Creighton obeyed, slapping the crop against her swollen clitoris once, twice, three times until he knew she was lost. She screamed out his name, feeling the sensation of her climax radiate over her, the heat of release traveling through her veins. When the leather struck her a fourth time, she found the strength to arch her back against the cuffs and cried out, a savage sound echoed through the room and she held tight to the vibrator inside her. Her body shook, her limbs pulling at the cuffs as Creighton slapped her one last time and watched as she writhed beneath his assault, her body convulsing against her climax.He reached between her legs and switched the rabbit off, but left it positioned inside her, allowing her to slowly radiate down. After a few long seconds, she laid back gasping for air, her tongue licking her dry lips. She briefly registered the sound of the door opening and his feet padding down the hall but could not form a full thought as of yet. A few moments later th
A few moments later he unfastened the restraints and collapsed beside her on the bed, embraced in each otherโs arms, panting and sweating, completely spent from the events of the evening. It had been more passionate, more demanding than it had been since their wedding night and her bottom stung from the spanking. Her breasts were sore, and she felt like she had been ridden for days.โLike it?โ he asked her softly, his breath warming her ear and she nodded, causing him to smile in response.โI like everything you do to me. You have a very vivid imagination, for a perverted deviant.โโAnd I have a lot of ideas my love. We have only scratched the surface of playing.โ Sandra grinned then yawned, snuggling closer to his chest.โTired?โ he asked her, watching her nod her head. โI should have taken a nap so I could keep up with you,โ she told him followed by another yawn. Creighton reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket up across them.โYou more than kept up with me. Sle
โThey suspect that she was killed around ten years ago, but they are still doing their examinations.โโMiriamโs father was in Germany ten years ago, wasnโt he?โ Creighton nodded in answer. โThen he couldnโt have been the killer.โโTen years ago, the old man left Germany for several days. He claimed he was in Paris to see Miriam, but until she clarifies that, we have nothing more to go on.โโWhat about the other bodies? Is there any news on them?โโNot yet, but forensics told Andrew they all look to have been buried between ten and fifteen years ago.โโYou need to call Miriam,โ Sandra said sternly. โWe need some answers before we go back to England.โโThis is not how I planned on spending our honeymoon,โ he snapped as he stood up and paced the floor to the window.โSince itโs still raining, we canโt go camping and you said yourself we canโt use the Tornado.โ She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her cheek against his strong back. โItโs been a wonderful
As predicted, Sandra awoke the next morning to find herself spotting. The rain before the storm. It wasnโt exactly what she wanted but at least she understood her frustration and aggravation lately. It also explained why their wedding night had been so emotional. PMS was never one of her friends. Two weeks of hell for two weeks of sanity. Somehow it never seemed like a fair trade.Creighton watched her over their breakfast as she finished reading Miriamโs book and set it aside. His eyes scanning her face as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When she looked up and caught him staring, she smiled.โHow was the rest of the book?โ he asked, pushing the empty plate of crepes aside.โIt was good. I mean in a demented, perverted sort of way. There wasnโt anything else about her family though.โโSo, talking to her is going to be necessary after all.โโI suppose, but you already made arrangements to meet with her. You canโt back out now.โโI suppose not,โ he said, looking down at t
โI wonder how she got it,โ Sandra said quietly. โI mean, it looks old and rather expensive, even for a doctor.โโWell, letโs find out. There she is.โ Creighton nodded toward the door that opened and the attractive blonde stepped out, followed by the young brunette they had seen in Paris at the book signing. He walked around to the passenger side, holding the door open for his bride then took her hand and smiled at the women who waited for them by the entrance.โIโm so happy to see you again,โ Miriam said, true enthusiasm echoed in her voice as she held her arms out for Creighton, who quickly hugged her in return. โMiriam, you remember Sandra,โ he introduced them, pulling his wife to his side.โOf course, who could ever forget such a lovely lady,โ she said shaking Sandraโs hand. โThis is Juliet Harmon,โ she said turning to the dark-haired woman who waited patiently for the reunion to end. โJulie is my manager, my agent and my lover. Darling, this is Creighton Ashford, Iโve told you a
โI will allow them private sessions, but it is important to have the first and last encounters recorded for teaching. Remember, my clients are patients. They are here for specific reasons, so it is not a brothel. They have come to me for help and that is what I am doing. Helping them save their relationships, their marriages, in some cases even their own sanity.โ She walked to the door and touched the switches.โThe cameras are controlled with the light switch over here,โ she told them pointing at the two separate switches. One was white, the other tan.โThe white one is for both camera and speakers while the tan one is for privacy, a light only. When the white one is on, I can record it in my office as well. It helps for their therapy sessions.โโI read your book,โ Sandra admitted. โI found it very interesting, especially chapter four.โ Miriam laughed out loud, bringing the eyes of Creighton and Juliet to her.โAh yes, my hayloft days,โ she said smiling at the soft blush on Creighton
โYour father asked that you not be informed,โ Juliet admitted with a soft coloring of her cheeks. โHe was trying to protect you.โโBloody damn hell,โ she said, anger quickly replacing the shock. โI had a right to know this. What happened? When did he try to kill you?โ Creighton began his story again, explaining how her cousin had asked for a job and how he had fired him when he learned of the thefts. Sandra watched her pale again when Creighton told her how he had come to his office and shot him three times and how he was sent to prison.โKonrad was mental, thatโs for certain, but I would never have assumed he could do something like that.โ Miriam looked sickened as she placed her forehead in her hand and closed her eyes.โWhere was he, Miriam?โ Sandra asked gently, almost motherly. Miriam drew a deep breath and looked up, focusing her blue eyes on Sandra, but not really seeing her. โKonrad had been sent back to Germany a couple of weeks before Mrs. Stone showed up at the house,โ
She walked into the office across the hall and returned a moment later, a brown wrapped box the size of a small fat pizza box in her hand.โA gift to the newlyweds,โ Miriam said with a wink. Creighton smiled as Sandra blushed again, fighting the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.โThank you,โ he told her, taking the package and winking to Sandra. โIโm sure weโll find it interesting.โ All three laughed and Sandra smiled, certain her face would never again be normal.They left the house and climbed into the sleek black Mercedes, waving to the two who watched their departure from the step. Creighton pulled back down the cobblestone path, glancing in the rear-view mirror at the women who returned inside the house and closed the doors.Their visit left him with more questions than answers and he was quickly becoming irritated with the delay in information. He wanted to start his life with Sandra and wanted this to end so they could move forward without the clouds of his past hanging over
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 didnโt know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the policeโs 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.โI canโt leave the house, I canโt go to France, I canโt even gather eggs,โ she grumbled as she joined the older couple. โWhat am I supposed to do? I canโt sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.โโHoney, youโre 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.โHow much longer do we have to sit here?โ he growled, looking to those gathered around.โWe need you to remain patient for a little longer,โ a bald-headed man told him. โMonsieur Ashford, we understand what youโre going throughโฆโโLike hell you do,โ Creighton snapped. โI have a pregnant wife at home w
โI know sheโll be happy when itโs over,โ Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears sheโd been wiping away. โShe canโt let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.โโIโm sure they are going stir crazy,โ Cathy said with a frown. โEspecially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.โโThe only good thing is the weather,โ William told them. โItโs been really wet, and she doesnโt like getting her dresses dirty.โโSounds like her aunt,โ Andrew said with a soft chuckle.โMaybe we should take this meeting over to my sisterโs,โ Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.โLet me call Derek and Kristin,โ William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. โThey wanted to know what you found out.โโJust have them meet us at Sandraโs,โ Andrew told him. โWe can discuss this all there.โโI thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,โ 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 NHTโs 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 wasnโt 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 Graceโs 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.
โNo, itโs about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You canโt 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 Iโm watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.โโStop comparing me to Sandra!โ Cathy screamed. โItโs not my fault sheโs perfect. Sheโs always been everyoneโs favorite. I canโt tell you how many boyfriends Iโve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didnโt 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 Iโm a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parentsโ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
โMaybe Michelle heard from him,โ the boy said hopefully.โI havenโt spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.โThe 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.โCome on, son,โ she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. โLetโs see if we can get some sleep.โโMum, can I come sleep with you?โ Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.โYou can sleep on your daddyโs side,โ she told him. โJust donโt tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.โBrandon 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 Tornadoโs 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 Sandraโs 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 Cathyโs surgery, though he wouldnโt 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 couldnโt 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 wasnโt Creighton. She couldnโt even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasnโt 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 didnโt 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 Garconโs assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?โDid you hear what we said?โ Papa asked her.โItโs impossible,โ 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 hadnโt understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.โSweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,โ Sandra told the little girl. โPut that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. Weโll make lunch when youโve finished.