United and Dangerous by Cherie Benjamin (best android ereader TXT) 📖

a wonderful job of redesigning the old hotel into apartments for each of the girls.  Portia had decided early on to live at the hotel.  She didn’t want to live in the house that she and Sebastian shared.  There had been too much pain suffered in that house, so, when Sebastian disappeared, she moved all her stuff, sold all his belongings, and sold the house.  She had spoken with Simon and he, too, wanted nothing to do with the house.  So, instead of moving in with his mother, he rented an apartment conveniently located in Maggie’s building. 

Portia’s apartment was the largest in the building and she had chosen her own colors and decor, unlike when she lived with Sebastian.  Everything had to be Sebastian’s way and she couldn’t pick out anything without his approval.  Shopping for her apartment had been so much fun.  It was nice not to have to worry about someone else’s opinion. 

The apartment had been finished with a blond hardwood floor, and painted in soft mint green walls with eggshell trim.  With the exceptionally tall windows, she had hung a beige damask fabric.  The furniture included a two drawer cabinet in white, a beautiful chaise in white and lilac, and an off-white sofa, with various colored throws.  In all, it truly reflected Portia’s femininity.  It was soft, yet the use of various colors were warm and inviting. 

She collected her English Brook tea service and placed a crystal plate of sugar cookies that she had baked this morning with some of the girls on the tray. 

Oh how she loved supporting the girls in her care.  Each one had a heartfelt story of how they came to fall into the grips of the Morotti family prostitution ring.  When they were first asked to stay at the hotel, they were leery that it was some type of trap, but Portia reassured them it was not.  Portia spoke with them, encouraging them to realize that they were all victims of circumstances.  All of the girls were taken to various clinics, spas, as well as counselors that were affiliated with the family.  After getting back on their feet, some of the girls had contacted their real families and were welcomed to return home, while others had nowhere else to go.  The new family leaders had furnished Portia with not only housing, but also technical and educational support to train the young women to join the workforce in various jobs.  They were informed that these opportunities were theirs for the taking with the promise that they would no longer turn to prostitution. 

Ara had contacted Portia early on and asked if she thought some of the girls might like working at the new club that would be opening.  When Portia asked, several of the girls jumped at the chance.  Even with all the training, some of the girls just couldn’t get it, but they were excited about the chance to dance at the new club or be one of the servers.  Portia was concerned about the girls working in a nightclub, where the opportunity may lead them to other things, but one of them said.  “Some people in life are made to do certain jobs; I was one of them.  I know that I am good at dancing and I enjoy doing it.  Why do something you hate day in and day out?”  After that day, Portia listened more to the girls and learned that perhaps the girl had been right and she wanted each girl to happy. 

Portia walked back into the living room and set the tray on the table.  Pouring each person a cup and tea, and sat down. 

“Thank you, Portia, this is wonderful.”  Ara said as she sipped on her delicious English tea and taking a bite into the perfectly balanced sugar cookie, with creamy frosting.  “These are delicious.”

“Thank you, caro.”

Ara sat her cup down and reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper.  “I know you have been contacted by the police that both Kurtus and Sebastian were on a ship that went down at sea.” 

“Yes.  I should have received an academy award for my grieving wife and mother performance.”  Portia snickered.

“I would have loved to have seen it.  So here are their death certificates, you are now free to do whatever you want.  Sebastian left everything to Kurtus and, in case of Kurtus’ death, then it all comes to you.”

Portia thought for a moment that she didn’t want any part of the asshole who had made all of her adult a living hell, but she thought Why the fuck not?

“Ara, thank you and your family for making sure that Sebastian got what he deserved.  And, Elizabeth, I know I can’t say anything that makes the pain less painful, but I truly am sorry about what he did to your sister and your family.”

“Thank you, Portia.”  Elizabeth said, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

“Portia, we have hired a General Manager for Solar Eclipse and I was wondering if you would like to come in and meet with him and tell him about the women that have shown interest in working at the club.”

“I would love to.  I have the resumes of all the girls and headshots for him to take a look at.  They are in my office.  Come, I will show you what I have put together.”  Ara and Elizabeth followed Portia to her office.  It was down the hall from the living room, and was beautifully appointed.  Two walls were painted a soft beige with an accent wall of baby blue.  The accent wall contained a large white bookcase that matched the white desk.  It truly reflected its owner.  Portia pulled out the notebook she had put together on the girls.  Each girl had a profile shot along with a resume. 

“Oh, Portia, Carmine will be very pleased with this.  We are very excited to have him on board as the manager.  He has also brought along his father to assist him.  They have worked together as a team for many years and have had great success with any endeavor they have worked on.”  Ara declared.

“Is he a member of a family?”  Portia asked, wondering if he was part of the Leone family that she had not heard about.

“No, he is not.  But he is a trained Dominant.”

“Oh.”  Portia responded quietly. 

“Yes, but before we hired him we requested a very detailed report from the LA community and they sent it along with letters from all his submissives.  He has an impeccable background.”

“If you say that he is okay, I trust you on that.  I know that some of the girls do enjoy that type of lifestyle.”  Portia said.

“Portia, I have a wonderful idea; would you mind allowing Rosa to come in and do a beginners submissive class for those women who have expressed an interest?  That way they will be familiar with the rules and what is expected of them.”

“Do you think she would consider it, caro?”

“I am positive she would.  She actually conducts classes at Diamond Knotts once a month.”

“I forget that she is a submissive.”  Portia confessed.  “Nazario is such a wonderful man and I can see how much he adores and loves Rosa; I guess I don’t think of them that way.”

Ara knew what Portia was alluding to; “Portia, Sebastian was not a dominant, he was an evil controlling bastard.  In a true Dominant/submissive relationship it is not the man who holds the power, but the woman.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  I am assuming that you were not aware that I am submissive.”  Ara questioned.

Portia eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.  She had no idea that the Donna of the family was a submissive.  How could that be?  “How?”  Portia asked.

“I have known I was a submissive for years; I actually taught myself the rules and mannerisms.  Kane is my first and only Dominant.”

“But why?  Why would you allow someone to beat you like that?”

“Portia, that is not a true Dominant/submissive relationship.  Look, why don’t you go sit in one of the training sessions and you will see what I am talking about?”

“I will think about it.”  Portia mumbled.  Could there be another way?

“As much as I would love to stay, I need to get back to the office.”  Ara proclaimed.

“Oh, that is right, the big meeting in Vegas is coming up.”

“Yes and everyone we invited has said that they are coming, so we need to make sure we don’t put people who hate each other in rooms that are next to one another or next to each other at the dinner table.”  Ara chuckled.  Portia stood and hugged her pseudo daughter, as well as Elizabeth as they departed.

 

 

Elizabeth was extremely busy with planning the details for gathering intel on Roberto Cortez.  What made the job difficult was, not only did he live in Colombia, but he was in the states a lot doing modeling for BOSS.  That was something they couldn’t seem to understand.  Most people want to stay under the radar, but Roberto loved being in the limelight.  She was planning to use his obvious arrogance against him.

As she worked, she felt her anxiety rising.  She knew Sean was flying in this evening.  Over last few weeks he had spent an enormous amount of time in the air, flying back and forth between Boston and Seattle.  Each time he came they went out to dinner, they’d take long walks along Pike Place, talk for hours, and had some very heated make out sessions.  They had kissed and dry humped, but Sean never tried to push it past that point.  And when he had to leave to go back to Boston, she would become frustrated, emotionally and sexually.  That Irish lad had won over her heart and soul, so, tonight, she was going to let him know she was ready to proceed further into their relationship.  Fuck that, she was going jump his fine ass and ride him into next week.

She had gone to the spa and had the works done.  By the time she left, there had not been one inch of her body that had not been touched in some way, shape, or form.  The next stop was the lingerie shop, where she had taken her bonus check and purchased a shit load of sexy lingerie.  The set for their first time was an emerald green bra and panty set that reminded her of Sean’s eyes when he was aroused. 

The times when they had been dry humping, she could feel the outline of his cock and she hoped it was a glorious as it felt.  She also purchased several other sets, for the days and weeks to come. 

Sean was in the air again, making his way back across the states to his love.  He had rushed home to take care of some problems.  He would so glad to see the Coven team take care of Roberto; his organization had been causing nothing but problems over the last few months and his tactics were getting more vicious than ever before.  Two of his men had been ambushed outside one of the warehouses and killed, the warehouse was emptied of a shipment of guns. Damn that fucking asshole.  But what kept him from going off the deep end, was the lovely red-headed lass in Seattle.  Everything about her called out to him; he knew that she was the one for him.  Elizabeth was going to be his wife as soon as his he could convince her to accept. 

It had taken every bit of his self-resolve to not to push their relationship further than kissing and rubbing against one another, but he didn’t know how much more his poor dick could take.  He was hard all the fucking time and, no matter how many times he rubbed one out, it wasn’t enough.  It needed to be in that hot pussy.  Fuck, hard again. 

Elizabeth dressed in her lingerie and a dark green wrap dress and fuck me heels. 

She had told the hair dresser that she