My mouth drops open.
He ignores it. ‘At four I will turn up. You will not turn around to look at me or speak to me. No matter how wide your legs are I will have to correct the position by kicking apart your legs and flipping the last bit of covering over your back, so your ass is totally exposed to me. I will roughly rub your panties, find the jellied part, and dig my fingers into it. You will immediately raise your hips higher to try to catch more of my flesh, and moan the way you would if you were begging for it.
‘I’ll tell you to be quiet. That you are not to make a sound until I allow it. I will flick your clit through the material and your body will start bucking and squirming. At that moment I will swat your butt on the fleshiest part of your buttocks just once, but hard. My fingers might strike your clit. It will make your head spin and you are bound to cry out from the surprise of my assault. So I will spank you again. Just to hear you cry out and see the blush spread. And again, until you are panting and dripping onto my hand. Excitement, shame, joy.
‘Then I will back off, make myself a cup of tea and drink it while I stare at your reddened ass ripe for the picking. Once I have had my tea I will undress. Slowly. You will strain to hear buttons, material scraping my skin, shoes sliding away, socks pulling, zip tearing. I will grasp the reddened, burning skin in my palms and feel its weight in my bare hands.’
I try not to show it but his dick is slowly growing inside me and I am starting to want him to fuck me all over again.
‘Then I will pull the warm red cheeks apart and holding them apart with one hand I will slide my finger into you, first one, then two and eventually three. You will moan, and shiver and maybe even grunt like an animal. Your head will start to lift off the table—you are about to come. That is the moment I’ll stop and will ask you to touch yourself. You will take your hand off the table and press it between your legs, turning your head to look at me while starting to masturbate.
‘“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” I will ask. “Yes,” you will whisper. I will ask you again. “Yes, yes,” you will plead.
‘And that is when I will ram so hard into you, you will shudder and scream and arch and quiver and come in a screaming rush.’
‘I won’t be in at three thirty p.m. or four p.m. tomorrow,’ I tell him proudly.
‘Don’t be absurd. Of course you will.’
‘If I am bent over the table, who will let you in through the front door?’
‘That’s my affair. You just assume your position.’
He pulls out of me. And fully erect he takes a step away from me. I close my legs and slip off the table. Expertly, he removes the condom. I watch him pull his underpants up and over the rigid flesh.
‘It won’t break, will it?’
He laughs and pulls his jeans over the bulge. ‘Concern from you is always nice.’
‘Don’t mistake curiosity for concern.’
He zips up. ‘See you at four.’
I don’t say anything, simply stare at him.
Two
When the door closes behind him my breath comes out in a rush. Holy Moly! That was unbelievable and that was not enough. I am still throbbing with need. What is it about this guy? I simply can’t seem to get enough of him. I go to the fridge and pour myself a shot of vodka. I lift it up to my lips, and put it back on the counter. I don’t want to take the edge off the way I feel right now. I light a cigarette and walk onto the balcony. I blow out a smoke ring and my mobile goes.
I pick it up from the coffee table and it is my best friend, Lana.
‘Hey,’ I say.
‘Guess where I am?’ she squeals.
Well, it’s Sunday. Tomorrow is a working day. Her billionaire banker husband’s yacht is moored in the South of France. So the South of France would be my guess. ‘No idea,’ I tell her.
‘The South of France.’
‘Brilliant.’
‘I tried to call you earlier to see if you wanted to come, but I guess you were asleep.’
‘I was. So what is the little sprog up to?’ I ask referring to my godson.
‘He seems determined to swim across the English Channel.’
‘That’s my boy.’
‘What are you up to?’
I kill my cigarette on the balcony railing. ‘Enjoying a post-coital cigarette.’
‘What?’
‘Jaron came around and we had sex?’
‘Really?’
‘Unless I dreamed it.’
‘Oh my God!’
‘That’s what I thought.’
‘Well, go on then, tell me what happened?’
‘It was hot and kind of dirty, and he wants to come around tomorrow for more, but I’m not sure how I feel about it all.’
‘Why?’
‘I think it’s that crazy-eyed girlfriend of his. Mind you, I don’t feel bad about him cheating on her. I just hate the idea of him inside her.’
‘My, my, I’ve never seen you jealous before.’
‘I’m not jealous.’
‘Could have fooled me.’
‘Well, he’s not available. So that’s the end of that story.’
‘I don’t know what the story is between them, but I got the impression last night that he doesn’t care about her one bit. There wasn’t enough heat between them to keep an egg warm. It was obvious she wanted to claim him as hers, but he only had eyes for you.’
‘Well…’
The doorbell goes again.
‘Hang on a minute. Someone’s at the door,’ I say, and walk towards it. I look through the spy hole.
‘Talk of the devil,’ I say.
‘What?’
‘Call you back.’
I look again out of the spy hole. She is dressed to the nines in a white pantsuit, a long cream coat, sunglasses and a fringe sharp enough to skin a goat. I turn to the mirror and look at myself. My hair is a mess, my nightie is torn in half, and I have that slack, just-fucked look. With a grin I open the door.
Coming soon…
Synopsis
Disfigured Love
Once unmasked, can beauty love the beast?
My name is Lena Seagull. I should still be in school, hanging out with friends, meeting boys, falling in love—just like you. But on my eighteenth birthday my father sold me. Now, those are yesterday’s dreams.
My home is a remote castle. And the man who owns me? I have never seen him.
Guy Hawk keeps his face hidden under a mask. At first, I knew only fear, but now his voice and touch make me unashamedly want him. Each night, his hired help blindfolds me, and takes me to his room. He whispers that I am beautiful and we have sex. It is wild and exciting, but when I awaken he is always gone.
He and his castle hold dark secrets that I must unravel, but what he fears most—being unmasked—is my deepest desire.
Will either of us survive the consequences of my desire?
Disfigured Love will be a full length standalone novel.
To be released - Fall 2014.