that and thank you for your confidence in me."

"Sure, I just don't want it to look like a lobby."

"No, I don't either. I'll have it done by 5:00 Friday night," she assured him.

"Perfect," Preston said stood and escorted her from the office.

He pulled out his phone and texted Z.

 I'm going new bed shopping tonight would you like to go. We could bounce around on beds all evening J

He sat and waited for a reply then realized he needed to go down for lunch his morning had flown by. He was shown quickly to his regular table when his phone pinged.

We'll talk- is all she wrote.

He hated it when she did this. He couldn't tell if she was mad about something or not. Stupid things set her off and he is usually the stupid thing. He looked up from the screen and saw her smile and knew he was OK. 

 "Hi sweetie how is your day going?" He asked and leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

"I'm good so what is going on with your bed?" Z asked as she sat down. They beat the crowd today and no one was around them.

"It is old and now that someone else is going to sleep in it I thought I would replace it. I'm also running late so we will have something simple for lunch. If you go with me, I will buy you dinner and take you home," Preston offered to sweeten the pot so she will go with him. Again, this is something he has never done before. Those jeans at Wal-Mart were a first purchase for him. Sadly, he was living such a sheltered life, but when you can pick up a phone and someone will come to you, why not was his attitude. 

 "Sure, but this time turn right and make the block," Z told him and took a menu from the waiter. She knew he had an adventure the first time. That was the main reason she took the bus home last time oh yeah and the thieves waiting for his car. 

"So, you will go?"

"Yes," she said as he took her hand and smiled.

"Good, I'll make a list of the mattress stores around here. I know I have seen one on my way home." He told her and checked out his menu. "I want something very comfortable, but those memory foam beds the people who have them say they aren't good for sex so those are out."

"So, you're planning to hump me at the store?" Z whispered sounding concerned. He can be so embarrassed when he thinks he is being cute.

"No, but I am going to lay on them and bounce and I hope you will join me." 

"You're going to embarrass me I can see it now," Z said and scanned the room looking for a convenient out. 

"I had no plans to, but I'll try to figure it out now," he told her and was acting like he was thinking very hard about how.

"I'm not going," she quipped back.

"You already said you would," he shot back sounding like a kid having a trip to Disney land canceled.

"Well, I'm a liar. You learn something new every day," she told him and looked around to see how many people had come in behind her. 

She made a quick subject change, "Trudy was arrested last night. I think Terence called the cops. She had like nine dope heads in her apartment. Maybe I will get a new good neighbor. Maybe a handsome normal guy will move in and sweep me away," Z teased and watched his expression drop as she spoke. She quickly realized that was the wrong way to tease this man.

"Well good for you. Maybe I'll meet someone at the mattress store who won't mind bouncing on a bed with me," he growled back.

"Yeah maybe so," she said looking hurt.

"Are you coming with me or not? I won't embarrass you. I just want some help picking out a good one."

"Ok I'll come, and I don't want another man either. You're too much already," she told him feeling bad he had just been playing and she dumped on him. 

"Thank you, that is because I bring it. So, no more Trudy?"

"Oh, who knows; you know how the jail is a revolving door. She will have to go home this time. I already told her she was not going to be living with me again. She burned that bridge with all those drugs and her friends." 

The sandwiches came fast after Preston told them to rush them. They ate quietly eyeing one another trying to decide if they could be trusted. She felt bad for being so mean. She knows he has trust issues and hopes one day he will explain why. She will make it up to him later and try to stop picking on him. How does someone with so much money carry his heart on his sleeve she doesn't know. A sheltered life is all she could come up with. A limited sheltered life. She has forced him to step out of his comfort zone, but he is still taking baby steps and teasing is not something he can deal with. 

"Preston I'm sorry, I go to being so mean when you piss me off. I didn't mean to hurt you, just to shut you up."

"Well, it worked. Just the thought of another man touching you," Preston said, and she watched his jaw clinch. 

 "No other man is going to be touching me. I didn't even want you to remember."

"True but I got under your skin."

"You got under something," she said and smiled hoping to ease the conflict. "So, do you think they will deliver your new bed in time for me to come over?"

"They better or I won't buy from them,"

"So, the memory foam isn't good for sexy nights?" Z asked trying to change the subject again. Preston went over the complaints he read on some sites as they finished their meal. She agreed they didn't want that kind of bed. Sometimes the bounce makes all the difference. They have to find a way to get along out of bed as much as they do in bed. Her being a bitch isn't helping his trust issues. 

She knows she is waiting for the next shoe to drop but she needs to stop forcing it. He may be the man she has been looking for and she is trying to sabotage them before the break-up happens. Maybe they won't break up. Maybe they can live happily ever after she thought watching him scan the restaurant unwilling to look at her after her last swipe.

"Preston I'm sorry."

"One of these days you're going to have to explain why you're so mean to me. And no I don't like it, but I do love you, and not just for your body," Preston told her still scanning the place. He didn't want to look her in her eyes.

She knew she had hurt him for no reason. "I think I have figured out why, so maybe tonight I'll tell you," she told him and reached out to touch his hand. He looked down at the connection and then into her eyes.

"I do love you and I'm sorry I haven't told you before." She told him. "I'm so glad you stole my wink."

A smile spread across his face "Thank you I'm glad I did too, and I do love you too. I'm glad to hear you're in love too because it feels terrible to be in love by myself," he told her and squeezed her hand. 

She wanted so badly to go sit in his lap and hold him instead she laced her fingers in his and just studied his eyes and smiled hoping to see the pain go away. 

"You can't take the rest of the day off?" He asked. She could see where his mind went. His eyes devoured her as she told him, "No but I will see you in four hours," she offered and squeezed his hand. Her friend was visiting still, he had been warned already.

A quick kiss in the hall and he was gone. 

They amazingly made a lot of progress for one lunch. She doesn't know whether Bentley's back seat may see some action tonight period or not. He has a nice plaid blanket in his trunk. She noticed it when he unloaded her groceries. It was like some old man would use it in his lap. Maybe they used it for his father when his old driver drove him around in the winter.