“Take hold and slide it inside you,” he said softly. Sandra frowned, but did as he instructed and gasped as the hard tip of him slipped inside her wet opening.“Slowly sit down,” he told her. Sandra drew in a deep breath and lowered her hips across him, moaning at the fullness inside her. She looked apprehensive as he continued to fill her, and he chuckled at the expression on her face.“It will fit. You just have to let your body adjust to the size.” She relaxed against him and was amazed that he was able to slide in deeper. Once he was sheathed within her tight body, she braced her hands on his chest and waited. Creighton reached for her bottom and lifted her up across him, then slowly back down, again and again.“You do it,” he told her, and she began to move up and down on him, watching the passion grip his face with each stroke of her tight body. She continued the movements across his length until she felt dizzy, then closed her eyes.“I need you, now,” Creighton growled, and sh
Creighton returned a few moments later, a broad smile across his handsome face. He was carrying a brown leather case, roughly the size of a small suitcase. He walked back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Sandra. He lifted the case and placed it between them, then looked in her green eyes, gauging her reaction.“Now, don’t be frightened,” he said staring at her.“What is this?” she asked in a hushed whisper, looking down at the case.“This is a kit of items designed for pleasure. Some are a little more intense than others. You just have to be courageous when I explain them to you and tell me what you would like to try and what you won’t. Agreed?” Sandra sat up on the bed, still naked, crossing her legs and staring at the expensive looking leather case as if it were a dangerous snake. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, and she was afraid if she said no, he would never want to touch her again.“What kind of items?” she asked wide eyed.“Toys, mainly. Hayloft
“I’d stay with you forever if I could, but I’m not sure about all of this,” she told him, watching the haunted expression cross his face. Creighton reached out and ran a long finger down her cheek and across her bottom lip.“A month ago, if someone had told you that you would lose your virginity on a private yacht, in the Mediterranean Sea, would you have believed them?” She shook her head. “What if someone had told you a week ago, that you would be dancing in front of a man completely naked and enjoying it, would you have thought them mad?” She nodded and swallowed hard. “Before today, would you have ever considered touching yourself until you had an orgasm, just to tease a man?”“So, you’re saying that this is just another experience among the many?” she asked, and he smiled.“Let’s call it another path leading to a unique and fun adventure. Didn’t you say you always wanted an adventure? Then let me take you on one. I promise, if you don’t like it, all you have to say is stop and I
Her heart began to pound, and her stomach lurched at the unknown. She couldn’t help but smile, biting her bottom lip nervously, hearing his deep soft laughter. His tongue caressed the tip of her imprisoned nipples again, and he pulled gently on the chain, causing her to gasp at the sensation.“Scared?” he asked, and she shook her head softly, unable to speak, anticipation heightening her senses. “Good. There’s no reason to be afraid, my love. I won’t hurt you.” He moved off her and walked to the foot of the bed. He slipped his hands beneath her hips and tugged her gently down, so her arms were stretched tightly above her head. He released her and moved away as she listened intently at what he was doing.She really wasn’t afraid, just overly sensitive and very much alert to the sounds of the room, the soft jazz from the speakers and the weight of the bed where he pressed her into the mattress, the breeze blowing through the open window. Everything was heightened and alive, and she fel
Sandra gasped as the leather softly flicked against her calves. She moaned deeply, feeling the gentle flicks travel up her inner thighs. Again, and again, the leather slapped across her sensitive skin. She braced herself against the stinging, the realization of where he was heading made her feel dizzy and wanton. Her mind envisioned him standing beside her, slapping her naked flesh with the tip of the crop, just as her grandfather did to the horses he rode. It was intoxicating, and she braced herself as he neared the brown curls of her apex, but he stopped, and she found herself holding her breath, waiting. Still, he didn’t move, she couldn’t hear anything more than his heavy breathing and she slowly relaxed, exhaling her constrained breath. When she inhaled again, she felt the sting of leather against her sensitive nipples and she screeched in surprise. Creighton grinned wickedly, flicking the leather crop across her nipples again and again, softly, but causing a deep stinging to ra
Fear began to creep into her settling euphoria but was quickly replaced with relief as the clamps were loosened and removed.“I’m sorry, darling,” he assured her. “It was your first time and I shouldn’t have left them on so long. I was distracted and forgot.” She felt the warmth of his mouth on her breast as he sucked on the throbbing nipple, causing her to whimper.“I know it hurts,” he told her in a hushed whisper. “But the sucking will help get the blood circulating and make them start feeling better. Just bear with me for a few minutes.” She drew a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut beneath the mask as he continued to suckle her breast. Within a few seconds she really did feel better. Her breasts were not as sensitive, just tender. She greeted his release of her breast with a sigh of relief but gasped again as he leaned over her and repeated the torturous sucking on the opposite side. She was dizzy and hot, and her stomach lurched. She was certain she was going to be sick, th
“I have never heard of anyone having sex with ice before,” she snapped.“You haven’t really heard of a lot of things concerning sex before, either.” Without warning, his fingers slid a second ice cube into her, his lips kissing her brown curls as she gasped and tried to struggle against the cold assault. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed the ice hard against her cervix, then slowly began to circle them around the tight canal. His tongue bathed her clitoris, his teeth nipping gently at her labia, all the while his fingers thrusting in and out of her.He was right, it was such an unusual sensation, a mixture of cold and hot and within a few short seconds she felt it again, the searing dizziness of orgasm. Creighton chuckled against her delicate skin as she cried out, allowing her to ride out the waves for several long moments. His tongue tormented her throbbing clitoris, the ice inside her quickly melting. He moved back to her side as she fell further into the mattress, his f
“Yes,” she insisted, knowing he wanted to hear her say it, and she was rewarded by the hard thrusting of his shaft as he quickly rammed into her, harder and harder, his fingers moving in and out of her bottom. She tried to lift her hips, but the pressure of him against her was too heavy and she couldn’t move. She was completely restrained and at his mercy. It was frustrating, but intoxicating, unable to move, unable to resist, and it made her feelings intensify. “Oh God, Sandra,” she heard him groan as he thrust his penis and his fingers deep inside her. Two deep penetrating thrusts and he stilled, growling deep as he spilled his seed into her. The sensation was hot and tipped her over the edge, causing her to cry out again, her body climaxing around him. It was thrilling, hot and passionate, everything she had read about in her romance novels, and everything she secretly hoped to someday feel was happening to her in one incredible moment. As she struggled to regain air in her lun
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.