He lifted another package out of the box and removed a glass tube that resembled a penis. It was beautiful, thick, with blue and violet swirled around the clear glass, with inset sparkles. It was nearly as large as Creighton himself.“It has a little battery and it’s practically silent.” He flipped the small switch on the bottom of the device and placed it in her hand. She was amazed at how intense the vibration was and how quiet.“There is a new set of beads,” he continued, watching as she switched off the tube and set it aside. He reached into the wooden chest and lifted out a third box, removing a string of four thick blue glass beads, the size of golf balls on a long leather string.“Glass is very hypoallergenic and eco-friendly,” he explained. “No chemicals, easily made and simple to clean.”“What about the ones you already have? Do you replace them?”“We can, eventually that is, if you like these. We’ll have to spend a great deal of time on research, just to make certain you en
Creighton stopped his torture for a moment, tugging the chain between her nipples gently then lifted it to her mouth.“Open,” he ordered, and she did, gasping as he pulled the chain higher, lifting her breasts up by the clamps and slipped the chain between her teeth. “Now, bite.” She again obeyed and instantly moaned as he began to tickle the delicate flesh of the underside of her breasts.He ran the feathers back down her torso to the spot that had been silently begging for attention, caressing the delicate flesh beneath his initials. Sandra moaned again, her eyes closing to the desire and pleasure while the feathers continued to tickle her, caressing the lips of her labia moments before the handle was slowly thrust inside her vagina.“You are so wet.” He leaned across her, his nose running gently over her labia, his tongue tasting and tickling the nub of her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned as he pulled the handle out, slowly pushing it back in, his tongue licking and teasing, his t
At last the vibrator stopped and he removed it out of her, allowing her to again relax against the mattress, her breathing deep and rough, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she slowly came back down.Sandra soon realized her feet were loose and she moved them to a bent position, moaning at the sensation of the beads still inside her. She looked up to see Creighton moving up her body from the bottom of the bed. A wicked grin crossed his face when he reached for the chain between the clamps. He placed it between his own teeth and gently tugged on it, smiling as she moaned. He eased his grip, allowing her breasts to relax then lifted it again, this time positioning himself between her legs, slipping the tip of his penis slowly inside her wet opening.She felt full, her rectum aching slightly as the balls caressed her tight canal. His movements were slow as he gently thrust inside her, tugging the chain a little harder, then relaxed the tension on her breasts as he pulled
Sandra narrowed her eyes at him, but quickly decided to have a little fun. She reached out and slid her hand up the inside of his pant leg above his naked foot that held her like a toll gate to the wall. Creighton gasped. His eyes widened as she continued to play with his calf. She leaned over, pressing her lips to the inside seam of his pants that lay across his thigh, moving her mouth higher, kissing his pants before tugging on the seam with her teeth. He growled, bringing her eyes back to his as he pushed the replay on his phone, his eyes narrowing at her.A few seconds passed as she continued to play with him through his pants before she moved higher and bit the zipper across his growing erection. He shut his phone off, tossing it to the nearby sofa and reached down, capturing her chin in his hand.“You make it extremely difficult to use the phone, do you know that?” he asked, lowering his leg and unfastening his pants. Sandra looked at him, batting her eyes innocently.“I was sim
Creighton returned shortly after one o’clock, having gone to meet with Parker and Harvey to get a final briefing on the decoy actors before the plan was set into motion. Their bags were packed and had been loaded into a fake linen truck in the parking garage. Sandra was dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans with a tourist tee-shirt, hair in a ponytail and a pair of black sandals. She easily looked like she would if she were going back to Kansas, rather than heading to her wedding.He smiled at her as she sat on the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table and Miriam’s book perched in her hands. He was amazed to see how much she had read in such a short time, mentally promising to read his former lover’s story himself. She looked up at him as he stepped closer to her, his long legs hidden beneath a pair of black jeans, his muscular chest inside a loose-fitting blue pullover.“Finished so soon?” she asked, laughing as he flopped down unceremoniously beside her, his head falling into h
“Yes, a lot. Fortunately, for a young lad with appealing looks, I could attract women very easily. I’m not a fool, Sandra. I know I’m good looking, but I try not to let it affect the way I conduct my life. Well, not anymore that is. I used to like it when women would fall all over me, give me their numbers or hotel keys. It made getting them into bed much easier. However, I didn’t have intercourse with all of them. I had a period in my life where I wanted to just experiment and see what it took to make a woman scream when she came. I practiced as often as I could.”“Wasn’t that frustrating to you, not having sex with them?”“Sometimes, but I carried a healthy supply of condoms with me, just in case I lost control. There was one girl I was into for a while. Not in love with, mind you, we just had really good sex. Rough and kinky. It was right after I bought my flat in Chelsea. I met her through a business associate, and we hit it off. She liked my looks and I liked her arse. We made it
“I have to go to the office to sign some papers, so we’ll stop off at the flat in Chelsea. You can stay there if you’d like, it will give you a little while to relax before we go on to Yorks?”“I could do with a little down time, so long as you don’t forget about me while you’re gone.” Creighton laughed, kissing her cheek.“Impossible,” he assured her. The cab pulled up in front of a large twelve story building in the lovely area of Chelsea England. The street was lined with lush green trees, the walkways clean and the air crisp. Sandra watched a young couple walk by with their little Pomeranian puppy on a thin leash, smiling when they stopped to allow it to make use of one of the tree trunks. Creighton held her hand when they stepped out of the cab, allowing her time to inspect her new surroundings. Several planters of small flowering bushes welcomed visitors to the main entrance of the building, and she found herself smiling with excitement as they approached the tall dark-haired
“It makes it much nicer for sleeping and watching movies.”“I really love it,” she said as he pulled her into his warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist.“I’m very happy you do. We will need to stay here while our house is being remodeled and you can use my office to work on your writing.”“Then, sir, let’s see where I am going to make my mark as a great children’s author.” Creighton smiled and walked back down the stairs beside her, leading her to their desired destination.The room was clean and bright, considering there were no windows in this room, either. The walls were a soft off white. The desk was a large dark walnut, big enough to spread out a multitude of files, papers and documents and held a desktop computer. Two cream and brown colored chairs faced the desk while a comfortable cream-colored leather chair sat waiting for Creighton’s backside. The dark wood floor was covered with a deep pile brown, cream and gold rug that occupied the center of the room, with bare
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the police’s concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.“I can’t leave the house, I can’t go to France, I can’t even gather eggs,” she grumbled as she joined the older couple. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.”“Honey, you’re going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.“How much longer do we have to sit here?” he growled, looking to those gathered around.“We need you to remain patient for a little longer,” a bald-headed man told him. “Monsieur Ashford, we understand what you’re going through…”“Like hell you do,” Creighton snapped. “I have a pregnant wife at home w
“I know she’ll be happy when it’s over,” Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears she’d been wiping away. “She can’t let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.”“I’m sure they are going stir crazy,” Cathy said with a frown. “Especially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.”“The only good thing is the weather,” William told them. “It’s been really wet, and she doesn’t like getting her dresses dirty.”“Sounds like her aunt,” Andrew said with a soft chuckle.“Maybe we should take this meeting over to my sister’s,” Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.“Let me call Derek and Kristin,” William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. “They wanted to know what you found out.”“Just have them meet us at Sandra’s,” Andrew told him. “We can discuss this all there.”“I thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,” Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHT’s security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasn’t difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Grace’s favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.