Mallerton's paintings can go to rot, it's Brynne Bennett on his cock that he wants! She sighed at me. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? You just growled and I'm pretty sure growling is not a universal signal for happiness and harmony." She looked very annoyed with me."This came through a bit ago." I set her mobile on her lap with the text on screen. She picked it up and read it, swallowed once and then looked sideways at me."You got jealous when you saw this." Not a question.I nodded at her. Might as well let it all hang out while we were at it. "He wants to fuck you."All men do when they see your nude photographs. I wasn't moronic enough to say that to her, but man I could sure think it if I wanted. It was the bare naked truth!"I highly doubt that. Ethan." "Is he gay then?"She shrugged. "I don't think Alex is gay, but I don't really know.""Then he definitely wants to fuck you." I said grimly out the window now coated with drizzle and setting a mood in perfect harmony wit
"Ahhh, well I feel the same about him." I hesitated before bringing up her mum, but figured I should. "I don't think your mum was too impressed with me today, though. Sorry about that. I thought it best to introduce myself and tell her what I was doing in your life I probably could have said it more tactfully. though."She shook her head. "It's okay. She actually said she's glad you're watching out for me, and that you sounded determined to make sure nothing happens..."I caught the falter in her voice and wanted nothing more than to reassure her, but I waited for her to finish. "She thinks you're obsessed with me, though." Brynne toyed with her chicken. I shrugged. "I didn't hold back with her, it's true. I told your mum how I feel about you."She smiled at me. "She told me that too. Pretty brave of you, Ethan." "Telling the truth is not brave, it's expected." I shook my head. "It's important to me that your parents know I'm not just providing security for their daughter." I reached
"Introduce yourself!" he ordered.I shook my head and gestured to the camera. "No video! No VIDEO, you cock- sucker! NO FUCKING VIDEO-MThe backhand across my mouth was so brutal it shut me up by force of the blow. He barked another order at the one with the video camera, who aimed the lens at my tags and read in halting English: "Blackstone, E. SAS. Captain. Two nine one five zero one." He started toward me again, and this time he pulled a khukuri out of its sheath. The blade was curved and finely honed. Even in my drug weakened ability to react to what was coming, I could see the tool was well prepared for the job it was about to do. I thought of my mum. I'd wanted her all my life and now more than ever. I wasn't brave. I was afraid to die. What would happen to Brynne? Who would protect her from them once I was gone?Oh, God..."No video. No video. No video. No video," was all I could utter. And if the sound was no longer an utterance capable via my mouth then it would be the last t
I dragged away from her lips to latch onto a nipple. I bit down enough to get the moan out of her then sucked deep to plump it back up before doing the same to the other breast. "Your beautiful tits belong to me too. When I bite on them and suck and drive you mad.""Oh, God..."I moved down her body, my fingers still up in her sliding along her nub, get- ting her closer to climax. "This sweet honey cunt is always mine when I cram it full of my cock and blow a load of cum up into it." I whispered more filthy talk and felt sure it got her hotter.She writhed and rolled her head around and I loved that I was making her wild.I flicked my tongue over her clit and even put my teeth on it, nipping her flesh until I heard her cry and switched to soothing, ever so gently with a soft touch, stringing her out further and further."I need more! Fuck me, Ethan!"Oh yeah, she was hotter.Holy hell, I finally had my girl right where I wanted her. I went mad with the taste of her all over my tongue
I woke up to an empty bed and an empty flat, and an authentic nightmare. After what happened in the night, the last thing I expected was for Brynne to be AWOL on me.My first clue that something wasn't right came when I rolled in the bed and kept going. No soft, warm body smelling of flowers and the decadent shagging from last night to press against and wrap myself around. Just sheets and pillows. She wasn't in my bed. I called out her name and got only ominous silence back. I began to feel sickening dread.Last night too much for her?I checked the bathroom first. I could see she'd used the shower. Her cosmetics and brush were out on the vanity, but she was definitely absent. Not in the kitchen making coffee, not in my office checking her emails, not working out in the gym, not anywhere inside the flat.I pulled up the security camera video on a monitor that recorded the front door and hallway. Anyone coming or going would be on it. My heart pounded so hard my chest had to be visibly
"Brynne." I said tightly, pulling her into me at the waist and getting a good, long look at her friend, who needed to be on his merry way like ten minutes ago. The guy was a little too bold for my tastes, standing there like he was entitled to be talking to her, like he'd done it before and had history with her. Shit! He knew her. This man knew Brynne."Ethan, this is Paul Langley, umm... a friend from the art department. He teaches... I was just leaving and there was Paul coming in."She was nervous. Brynne looked uncomfortable, and if I was good at anything, it was reading people. I could smell the unease coming off her. Now the bloke was a different story. He looked far too smug and a bit too entitled, which was how I figured it out.Brynne seemed to catch herself and said, "Paul, this is Ethan... Black- stone, my boyfriend." She handed me one of the coffees. "I got you a misto," She looked at me and took a sip from her cup. Yep. She was uncomfortable. The plonker stuck his hand ou
I wanted to rip the mobile out of her hands and throw it out the window, and I probably would have if she had not turned it off and put it away in a pocket. "You know what I mean, Brynne, and don't fucking mock me to him!""You embarrassed me back there, Ethan! Paul thinks you are " "I don't give a maiden queen's first fuck what that cocksucker thinks! What is he to you anyway?""He's a nice guy and a friend." She wouldn't look me in the eye when she said it, and I knew. Oh fuck did I know!"Did you let him fuck you. Brynne? Has he knowledge of that fanny of yours that was just made for shagging? Has he had his hands all over you, his cock in- side you? Hmmmm? I really want to know. Tell me about you and nice guy Paul.""You are such an asshole right now." She folded her arms beneath her breasts and looked forward out the windscreen. "I'm not telling you anything.""Did you fuck him!?"She shifted in the seat and gave me a look that made pain shoot up my cock. "Who did you nail last
Fucking hell, she so needed a good shagging. I could think of a few things that would shut her up. You'd think after last night she would wake up soft and obliging like a sleepy kitten. No such luck. I had a spitting-mad feral cat on my hands.I realized I'd left the coffee she'd bought me sitting in the drink holder down in my car. Fuck the bloody coffee, I needed a bottle of Van Gogh and about a dozen smokes.I also needed a shower and to make a few things perfectly clear to my utterly frustrating female. Christ, she was a handful when she got like this, but a shower first and then maybe I could sit her down and attempt some logical reasoning. I went the back way to the bathroom rather than in through the bedroom because I imagined her dressing for work in there, and figured some privacy would be appreciated considering she'd just told me to sod off. I ditched my shoes and shirt and stepped in.And had to reach for my eyeballs as they bugged out of my head and rolled around on the f
A Gift for the ReaderA Christmas Story-Ethan and Brynne's Very First Meeting24 December 2023LondonThe street was remarkably sparse considering it was Christmas Eve. Probably because it was so damn freezing cold outside people were smart enough to stay in. It was totally clichéd to be shopping for a gift at this late minute, but here I was pushing my way through the doors of Harrods in hopes of something really perfect for my aunt Marie. I knew I'd better get my ass in gear too, because I would be spending the day with her tomorrow and had nothing to show up with!Marie was hard to buy for because she was so unique and unconventional; it was ridiculously difficult to top her lifestyle. She also had money enough to get anything she desired. She reminded me of Auntie Mame from the movie in a lot of ways. From the exotic travels to the rich dead husbands to the fantastic dresses in her wardrobe.After three quarters of an hour I gave up and started to head outside, stop- ping for a mo
"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?" I parked the car and went over to Brynne's side to help her out. "No peeking, Mrs. Blackstone, I want to do this right.""Eyes are closed. Mr. Blackstone," she said, standing before me. "My package. Give it to me, please."I retrieved it from the seat and placed it carefully in her hands. It was light, just a flat black box tied with a silver ribbon. "Ready?""I am." she said."Okay, keep them closed, and I'm going to pick you up and carry you.""Sounds very traditional," she said."I like to think of myself as a traditional guy, baby." I scooped her up, careful to arrange her dress so it wouldn't drag, and started walking up the gravel drive of Stonewell Court. The rocks crunched under my feet and you could hear the sound of the waves on the rocks far below us. It looked amazing and I hoped she liked it. The whole place was lit with torches in old urns and candles glowing inside glass luminaria on the ground. Even the upper
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind and familiar whiskers brushed at my neck. "Mrs. Blackstone, are you hiding in the garden at your own wedding party?" "Pretty much," I said leaning back into him in deep contentment."Awww, Christ in heaven! Not my mum too!" Ben growled at the dance floor where Simon was now doing a very lewd rumba with Mrs. Clarkson for a cheering crowd."Go get 'em. Ben." Ethan and I laughed at Ben's retreating back as he went off to rescue his mother from Simon's undulating hips.. "As insane as Simon looks right now, that crazy boy can dance," I said, still laughing. "I am not quite over the fact that you hired him to do our photos."Ethan smuggled into me a little deeper. "Don't remind me, please. He black- mailed me, you know. Said he would forgive the whole mess if he could secure the wedding photography for us. I figured that would be okay, so I agreed. Then he sent me the contract. Trust me when I say that your friend Simon has been well compensated for
Brynne had mentioned how the whole place was eerily quiet and that she'd never seen another person at the hotel, which made no sense with the Games happening. So that pretty much confirmed there were people involved at the highest levels. U.S. Secret Service, most likely. Westman was a dead man before he ever took Brynne from the flat. The senator had protectors in high places apparently. Westman had overstepped in his attempt at blackmail, and paid the ultimate price.Disaster averted, but still, far too fucking close for my comfort. This whole mess had happened for a reason. Very strange, but true. If Westman hadn't started stalking her, we wouldn't have met, or ever gotten together, or be about to marry and have a baby. It was all just a bit much to rationalize sometimes, even if it was our reality. I tried not to think about that part. Brynne was free to live a regular life now, with nobody out there plotting to take her away, or harm her, or bother with any aspect of her, and thi
Four weeks later..."So I hear that congratulations are in order for the two of you." Dr. Burnsley looked up from between Brynne's legs, where he was using the banana probe on her again. I realized I was definitely jealous of the probe. That fucking thing was seeing more action than my cock lately. Brynne wanted to keep things chaste in the bedroom for the previous couple of weeks to make our wedding night a little more special. The most goddamn ridiculous notion I'd ever heard of, but hell, I just did what I was told. Mostly."That's right. By our next visit she'll be Miss Bennett no more. It'll be Mrs. Blackstone from here on out." I gave Brynne a slow wink.She mouthed the words Love you. I love you too, my beauty. I thought my words."Lovely news, then," Dr. Burnsley said, now looking at the monitor as he found the black blob on the white blob with the beating heart, except our blob had grown considerably and didn't look even remotely blobish anymore. My eyes were transfixed-I cou
My attempt at killing him had obviously failed, because he now had a sharp blade pressed up against my neck, shocking me with its coldness, forcing me to stop struggling. The disappointment I felt was a bitter pill to swallow, but even worse was the heartbreaking sight of Ethan's face in the twilight. He stood not less than ten yards away from me. So close, but not close enough. Ethan's flat-out run had come to a screeching halt, his arms splayed out in surrender, his head shaking back and forth in a silent plea to Karl not to cut me. This....would be Ethan's undoing. His fear of the blade would propel him into any kind of negotiation to free me. I knew it. Ethan would sacrifice himself to keep me from having my throat slashed. Karl could not have chosen a better trigger for Ethan's fear in all the world.Events and sequences had come together in near-perfect harmony, but near was not enough for my needs right now and wouldn't be until I had her safe in my hands again.My dad had know
My first instinct was to rip the lamp out of the wall and start bashing Karl on the back of the head with it. I don't know how I didn't. I wanted to hurt him, make him suffer in agony for a long, long time before he died. The evil my mind imagined for him was not fit for anyone to ever know. I'd have to keep it buried inside me forever. No problems there.It took some time, but we got there eventually. Karl got bored in our small prison and started texting someone or playing a game. I couldn't tell. That's how I knew he had his phone and where it was. I would have to get it from him at some point and use it to call the only phone number I could remember-the phone number I'd had since my move to London four years ago. I did not know any other numbers by heart but I knew that one.I thought about how I could get to Karl's iPhone. In time I realized the only way was for me to dig deep into my psyche to where I was willing to go all in, as Ethan would say. To bet everything. To carefully
He gripped my chin roughly and pinched, turning me back to him. "Don't think you can play hard to get with me, Brynne," he said in a cruel voice, before he slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue pressing in and trying to invade me.."Karl. I'm pregnant-no, please stop, please!" I begged between gasps for air."Ugh... that bastard's spawn growing inside you is not the nicest thought, my dear, especially when I'm trying to fuck you. You really know how to cock block, you know," he complained, "but fine, have it your way. I can wait."Karl heaved himself off me and leaned on the wall, his eyes roving over body with lust. He adjusted himself at the crotch and sneered at me."Are-are you going to kill me?" I tried not to think about his motives and what would happen if he succeeded. I fought to stay calm and not run. I needed Karl to trust me a little for what I hoped I could manage to do. Not running from him would be the first step."I don't know yet. Maybe I will and maybe I won't." He
I checked my watch, wishing I could leave Lord's Cricket Ground right now, but I knew I had at least another hour here. Ivan had just finished announcing the archery and the media crew was done with their telecast, but the stands were still being cleared, and I knew that would take some time. I was giving my cousin the personal treatment, the same as I did for members of the royal fam ily, and so far, so good. The men's individual elimination had proved no great surprise, and I could think of nothing I wanted more than to get home to my girl, and back into her good graces. I had some humble pie being served to me this evening and I was good with that.Ivan was making his way over to me when my mobile went off. I hoped it was Brynne. She'd never replied to my text from earlier. I smiled when I saw her name... but I read what she had typed in her message. And then my whole world collapsed.I can't do this anymore with u. Ethan, u killed us last nite. My Old life is what I want back now.