The Choice Ch. 15

A dream, A fantasy or maybe somewhere a reality. Safe Sex Always

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The day becomes very busy and we work through to dinner. Daniel and I hire our screenwriter, a young man who has written two hit plays and one hit movie. His name is Blake and he is tall with a good build, light brown hair and hazel eyes. His dick jumps every time he looks at Anna. I laugh at him.

After a great deal of discussion, it is dinnertime. I ask them to stay, but Daniel has already made plans with Blake for a work dinner. I ask them if they want dinner in the office, but they say they will have dinner out and then return to work more. Daisy and Andrew join us for dinner and the five of us have a really good time eating and talking. Brian has prepared most of the meal, which is porterhouse steak, with twice whipped potatoes and vegetables and flounder wrapped in paper. I eat some steak and fish and realize this boy can cook.

Daisy tells me that Brian has even taught her a few things. Dessert is chocolate candy hand made by Brian with nuts. It is delicious. "you should be working in a five star restaurant." Anna nods, "You are so good."

Brian blushes and says, "The only one I want to cook for is you Mistress and Anna. You are my family now."

I am one lucky black bitch and I'm telling you now I have absolutely nothing to ever complain about. This boy and this girl touch every facet of my heart and how I got to be this lucky, I haven't a clue. The angels are watching over me.

We play music and Brian dances with Anna and Rebecca while Andrew and I dance. I miss Sir. Dancing with him is like dancing on air, but Andrew is a smooth dancer. We change partners as Try A Little Tenderness comes over the stereo and Brian takes me in his arms. He sings very well and dances closely with me. It's like he's making love to me as he holds me. "I like having you in my arms." He says, "Only two more days before I am hoping you allow me in between your thighs, Mistress."

I say, "You were so meek when you were with Sir Richard, now you are so strong, what's changed." He holds me tighter. "Being with you. I adore you. Sir Richard told me that I was a switch; I could either be a Dom or a sub, but I choose to be a sub." I am beginning to understand him. He grinds up against me letting me feel his hardness.

"May I kiss you." He asks. I say, "No. Not now, and if you don't stop, I may spank you." I say.

"Please Mistress, please." He begs so prettily that I know that tonight I'm taking him into the playroom. Later when I put Rebecca in her room with a kiss and Anna is watching television I say to Brian. "Meet me in the playroom naked on your knees in five minutes." He obeys.

I go into my bedroom and return wearing Crotchless panties and a black bra. I slip a black see through nightgown over this. I am over heated. I go to Anna who is watching television while lounging on the couch. I grab her and pull her up startling her in the process. I shut off the television with the remote and press my mouth on hers. I rip off the nightgown she is wearing and take her hand and take her to her bed. I strap her hands in. She looks at me wide eyed as I undress leaving just the panties on and then thrust my head into her sex. I am eating her like a mad man. "Mistress, oh, my."

"Shut up." I order and she grows silent. I eat her pussy relishing in it. She comes silently biting her lip. I go into the playroom where Brian is kneeling and get my strap on. I don't look at him and then I strap on and go back into Anna. I open her legs and thrust into her, mauling her breasts. She gasps, but remains silent. "You may speak." I say. "Mistress, oh, fuck me please. This is so good." She begs and I do her hard. I want her to come before I go in that room and beat the insolence out of him. I do have feelings about this boy, but he needs to know it is not a given.

I fuck into Anna and suck her tits. I leave marks on her body. I want her marked. She moans and groans and I fuck into her finally I untie her and she wraps her arms around me as I thrust into her. "You are my bitch Anna, all mine. You belong to me body and soul."

"Yes Mistress I do, fuck me, fuck meeee." She screams and comes as I capture her tongue. "You are all mine forever!" I pull out of her and take off the strap on. I untie her. I lie back on the bed and she gets between my legs. I wrap my legs around her head and as she puts three fingers and her mouth on my sex, I come and hold her to me. She stays there. "Suck me for a while Anna." She does and runs her hands to my nipples. I hold her head to my sex. "I love you sweetheart." I say. "I love everything about you. I love that you are always here between my thighs when I need you. I love that you let me be myself. I love you and don't you ever forget it or doubt it." I come in her mouth again.

After, I kiss her lips I get up and go to the playroom where Brian awaits. I have calmed and good thing. I am glad that we no longer have whips and canes in the playroom because I would have used one or both on him. He is kneeling with his eyes lowered and his arms outstretched in supplication. You may be wondering why. He reminds me of me when I first met Sir, the cockiness, the submissiveness, but in reality not quite so submissive. He knows what he wants and what he wants is me and he cannot have all of me. My heart and my loyalty belong to Sir then Anna. He is new here and he has to learn patience.

"Look at me!" I order and he looks up. "Sit up on your heels." He obeys. "Do you know why you are being punished?" He looks at me and I can see that he knows and he smiles; that beautiful damn smile. "You are punishing me because we both know that I am in love with you, that I want all of you and I am new here and I cannot have you. You are punishing me because you've always known this and Mistress I want you to punish me. I am in love with you and I lied last night. I had already fallen. Every day I stared at your picture. I've memorized every line of your face, so yes, please punish me and then love me."

I pick up the flogger and I use it on his back and his buttocks. He does not cry out. He smiles. Finally, I stop and I go to him and kneel on the floor, that is when he breaks down and big tears fall from his blue eyes. I hold him. Fuck the next two days I know he's going to fuck me tonight.

I call Andrew and he helps me with him to the elevator and up to his room. Andrew helps me clean him up and put him in bed. He takes painkillers and he sleeps in my arms. I fall asleep, but as the sun comes up, I feel him between my legs licking and sucking. He takes off my nightgown and bra and suckles my nipples, teasing them. He removes the panties and laughs. His chest is smooth and his body tight. His erection is between my legs like a baseball bat and I know that he's going to really fuck me hard.

Brian opens my legs and he kisses my neck. His mouth sucks on my earlobe and he says to me, "I know you love Sir and Anna, but I know you love me and you'll tell me in time. You loved me the moment you saw me. I knew it when I held you in my arms and we danced. You are everything to me and no matter what happens and what choices you make; I will be with you and love you." He puts the tip inside me and I brace myself. Slowly he moves inside of me and I push back. "Ah, Mistress, your pussy is so tight but it fits around my dick like a glove. Mistress, yes, I knew it would be like this." He captures my lips and pushes all the way in and we start to fuck. I meet him thrust for thrust. I'm still angry with him but I want him and I am soaking wet.

"You are so fucking cocky. You think you know me." Tears stream down my face.

"Yes, I know you." He says, "Even when I was with my other Mistress I knew you were out there somewhere." He thrusts inside of me. I spank his sore behind and he smiles, "Yes, make it hurt, but that won't stop me from loving you." He thrusts again and again and I'm falling down, down into him. He takes my hands and puts them above my head and holds them as he moves his hips this way and that. I am rising and falling and coming once, twice, but he is still grinding into me. This is his fuck, Brian is marking his territory and I am his. Finally he comes deep inside of me and he stills. His forehead on mine.

"I love you and I will try to behave." He kisses me and I grab his head and press my mouth on his, "I care about you. You cannot be like this with me, not yet and not now. I can never be yours completely."

He shakes his head sadly, "I know that, but a part of you will from today always belong to me."

He's right, but I will not admit it, not yet. I try to get up, but he wraps his arms around me. I don't want him to cuddle with me, it's too intimate, but I do and his arms around me feel protective. "I will guard you with my life. I will always be here no matter what. "He kisses my shoulder and I sleep with him.

The days fly by and I take Brian shopping and buy him a few more suits including one custom made and a tuxedo since he will need it on the Queen Mary 2. Friday arrives and Sir is due back around eight. I have spoken to him several times and he is in good spirits, so is Rachel who has spoken to Rebecca.

I take some time and spend the night with her. She is due to leave soon and I tell her she may return anytime she wishes. Brian joins us in bed and eats her pussy and fucks me again. Anna is busy in our office and she works late one night with Daniel and Blake. She is having a good time and is exceptionally understanding about Brian and she loves eating his semen out of my pussy.

It is 9:30 and Sir still isn't home. I call the company and learn that the plane is delayed. At 10:00 I get a call from Simon. He tells me that he is on his way home. I ask to speak to Sir, but he hangs up. He arrives with two men from the company that own and services the plane, two men from the FAA and two police officers. Simon has called Andrew and Daisy and they arrive. It is 11:30 and Simon takes me into the office with the men and Andrew and Daisy and he tells me the news. Sir's plane has crashed and Rachel has been taken to the hospital, but Sir...He has trouble saying it, "Sir was killed in the crash" He bursts into tears. I look at him, not understanding. Andrew comes to me and holds me and it hits me. "No, no, no, where's my husband?" I ask looking around frantically. "no, no absolutely no!" I stand and pace back and forth and then I scream and wail as this news hits my brain.

Brian comes downstairs followed by Anna and Rebecca and I yowl and cry and beat my breasts. This can't be happening, we were going to London, we were going to be together forever. It's not his time. I am frantic and I scream his name and then I collapse. Brian takes me into his arms and cradles me. Simon calls Dr. Heart and I find myself in my bed with Anna and Brian by my side. Dr. Heart gives me drugs and I fall into a deep sleep.

The next day I awake to find them both sleeping on the floor by my be, I get up and know what Sir would expect from me. I am all cried out. Andrew and Daisy are here, they tell me that Dr. Heart had Rachel moved to Lenox Hill Hospital which is near me. I call the hospital and find out that Rachel has come out of surgery. I go into Rebecca's room and she is awake and dressed. I tell her that we are going to the hospital since legally I am Rachel's next of kin and I pay all her expenses. I dress and we take a cab the 10 blocks. Dr. Heart meets us and tells me that she has two broken legs and a broken arm and a concussion.

Dr. Heart says that she told him that Sir saved her life by putting his body in front of hers. She is in a private room and I have papers to sign. I send Rebecca into her. Dr. Heart says to me, "Rachel's afraid you will blame her. I want to tell you that Sir never felt anything. Also he told me that in the event of his death he wanted you to know that he only had a year to live. He had a brain tumor. He didn't want you to know until the end."

I want to scream at this news, God took away my year. I am angry but I hold it together. "I want to see his body."

"Mrs. S. you cannot. I've already followed his wishes and he's been cremated. He only wants you to plan his memorial service. He's left instructions." Dr. Heart says.

I slap Dr. Heart. "He was my husband, not yours. How dare you cremate him without me seeing my husband? How dare you not tell me that he was dying?" Dr. Heart holds me. "He told me and his lawyer, I'm very sorry, I asked him to tell you, but you know how he was, how proud he was. He wouldn't want you to see him at his worse. Go see Rachel, Evan Stevens, his lawyer will be to see you later today." He kisses my cheek. Tears run down my face and he hands me a handkerchief. I wipe my face. Rachel needs me to be strong.

I take a deep breath and go into her room. She looks small and weak in the bed like a broken doll. She has a black eye and her arm and legs are in casts, her legs hanging up. Rebecca is holding her hand. "Mistress may I stay with her?" Rebecca asks. I say, "let's get her some things first, then I'll arrange for a larger room and you can sleep here in the hospital with her and help take care of her while I make arrangements."

"Thank you Mistress." Rebecca says and Rachel opens her eyes slowly, she's under drugs I know for the pain she must be feeling. I stroke her blonde hair, "Mistress, I'm so sorry. I should have been the one. Sir saved me." She starts to cry. "Shush, Sir would not have wanted it any other way. Don't cry." I console her, inside I feel numb.

"Mistress he said to tell you that he loved you more than life itself. He told me that he wants you to be happy and that his heart has only belonged to you his Nubian Queen." She says and then she breaks down.

I break down, these were Sir's words, I had heard them enough and I hold her. Rebecca takes my hand and together the three of us cry.

Rebecca and I walk home, the cold, crisp air is what I need. When we arrive home Daisy and Brian have prepared food and I sit and eat. I don't taste a thing, my mind is swirling with thoughts. How had I missed the clues? How did I not know that Sir was dying? Why didn't he tell me? An hour later, Evan arrives. Evan and Sir have been friends for over forty years, they went to law school at Harvard together and were a part of the Skulls.

Evan's eyes are red and I know he has been crying. I offer him coffee and some cake Brian has made and he accepts. We spend a few moments both of us crying and finally he says to me, "Mrs. S." he always calls me that, "Sir's will is to be read after his funeral. I know you are angry because he did not tell you he was dying. He and I argued about this, but he wanted to wait until after England to tell you. I have spoken to Cunard and they say you may change your tickets to whenever you want to come." I wave my hand dismissing that thought. Evan smiles, "He wants you to take the trip and take his ashes back to England. His plan was to show you where. I'd like to come along if you wish."

I nod, "We'll go a few weeks after the service."

Evan agrees and says, "The service is to be held within a week at St. Bartholomew's church on Fifth Avenue and 49th street where he was a member and he wants a celebration of his life at the Waldorf across the street.

"That's fine." I say. "He's asked that Patty LaBelle sing at the service. They are old friends and I've contacted her. She says absolutely." He hesitates and then says, "he asks that you wear red. He said that he always loved you in red." I laugh and remember the first time I had worn a red dress with a split up my thigh. I still have it and that's what I'll wear. "His urn is in my office and I will bring it and put his ashes in it. Then he wants you to take it to England and arrange for it to be buried in his family plot. I will make all the arrangements. "

"Is that all?" I ask. "Until the reading of the will, yes. I've taken care of everything else per his instructions." He took my hand, "There will be a lot of people at the service, President Adams and his fiancé are coming so security will be tight. Reporters will be there because he was traveling with a young woman. I've explained that she was his assistant."

"Thank you. I'll hire security for her and Dr. Heart will make sure she isn't bothered." I say. "Sirs personal affects that survived the crash will be delivered to you in a few days."

I thank Evan and realize there is not much I will have to do but get dressed and be there.

Flowers, emails, telephone calls invade my privacy and I let Andrew and Daisy handle it all. Daniel helps, as does everyone except Rebecca who stays with Rachel. She will not be at the service, but will come to the memorial several weeks later for 100 of our family and friends.

The day of the service arrives and I am dressed in my red dress with a white coat. Brian is dressed in the custom black Armani suit I bought him with a white shirt and grey tie while Anna is beautiful in a black dress. She and I wear hats with veils and long gloves. Rebecca joins us wearing black and the four of us get into the limousine for our ride to the funeral. Brian and Anna are watching me closely. I am numb and just want to get this over with. Daniel arrives in at the church in a dark blue suit. Sir Richard and Mistress Diana arrive as does Dunge and Stella.

St. Bart's is lined with cars. Evan and our minister, Rev. Klein meets us at the door and we are led inside the church. It is half full, when I turn around again 15 minutes later, it is completely full. President Adams and his fiancée Kate come over to me and offer their condolences. She is striking and I like her immediately. The President will be giving the eulogy. One of Sir's partners will read a poem and Sir's brother who I have not met and only spoken on the phone with three times has arrived from England and is going to speak about his brother.

Just before the service begins a man, who resembles Sir so much that I want to cry comes to see me. He is Sir's brother and his name is Norman. He introduces me to his wife, a plump pleasant woman named Bess and they sit beside me on one side while Anna sits on my other side and Brian next to her.

Sir's urn is brought in under a cover. There are photos of Sir all around the church of him in his 20's and 30's and 40's. Our wedding photo is there and then finally a photo he had taken several months before for the office. The urn is placed on the altar and it is blessed, then put on a table on the altar so that everyone may come up and see it. The cover is still on.

President Adams stands up and goes up the steps to the pulpit to talk about Sir. He tells how they met and how much Sir meant to him. The President tells that he always respected Sir's wisdom and they were friends. He tells a funny story about fishing and how much he will miss his old friend. The President of the United States chokes and then cries as he talks about how much he loved my husband and I am moved. I take one of Sir's handkerchief's out of my purse and wipe my eyes. The urn is uncovered and it is a beautiful sarcophagus bronze urn, very Egyptian looking.

The poem is read and Sir's brother speaks and then Miss Patty LaBelle stands up and sings, "You are my friend." As people walk past the urn. Finally it is the family's turn and I take Anna's hand and nod to Brian and Rebecca and Daniel and we along with his brother and his wife and Evan get up. I shrug off my coat and Evan smiles. I am the last one to the urn and I look at the photo beside it. I bend down and kiss the urn which holds my husband's cremated remains. I will follow his wish and go to England.

Soon as Patty continues to sing, we walk out the church and I am handed the urn. Evan takes it to put away until we leave for England and I go across the street to the Waldorf. There is food and drink for everyone. Sir Richard, Dunge and a few other friends tell stories which make everyone laugh. The President and Kate come over to me and I speak with them. I thank him for coming and I know he has to leave soon. He kisses me and says that I should come to Washington D.C. for some rest. Kate says that she would like to come visit me whenever I wish. I'd like to get to know her and they along with their secret service are gone. Sir's brother and wife say they will come to the house before they return to England.