Serving Mr. Serrano

Breakfast At Serrano's

In very vivid, extraordinary detail, Eden shares with me a few of her darkest fantasies. By the time she's done, I'm so hard that my c**k throbs with both pain and lust. She's obviously turned on too, but for some unfathomable reason, she won't let me touch her.

With a haughty giggle, she pushed my arms back to hang at my sides.

"How exactly am I supposed to fulfil any of these fantasies if you won't even let me touch you?" I asked, reaching for her ass.

She grabbed both my wrists, and dropped my hands back at my sides.

"How about a game?" she suggested, pulling my tie free. "I'll feed you some fruit, and should you guess correctly three times, I will allow you to satisfy any of the fantasies I just mentioned."

"You'll allow me?" I repeated sarcastically, watching her face.

She nodded, her eyes wide and beautiful in her small face. When I frown, she bites down on her lip and blinks at me adorably, waiting for me to grant permission.

"You said any of them?" I asked, tilting my head back, silently urging her to blindfold me. Eden grinded her pelvis against my c**k, earning a deep groan, then a curse from me. She takes one of the folded serviettes off the table and places it over my eyes, then places the silk tie over the woven cotton. After testing to make sure I can't see a thing, she ties it firmly and gently nudges my head back, so it's angled just right for her to feed me the fruit.

"And no hands," she added, swatting at my hands, which were grabbing for her hips again. I muttered a complaint, then reached down for the hind legs of the chair.

"Open wide," she commanded, teasing a sweet, juicy cube of fruit against my lips. A small part of me rebelled, resisting the urge to obey the order that I wasn't entirely objective to. After a split second of hesitation, I slowly opened my mouth and accepted the offering.

I chewed slowly, licking my lips to savour the taste of the pineapple in my mouth. Eden awards my answer with a gentle bite to my earlobe and whispered promises of what to expect if I continued to guess correctly. My hands tighten around the wooden legs of the chair at her breathy tone, and I wait eagerly for the next offering.

This time, I feel the warmth of her breath on my lips before the fruit brushes against my tongue. As soon as she slides the cube into my mouth, Eden's tongue sensually teases against mine. She pulls back, allowing me to chew while her teeth nip and bite at my lips, and her tongue licks and tastes the few drops that have managed to escape my mouth.

"Kiwi."

"Mm. Very good, Mr. Serrano," she cooed, her sticky, soft lips on my ear. "Just one more guess…"

I have to fight for the fruit this time. Eden holds it between her teeth, jerking her head back every time I lean forward to get it. With her holding my head back with the ends of the blindfold, it's difficult to move.

I hate not being in control, and I don't like to lose. My hands tighten around the wooden legs as I fight off a wave of frustration, and lean back against the chair.

Eden giggles, taunting me.

My patience dissipates immediately, and I finally reach for her, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her fiercely towards me. Our lips crash together violently, squashing the fruit with the force. Its juices squirt over us both, running down my chin and neck before being soaked up by the cotton of my shirt. Eden finally forfeits the fruit to me, her mouth trailing lower to follow the rivulets on my skin while I chew.

"Mango."

Quick, slender fingers make quick work of my belt, then unbutton my pants before lowering the small zip. A grunt of relief pushes past my lips when she wraps a warm hand around my length, pulling it from its cotton confines.

Her tongue touches on a particularly sensitive area on my neck and I involuntarily buck my hips upward, holding her there as she bit and sucked to her heart's content. She reaches into the side pocket of my jacket, removing one of the condoms. The familiar sound of the wrapper has me tugging the blindfold off, and I grab a fistful of Eden's hair, jerking her head back.

"I win."

She grins, licking her lips clean and removing the latex from the foil. Her fingers quickly and expertly pull the condom onto my erection.

"You cheated."

"I still won," I said, pushing the robe off one shoulder to reveal her bare skin.

While kissing and licking her scented skin, I spotted a small jar of honey on the table. Holding her closer so she wouldn't fall, I scooted forward and grabbed the jar, then presented it to her.

She takes it, eyes bright with excitement.

"Where?" she asked.

"Where do you think?"

I watched her tilt the container forward, allowing the amber liquid to pour onto her exposed n****e and the mound of her tit.

"Goddamn it," I mumbled, leaning forward to lick her skin, following the trail from the valley between her t**s to the delicate curve of her neck. She raised the jar high, pouring some onto her chin, lips and her tongue.

The jar crashes to the floor when I reclaim her mouth, sucking on the sweetened tip of her tongue. Lower, she goes, teasing us both until we're panting lustfully, clawing at each other like two insatiable creatures.

Once she's firmly seated, my c**k buried in the warm wetness of her p***y, I push the robe off her other shoulder and reveal her other breast, the dark n****e erect and begging for attention.

"Dominic."

I licked her neck, and she moaned low, her fingers clutching at my hair. I flatten my tongue on her skin and lick up the slender column of Eden's neck.

I pulled away suddenly when I got the odd feeling that we were being watched. My eyes snapped towards the dining room entrance, and I scowled in frustration when I saw my brother standing there.

He's watching us with a curious, intrigued expression, as if trying to figure out what exactly we were doing. The intrigue gives way to a knowing smirk, then he shifts his attention to the woman on my lap.

Hating that he'd already seen so much of us, I adjusted her robe, pulling the sleeve back into place, covering her as best I can from Tomas's studious gaze.

As if sensing the sudden change in my mood, she looks down to find me glaring over her shoulder, the anger evident on my face.

"Dominic?"

She follows my gaze and gasps in astonishment, then turns to me with a roll of her lovely, brown eyes.

"Goddamn it," she whispered, sighing softly.

"Good morning. Forgive me for interrupting your… breakfast. I presumed everyone attending would already be dressed."

"Next time, you should announce your presence instead of lurking in the shadows like a creep," Eden retorted, slowly rising up to pull my still-erect c**k from her p***y.

"And ruin your fun, Skittles? I think not," Tomas replied, flashing her a charming smile.

"Perhaps you were enjoying yourself as well," she shot back, dropping her gaze to the bulge between his legs. Tomas clears his throat awkwardly and looks away as Eden tugged her robe closed, tying the sash tight around her waist. I tucked my erection into my pants, zipping and buttoning them back up with an irritated scowl.

With a wink, she quietly picks up her bra, makes her way out of the dining room, somehow resisting the urge to say anything else before disappearing down the hallway and slamming the suite door shut.

My brother sighed before he walked over, taking the seat to my left. With his nose scrunched up in disgust, Tomas pushes aside the bowl of fruit and spreads the documents out in front of him.

"Is that the latest addition to your collection?"

"You could have called," I snapped, reaching for my bowl of fruit. I briefly skimmed the cover page of one of the documents with my hand hovering over the fork.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be indulging in debauchery so early in the day?" Tomas retorted, looking at me with unconcealed disgust.

"You smell like sin."

I ignored the provocation and paged through the documents, reading through the financial reports and estimations my brother had compiled.

"This will cost us billions to start. And with the state payouts being what they are, it might be a while before we see any real revenue," I admitted, looking through more figures.

"We won't see a dime in the next ten years, to be exact. The board will not approve this."

I closed the stack, passed it back to him. Pulling the bowl closer, I picked up a fork and dug into the fruit.

"File the paperwork and arrange a meeting with the board for this weekend. I'll call the councillor and let him know we're good to go."

"Nic-"

"The company can still operate without the capital we'll be assigning to this project."

"Exactly, so why do it at all? If this tanks-"

"It won't."

"How are you so certain of that?"

I sighed, glancing over at my brother. He was frowning fiercely, clearly frustrated that I wasn't taking his concerns seriously.

"I just do. Trust me on this, okay?"

"That's not the point. You can't ice me out of Serrano Enterprises the same way you do with the other s**t. I'm the one in charge when you're handling SERPENT business."

I briefly closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. I was not about to get into another spat with Tomas about his place at the company.

"I'll share the details with you before the board meeting, so you're caught up. Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving so I can finish my breakfast."

My good mood ruined, I turned my attention back to my food. I've just stabbed a triangle of pineapple when Tomas's words gave me pause.

"You like her. Don't you?"

Without a word, I turned to face my brother.

Tomas leans back in his chair, watching me curiously. He doesn't miss the subtle narrowing of my eyes, or the questioning tilt of my head. He smirked then, as if I'd just confirmed something to him without even realising.

"I'm told she's been here almost every night for the past three weeks."

"And?"

"You know nothing about this woman," he said, ticking off his point on his index finger. "She's a w***e. She's much too young for you. She clearly lacks any manners. This is not the kind of woman a man like you keeps at his side, so what exactly is your plan here?" he demanded, frowning fiercely.

"I'm sorry, since when are the women I bed any of your concern?"

"Since this one. This one, who you're obviously too pussywhipped about to think straight. Showering her with all of these things, giving her s**t she has no business owning. It wouldn't be an issue if she didn't have the shadiest, most inconsistent past. She's the last f*****g person in the world you should be seeing, especially with everything going on right now."

His words piss me off, and my temper flares. My grasp tightens on the fork, and if it weren't made of silver, it probably would've bent under that pressure.

"You, of all people, have no right to ever judge me about my choice in women, Tomas."

He flinched, as if I'd struck him in the face. His gaze darkens with his own anger and he rises from his seat, leaning forward over the table to glare at me.

"I am your brother! Is she really that good a f**k that you'd go against your own flesh and blood-"

I raised a hand to silence him.

Tomas rose to his full height, adjusting his tie. I turned my gaze to my bowl, taking deep breaths to calm the anger licking at my insides.

"What I do with Eden, and how often is none of your - or anybody else's - business. Your job is to run Serrano Enterprises under me and assist with SERPENT business should you be needed. Neither of those roles include meddling or sharing unwanted opinions about my s*x life."

My words are followed by a lengthy, tense silence. He glared at me, his fists balled up at his sides. With one last, slow sweep of my features, Tomas scoffs and points to the documents on the table.

"I'll leave these with you to look over properly."

That said, Tomas grabs his laptop bag and turns to leave. He pauses in the entryway of the dining room and looks over his shoulder at me.

"When all of this eventually blows up in your face, don't expect me to provide you with an alibi. And I will have no part in covering up any vengeful crime of passion when you eventually snap."

With that, he walks out of the room and then out of the apartment. Left alone, it's my turn to sigh and I run a hand through my hair in frustration.

I wasn't so ignorant that I'd forget about Eden's past. Or lack thereof.

What I did know about her was enough to set off every warning alarm possible, and the murder that had been so conveniently covered up was a huge red flag.

I had my people looking into it, obviously, to avoid any unexpected surprises. None of them had come up with anything yet, which worried me.

It meant that whoever she was, she had enough resources to cover her tracks better than most people operating in our world. Or she knew people powerful enough to erase her entire life.

Like Jeffrey f*****g Black.

I knew, though, that finding a lead was only a matter of time. It took one person vaguely recalling some innate detail to get on the right track.

There was a part of me that was fascinated and intrigued with Eden's mysterious past and I absolutely had to find out what she was hiding. And another that was reluctant to know, in case it ruined what was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

But what would happen once I knew the truth?

Would the facts pale in comparison to my imagination? Or would knowing only raise more questions?

Was Eden just another woman trying to escape her mistakes, or did she have ulterior motives?

Either way, I was expecting anger. Not just from her, but from myself.

I had grown rather… fond of her.

Not just because of the disgusting, exhilarating s*x that we had, but I genuinely enjoyed her company too. She was an intelligent, funny and observant young woman, with this uncanny ability to put me at ease.

More often than not, I got carried away sharing things about myself that I otherwise wouldn't tell a soul. And instead of interrupting me while I spoke, she listened carefully and replied with informed responses.

She was also the only person capable of lifting my mood and making me smile - even when I didn't want to. But I would never make her aware of that. She would take advantage, even if she didn't intend to, and that would put a stain on our relationship.

So far, Eden hadn't asked for anything. It made it so much easier for me to spoil her with things I knew she wanted. For instance, I'd bought her the latest iPhone products as a signing bonus and offered her a brand new wardrobe.

She had agreed to both somewhat reluctantly, but had asked me not to do too much because she didn't want to rely on me for things. Whether she was using some reverse psychology bullshit on me or not, I didn't care. I had money to spend, so it wasn't a huge inconvenience either way.

So I continued to spoil her regardless.

I bought her a brand new Bentley Flying Spur and provided her with a driver/guard so she would be able to come over whenever I needed her. Then there were the lavish spa treatments, expensive jewellery and an allowance for anything she needed that wasn't part of our agreement.

Although she complains about all of these presents, her eyes do light up a bit when I give her things. Just last night, she'd squealed with delight when I offered my beach house in San Moyes for the girls' trip she and her friends had planned. I knew Eden wasn't above being bought, I just liked that she wasn't pretentious about what this was.

She knew that I wasn't a relationship kind of man. She also understood that whatever this was between us wouldn't last forever, and I was grateful she was just enjoying it for however long it lasted.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I sense Eden's presence behind me. Her hands are soft, unsure, as they rest on my shoulders. Despite my foul mood, my body stirred at her touch and I leaned back, a subtle effort to get closer to her.

"You know, I read somewhere that a thirty-five year old man died while doing the nasty with a s*x worker in Malawi," she said, kneading the tension from my shoulders.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. 'Extreme orgasm' was listed as the cause of death, believe it or not."

That gets my attention.

I looked over my shoulder at her, only to find a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. She lifts both brows, silently questioning.

"Are you suggesting that we try to f**k each other to death?"

"There are worse ways to go, sunshine. Plus it'll be interesting to figure out what carnal stimulation would push you into an early grave."

I turn back around and pinch the bridge of my nose to stave off a chuckle, but she giggles softly before wrapping her arms around my neck, propping her chin on her arm.

"Come on. I have ways to make you forget all about Gollum."

"Gollum?" I repeated.

"From 'Lord of the Rings'? Short, creepy dude who's constantly whispering, "my precious"?"

I arch a brow in confusion and irritation, to which Eden responds with an exaggerated gasp. I grabbed her arm, gently pulling her around to sit on my lap. I buried my face in her neck, hands settling on her narrow waist. She wrapped her arms around my head and held me there while I kissed my way to the mounds of her t**s.

"You still owe me an hour of debauchery, pet."

"Mm. So," she began, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging back. "Which of my fantasies will you be fulfilling today, Mr. Serrano?"