His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short stories) - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Fitz and I were invited to the New Year's Eve celebration of the resort. Neither of us planned anything else, so this seemed the perfect way to ring in the new year.
The short village strip leading up to the resort was like a winter wonderland; small stores and cottages were aglow with Christmas lights, and old-fashioned lanterns on ornate black poles lined the street. Nestled high in the snowy mountains, the ski lodge exudes a warm and inviting atmosphere, perfect for ringing in the New Year.
We pulled up to Perkins Ski Resort, a premier luxury destination. The inn had been transformed into a banquet hall and boutique, and the changes since my last visit over a decade ago were striking.
As you approach, the exterior is adorned with twinkling fairy lights that cascade from the eaves, illuminating the frosty landscape. A grand wooden door, framed by pine garlands dusted with faux snow, invites guests into a world of cozy elegance. The shuttle pulled up under the tall porte-cochere, and a tuxedoed valet opened the door.
Inside, the lodge is transformed into a winter wonderland. The façade now featured a tasteful mix of stonework and timber, replacing the old rendered cement. The expansive great room boasts a towering stone fireplace, crackling with flames that cast a golden glow across the space. Plush, oversized sofas and rustic wooden chairs are arranged around the hearth, draped in soft, colorful blankets. The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the enticing aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres being served by attentive staff.
The walls are adorned with festive decorations: shimmering snowflakes hang from the ceiling, and elegant garlands entwined with sparkling ornaments and pinecones frame the large windows that offer breathtaking views of the snow-capped peaks. A beautifully set long table dominates the dining area, draped in a rich, velvety cloth and scattered with candlelit centerpieces of evergreen boughs and glittering glass baubles.
As the night unfolds, the soft sounds of live music filter through the air, creating an enchanting backdrop for laughter and conversation. A well-stocked bar, crafted from polished wood, offers a variety of drinks, from sparkling champagne to rich, warming cocktails.
Quinn and Charlie, who had invested heavily in the resort a few years back, were lingering in the foyer, greeting guests as we walked in. Quinn spotted us and strode over, a broad smile on his face.
"Olivia!" He swept me into a hug and then shook Fitz's hand. "So pleased you both made it. You look stunning as ever."
I'm wearing a stunning black dress that perfectly embodies sophistication and effortless chic. The sleek silhouette hugs my curves in all the right places, crafted from luxurious silk that catches the light with every movement.
The daring off-the-shoulder neckline adds a touch of allure while maintaining an air of elegance. Delicate pleats cascade down the bodice, creating a sense of movement and grace. A subtle black satin belt cinches the waist, accentuating my figure and adding definition.
The skirt flows into a dramatic, floor-length A-line shape, with a subtle train that trails behind me as I walk, giving an ethereal presence. Scattered throughout are delicate embellishments—tiny sequins that shimmer like stars, catching the soft glow of the evening lights.
Completing the look, I wear strappy black heels that add a hint of glamour, and my hair is styled in loose, soft waves that frame my face. Bold red lips and understated jewelry—a pair of simple diamond stud earrings—add the finishing touches. As I enter the room with Fitz, I exude confidence and charm, undeniably the epitome of elegance as we celebrate the New Year in style
He handed Fitz an envelope and directed us to the main ballroom.
The room was lit with warm orange-red lighting, and the impressive cathedral ceiling showcased an intricate light display. Pale purple and blue patterns spiraled in time with the beat of the music, which emanated from large speakers and a DJ booth on stage at the far end of the room.
Fitz whistled as he took in the room and the hundreds of people who filled it. We went to the bar, where I ordered a glass of red wine and Fitz a Whisky Sour with a liberal dash of orange bitters and a wedge of lime.
"A few of these and I'll be flat on the floor," I said, choking on my first sip. It was stronger than I remembered.
"Ah, just how I like you," Fitz said with a leer. I playfully socked him in the arm as we made our way through the crowd, looking for our friends. A strong hand at my elbow made me turn around.
I decided to wander through the crowd, soaking up the atmosphere. I collected a glass of champagne from the free bar and found a chair at the edge of the room to people-watch. I spotted Huck and Kim on the dance floor, practically grinding on each other. I'd yet to see Andrew and Millie since losing them at the entrance.
Abby caught my eye, hanging off the elbow of a tall dark-haired man, and she sashayed across the room towards me, dressed in a long-sleeved sequined mini dress in rose gold.
"My late father used to say family and friends are like fudge," I said once we'd taken a sip, "mostly sweet with a few nuts."
Abby burst into laughter, and the dark-haired man she was with earlier started giving her a sexy stare-down from across the room.
"I think your date's waiting for you."
"He's not my date... At least not yet." She stood and walked, hips swinging, across the room towards the man before suddenly veering off towards the dance floor. His startled expression was comical, and he took off after her with a greedy sheen in his eyes. I had to laugh at her wiles. She had her act down pat.
I craned my neck and saw no sign of Fitz at the bar, but I did see Jake, whose seething gaze seemed to cut across the ballroom straight to me. I finished my drink, and a gust of icy wind blew past as party-goers walked in off the balcony. I took that as my cue, getting to my feet as gracefully as I could muster and slipping out through the still-open door.
Outside, the temperature was frigid, but the alcohol was warming me slowly from within like a pot-bellied stove. I leaned on the balcony, staring down the mountain towards the twinkling lights from town. It was pretty, but I felt disconnected from it. From the party inside too.. Normally, I'd be tearing up the dance floor, having the time of my life.
Fitz appeared beside me and handed me a flute of champagne.
"I've been looking for you."
"I didn't think through the logistics of tonight," I said, accepting the champagne and throwing half of it back in one mouthful.
Fitz retrieved a hotel key card from his pocket. "We have lodgings for the night in the premier chalet. If you're over the riff-raff, we can go and check out our new digs."
I took the key card, turned it over in my hand, and finished the champagne with a second mouthful. The flute clattered against the wooden railing when I set it down.
"Well, if you're ready to call it a night, then I'm sure we can rustle up a case of Michelob and some dirty sweats somewhere around here." I pretended to squint into the darkness. Fitz chuckled and settled against the railing next to me.
"They say the way you spend New Year's Eve is the way you spend the rest of your year," I told him, handing the card back.
Fitz looked unconvinced. "Who says that?"
"I don't know," I said, waving a hand around. "They."
"Sounds stupid." The crow's feet around his eyes deepened as his smile widened, I snorted in agreement, but it came out more like a hiccup gone wrong. I was halfway drunk.
"You're a trip, you know that?" Fitz just smiled, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, you can dress a shit sandwich all you want, but at the end of the day, it's still a shit sandwich."
Fitz laughed long and loud. "I don't think that's how that saying goes, Olivia."
"Oh, shut it now." I socked him playfully on the shoulder, but he grabbed my fist, pulling me in for a kiss. It was rough and deep, my fist somehow ending up clinging to his sweater, and his hand groping my backside. He pulled away, eyes glazed, and I was left dazed, panting. He traced his thumb over my bottom lip, and my heart clenched unexpectedly. I loved and hated how much of an effect he had on me.
"Let's dance," he said. All the while ignoring my protests, and then somehow, we were inside and on the dance floor, I moved awkwardly at first until the beat of the bass swept me away. Thank the Lord for alcohol, as we swirled and boogied away.
I saw Abby move past us, arms wrapped around her dark and handsome beau, and I thought I might've heard Millie's screeching laugh above the music. When I stumbled, Fitz caught me by the arm and lifted me until my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He danced with me like that for the rest of the song until I thought I was going to bust a stitch laughing.
After two more dances and two more whiskey cocktails, I insisted we order over the bar. We stumbled through the resort grounds with the bottle of Cristal.
Fitz located our chalet, and as I flicked the light on, I let out a "WHOA" as I took in the breathtaking room. The spacious living area was a masterful blend of rustic charm and modern luxury. Vaulted ceilings with exposed wooden beams soared above, and large windows framed a panoramic view of the snow-capped mountains outside, their beauty accentuated by the soft glow of twilight.
The centerpiece of the room was a grand stone fireplace, crackling warmly and casting a cozy light that danced across the plush furnishings. A deep, oversized sectional sofa, upholstered in soft, earthy tones, invited us to sink in and relax. Beautifully woven throws and a cluster of velvet pillows added an extra touch of comfort and style.
Rich wooden accents adorned the space, from the handcrafted coffee table to the elegant dining area that boasted a long, rustic table surrounded by chic chairs. In one corner, a small bar cart gleamed with an array of fine spirits, ready for a celebratory toast.
Artwork reflecting the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape adorned the walls, while strategically placed candles and lanterns added a warm, inviting ambiance. The air was filled with the subtle scent of pine and cinnamon, heightening the feeling of a winter retreat.
Every detail felt carefully curated, from the elegant light fixtures that hung above to the soft, ambient music that seemed to drift from hidden speakers. It was a sanctuary of comfort and style, the perfect setting to unwind after a day on the slopes. I couldn't help but smile, knowing this chalet would be the backdrop for unforgettable memories.
"Nice," we clapped enthusiastically. I fell back onto the couch with a flourish, and a moment later, Fitz handed me a small tumbler with a snifter of Cristal and bounced over the back of the couch to join me with his glass.
"This reminds me of a French chalet I went to once with an old girlfriend."
I paused mid-sip. "Is Fitz Grant sharing his romantic history with me?" I pretended to pinch myself, and he scowled.
"I was 21, still a kid." He finished his whiskey in one hit and stared thoughtfully into the bottom of the glass.
"And?" I prompted. Sometimes, getting this man to open up was like drawing blood from a stone. I grabbed the bottle and topped his glass up.
"And... she was 19. She used to tell people she was descended from English royalty, but as far as I could see, she was just a royal bitch. I was just happy to be getting it regularly." He waggled his brows suggestively.
"Sure, have a type, don't you?" I said, thinking about Millie. "Bitchy," I explained.
"You're not my type." His eyes darkened, and my heart quickened.
"No, I'm not." I finished my drink and set it down on the floor.
I climbed across the lounge in what I hoped appeared seductively, then straddled him. Fitz's brows lifted and he threw back the amount I poured him in one mouthful. I took the glass from his hand, letting it drop onto the rug, and opened up his jacket, running my hands down his chest. I pushed him back onto the couch and he hit the cushions with a bounce. I slowly unhooked his belt, his eyes tracing the movements of my hands as I carefully released the top buttons of my dress and opened it up slowly for him, revealing my white lace bra. I wriggled the bra down till my breasts popped out, exposed.
His jaw went a little slack, eyes trained on my chest as I trailed my fingers across my breasts, winding slow circles around my nipples until they puckered, "I'm something else altogether," I said. My head swam, and I knew I'd pay for it tomorrow morning, but right now I couldn't give a damn. "I'm different, aren't I?" I asked innocently as I slid a hand down the length of my stomach, unbuttoning the rest of my dress as I went till it was all the way open.
His affirmation died on his lips as my hand traveled further down still, passing along the bulge in his pants, stroking and squeezing gently, causing his hips to buck. A hiss of air escaped between his teeth.
"Olivia..." His eyes were focused yet soft.
"Shhh," I hushed him, placing my finger on his pouty lips.
I undid the top button of his slacks, and slowly worked the zipper down. I kept my eyes trained on him, my free hand still squeezing and massaging my breast. I stood and let the dress fall from my shoulders to the floor and peeled off my stockings, tossing my bra toward a dark doorway I thought might be a bedroom.
I tugged his pants down freeing his well-endowed manhood and straddled him again, this time completely naked. I leaned forward, greeting him with a kiss, before sliding myself deliberately slowly along his straining length.
"Ohh, Olivia, you are so beautiful." He moaned my name again, grasping my breast and I shifted forward so he could kiss and suck my nipple.
My hips traveled lazily, back and forward coating him with my arousal, all the while he bucked listlessly under me. When I could bear it no longer, I slid along once more and, on the way, back, twisted slightly to catch him at my entrance. I sunk the tip of him inside me.
We groaned simultaneously and I pressed myself further until we were completely joined. We rocked and moved against one another and I leaned forward to brace myself on either side of his head, the both of us watching as I lifted and lowered myself onto him, the two of us joining over and over again.
His hand moved between us, rubbing slick circles against my clit until I felt the crest of something wonderful looming.
"I'm so close." I gasped. "Please, honey, don't stop... Don't stop." My eyes squeezed shut and he captured me in a brief, hard kiss, hoarsely urging me to open my eyes. My lids sprang open just as I came crashing down, my orgasm ripping through me, our eyes locked, bodies joined, and my heart feeling like it was on the precipice of some great unknown plummet.
Fitz flipped me onto my back, swinging my leg over his shoulder. "I need you now Liv," his hips thrust forward with vigor, and his cock entered me, "OH!", he growled, pressing wet kisses down my calf.
"Oh, Fitz!" I cried out his name as I felt the beginnings of another climax closing in and he picked up his pace, his erection straining within me, filling me in a way that felt utterly complete.
Oh god, I could barely... It was... I grasped for anything to hang onto. The couch cushion, the armrest, my sanity. He pounded into me, again and again. I was practically sobbing as my next orgasm hit me like a freight train, he pounded my quivering flesh without abandon and he came hard with a cry, my name passing through among a string of explicit utterings, his release throbbing deeply within me.
"Oh fucking, God Olivia...Ohhh!" His hips finally stalled after we gently rode through the aftershocks together.
I lay in bed, surrounded by the soft, comforting darkness of her room. The silence was only broken by the gentle tick-tock of the clock on her nightstand. As the clock struck midnight, the sound seemed to resonate deeply within me. It was the start of a new year, and with it came a sense of renewal and possibility.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past year lift from my shoulders. Memories of challenges faced and overcome, moments of joy, and times of reflection played softly in my mind. It had been a year of growth, and now, as the new year began, I felt like a new person—stronger, wiser, and ready for whatever lay ahead.
A smile spread across my face as I thought about the opportunities the new year would bring. Dreams and plans I had nurtured began to take shape, filling me with excitement and hope. I felt peaceful contentment, knowing I had the strength to pursue my goals and the love and support of those around me, especially Fitz, the handsome man slumbering beside me.
With these comforting thoughts, my smile deepened. I snuggled into the blankets next to the slightly snoring President, feeling warm and safe. The rhythmic ticking of the clock became a soothing lullaby, and slowly, my breathing evened out as I drifted into restful sleep. The new year had arrived, bringing with it a renewed sense of purpose and the promise of new beginnings.