Prince: Love Always Wins

Prince

I hated leaving the mountain, but what I sought to accomplish was completed. Now, just as I thought, I was caught up in placing the finishing touches on the mansions this week and a meeting today to finalize the details of the hotel chain. They didn’t say that I had it yet and call me cocky but I felt it in my bones that it was mine. Hamp was hiding, and I would find him, but I didn’t have the time to chase him down and forget all my other obligations. He would smoke out and as soon as he did I wouldn’t hesitate.

“Damn, look who finally decided to join us.” Cairo caught up to me while I was doing a walk-through of the living area of the current home we were working in.

“When you sign the checks you are afforded a certain luxury,” I joked.

“Damn boss went away and got cocky on our ass. I ain’t mad big bruh, talk yo’ shit because you know I got shit handled here. We were smooth and on pace.”

“That’s what I know. I got something big coming up, and I’m going to lean on you a lot more. That means more money, and I’ll need you to supervise a crew for me.”

Cairo’s eyes lit up. “Bet! You know it’s whatever.”

“I’ll give you more details on that later. I have to go to a meeting. I was trying to catch Remy. Where his ass at?”

“Old school went home the other day early. I told him to take the day off because truth be told, he is getting a lil’ too old for this shit anyway. Rem cool as hell, but he needs to be somewhere kicked back enjoying life.”

“Yeah,” I replied vaguely. I walked away and filed it in my mind to talk to Remy as soon as I cleared everything up.

“Aye. Hold up. Where sis’ at? I wanted to float her some business. I got family coming in town for my sister’s birthday. I wanted to know if she would be able to make her cakes. Sis’ ass extra, so I would rather she get her contact, and they go from there.”

“I’ll give you her site information when I swing back through,” I called over my shoulder, not stopping my motion. Things were moving so fast that we hadn’t established one yet, but that would be a memory by the end of the night. Le was smart as hell, and she had already been speaking about branding, and getting a large order like that would be what she needed. I sent her a text.

Thinking of you.

She replied within seconds with a bunch of hearts. I let thoughts of her and her taste that still danced on my tongue from having her for breakfast float me over to my next destination. I walked into the hotel taking in the plainness of it. That would be a distant memory once I laid my hands on it. This was the third meeting and I wasn’t going to get cocky, but I knew I had it. I pushed the button on the elevator and headed to the executive suite.

“! Thank you for meeting with us.” Brandon was the first one to stand. He was the youngest of the four men that were the Giovan company. I shook his hand while the other men remained unmoved at the table. Clearly, they made the presidential suite an office in which they did business. I couldn’t understand why when there were perfectly good areas for this downstairs. I pushed my nerves down because they were threatening to distract me. I played the shit cool, but internally, I was feeling like everything I was doing, the reason I worked so hard to recover my company, and my name finally was starting to make sense. Years of hustling without a breath and pouring everything I could into my dream were paying off.

“I just want to say that your ideas were amazing. The way you fleshed these ideas out is something we at Giovan have never seen before.” I nodded because he still hadn’t said anything official yet.

“When do we move forward?” I asked.

“Everything looks great, but—" But. That fatal word that disregards everything that was previously said. I made sure I adjusted my posture to sit even straighter as I looked at each man in the face. All men who had inherited their shares in this company through lineage. I couldn’t say they never worked a hard day in their life because I truly knew neither of them personally. I could bet their childhood was nothing like mine, though. Never faced food insecurity and walking to school past gangs and drug houses. My mind tried to drag me into doubt and I quickly cut the faucet. No matter what I had been through I was worthy. My work spoke for itself and I had to be prepared to stand on it. The business was never personal.

“The balconies in the presidential. The cost is just way out of range. We can go with something more sensible. If we could make that minor adjustment, we have a deal.”

“No,” I said flatly. The men bristled. I could tell they weren’t used to that type of rebuttal. I took their pause to clarify. “Royalty Restoration does not do sensible. A key element of the contract is complete creative control. You asked me for a groundbreaking design that would set this hotel chain apart from every hotel that opens its doors. The balcony in the presidential suites is foundational in doing that.”

“You can’t expect us to foot that type of bill. You are talking about an additional ten thousand dollars added for each presidential. You are talking about $40000 per build. You know how many properties we own?”

“I’m aware. It’s in the contract.”

“Well, that’s our offer. If that’s not acceptable by you we will find someone else.” The most aggressive of the four men rose while the other three remained seated.

“Wait a minute. Now we can all be sensible men. I understand how much your designs mean to you. Why don’t we shelf this and revisit it later this week?” Brandon spoke up.

“My decision is made. If we don’t keep that part of the build my design is walking with me. I pour my all into what I do. I’ll give you, gentleman, some time to think on things.”

I got up and walked out. I know it was crazy, but if I couldn’t bet on myself, who could I bet on? This was my design—the one I envisioned in my dreams—and the last thing I wanted to do was compromise that for anyone. The elevator opened up and I rode down. When will an opportunity come up like this again?

“That’s why I need to do it right,” I spoke aloud once I got to the ground floor. It opened up and two awaiting guests looked inside of the elevator to see who the hell I was talking to. I shook my head and walked by. No one got it. This was what I wanted to do with my life and I was finally reaching the pinnacle. I wanted to do it my way.

I got in the house around seven and Le was buzzing around. She was such a light, and right now, I needed to borrow some of her shine.

“How’d the meeting go?” she asked attentively.

“They trying to change my design. I’m not going for the shit.” My tone came out forceful and her eyes widened. “My bad baby. I’m sure it would seem small to someone else but I promise it will make all the difference to me.” I pulled her in and kissed her forehead.

“Well, good thing you aren’t talking to someone else, and you are talking to me. What are they trying to change?”

“The presidential suites. The best part of the hotel. This was where I was gone show the fuck out with the design. Everything that I’m going to place in the room they are okay with, but they want me to stick a sensible balcony on it. I pretty much told them to kiss my ass.”

“Presidentials are for luxury. Why upscale everything else but one part?” She scrunched her nose.

“That’s what I’m saying. I would be behind them, cutting costs almost anywhere but there.” She hit me with a look. “Okay, not really, but shit still. This is my future. This is what will set me up for everything in the future. The money is more than anything I have earned, but at the same time, at what cost? I know it’s crazy to be trippin’ over something so small but—"

“You aren’t crazy. I mean, maybe a little radical, but it’s your work, and I understand. It’s like baking soda.”

“What?”

“Like baking soda in my cakes. It’s such a small ingredient but it makes the biggest difference. Without it, the final product is just…lacking.”

“I guess you do get it.” I pulled her in front of me and she blushed. No matter what I went through that smile made anything better.

“Now that you vented on it, can I say something?”

“What’s up?”

“You have to step up your negotiation tactics.”

“There wasn’t room for negotiation. They flat the hell out told me no.”

“People don’t know what they want until you show them. Especially men.” She slipped from me and walked toward the kitchen as I followed.

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Exactly what I said. The same thing I told you about your houses. You have another meeting, right? We just have to show them what they can do with it.”

“I could try to set something up. What you have in mind?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Don’t worry about that. Just tell me when.” She winked and put a plate in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and she disappeared into the next room.

***

As soon as I walked through the door of the hotel room, the scents that tickled my nose made my stomach grumble. My woman had showed the fuck out on the spread she set up for the owners. I was one stubborn muthafucka, but she had the power to make me listen. She could get that any day but I still was sticking to what I felt was important to me. I was willing to walk away, but the power of persuasion was something I knew I needed to master to get in the doors I needed to. I couldn’t take everything by force. They agreed to meet with me so that meant they were still interested.

I looked for her in the open room, and her delicious scent lingered, letting me know she had been there but had left. I couldn’t shake the nerves. I rubbed my hands through my hair and checked my watch. They were due here any minute. I checked the balcony for the one-hundredth time knowing that everything was already perfect. I didn’t know if they would be with it or not. If elegance was what they were after then that’s what I could provide. Men with big money would pay top dollar. I knew that. Stop second guessing your gift. I was made for this.

“Wow, . It smells delicious. I’m glad I brought my appetite.” Brandon entered the room with his suit coat over his arm. It looked like he had just gotten done with a hard day’s work the way he was already loosening his tie and unbuttoning his wrist buttons on his collared shirt.

“Yeah, where is everyone else?”

“They should be on the way. I wanted to come early to get a word in with you. For what it’s worth, I love your design, and I believe it is worth every penny. As you know, though, it is a majority vote. I hope this presentation goes well, but even if it doesn’t, I have a few business ventures on my own that I would love for you to look into. It isn’t a chain like this one but it’s good work and fair pay. Stick to your guns.” He finished his statement right as the door opened, and his three other partners walked inside.

I hated that out of place feeling I got when I stood in the room with men who felt like they had my fate in their hands. I felt their judgment. I never felt that way before my addiction, but now, every time I stepped, I was battling two things. The situation and myself. I had to get over the fact of how much time I lost. How many mistakes I made. I was here now.

“I enjoy the spread, but I hope you don’t think that this alone will win us over,” Brian, one of the other owners, spoke as he sat down.

“I don’t know about you, fellas, but I am damn hungry after a day of pushing papers. This beautiful meal is exactly what I need. What is the need for the tension, Brian? I’m sure that wife you bought doesn’t cook like this,” Brandon joked. Everyone laughed but Brian and we all turned when the door opened.

Le walked through it and my eyes flamed. She was looking like a walking sex goddess. Her long dress clung to every fucking curve and dip of her body. There was no way she wouldn’t have ended up on my tongue if I had seen her first. She was purposely playing keep away. All eyes were on her, which I was sure was her intent. If this was the type of help she was offering I wasn’t sure I would be for the shit because I wanted to knock all of their shits loose as she floated around them fixing plates. None were disrespectful enough to downright ogle. Their appreciation of her body couldn’t be missed. Not her body alone anymore. That body belonged to me as well and I was going to make it official.

“Le, can I see you for a minute?” I called to her and walked to the open balcony. She fixed plates for the men and came to me.

“You fuckin playing with me.” I pulled her to me not giving a fuck if they saw. I felt the need to mark her in front of everyone.

“No, I’m just helping my man out. If there’s one thing I know, it's powerful men with big money. This has the power to transform our lives, . Let me help you.”

“Our?” I cocked my brow and I pulled her closer to me. There was no space between us while I braced her back against me.

“We have an audience, and it isn’t quite time for the show yet. How about you show them the numbers, and I’ll be your subject while you show them the benefits of this balcony in real time?”

“I’ll kill these muthafuckas,” I growled into her ear.

“Why when no one can touch me like you do? No one else can see me for who I am.”

She threw my words back on me and the way she was speaking vibrated directly to my dick. She smiled when she felt it shift.

“The numbers first. We have plenty of time for that in a bit. Let's show them the cost to hide the treasure. Wait we always discussed my safe word. What’s yours?”

She was about to get fucked right here. Her boldness drove me up a damn wall. All I wanted was to be a part of this confidence she was displaying. I worked hard to show her and uncover this side of her; now that she was walking in it, I was so fucking proud. I had never been a possessive nigga, but with how good she was looking, I wanted to slay her ass in front of this whole room so they could see with their own eyes that her body and mind belonged to me. We belonged to each other and it wasn’t shit anybody could do about it. Not even us. She ran from me, but I ran from her, too.

“I don’t need one. There ain’t shit you can think of doing that I’m not with.”

She tore away from me and I stood planted for a moment and turned to the skyline, knowing I couldn’t adjust myself. After a few deep breaths, I was right back with it. I walked back into the room with my confidence back and all doubts about myself and this situation removed. I could walk away but I wouldn’t have to. They were going to buy what I was selling because it made damn good sense, and there was one thing I knew about people; everyone wanted pleasure. I could deliver that. My eyes floated to my Le Monroe as she danced around the room. My gaze openly flirted with her, and when they saw her blushed expression, they looked directly back to where her eyes connected. Me. Got them.

“Hopefully, you guys can take a break from your meal and allow me to show you some critical price points.” Humor coated my words because none of them had touched their food yet. They were too busy eating their damn hearts out.

“Of course, sure.” Brian cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt.

“What you gentlemen sit in now is called the pleasure suite. It comes with multiple hidden treasures. The price point I am suggesting per night is $5000. With that price point in mind my asking price would be recovered in less than six months’ time.”

“No one is going to pay that. We are a domestic chain, not the Ritz Carlton. We wanted nice enhancements, but that is never going to sell with our brand. It’s too—" Brian’s words trailed off when Le bent her beautiful ass over next to him. He was in awe of seeing something so damn sexy up close. She rose back to her feet after retrieving whatever she picked up from the ground.

“Let’s hear the man out. What do you have to show us,” Harris spoke up for the first time, and Brian’s face reddened, knowing he was caught.

“Thank you. I am always under the impression that you can be whoever you want to be. Having a Royalty signature on your walls elevates the structure of your hotel and seals the fact that you only deal with the best. This will put Giovan Hotels right where they should be. It can corner a specialized market that looks for what we offer. The things exclusive clients will pay unlimited dollars for. Where they can be themselves without judgment, allow me to show you.”

I went to my woman and looped my hand in hers. I walked to the bedroom of the suite. I busted my ass getting this one room together. I put my own money behind it. Unlike homes with hotels, you were working with such a limited space, so I had to stage the room so that it still looked big. There still needed to be 200 square feet unaccounted for. The men were slow and anxious to come, but their interest was piqued without question. Fuck it. It was time to seal the deal.

Le rubbed her beautiful, manicured hand across my signature, drawing their attention to it. The way she could command a room without words had us all eating out of the palm of her hand. I knew I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, and to be honest, I didn’t plan to. She was all in, and when it came to my woman, as long as there weren’t kids around, I didn’t give a damn who saw her getting this dick or my lips on that pretty pussy, ass, or anywhere in between.

She pushed the button, and the men jumped, hearing the wall vibrate. It started to open, and ever the pessimist Brian opened his mouth again. “What would the maintenance on something like that cost? You would have to make sure something like this was looked at on a recurring basis.”

“I would be willing to offer a maintenance contract for a monthly fee.”

“Ha! More money for you and your—" Once again, Brian’s words were cut short as I pulled the light and stepped into the room. Le didn’t waste a second losing her dress. Her black panty and bra set was the star of the show. I heard the men shift behind me, but at this point, they could have been here or not. Her body was speaking to me. Whenever and wherever I was going to answer the call. Like a magnet, my hands moved to her hips.

Space was limited, and above her head, a metal chain dangled from the ceiling that was reinforced by rods. On the end, it was two wrist-cuffs I created. The inside was coated with silk to give comfort but the right amount of grip if she acted up. She walked forward and looped her hands in the restraints. I secured them as her body brushed mine. I could feel her hard nipples through my shirt. I could imagine how soaked the seat of her panties was. With hooded lids, she looked at me. Her mouth fell open as I went down on my knee to secure the restraints that bond her feet. Her open-toed heels were still secured on her feet, and the white polish on her toes popped, begging to be kissed. I would. I was going to kiss everything.

Standing back up straight, she bucked wildly to display the restraint mechanism. Each time she moved, her legs spread further apart. She bucked and turned until her legs and arms were both completely spread out and her legs were in a split. I stepped between her thick thighs. I grabbed her neck and slammed her pelvis into mine. Her eyes closed, and she whispered, “Shouldn’t we, shouldn’t we tell these gentlemen what this room is and everything it has.”

I cocked a smile. She was breaking in front of me. I could smell how much she wanted me. The men in the room all stood in the back corner with the same stance. Their suitcoats draped over their arms securely in front of their midsection. I looked back to her spread out, looking like a fucking meal. Her toes wiggled in her shoes as my hold on her neck increased.

“,” she breathed out.

I didn’t move my eyes away from her, but I did speak. “Gentlemen, this is called the pleasure chamber. It will be a part of every presidential suite in your hotel chain. As I spoke about previously, there will be four of these. This will be one of the standard features here, along with the pleasure table you see in the corner. The room is completely soundproofed, so your other guests will not be bothered by what happens here. The restraints you see on the wall are my custom pieces, and they are interchangeable upon request. You can charge per request to increase your sales revenue. One thing about people who live this lifestyle is they always have a way of seeking out places where they can be themselves. All you need is one guest, and the word will spread like wildfire.”

Le clung to my words, and I didn’t give a fuck how they were taking them. I was ready to risk it all for her ass. Her thighs squeezed around me, and my dick was so hard it hurt being restrained. “Should we show them how some of these other things work, or are you ready for something else? You look so fucking good to me it’s hard for me to stay focused,” I asked her. Her pussy ground against me.

“The balcony. Should we show them? May I get down, sir?” Her voice was feather light, and to be honest, the visual of her strung out before me was so damn good I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Her eyes flickered to me, calling for me to focus but never speaking a word to take away my power over the situation. Bondage was my thing, and I flirted with domination, but the way she spoke to me. The way her words coaxed me into ultimate power made me want to explore that dynamic more. There were so many things that we had ahead of us. A lifetime of different ways to please each other while building each other up.

“We should because I don’t know how long you can lay before me like that, and I don’t do exactly what you would like me to.” I released the pull on the chains, and it allowed her to stand up. I unbound her hands and feet. She walked by the men in all her confident glory and didn’t speak a word. I followed her out to the balcony. The night sky greeted us again. The fall air was beautiful, and as the wind made its way across her skin, the chill bumps rose.

“So fucking beautiful,” I admired her, and once she backed up to the railing slightly, I pulled her to me for a kiss. Her hands wrapped around my back. I fisted her hair to pull her away and pull my eyes to me. “You okay?” I whispered.

“Yes, I’m fine, and they are buying,” she whispered back as her eyes darted over my shoulder. I released my hold and turned around to them.

“What’s pleasure without a little thrill? The balcony feature will be twofold.” They were engaged entirely so I turned back to my Le Monroe and dropped to my knee again. “You have your restraints, of course. We want a thrill, but we want to be completely safe. This balcony features restraints at three different levels. The feet.” I slipped her feet into the smooth restraints on the bottom side of the balcony. “These are operational through a button here. I rose to my feet, pulled the remote from my pocket, and hit the switch, showing how the restraints widened her legs and allowed them to get closer. I left them to my liking at a 45-degree angle, knowing I was coming back.

“Also, the hands. These are not operational because they must be secure. There are multiple restraint points so that the angle can be perfect for our guests' liking.” I secured her hands, and her back arched forward, trying to brush me as I moved around her. My gaze pinned her and she bit her bottom lip with need. I heard a sigh slip from her that made me want to beat my chest like a cave man.

“Finally and most importantly, the waist.” This time, I went on both of my knees and secured her around her abdomen. The scent of her arousal knocked me back, and being at eye level with my pussy made me rub my nose against it.

“Aahhh,” she moaned out, and I heard one of the men clear their throat. My eyes locked on her.

“The other feature is the ability to be viewed. The presidential suites will have a feature that others can watch in real time. The positioning of the balcony, though expensive to build, will have the perfect angle to come out and watch others. Once they have checked in, I would suggest private selection features where the guests can choose whether or not they are open to viewing others or would like to be the star of the show. If they opt in, the guests can communicate through private channels to let them know when they will be indulging and when to come watch. All of this will be completely private and free from judgment.”

I looped my hands in the fabric of her panties and pulled down, just allowing them to see her beautiful strip of hair that she had waxed on her pussy. Her body jerked.

“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Be patient for me or the wait will be longer,” I whispered.

“We get it. I think that this will more than pay for itself,” Harris said, and the other men remained silent. They looked annoyed that Harris had stopped me. I rose to my feet again and gave Harris a firm handshake.

“Good with you fellas?” I checked for buy-in. They nodded slowly.

“Great,” Harris clapped. I will send you the documents tonight, and you can sign them. We will deposit the funds into your account as soon as the ink dries. Thank you for the presentation.”

“I would hate for you, gentleman, to leave on an empty stomach. My beautiful woman worked so hard on it. It is yours to take. I’ll have a different meal tonight.” I turned back to her and winked. She sat there on fire.

The man shuffled around, and I saw Brian purposefully being slow about leaving. The three others hit the door, and he turned to me.

“I don’t want to overstep, but are you guys available for parties?”

“Not currently, but if that ever changes I’ll let you know.” Disappointment coated his face, but he took my answer and left.

I turned back to the balcony. I watched her from a distance. One night of her being watched and she relished it. She was so damn powerful with her walls down. Bound but completely in control. She understood that. She trusted me not to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. I never would have asked her to do this. She wanted to. She got off on it, and my only aim was to please. She stepped up for me in so many ways. Picking shit up when my assistant dropped the ball and so much more. I hope she was prepared for how I was about to step for her ass. That was my wife. My forever, and as soon as I got done fucking her properly, I was going ring shopping.