Remembering the Past

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Special thanks to my writing partner, without Black Shadow Master this story would never get done. Also thanks to Nylian for taking the time to proofread my work.

And, of course, to those of you who took the time to review my work (Just_Master, Hooty McBoob, and Sofiabaraklislis) thank you so much. It's really because of your enjoyment of the story (and the fact you let me know it!) that I continue to post on the net. J

Happy reading! Cheers, Anon.

REMEMBERING THE PAST

Chapter Codes: M/m, M/f, D/s, job/real, romantic, consensual, light

Chapter 2

Aaron sat bolt upright in bed, trying to make sense out of what had happened. Impatiently, he threw back the sheets and searched the room, looking for something, anything to show that last night had been real and not some figment of his imagination. The passion he had felt for Carlin, it could not have been dreamed, could it? No, it was too real. Aaron had not felt that kind of connection with anyone before. It had been instant, the ardor they had felt for each other. The hotel room was not big, so it did not take long to investigate. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Frustrated, he looked down. Seeing his cock there, he ran his fingers over it. It was sticky. That could only mean one thing: he had climaxed last night. But that still did not answer all the questions in his mind. He shook his head in denial. It could not have been a dream. He had not spilled his spunk while he slept since he was a teenager. Aaron had more control over his body than that. Perturbed he closed his eyes and pictured her in his mind.

Her long blonde hair was so soft and silky. He could almost feel it gliding over his body. And those breasts, those sweet full orbs, which she had presented to him to drink from. Offering him life-giving nourishment. His cock stirred, straining upward as the memories of last night flooded him. Her bright blue eyes twinkled at him with joy and desire. Aaron could even feel her nails digging into his buttocks as she came.

His eyes snapped opened, as he swiftly and purposefully moved to the bathroom. Turning around he looked at his backside. There they were. The marks his lover had borne upon his body the night before. Two thin trails, one on each cheek. So it wasn't a dream after all.

But then how did he end up back in his room? She was a tiny woman, and he was a large man, just over six feet tall. There was no way she could have lifted him. And even if someone had picked him up, he would have woken. He was not that deep of a sleeper. It disturbed him greatly to think that someone had moved him without his knowing. And why did she leave? She had asked him to spend the night with her. He had been invited. So why would she desert him in the morning without so much as a note? He refused to even entertain the notion that last night meant so little to her. It simply could not be.

Something strange was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Quickly he tossed on some clean clothes and headed out the door. With no hesitation, he easily retraced his steps from the night before, heading to the secret room where he had first found Carlin. He moved with confidence in the twisting corridors, as if he had done this many times before.

It did not take him long. When he got there, he found the wall and started to push. The stones stood firmly in place. Aaron let out a hiss of vexation, as he used his strong muscles, throwing his weight behind his efforts, and tried to move the barrier. He was anxious to find a way inside, to discover the answers to the questions that plagued him. But it did not budge. Frowning he stepped back to look at the wall. He was sure this was the right spot. Positive. That was when he noticed the window; one that he had not seen last night.

At that moment, the sun rose up from its slumber and streamed through the stain glass window. As Aaron stood before it, the colours danced playfully along his crisp white shirt. There was no pattern to the window that he could see, simply a jumble of colours, as if the artist had randomly put it together. Aaron ran his fingers along the edge, until he found what he was looking for. With a flick of his wrist, he opened the latch, and a small section of the window swung outward.

The rising sun was a ball of bright, blinding beauty. Pausing for a moment, he drank in the sight, letting it calm his frazzled nerves. Then he turned his attention to the matter at hand. He could see the flat surface of a section of roof just below him where the floor would have been. He could see the other two walls to his left and right extended outward. But rather than join together, as he thought would have been logical, the space right in front of him was empty. It was as if the one wall and ceiling had been ripped out completely. In his mind's eye, Aaron could picture the room exactly. But it was as if someone had removed it. His frown deepened, as he looked closer at the walls. Something did not look right, but he was not sure exactly what it was that bothered him about it.

Aaron stepped back and quickly closed the window, feeling confused and more than a little ticked off. Why had she left him last night? It had been good between them, really great. He felt as if he were caught up in some sort of game in which he had no control over, and the thought did not sit well with him. He liked to be the one in charge.

Which reminded him, he had a job to do and a group to oversee. Looking at his watch Aaron realized he'd better hurry if he wanted some breakfast before work. He spun about and headed for the dining room. He negotiated the corridors with ease and within minutes found himself in the great room. It was not too busy, only a dozen or so guests at the tables.

As soon as he stepped into the dining area Aaron heard a call of "Will!" from across the room. Hearing his nickname, short for Williams, he turned and saw his assistant rushing towards him. The tall lean man practically ran to his side. Aaron reached out a hand to steady him, as the man almost fell, tripping over himself in his haste to reach Aaron.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Aaron asked with concern.

Gary smiled at him, laying a friendly hand on his arm, rubbing it gently up and down. "Nothing, silly. I just got your breakfast for you." Gary looked up at him adoringly, like an eager little puppy. "Bacon, eggs, and a double, double coffee, just the way you like it."

Aaron looked at him strangely, as if seeing him for the first time. His mind was not really focused on the present. It seemed somehow to be locked on the past. On Carlin. He blinked and should have realized nothing was wrong. Gary was just easily excitable.

His assistant ran his free hand over his sandy blonde hair, the shaggy mop following his fingers until it flopped back down, practically over his eyes, when he let go. "You're late. I was worried about you. Did you get lost? Everyone seems to be forever getting lost in this castle. They really need a map or something. I swear it took me twenty minutes to get from my room to the dining room!" He laughed, as he tugged on Aaron's arm, leading him to a table in the corner.

There they joined the other three members of their team, who were in various stages of eating their breakfasts. None of them looked up, as Anna and Jennifer listened intently to whatever Rebecca was saying.

When Aaron said nothing, Gary leaned closer, discretely rubbing his hard cock against Aaron's leg. He whispered so the others would not hear him, "I know you were tired last night, Sir, since you just arrived and all, but can I come see you tonight?" When Aaron said nothing, he continued, his voice was almost whining, as he looked up hopefully, "I miss you."

"Your breakfast is awaiting, Will." Rebecca's snooty tone interrupted Gary's whispering.

"I can see that, Rebecca. Thank you." Aaron calmly sat down. "Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a restful night. We have plenty of work to do today."

Anna and Jennifer responded with a respectful yes, while Rebecca ignored his question and instead started to talk about the weather. Gary put his hand on Aaron's knee under the table and squeezed. Aaron didn't miss a beat and looked up at Gary and just simply said, "To answer your question, yes."

Gary beamed brightly; his hazel eyes alight like a Christmas tree. He was practically jumping up and down in his seat for joy. Around them the gossip mill started, but Gary wasn't listening. Neither was Aaron, for he did not care.

Aaron was about half way finished his breakfast, enjoying the feel of Gary's warm hand through the thin material of his pants, when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. "Excuse me, sir." Aaron turned to see who it was. "Please, excuse the interruption. I am the manager and owner of the hotel," said a tall, skinny gentleman with a drooping mustache, "Mr. Ashby. I just wanted to make sure everything is to your satisfactory."

For a moment his mind whirled. The owner of the hotel. Carlin said that she was the owner. She had also said that her husband was dead. Had she deceived him? Was this man her husband? Anger and confusion washed over him. If she had lied to him…then she was not at all the sweet woman he thought her to be. And people who lied, cheated, and used others should be taught a lesson.

He could feel Rebecca's eyes watching his exchange with Mr. Ashby, assessing his reactions. "Yes, Mr. Ashby, so far everything is fine. However, there is one thing I would like to ask you but at a later time."

"Of course, sir. I'm here to serve you and make sure your visit here is as pleasant as possible. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know, and I'll personally see to any needs you or your staff may have while staying here." Mr. Ashby paused for a moment, waiting to see if anyone wanted anything. When the table simply stared at him, he cleared his throat. "Enjoy your stay with us." He bowed to Aaron and nodded to the rest of the group before leaving the room.

Aaron watched him go. The man seemed sincere enough. And there was no reason for him to lie about being the owner of the hotel, for that fact would be easy to verify. Then what game was Carlin playing at? Gary's hand distracted him, as it boldly caressed his upper thigh, squeezing it gently. It was hard to concentrate.

Rebecca sat across from Aaron and gestured with her head, as a serving girl entered the room. "It's about time she got here." Everyone's eyes turned to watch the woman who was hurrying towards them with coffee. Aaron turned around as well, to look at whom she was talking about, his interest piqued. He could not see much under the old fashion-serving cap that the woman wore, but she was about the same size as Carlin. Could it be her? Was Carlin ashamed of her position here, so she had purposely mislead him? His heart started to race with anticipation. Had he found her at last?

"About time you brought the coffee," Rebecca snapped. Aaron shook his head with irritation. His co-worker couldn't do without her three cups in the morning. Even then, she was still a bitch. The least she could do was treat other people with a little respect. If it was up to him, he would have fired her, for she disrupted the working environment with her negative attitude, which lead to poor productivity. But his boss, Laurel, continually exerted her own influence to keep Rebecca employed. He did not understand why. They did not seem to be friends; indeed, they hardly spoke to each other at work.

"Sorry, miss," the woman said meekly and started to fill the cups, her head bowed. It was hard to get a good look at her like that. Aaron stared intently at the women, as she moved around the table stopping beside him. "Would you care for a cup of coffee?" she asked politely, as she ran tucked a strand of short black hair back into the cap. She looked to be a mere slip of a girl, not even old enough to work here. When he didn't respond, she gestured to the seat Gary had been sitting in a moment ago. "How about the gentleman who was sitting here? Would he care for some coffee?"

Aaron let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding, his mind reeling, not paying attention to the serving girl at all. It wasn't her. Then where the hell was his lover from last night? Just what was going on?

Rebecca sneered and took the opportunity to pipe up. "Of course he wants coffee. We're Canadian, not British. We don't go for that tea stuff you have." Then she rolled her eyes, as she nodded towards Aaron, a haughty little 'I told you so' smile on her face.

Aaron forced his attention back to the matter at hand. He should not have allowed himself to become distracted. He knew Rebecca would take advantage if she could. He just looked at her with displeasure on his face

Her eyes glittered dangerously before turning to whisper to Jennifer in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "He can't even give the waitress as simple answer. How is he going to run this team? Really, I should have been given the promotion instead of him." She took a sip of her coffee, as if she had not blatantly offended him.

As he listened to her words, Aaron felt the distinct pressure of a pair of hands on his legs, pushing them apart, thumbs stroking softly on each leg at his knees. Determined not to be distracted again, he met Rebecca's gaze head on. She knew that he heard, it was written all over her smug face. All he said was, "Maybe you would like to discuss this later."

She tossed her black hair over her shoulder arrogantly and did not bother to reply, as she started to chat with Jennifer about the latest head wear fashions in France.

Meanwhile, the hands were making their way up Aaron's thighs. Slowly, but with firm pressure they moved. Discretely, he lifted the tablecloth to see whom they belonged too. Gary smiled sweetly at him just before his assistant yanked the fabric back down, arranging it so that it hid Aaron from the waist down. The hands were on his cock now, stroking the thin pants that separated flesh from flesh. His cock was getting harder with each stroke, until he shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable.

The rasp of the zipper seemed loud to Aaron, reaching his ears over the buzz in the dining room, but no one turned an eye while it was being lowered. With a flick of the wrist, Gary undid the button, letting Aaron's cock spring out of his pants, for he never wore anything underneath. With a soft moan, Gary took the bulging erection into his mouth with one gulp.

"Did you say something?" asked Rebecca irritably, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she looked at Aaron.

Aaron took a deep breath. "I said if you have a problem you would like to talk about, I suggest we take this to a more private place at a later time."

"Later time?" she sneered. "What's wrong with right now?"

"Right now I'm busy eating, and I would like to enjoy my breakfast. The one time of the day I do get to have some peace." His voice was steady and calm, despite the fact he could feel Gary taking him as far into that warm, wet mouth as his assistant could, licking and sucking his shaft. The table above the crouching man was hindering his movements, but Gary was doing an excellent job anyways.

"Whatever," Rebecca rolled her eyes again and turned back to Jennifer.

Moving into a steady motion, Gary worked up and down Aaron's shaft. Each time, taking it a little further into his mouth. Aaron made a mental note to teach that little bitch a lesson she will never forget, before he dismissed her from his mind and focused on the blissful feeling of Gary encasing his cock.

Gary's teeth grazed his boss' erection, as he moved. His tongue flicking over the head, as he pulled out. Aaron moved his left hand down and pushed Gary's head, enjoying the feeling of fucking his assistant in the mouth, as he took control, guiding the head up and down his hard cock. Faster, deeper and harder he pushed, all the while calmly eating his breakfast and sipping his coffee, never letting on to the others that the storm was about to explode inside him.

"So, I heard Laurel is coming," said Anna.

A loud thunk resounded in the room as Gary's head hit the top of the table, hard. The dishes shook and rattled. All eyes turned to Aaron, expecting some sort of explanation. Pretending not to notice he kept on eating, ignoring all of them.

Rebecca sniffed and looked at him smugly. "So, the boss doesn't think you can do the job without supervision. Doesn't surprise me in the least that she's coming."

Gary's head started to move faster, as he sucked harder. Aaron could feel a difference in the movements, as Gary did not go as far up the shaft, so as not to hit his head again. As if to make up for the restricted movements, Gary's hand moved inside Aaron's pants, massaging his balls, feeling them harden under his touch. It felt so good. Aaron looked down at his empty plate, wondering how long he could stretch this luxury out. He took a small sip of his coffee, intending to make it last as long as he could.

"Where's Gary gone off to?" Jennifer asked. "We should be leaving soon."

"We should have left already," Rebecca grumbled under her breath.

"Rebecca," Aaron said in a stern voice. "Why don't you go meet me in the conference room? I need a word with you. Jennifer go look for Gary, then meet us in the front lobby."

Rebecca immediately went on the offensive. "Then we'll be really late. Our client expects us to get the job done, not sit on our asses like we're on vacation. It's no wonder Laurel has to come down here to baby-sit with you in charge."

Jennifer nodded at Aaron, deciding now was the perfect time to leave. The tension between these two was far from comfortable and getting worse by the second. "Anna, why don't you come with me?"

The two women jumped up. "Thank you, Jennifer and Anna," Aaron said calmly, his eyes never leaving Rebecca's. Anna nodded, and together the two women scurried from the room. Gary's mouth started to move faster, and Aaron took a deep breath to steady himself. "Rebecca, I think I made my self clear. Did I not?"

Rebecca sat back in her chair and looked at him challengingly. "It's your ass that's on the line, not mine. So if you want to dick around, fine."

"Right now, by the looks of things, it's going to be your ass if you don't do as I've asked." His voice was firm, almost harsh. Aaron's hand pushed Gary's head more firmly, driving into his assistant with his cock. He wanted to finish with Gary first. Then he'd deal with Rebecca.

"Whatever," she shrugged, as if she didn't care. Scraping back her chair, she snagged her purse and cup of coffee, as she flounced out of the room.

Knowing no one was within immediate ear shot, Gary's stifled moans reached Aaron's ears, as he continued to work that bulging cock; playing with those balls which seemed to be growing heavier and heavier by the minute. In fact, if he hadn't been with Carlin last night, Aaron probably would have cum already. Now that everyone else was gone, Aaron relaxed fully, letting the sweet sensation of desire wash over him. His balls tightened, and he knew he was going to climax in his assistant's mouth.

The young waitress was making her way closer to their table, the decanter of coffee in her hand. She stopped beside him asking politely, "Would you like another coffee, sir?"

Aaron's voice was raspy, as he replied, "No, I'm fine thank you. I'll just finish this one."

"As you wish, sir. Just let me know if you need anything else."

Gary's mouth plunged farther down his shaft than it had been doing, taking it deeper than ever before. Aaron could feel the back of Garry's throat, as he gazed longingly at the young woman's tender breasts. Her low-cut uniform revealed her creamy white flesh, which almost spilled forth as she leaned closer to him. Yes, that was it, just a little closer. She said to let him know if he needed anything else. He wondered what her reaction would be if he told her that he needed her tit in his mouth?

She reached beside him, her breasts almost touching his mouth, as she twisted to grab the plate across the table. They were right there. He could not resist the temptation. Opening his mouth wide, Aaron pressed his lips around the lady's nipple through the fabric of her frilly white blouse. He could hear her gasp of surprise, a clatter of a fork, moans coming from Gary, from the waitress, and from himself, as he shot forth his jizz.

The waitress swayed, and Aaron wrapped an arm around her, pressing her soft, warm body to his. He sprayed into Gary's mouth, feeling him swallow around his shaft, drinking the warm liquid that flowed from his body. Aaron's teeth gently bit into the woman's nipple, as he lost himself to the sweetness of the moment. It was good, satisfying, but not like the passionate sex last night with Carlin. That had been…special. Time seemed to stand still, as he drained his cock. Affectionately, he stroked Gary's head; appreciating the pleasure his assistant had brought him this morning.

The waitress pushed away from him and straightened, taking a step backwards. Her face was flushed, one of confusion and desire. Aaron smiled at her. Maybe he would take her to bed later. "You slipped. I was a good thing that I was here to catch you, so that you did not fall and hurt yourself."

The waitress nodded, as if not at all sure what had just happened. She dropped her gaze. "Thank you, sir."

Aaron's smile widened. "Not a problem at all. I'm always eager to help a female in distress." His gaze dropped to her heaving breasts. He could smell her arousal now, as she shifted nervously from foot to foot. He could almost taste the juices he knew were soaking her underwear.

With a nod, the waitress hurried and cleared the table. When she was gone, Gary climbed back out, a wet napkin in his hand. So, his assistant had enjoyed himself too. "Thank you, Gary," Aaron said, as he dropped a hand casually onto the man's knee. "Next time be a little more careful about your head. I wouldn't want any harm to come to you."

"Yes, Sir," Gary said, as he looked up at him, his eyes eager with the mention of the words next time.

Aaron laughed lightly at the enthusiasm Gary displayed. "Go, find Jennifer and Anna before they get worried. I'll meet you in the front lobby in a few minutes."

Gary nodded and left the room. Aaron lifted his cup to his lips and drained the last of his coffee. Now it was time to take care of some unfinished business with Rebecca. Confidently, he stood and made his way from the room, heading in the direction of the conference room.

He was almost at there when Aaron had the distinct impression that he was being followed. It was as if he could feel the eyes on him, watching him. He stopped in the deserted hallway, just outside the door to his destination. Now what? He did not need any more problems this morning. He stood, waiting to see who it was. Better to deal with whatever it was now. He looked behind him but saw nothing at all.

The feeling grew stronger, more intense. His senses went on alert, his body keyed up, coiling, like a panther getting ready to bounce. But he could still not see anyone. He could sense it though. It seemed as if whoever it might be was getting closer. Aaron felt the breath leave his lungs in a rushing hiss, as a warmth surrounded him, enveloping him in its embrace. It was not a scary sensation, far from it. It was as if someone was hugging him, holding him close. A part of him did not understand and desperately wanted to push away. But a bigger part of him knew this was right. So he simply stood there, letting the warmth wash over him, soothing him, embracing him, as it wrapped around him from head to toe. The intensity of it startled him.

"Aaron."

He could hear her whispering his name. It was Carlin. He was sure of it.