The Commodities Market

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

“Mr. Jensen, there’s a call for you on line two… a Mr. Rodriguez.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth.”

“Rafael, my dear friend… how are you this fine day?”

“I am wonderful Adam and you?”

“I’ve never been better. So what can I do for you today? Are you looking for a little tip that will make you a bit more money? Maybe a little insider trading or something?” I asked.

“No, no… not today, my friend. I am in town and thought we might get together for lunch. I’ve got something for you and your lovely wife.”

“No problem. Where would you want to meet?”

“Rosa Mexicanos on First and Fifty-eighth…. How’s 1:30?”

“Fantastic Raf… I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Take care.”

Rafael is one of my best clients. He’s one of the most powerful drug lords in all of Central America. Being a specialty broker on Wall Street, I have had many dealings with Mr. Rodriguez. He has an extremely large amount of cash to… well, I guess the only word that actually covers what I do for him is launder. But in doing so, I make him a lot of money and hide it really well.

In the early afternoon I walked into the restaurant and found my friend from south of the border along with his entire entourage. Before I was even seated, he called to the waiter.

“Camarero, please bring my good friend a Scotch and water. Glen Morey will be fine,” he said as he turned back to me. “Is that okay with you, Mr. Jensen?”

“Of course, Rafael, but why the formality?”

“Just respect, Adam, just respect. After all you help me and make me lots and lots of money.”

Our conversation continued as a vast quantity of food was placed on the table for us to sample and share. Everything is always done in a big way with this man. I don’t think it is for show either. He is so wealthy that he just likes to overdo life.

We sat and ate until there was no more room while the conversation and drinks continued for another hour. Finally, he reached into his jacket pocket and slid a white, business-sized envelope across the table towards me.

“Here is a pair of tickets for a two week cruise for you and your gorgeous wife. It’s Janine, isn’t it?”

I nodded my head as he continued, “They are to the western Caribbean and Mexico. Of course, your accommodations are Royal Suites, the same as I would stay in, but I have my own cruise ship so I don’t have to deal with the peasants.”

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to me as a peasant, but I know he has a yacht that cost him over thirty million dollars, so why would he even consider anything like Princess Cruises. After all he does need his privacy.

“That is very generous of you, Señor Rodriguez. I’m sure Janine will be very happy. Thank you, sir.”

“Think nothing of it. It’s just a little something as a token of what you do for me. Of course, when you reach Mexico you’ll spend a couple days at my hacienda as my special guest. I have a grand surprise for you there.

“As you can see, I purchased the vacation for a month from now. That will give you plenty of time to make preparations and for me to get things ready. I hope that is fine with you.”

“It’s no problem, sir. A month from now is perfect. I’ll make the necessary plans.”

I cleared nearly three weeks from my calendar and business continued as usual. Time seemed to fly by as our vacation got closer. Finally, on Thursday, the 25th, we flew from New York to Miami and then on to Fort Lauderdale.

Janine was really looking forward to snorkeling in Cozumel. It is one of her favorite spots.

In the morning we boarded the Amethyst Princess and settled into our suite ready for departure. As the giant craft left port, we stood out on our balcony and waved to the folks on shore.

“Come on, babe… let’s get started. I have something special for you,” Janine whispered in my ear.

I lingered on our private deck for a few moments more but as I turned I was completely taken by surprise. Janine was nearly naked, sexily clad in just a small black demi bra, tiny silk matching panties and a lacy garter belt that held up her silk hose.

“Wow!”

My c**k immediately stirred as my eyes focused on the yellow object that hung from her fingers. It wasn’t that her beautiful body and sexy lingerie didn’t excite me, but the strong nylon disposable handcuffs triggered a different kind of lust deep within me.

Immediately I stripped off my clothes and sank to my knees at her feet.

“Yes, Mistress… how can I serve you?”

She didn’t say a word as she walked around behind me running her fingers over my shoulder and down my back. Carefully Janine lifted my right hand and slid the plastic device up onto my wrist. I could hear the zipper-like clicks as the loop tightened. She guided my other hand into the remaining loop and soon had my hands securely cuffed behind my back.

“That will do for now, slave,” she whispered as she moved around in front of me. After twisting her fingers tightly in my hair and pulling my head up she continued, “You’ve got a job to do, so you’d better get busy.”

Janine pulled my face between her legs so my nose pressed against the smooth, thin fabric that covered her p***y. With another partial step forward I was pulled deeper between her thighs. My head was forced back as my lips touched the moist spot between her legs. Ever so gently I opened my mouth and sucked in the hot, passion juices that dampened her delicate panties.

A few minutes passed before she stepped back and slid her undies down over her hips. My eyes remained fixed on her dark, neatly trimmed bush. She slid her panties further down her legs and stepped out of them. I watched as they slipped daintily from her finger tips and landed on the floor beside me.

My attention returned to her magnificent body. My eyes focused on the tiny wisps of pubic hair that pointed directly to the waiting treasure. I knew what she wanted as she eased forward a tiny bit more. With my head tipped back she mounted my open mouth, letting our lips touch. I gasped with pleasure as she rubbed her hungry p***y up and down my face marking her territory with her lust juice. Soon she settled in and let my tongue do its thing.

I slowly slid my tongue along the incredibly moist slit between her thighs. They were slightly swollen with lust. The tip of my tongue slipped deeply into her love tunnel. In and out, in and out ever so gently, catching every drop of juice that slowly seeped from her body until I finally found her hidden spot. Her clit was full of blood, fully engorged by her s****l excitement. Like a boxer with a punching bag, my tongue worked the tiny bundle of nerve-filled flesh.

It didn’t take long. Her knees locked and her legs stiffened as quiet little squeals of pleasure escaped her lips. I felt the violent shudder when her powerful orgasm burst through her releasing the girl c*m which flooded from her loins. I drank from her fountain, satisfied that I had pleased my Mistress.

A few moments passed and her heavy breathing calmed. I licked the remaining drops of nectar from her hidden lips and looked up at her as she stepped away. I had pleased her. I was happy.

She bent over and picked up her panties, pulling them over my head and leaving the wet, double fabric area directly on my nose. I breathed in deeply and inhaled the lustful essence that had permeated her dainty treasure. My eyes were partially covered by the black silk but I carefully watched her reach back and remove her bra. Her beautiful breasts pointed upward sitting proudly on her chest.

I love her t**s. They are petite but perfectly pear shaped with firm, dark n*****s, but they highlight her small, trim body. And they are real. They are just right.

She draped her bra around my neck and turned to her suitcase. Before long she was dressed in a tiny string bikini and was heading for the door.

“I’m going out to get some sun. You can stay there and think about how you’re going to satisfy me later. Come on, you’re slouching. Let’s go… kneel at attention slave. You know how you’re supposed to be. “

So with my shoulders back, chest out and just my knees and tips of my toes touching the carpet, I readied for my stay while she went out on the deck to relax.

While she was enjoying the warm Caribbean sun I thought about how I got into this strange situation. When Janine and I were dating and moved in together we had gone out for dinner and clubbing with a couple of our friends. We all went back to our apartment for some more drinks and before long everyone was getting pretty drunk. Janine’s friend, Stacy, suggested we play drinking Charades. She claimed it was far more fun with a buzz on.

After a while we tired of that game and moved on to Sexy Truth or Dare. When it was Stacy’s turn she asked me, “What is your most secret fantasy or desire?”

Well, having too much to drink sort of helped me tell everyone that I loved bondage and wanted to be the total slave of a sexy, attractive female. They all laughed about it and later as a dare I stripped naked and took the elevator down to the lobby and back up. No one believed I would run around with my c**k and balls swinging in the breeze. I told them to go out on the balcony and watch. I went to the ground floor and right outside to wave to them. There were only a couple of people around and it didn’t bother me or them a bit.

Finally, Stacy and Phil staggered home and Janine and I went to bed. It was then that she asked me about my secret slave thing. I tried to say that I was just kidding, but she wouldn’t buy it in the least. She had obviously found something on the internet a while ago that I didn’t get properly erased.

I hemmed and hawed for a minute or so, being a little embarrassed to explain things any further. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She returned with the tie from one of her robes.

“Give me your hands.”

I held out my lightly fisted hands with my wrists touching and watched her tie them tightly together. I was surprised that she was so good at it.

“Where’d you learn to tie someone up like that?” I asked.

“My brothers and I would play little games when we were young. I’ve tied them up lots of times.”

“Were they ever naked?”

“Usually they were and Billy would get just as hard as you are right now. This obviously excites you a lot as well.”

“Does it excite you?”

“Maybe… you can determine that later.”

“So with all your worldly experience with bondage, what else did you do to them?”

“Lots of things, but right now we aren’t concerned with my brothers. I want you to get that tongue busy and give me the thrill of my life. Depending on how you do will determine if you get to have any pleasure of your own tonight other than being tied up.”

So I got down between her legs and pleasured her with my tongue through a multitude of earth-shaking orgasms. I think that with me tied up and all, her screams and moans were the best I’ve ever heard.

Finally, she pushed me away. She gave me a little kiss on the forehead and said good night.

“But what about me?” I asked.

“Maybe tomorrow night, slave. We’ll see.”

That was it? There was nothing more? I was left tied with a pulse-throbbing hard-on and an unsatisfied lust that raged wildly within me.

“But, honey… I’m so hot. I really need some relief.”

“Not tonight and maybe not tomorrow either. It depends. You wanted someone to control you, so that’s how it’s going to be from now on. Now go to sleep before you piss me off. Good night.”

“Good night, honey. I love you.”

I didn’t sleep very well that night. The whole thing happened so quickly. It took a long time for my c**k to settle down and return to normal. With thoughts of bondage and slavery racing through my mind and a persistent hard-on, it took me a couple of hours before I finally drifted off.