Heather Jenkins

"I am now, Heather. I don't know what happened, I don't know how she got in here, wifey. She wanted to know everything about you, I couldn't tell her much more than your occupation."

"Hubby, there isn't much to my occupation," I caressed his cheek. "You want to go to the party now, are you done with your paperwork?"

"What paperwork?"

***

On the way back to his condo, Declan laid down on the seat of the limo with his head in my lap. We didn't say anything, I just sat there stroking his hair until we got home. He told me that he just wanted to go to bed, so I tucked him in and went to the kitchen. The girls were talking to each other, stopping when I came in. "I'm not much of a psychiatrist, but I think Kat's got a post-hypnotic suggestion implanted in Declan."

"We agree," Loren nodded. "She must have called him on his regular cell from a number we haven't blocked yet. We'll get to the bottom of it, ma'am."

"You'd better, or I'll be taking your scrawny behinds over my knee!"

I should have known it was coming, Shania and Loren both perked up. "Yes, please?"

"Isn't there anyone in your group finds my threats of spanking scary?" I asked.

"No, not really," Kelsey said. "You can't even threaten them with docking their pay. Once they signalled their want to become surrogates instead of assistants, Loren and Shania willingly give up their paychecks."

"We already get everything we need," Loren shrugged.

"Keep Declan safe when I'm not here," I said.

"We will, ma'am," Kelsey promised. "I think you'll make an excellent wife for Declan, I've never seen him more alive than he was tonight."

I could tell that Kelsey was educated, but her little slip could have been just a slip. I had always been picky with my words, so Kelsey saying 'you'll' instead of 'you'd' had significance to me. "I can't claim all of his happiness, Kelsey," I countered.

"Yes, you can," Loren said. "Anything else for tonight, ma'am?"

"Yeah, I need a good bottle of white wine and a tablet."

While I was slipping into some pajamas in the spare bedroom, Loren brought me a bottle of white wine, a glass, and both a tablet computer and a paper tablet with a pen. I gave her a peck on the cheek as thanks and went into Declan's bedroom.

There was enough city light coming through the windows to find my way around the bedroom. I sat at the small table in the corner of the room and turned the tablet on. I wasn't surprised to find it updated with the work I had been doing in my auditing room, and gave a silent thanks to whomever had been entering that data for me.

About four, I crawled into bed with Declan. He snuggled into me and my brain settled down enough to enjoy it before I fell asleep.

While I could have gone without sleep, waking up to Declan sucking on my cock was absolutely marvelous. He took my ejaculation warning as a sign to deep-throat me and let me shoot my cum directly into his stomach.

I got a kiss that tasted of me before he left to run his company. Loren was fixing breakfast when I made it to the kitchen. She had a wicked way of dicing fresh fruit that absolutely amazed me.

Hayley showed up the instant I pulled my phone out to call her. I managed to give Loren a kiss before Hayley did her magic and we were in my living room before I could blink.

After Hayley gave me a daughterly kiss and vanished into thin air, I took stock of my situation. There was nobody in my house. I went upstairs to check the bedroom that Kimberly's team had been using to rest, and it was empty.

Every article of my clothing was folded or hung, my house spic and span. I was alone. No creepy Suburban idled in my driveway, my remote for the warehouse garage door placed back in my Pontiac where it belonged.

A Suburban did start following me when I drove out of my neighborhood, pulling into my warehouse parking area before I closed the door. Kimberly got out just as I did and we met at the staircase. "Good morning," I offered.

"Good morning," she replied. "Heather, I'm not in a good mood, so the pleasantries can be put aside."

"What did I do to you, Kimberly?"

"You were nice to me," she replied. "For a moment I thought I might actually be completed, my time and energy and patience rewarded with a future and a family, but I can't have that now."

"Why not?"

"Can we please just get this audit done?" Kimberly pleaded.

"I won't be able to concentrate with you being in such an emotional state," I explained. "Just tell me what's wrong."

"Except for my reserve security team, I'm alone. Starr took off for reasons unknown but she's probably scared you'll steal her tits. For as much a believer that she is, you would think she knows that can't happen."

"I'm not going to steal any woman's tits," I promised. "There's a lot of ritual involved, and there has to be want by both parties."

"Well, it isn't the first time that it has happened," Kimberly retorted. "In any case, my surrogate is gone, and my surrogate surrogates are gone, and I can't have kids, so I won't have a family. Life sucks."

"I'm sure Declan will have no problems with you and I being involved," I said.

"You don't understand!" Kimberly took off up the stairs, going into my auditing area. When I finally caught up to her, she was on the far side of the sanctum. She waited for me to get closer, and put her hand up. "I'm going to show you how things are and why we cannot be together."

That lit off the angry boiler in the back of my mind. "We are together now."

"Don't get mad, just listen." Kimberly drew two big circles on the whiteboard, labelling one 'BSP' and the other 'Birch.'

"This is Birch Industries you're referring to?" I asked.

Kimberly nodded. "These two entities are some of the biggest money in the world. Brookstone Pointe was just formed recently, combining a bunch of smaller companies and other industrial interests."

"I'm with you." I knew BSP was mostly an entertainment and beauty company with some industry on the side, but Kimberly was filling in some of the blanks on the periphery of my spreadsheets.

Kimberly drew pie slices into the 'Birch' circle, then a circle connecting three of the slices. "The slices represent Birchs' Research, Development and Production divisions. The circle connecting parts of those divisions is the American arm of Birchs' RDaP. That arm is run by Johann Birch."

Now, that was interesting. "That's something new and unique," I offered.

Janine drew a dotted line between 'Birch RDaP' and 'Brookstone Pointe.' Beside the 'Brookstone Pointe' circle she drew a line and labelled it 'Declan Sagemueller.' on the far outside of the 'Birch' circle, she drew another line and labeled it 'Kimberly Pulanski.'

"Where do I fit in this little diagram?" I asked. Kimberly drew a line from 'Brookstone Pointe' and labeled it with my name. "I'm in this position because I seduced Declan?"

"To be more accurate, Declan in on this diagram because of you. He decided to fully join Brookstone Pointe because of you. You opened his eyes to what was going on around him, and instead of being content to help from the sidelines, he's all in."

"Where would I have ended up had I not gotten involved with Declan?" I asked.

"I was recruiting you for Birch Industries. My job offer would have been for a accountant or chief accountant liaising between Birch headquarters and Birch America. I am involved because numbers are the commonaility to entice you with job and family, marriage, and happily ever after."

"So why can't we be together?" I asked.

Kimberly paused, ordering her thoughts. I thought I could hear bits and pieces of what she was mentally sorting through. "As a whole, the main bodies of BSP and Birch Industries don't get along. Birch is old money and old magic, a clan going way back to...a long time. BSP is newer magic, new money, and new ideas. The core beliefs are the same, the way things get done varies widely."

"So Birch Industries is the phonograph and BSP is the MP3 player?" I asked.

"You misunderstand me. Birch is the drum made from animal skins that the Ancient Egyptians beat in their palaces and Brookstone Pointe is the music player implanted in your head. We are talking millenia, not decades."

Holy shit, no wonder there wasn't any love lost between them. "So where do you fit in?" I asked.

"I solved a big problem for Birch Industries. Dozens of people working in a room like this, and I came up with the answer. My reward was going to be the ability to use company resources to start my family. Instead of having to go out and hit the dating scene, kiss some frogs and hope they turned into princesses, the company would help me find who I was looking for, set my family up with jobs and housing and live a life. BSP helped with vetting and security on this side of the pond."

"What's changed?"

"Declan has been searching too, and probably would not have come across you if we hadn't gone to Pittsburgh. I was told that he expressed interest in you pretty much the second he saw you."

"Janine had actually told Declan to expect me to cross his path two days ago. Maybe both of us were supposed to meet him, but you and Starr were involved." Yes, there was that little tidbit.

Kimberly blushed. "There was that. Nadia didn't even tell me you had gone home with Declan until the following morning. That was right before she and Shehzadi handed in their resignations."

"Because they didn't want to share me with Declan," I nodded. "Is that why you don't want to try now? You don't want to share me with a male?"

"Declan wouldn't allow it," Kimberly shook her head. "His main assistants are male, most of his staff is male, and he only tolerates his surrogates because they might give him children. The surrogates are mostly relegated to errands and menial tasks, stuff his male assistants are too good for. Declan is a primary and since I'm still technically a primary, I know he won't want me around."

"That doesn't really jive with what I've seen. Declan outfits his women assistants like models, and has spent thousands of dollars doing so," I countered.

"Life for Declan's surrogates isn't as good as it is for the male assistants that work directly for him. Those women may think that they're getting spoiled because they have no frame of reference," Kimberly explained. "That comes from being suddenly thrust into wealth instead of being born into it, I suppose."

"I don't know, Kimberly. I've got a few dollars in the bank and I don't waste it."

"So do I, Heather. But there's a difference between having earned that money yourself and suddenly having hundreds of thousands suddenly showered on you. Declan's girls think they have the world, but they don't really see what their male counterparts have."

"You're basing this on what? Rumor, gossip?"

"Things I hear. Like I said, Birch and BSP are completely separate entities for the most part. I rated important person status for a while, but that's coming to a close once you finish here. In addition to Nadia and Shehzadi taking off, the other six women assigned to me transferred out. I'm working with two security staff now, and the situation will stay that way until you finish your job."

"Why wouldn't they provide another security force?" I asked. "Birch or BSP?"

"The FBI is keeping an eye on you," Kimberly shrugged. "Janine is afraid too many new faces will alert them. Unless BSP or Birch are using cloaked guardians without my knowledge, nobody else is around."

"Weird. I am going to tell Declan you are staying with me. That is, if you want to stay with me."

"More than anything," Kimberly nodded.

"Good, let's get to work."

We got off to a slow start, Kimberly having a little trouble with some of the compressed formatting that I was using, but we eventually got back into sync. We finished another year of papers, the NLA getting more complex as the organization grew.

Kimberly followed me home, but didn't come inside. I had to settle for a peck on the cheek before Hayley whisked me away. We ended up in the lobby of an office, the name 'Sagemueller Enterprises' on the wall in big metal letters. "We're in Atlanta, Declan's here for the night. See you in the morning."

I went to the door, stopping when I heard the grunting coming from inside. I took a peek, and was surprised with what I saw. Declan was bent over one of the tables, pants down around his ankles. There was a man pumping Declan from behind and doing it fast. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I knew the man was showing Declan a good time. Their groans finally reached a crescendo, the man pulling out of Declan a moment later.

"Thank you so much, Declan, I really needed that. I wish we could have done that years ago."

"Me too, Fredrick. I wasn't really up to it until now," Declan sighed.

I saw the man re-insert Declan's butt plug and give him a swat on the behind. "Good to go, sir."

There was the jingling of belt buckles, and I darted over to the other side of the desk and into the waiting area. A man, I assumed it was Frederick, came out of the office two minutes later. "Can I help you , ma'am?" he asked in a snotty tone.

"Yes, I'm here to see Declan," I replied.

"Mister Sagemueller is quite busy, ma'am. May I suggest an appointment next time?"

"Frederick, this is my wife," Declan said from the doorway. "Come in, wifey."

I followed Declan into his office, closing the door behind us. "I'm sorry," I said.

"You got here early," Declan pulled me into a hug. "How much did you see?"

"Pretty much all of it," I admitted.

"Please don't get upset."

"I'm not upset, Declan. I have Loren and Shania, remember?"

Declan sighed. "That was the first time that Frederick and I..."

"You don't have to justify yourself, hubby. I wasn't alone this afternoon, either. If you think we should keep the sex with others out of sight, I can agree with that."

"I'd like you to watch," Declan pulled back and gave me an evil grin. "Forgive me if I don't want to watch you."

"Okay," I nodded.

"So, who were you with?"

"Kimberly, she was a mathematician sent to recruit me," I replied. "I'd like her to join the family."

Declan mulled over that for a moment. "All right, but she doesn't stay with us in the apartment, not even my surrogates stay there. Kimberly and her detail can stay in another apartment in the building in Pittsburgh, and we'll foot the bill for her, okay?"

"You'll be footing the bill, Declan," I pointed out.

"We'll be paying the bill, okay? Make it clear to her that you and I are the primaries, together as hubby and wifey."

"Declan, you and I aren't married," I protested.

"Not yet," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "So, do you want to see the Atlanta house?"

Declan took me out to an extravagant restaurant with an area for ballroom dancing. He also introduced me to several of his business associates, all men, and all undressing me in their minds. I don't think they were picturing me with a pecker.

When we finally got back to his house, we went straight to the bedroom and made love to each other. More accurately, I made love to him, because Declan didn't want to penetrate me. I chose the missionary with me on top just so I could see the wonder in his eyes when I gave him an orgasm.

The next morning, Declan proposed. We were at the breakfast table in just our robes and he whipped out a box with a large diamond in a platinum setting and got down on his knees in front of me. I said yes, but wondered what I was getting myself into. After slipping the ring on my finger, Declan parted my knees and gave me an amazing blow job before trotting off to take a shower.

Wanting to keep Declan thinking of me all day, I joined him in the shower. Making a good show of washing his cock, I couldn't get him hard at all. When I bent Declan over and stuck my cock in him, he got an erection, and I at least got to give him a reach-around orgasm before I finally got off again.

Kimberly seemed happy with the news that Declan had followed my suggestion about her joining the family, even though she didn't have a surrogate anymore. Over lunch, I called Loren to see if she could secure an apartment for Kimberly, and she told me that it was already taken care of.

Hayley came directly into the auditing sanctum that evening. I couldn't read her reaction when I showed her the ring Declan had given me, but she seemed happy. Kimberly left in her Suburban, and Hayley whisked me away to where Declan was today, San Antonio, Texas.

Today Declan was being fucked by a secretary named Matthew, and he looked very content being filled up by Matthew's cock. Declan had a surprise ready, another assistant named Charles wanted a closer introduction to me.

Charles led me into a furnished bedroom suite attached to Declan's office. Without a word, he completely undressed me and pushed me onto the bed. Dropping only his trousers, he lubed up his cock and took ahold of my feet. He pulled me to him, slipping his cock into me as he placed my feet on his shoulders.

He wiggled his hips to get that last bit of his cock into me, and hit my g-spot. The sigh I let out was unmistakable, and he smiled down at me. Then he withdrew from me, stayed out just long enough to let me feel empty, and pushed back into me. As he went in and out, he was gradually building up the pressure in my prostate and I blew. My cock spurted cum up into my face, my tits, then just started dribbling out on my stomach.

Charles just kept on going, smiling down at me while he kept pumping in and out of my ass. I had another orgasm while he was shooting his hot jizz way up inside me. Then he pulled out of me, cleaned his cock off with a handi-wipe, zipped up and left. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but my insides felt really good from being fucked like that. I just wished that it had been Declan doing the fucking.

My orgasm-high finally wore off, and I sat up on the bed, eyes looking for the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet, letting Charles' jizz pour out of me. Declan poked his head into the bathroom while I was still thinking about what was going on. "Hey babe," I waved him over

"Hey," he came over and knelt in front of me. "You got a little on you, babe."

He was talking about the dried cum on my body. "Yeah, it was fun. All this is mine, Charles was very nice."

"Just nice?"

"What, do you want me to tell you that he fucked me hard and good and my insides are still quivering?" I asked

"Yes."

"I wished it could have been you, hubby," I put my hand on his face.

"Heather," he sighed. "I'm not like that, I don't think I ever have been. That first night showed me that I want to get all the cock, not give it. If you want to stay, I will gladly be your bottom, and suck you on a moment's notice, but not me inside you. I'm sorry."

"Declan..."

"Charles was good right?" He asked with a smile. "Can't we have our relationship, our marriage like that? You do me."

"And Matthew does you," I pointed out. "And Frederick."

"We can be monogamous, I can accept that if you give up women lovers. You'll be the only cock that goes in me, and if you need some cock, I'm sure Charles would love to hang around."

"That's not monogamy."

"Just think of him as a toy. He won't be paid, he's not getting paid. He just wants to have a good time, and he thinks you are a good time, Heather."

"So let me get this straight: You will give up all male lovers if I give up all female lovers. You will only have sex with me, but I can have sex with Charles?"

"You'll make love to me. There's a difference. Think of Charles as your living, breathing, dildo," Declan said.

"I can't do that, Declan. To me, the female form is...art. I can't stop going to that museum, I'm sorry."

There was a flash of something in his face. I couldn't tell if it was anger or fear, but it left as fast as it came. "All right, Heather, I'll accept that. I do love you.." He got off his knees and held out his hand to help me up. "I've got to fly to Paris in an hour, but I'll be back Friday." I got a kiss and a fond squeezing of my cock, then he was gone.