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Chapter 24
The day of my adoptive mothers funeral had arrived, and whilst Steven nor I had any intention of attending, I decided it was time to leave Australia and head back to New York where Jackson was spending like a drunken sailor, getting our Townhouse ready. I had seen an AmEx Statement come through the day before and I knew that he was having fun. Knowing I had given him full control of decorating the house with the decorator, I had never seen so much expense in one place. I was still getting used to the wealth we held.
Our Qantas flight back to LAX was relaxing, and I took the opportunity to take in the atmosphere, rather than hit the laptop. The food, the ambience was idyllic, but I much preferred Singapore Airlines first class. As we walked out of Customs, we here hit with a barrage of Media as we were trying to transit to our flight to New York. Reporters yelling and asking questions about why we skipped the funeral and how we'd shown the family that raised me a great deal of disrespect. We were ambushed by this, as we'd not made any statements or comments in the days preceding her death, or, that I was in fact in Australia. Whilst I was being well covered by Michael and Corey as we pushed through, Steven decided to stop and address the media. Whilst no one really knew who Steven was, his voice bellowing out over the media.
Eventually they settled, and I watched on from a short distance, curious of what he had to say, or how it would be addressed.
"For those of you who don't know me, My name is Steven Morgan, I have the privledge of being Grant's adopted brother. Whilst you are busy attacking him, let me give you some history. Grant was psychologically abused from his adopted parents his whole life, until he left home. He didn't ask for it, he certainly didn't warrant it, but it was unrelenting for nearly 20 years. I witnessed this first hand, and whilst I embarrassed now to admit it, I thought it would have eased over the years. Earlier this week, as my mother was dying, her last breath was spend berating Grant, who just stood by and took it, never once stopping her, or questioning her motives. Grants natural family spent years paying to cover up his adoption, which came as a shock and surprise to Grant, and to the world, as it did to some close friends. Grant has been the victim here, not his adopted mother or siblings. Grant. I would suggest if this is how the Media want to play this out, go ahead, but, you should walk a mile in my brothers shoes, but criticising why he, nor myself, attended the funeral of a woman that did not deserve our respect. Now, if you please, we have a connection to make, and we will be making no further comment on what is essentially, a private family matter. Thank you"
Steven walked up to me, placed his hand around my shoulder, gave a tight squeeze and said, "I got your back brother."
We rushed to make our connection which was now being paged over the intercom in the airport, by now, half of LAX knew we were in town, and on our way to NYC. As we approached the gate, the cabin crew greeted us warmly and suhed on board and into our seats as the door closed behind us and the plane pushed back from the air bridge. As I let out a massive sigh of relief, Steven suggested that we may face greater scrutiny as we landed in NYC, but we had no idea how to avoid it. As we approached cruising altitude I noticed Michael talking with the very attractive cabin manager, and a hint of flirting in his eyes. A real smoother talker I thought. Michael returned to his seat and just winked at me as he walked past. 20 mins later we were approached by the Cabin Manager.
"Hello Mr Von Garbner, lovely to meet you" he started softly, "I have spoken with the Captain, who has spoken to operations in NYC. Once we land you will be granted the first off the plane and as you walk on to the airbridge, there are stairs to your right. Take those stairs down to ground level, and a vehicle will be waiting for you to take you to your destination. I believe one of your gentlemen escorting you will be collecting your luggage."
I was really surprised by this offer of generosity and thanked the cabin manager for his assistance. I felt relaxed.
Arriving in NYC, whilst assured a quick get away, I was still slightly nervous. But, true to his word, Michael Steven and I found the stairs and car waiting for us, and we were whisked away quickly, with out the media snapping at our heals. In 30 mins we had arrived back at the hotel and whilst exhausted after a long flight, Jacksons smile lit up the room, and also my mood. It was so good to be back in the arms of the one I loved and feel his embrace surround my every fibre.
"Eeewwww, you stink" were his first words LOL. Whilst I knew I had been in the same clothes for 30hrs, I didn't realise I stank that much, but when Jackson commented, yes, I could smell my body odour. He grabbed my hand and dragged me in the bathroom.
"Now, get in the shower, and no I am not joining you" he said with a smirk. As I showered Jackson sat on the edge of the bath and talked with me, as was something he often did. He was filling me in on the town house at 100mph as he described every last inch of detail so far. I was excited by his excitement. We had not really been in this position before, having bought our Sydney home years before we were broke when we moved in saving our deposit, than all our money went to surrogacy to have the kids, and the furniture was thrown together in a mix n match, no real styling, fashion, that many budget restrained families so often find themselves in. For us, this place in New York was ours. How we wanted it, with what we wanted. Not even the Villa gave us that chance.
After I finished showering and was about to get in to my trusted lazy sweat pants to chill, Jackson piped up with, "what are you doing?" I haven't seen you in a week, we are going to the town house now, I want to show you everything." As tired as I was, I really wanted to see it, and I wanted to spend time with my husband, before work got in the way, as so usually happens.
We pulled up outside and the first thing I noticed were the addition of two beautiful large box hedges in gorgeous planters adorning each side of the door. "Ha, couldn't help yourself" I said with a smile. The landscaper in Jackson always was a critical part of anything visual he did, and something I loved about him. Upon entering, my eyes were blown away by the work, thought, and detail that Jackson had put in to the house. Everything was amazing, every placement, every piece of art on the walls, every chair, and every magazine. It was notably a place that was lifted out of a magazine. Exploring the rooms and levels I was constantly left breathless at the beauty that was entailed in every room, which each bedroom a different colour scheme from the last.
As we left the roof terrace to head back down, I realised I hadn't seen our bedroom. "Um, honey, what about our bedroom, I haven't seen it." "All in good time, I left it til last."
I remembered our bedroom as huge in space, dual ensuite bathrooms & Closets and a decent size office leading off the bedroom. As I entered the space, I could sense the masculinity that lay in the room. The hardwood and stainless steel of the bed, the matching side tables, the wing back leather chairs near the fireplace, it was like a sanctuary just for us. The marble in the bathroom was in grey and natural tones and with silver tap wear and the showers in both massively large with multiple heads. Dirty bastard I thought when I saw them. He loves his shower sex.
Walking back in to our main bedroom, I said "Oh, I can't wait to see what you have done with my office. I am really looking forward to that" His look at me which had the devil in him, told me I was about to be surprised, but how surprised I was about to me, left me stunned.
Chapter 25
The walls of the bedroom where all wood panelled and where my office door once was, I noticed it was gone. I looked puzzled as I was trying to figure out what Jackson had done.
He walked in front of me and pushed a panel of wall that opened up. As he did such my jaw dropped to the ground.
The room had been decked out as a sex play room. Complete with benches, sling, a wall of toys and other items that I knew was sure to fulfil our fun.
"Fuck me!" I said, most in disbelief. Jackson was not sure if I was excited or mortified. During our relationship we had had often joked that a room like this would be our ultimate fantasy. Somewhere we could explore our kinks and take our sexual adventure to the next level. I was far from mortified.
As I walked around the room, I was touching and feeling everything that was before me. I was also being turned on by the whole scenario playing out before me. My senses, as well as my cock, were in overdrive.
Jackson grabbed me and started to kiss me with such force and passion I could taste his hunger as his tongue probed the inside of my mouth.
"Where do you want to start" he asked in a husky growl, as I was fighting to free his massive cock from the restraints of his jeans.
"I want to taste you in my mouth" I said as dropped to my knees taking in as much as I possibly could, knowing I was in for a treat. As I worked on his now leaking cock, he pulled me up to kiss me as he started to undress me. A sense of vulnerability swept across me as I found my self naked in front f the man I loved. But slowly, he moved me back to the sling that was the centrepiece of the room, and gently lowered me on, placing my feet in the hoops on the chains. I was totally exposed to the world, and I did not care a bit.
Grabbing some lube, he slowly started to work his fingers in to me, opening my hole to accommodate more of what ever he wanted. As I threw my head back and closed my eyes, I let myself be overtaken by the waves of pleasure that were sweeping over me. I had not expected this type of welcome home. I felt the warmth of his cock slowly start to penetrate my opening and it wasn't long before all 9" were deep inside me and I was thrashing about as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I did not want this to end, and it didn't. I could feel him unload in me as his now spent cock was slowly sliding out of me. He looked at me with that devilish grin, and let out a small fit of laughter. As turned to the shelf behind him, he pulled out a dildo the size I had not experienced before. As he lubed up the monster, he slipped a few fingers in me just to get me moving. Slowly I felt my hole stretch wider than it had done before. I as attempted to take this mammoth toy in me, Jackson was giving reassurance I could do it, tweaking my nipples as he tried. The intense sensations hit me force like I had I had never been hit before, as a pool of precum started to form on my torso as it escaped my now semi hard cock.
I didn't now whether to scream, cry, moan or what to do as I laid there in the hands of Jackson. As I felt the full force inside me now, Jackson started to move it in and out. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and as I hadn't touched my cock yet, I was feeling like I was going to explode with out the need. I knew Jackson could sense my end was nearing as he sped up with the speed and intensity of the Massive tool working me over. All of sudden I let out a massive moan, threw my head back as far as it would go as wave after wave of cum shot out of me passing my head, covering my face, my torso and everywhere in between.
As Jackson withdrew the dildo, I laid there motionless. He slowly rubbed my hole and massaged the cum in to me, telling me he loved me and how that was one of the hottest experiences we'd had before. I had to agree.
Slowly helping me out of the sling, he walked me to the shower. My legs were weak, but I felt amazing. We stayed in the shower a long time, talking about the fun we were going to have in our private room, away from everyone else. It was ours, and our space alone, and only those we invited in would be allowed to enter.
Grabbing a casual bite to eat at a dine in place not far from the house, I actually felt a slight bit of anonymity for the first time in ages. Chris was with us, and another guard, and I offered for the boys to join us and just chill. Me asking, as opposed to directing, was something Chris was still trying to figure out, as he was so used to keeping distance between himself and his protectee. A few glasses of wine, and some pasta was just what I needed. I felt amazing.
After dinner the car was out front and we made our way back to the hotel, for the last night before we'd be moving in to the town house. New York had me under it's spell. But, Germany was our base, and for the time being, that couldn't change.