Chapter 15: Gift or Greed

It is hard for me to believe that it has been a year since moving to the small island chain off the coast of St. Maarten in the Caribbean. It is even harder to believe that we opened three exclusive resorts and survived a hurricane during our first year of business.

With the hustle and bustle of construction over and the hectic days and weeks prior to the grand openings in the past, I was hoping to devote more time to my family and friends.

Our daughter, Liz, turned 17 last year and will be taking on-line courses in Resort Management this fall. Ann and I are very impressed with how much she has matured over the last twelve months. Our little girl is truly an adult now in every way imaginable.

The Smith family had settled into their new quarters. John spent a lot of time on island five getting familiar with what was currently being done as far as procurement, storage, distribution, and maintenance were concerned. By the end of the first week he had an eight page document of his findings broken down into immediate needs, secondary needs, and a wish list.

The appointment of John Smith as Chief Procurement Officer did have some unintended consequences. The first day after his arrival, I took John to Island Five and introduced him to the warehouse manager along with the supervisors for storage, distribution, and maintenance. I told them that John and I were going to take a tour of the facilities and we would meet with them again after lunch. At 1pm we returned to the main office. The only person there was David Lake, the maintenance supervisor. Even the two secretaries were absent from their desks. We waited for about 15 minutes and sent David out to try and find the missing personnel.

John and I entered the warehouse manager’s office. I open the computer on the desk. Every file had been deleted. I called Jack Roberts and asked him if he could retrieve the deleted files. He said he could and I told him to load them back to this computer and also load them into John’s computer. Jack told me that there was one file that was encrypted. He used a decryption program and the original contents appeared.

“Jack, how long will it take for you to load John and my computers?”

“I can be there in 30 minutes if a boat is available.”

“Call Rolf if you have a problem.”

“Will do.”

David Lake returned and said, “Sorry Mr. Moran, but our missing employees have left the island. They took a boat and were headed towards the mainland.

While I waited for Jack’s arrival I called Alejandro. I informed Al about the missing employees and asked him if he could dispatch some of his security officers to find them and bring them back to the island.

“Eddie, what if they don’t want to return?”

“Convince them!”

I could just see the smile on Al’s face.

Jack arrived 20 minutes later and handed John his new laptop. John gave me a memory chip. “You already have access to all of the data from Island 5, all you have to do is add the encrypted and decrypted files to your laptop.”

I loaded the chip and brought up the decrypted file. It was a spreadsheet showing vendor names, dates, and amount of monies.

John and I looked at each other. We each knew the reason for the missing employees. They were taking kickbacks from companies that we purchased goods from.

Before John and I could exchange our nonverbal thoughts, my phone rang. It was Alejandro.

“Eddie, I don’t know what has happened but your black sheep are scared to death. My people said that their apartments were empty. The GM’s apartment also had a safe. It was open and empty. I called the airport. Five people, matching the description of our missing employees, rented a plane and are halfway to Cuba.”

“Sergeant Major, your orders are still in effect.”

“Sir, Yes Sir.”

I caught a ride back to Pineapple Island with Jack. I wanted to meet with Rolf, Matt, and the Grandparents about today’s revelations and my plans to correct the problems. I was very happy to find out that they supported my responses to the problem on Island 5.

Al called and let me know that his contacts had located our missing employees. They were all together in a beach house in Santiago de Cuba. Greg MacDonald volunteered to pilot Al and four of his people to Cuba on two conditions.

The first was that his wife, Connie, would be able to stay with my family while he was gone. With a smirk, I told Al that Ann, Lizzy, and I would happily take care of his wife’s needs while Greg was gone.

“Eddie, the second condition is that Greg would participate in the ground operation.”

I had a problem with okaying Greg to participate in the raid. Greg had saved my life during my last mission in the Nam but he had done so in the cockpit of a Cobra gunship, not as a grunt on the ground.

“Eddie, I know you have reservations about a civilian going on a raid but I have to tell you that both Greg and his daughter Karen have qualified expert with an AR-15 and a Glock 19. I have no doubt that they would perform admirably in a harm’s way situation.”

“What if Greg gets hurt? Who would fly the plane?”

Al said, “Karen will be flying in the second seat.”

With a lot of trepidation, I approved the second condition.

Al said that they would leave tonight and return by Thursday night.

Ann, Lizzy, and I had just finished dinner when John Smith knocked on our door. His shirt was unbuttoned and his suit coat and tie were draped over his left forearm. He looked exhausted.

I invited him in but he politely refused. “I just stopped by to let you know that all deliveries have been made. We are down three men and two women and it slowed today’s activities from being completed on time. Would it be alright with you if I had my kids help out until we can hire full-time replacements?”

I gave John my approval of his request. I also told him, “If they work hard and enjoy the work, you can hire them as permanent employees.”

My last call of the evening was to Austin Brooks. Austin was my mentor when I was learning about the BDSM community. I explained what had occurred on Island 5, what my plan was to handle the situation, and asked if she would help me. Austin enthusiastically agreed to help.

“I will pick you up at your dock at 9am.”

“Yes Master. I will do as you command.”

Ann and I went to bed early tonight. Lizzy was spending the night with Gracie, and Connie had convinced Greg that she would stay with John. Something about having some mother/son time.

We had the house to ourselves.

“It’s been a long time since we have been alone together,” my wife said.

“I agree. What are we going to do with so much peace and quiet?”

My wife slowly raised her staff t-shirt up and over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that she was braless. I found out later that Ann’s and Lizzy’s decision to forgo wearing bras had spread to the entire cadre of female staffers.

She began twisting to and fro. Her breasts began to jiggle, begging me to take hold of them.

When I reached for them, Ann backed up. She slowly unzipped her cargo shorts. My cock began to harden. When her shorts fell off her hips, my cock was at full length.

I moved forward to take her in my arms and she shook her head, no.

She spread her legs apart showing me her freshly shaved pussy. She was smiling as she cupped her breasts and began massaging them. Precum started forming on the tip of my cock. Her hands left her breasts and moved down her tummy until they covered her pussy.

A few seconds later, she pulled her pussy lips apart and I lost all control. I stripped naked, pulled my wife to me, and backed up until my legs hit the bed. I fell backwards pulling my wife with me. She pulled her legs up, knelt on the bed and inserted my cock into her depths.

My wife was slowly riding my cock. The pleasure was intense. Her movements increased in speed and force. On one of her upward movements, I put my hands on her hips and pushed her off of me. I positioned her so that she was on her back in the center of the bed. Her knees were spread as I inched my way up her body.

My cock found its home as I kissed my wife’s lips. Our kisses were soft and loving. I also kissed her nose, eyes, and forehead. Ann really gets turned on when her earlobes are nibbled and her neck is kissed. She can actually orgasm when her neck is sucked hard enough to leave a hickey.

I moved my mouth to her neck and I could feel her vagina shudder. The more I sucked the faster her breathing increased. Her skin began to redden as her blood flow increased. Pussy muscles began twitching in advance of her orgasm. My balls were filling with cum. We came at the same time.

When we both started to come back to earth, I rolled us onto our sides. With my cock still in my wife’s pussy, we fell asleep.

At 3am, Tuesday morning, my sat phone chirped. “Taco. Tango.” Al was trying to contact me. I slipped out of bed and on my way to the kitchen I replied, “Tango.”

“Tango, we arrived safely and the realtor will show us the property later this morning. We might go back tonight and see what it looks like at night. If all looks good we will sign the paperwork tomorrow evening.”

“10-4 Taco. Just make sure it is the property we want.”

“Roger. Taco out.”

I was sitting at the kitchen counter, elbows on the table and my head resting on the palms of my hands when I sensed a presence in the room.

“Are you okay, honey?”

I felt my wife’s arms wrap around me. Her breasts were pressed against my shoulder blades.

“Just thinking.”

“Does it have something to do with a phone call at 3am and the use of code words instead of names?”

“Yes.”

Ann lifted my head off of my hands and turned my head towards her.

“Let me guess, Alejandro is Taco.”

“Yes.”

“And wherever in the hell he is, he is not there to look at property to buy.”

“Correct.”

I watched my wife move away from me and start a pot of coffee. Without looking at me she said, “You found the missing employees!”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do to them?”

I didn’t answer.

Wednesday, I left around noon to join up with Austin and help her on the finishing touches for the activities planned for tonight.

I was pleasantly surprised that an opaque plastic curtain was hanging on the south end of the warehouse. As I got closer, I could see that there was a slit in the middle. I opened the curtain and stepped inside. John Smith and Austin Brooks were completing the last of five St. Andrew’s crosses.

Before my introduction into the world of BDSM, I thought a cross was a short, horizontal piece of wood attached to a longer, vertical piece of wood forming the letter T. The crosses in front of me were in the form of the letter X. Restraints for ankles, legs, waist, arms, and wrists were attached to each cross.

“John, why in hell are you here? You don’t have to be here when our guests arrive.”

“Eddie. This is my department and I am responsible for anything that happens within its environ. Plus, I want to show you my support for whatever you plan to do tonight.”

I had planned that only Alejandro and Austin would be present while I was disciplining my soon to be former employees. Before I could thank John, I saw Rolf Svenson and Matt Twain enter the enclosure carrying boxes.

“Who else is going to be here tonight? This isn’t a BDSM party. I don’t want any of you here tonight. I don’t want any of you involved if anything goes wrong.”

Rolf said, “Eddie, we are like brothers and brothers support each other in good times and bad.”

Matt said, “Eddie, you built us into a team. You supported every one of us and made us better. We are not leaving you alone tonight.”

We finished our preparations at 5pm. “I guess we can all return home and wait for Al’s call.”

“Ah, Eddie,” John said. “I think our women are bringing dinner to us.”