The beeping of the microwave brought them back to reality before things began to get out of control, making Sandra sigh reluctantly as he pulled away.“I thought you didn’t like cooking?” he asked with an amused smile.“I don’t, but I wanted to do something special for you.”“Can I help?”“You can check the waffles,” she suggested, and watched as he turned and opened the lid, thankful the little squares were light brown instead of burnt black. A few seconds later and the microwave beeped again, reminding them there was food in it. He opened the small door to the shiny silver box and pulled out the plate of sizzling sausages.“The bangers look done,” he said setting the plate on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut them open.“Why do you call them that?” The familiar feeling was back, the relaxed sense of togetherness echoed between them.“Because that’s what they are.”“No, they are sausages. Bangers sound like something pornographic.”“How would you know?” he laughed with a
“Rochelle gave us a wedding present,” he told her, glancing up into her eyes before leaning down to kiss her exposed cleavage.“Dare I ask?”“Remember the table I liked so well?” Her eyes widened as she remembered the table she had been restrained on while having her unmentionables waxed. “She is having it delivered to the flat in Chelsea. I thought it would be better there than where my parents’ may see it.”“I don’t know what to say.” She felt numb, thinking about a table like that sitting in their living room where anyone could see it.“I already thanked her, and I plan on making very good use of it once we return.”“You wouldn’t dare?” she huffed, then instantly remembered who she was speaking to.“Not only do I dare, but I will. I have many plans for that table, and I promise you won’t be objecting for long.” Creighton put a halt to her unspoken scolding with the pressure of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing and teasing a moan from her, smiling when she relaxed beneath
New Hope Technologies was far from being the elaborate high-tech building Sandra assumed it would be. It was a normal building, three stories high and barely half a block square. Of course, it was modern in design, white brick with wall sized windows looking out onto the street outside. The roof held several large black solar panels and the front door was double sided with the initials NHT in black letters. She stared at the exterior as Harvey pulled the car up to the front entrance and shut off the engine.He had traded in the usual limousine for a small Mercedes Benz sedan, luxurious and expensive, as all of Creighton’s vehicles seemed to be. He stepped around to open the back door as two of the building’s security pushed the double glass barriers open. Sandra wrapped her hand inside her husband’s as they entered the main lobby, being greeted with smiles from the men holding the doors open. They seemed friendly, though she couldn’t understand what was being said. They were once agai
“They have worked on this project for over two years,” he said with a smile. “Even if it takes another year to get it to the testing stage, I will make certain those involved are compensated for their time.”“You are a very kind sir, Mr. Ashford,” she teased, leaning her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.The doors to the lift opened far sooner than either would have preferred, and Sandra looked up, spying the elaborately decorated room beyond. Like the one downstairs, this one too had a variety of potted plants in various sizes located throughout the room. There were four desks, two on either side of the room, with the same glass window panels as the main lobby had. The floors were covered in a thick soft grey pile carpet and the furnishings were blonde oak. At the far end of the room was a larger desk than those facing each other, and behind it sat Michelle Dubois. She smiled as the doors opened and stood, revealing the very tight mauve color
“Bring it on,” she smiled, as he walked with her to the large wooden desk and quickly removed her blouse and bra.“I want you completely starkers,” he insisted, lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk as he sat down in his chair. He lifted her foot, removing her mule pumps one at a time, kissing the sole of each bare foot in turn. He looked up at her and very slowly slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he pressed her legs wider apart, up over her hips to the waistband of her pants where he hooked his thumbs into the loops. With a quick tug, he pulled her back to stand on her feet between his legs, and slowly began to ease her pants down. His smile widened as her pants slid seductively across her buttocks and down her long slender legs to the floor where he bent over and pulled them off her feet, tossing them aside.“Much better,” he told her in an approving tone. “I think I like your new habit of no knickers. It makes playing so much easier.”“Are you just going to play,
Creighton chuckled under his breath, slipping inside her without hesitation, kissing her lips as he began a slow thrust.“I can wait forever if I need to,” he told her. “I waited two years. What are a few more hours?”“Just in case you can’t wait, then what?” She felt the strange eruption of nerves tingling her lower limbs and gripping her abdomen. It was amazing how easily aroused she became just with a few simple acts on his part, and so quickly.“I suppose I could beg you. I know a good way of bringing you around to my way of thinking.” Sandra moaned softly as he thrust into her deep, followed by a contented sigh that assured her he was aware of her submission. Several long full thrusts, and she no longer cared what happened, or who knew she was spread out across his desk. All she wanted was to experience the wonderful, dizzy embrace of orgasm again. Her desires were answered a few breathless moments later, as her need grew to the familiar height of release, and she drew a deep b
As father moved, I could see that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina with a leather strap, holding it tightly inside her body. I could hear the soft humming of its motor and thought of a picture from my history book of the inquisition, though she did not seem to be in pain. Just the opposite in fact. She was quite enjoying the feelings of the dildo. He stepped to her side. His clothing had been removed, leaving him stark naked, and in his hand was a long thin board, similar to a ruler. He struck it against her breasts, and she moaned. He struck her hip and again she moaned. It seemed all so wrong, but I could not stop watching.”Sandra yawned, rolling to her side and propping the book up against the arm of the sofa.The woman continued to moan as he hit her, not hard, but enough to cause pink marks across her flesh. It took barely five minutes and she cried out around the ball, her body tensing and her inner thighs becoming moist with her orgasm. My father laughed, removing
She pointed at the chapter she had just read and waited as he silently did as she ordered. A frown slowly creased his brow and his jaw set. She knew he had come up with the same conclusion she had.“Do you know what this means?” he asked in a hushed voice.“Besides the perversion factor, Miriam just accused her father of killing your neighbor’s wife,” she said.“I can’t believe it. All this time and nobody ever knew what he was really like.”“Miriam didn’t even suspect his alter ego and she was his daughter. I think Andrew needs to hear about this.” Creighton nodded and removed the phone from his pocket, pushing the buttons that led to his connection with his brother. She listened silently as he relayed the new information they had learned, reading the passages to Andrew. Her legs were shaking, and her stomach did a strange sort of flip. This was sort of nauseating and she had no choice but to move to the sofa and sit down. She felt slightly dizzy with all that was happening around
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.