“How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso. He quickly wrapped the other around his waist, before walking with her back down to the bedroom.“I am actually quite good at it. My grandfather plays poker once a week and I’ve watched him for years.”“But have you ever played?”“Yes, often.”“For stakes?” he asked as they entered the room. Sandra frowned, watching the man walk to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling two shirts out and handing her one.“Yes.”“Good,” he told her, tossing the towel aside to a nearby chair, then slipped the shirt over his head before he reached down to his discarded pants.“Why? What did you have in mind?” She slipped on his shirt and looked around the floor for her panties. Creighton held up the very thin black material for her and smiled.“You’ll have to make do with these, since you so graciously discarded your other on
“Who’s to care if they see us playing cards? After your little strip tease this morning, I doubt poker is anything that would strike a fancy. Besides, the spanking is for both our pleasures. I would think you’d be more worried about people seeing us shag afterwards.” Sandra laughed, blushing profusely. She remembered how easy it was for her to strip earlier that morning and loved the look on his face when she did. But to get spanked and shagged afterwards seemed…. intriguing.“Let’s just stay in here,” she answered, watching as he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the game table in the corner. Sandra followed suit and sat on a chair opposite him as he opened the seal on the cards and began shuffling the deck.“Choose your poison,” he said, glancing up at her.“Five card draw, deuces wild and to make it interesting, one call each.” The look on the man’s face was priceless and she smiled innocently, watching him stumble in his shuffling, sending cards sailing across the table. He n
“I don’t see how you can change it. I told you, I’m very good.” “So, I’ve learned,” he told her with a wicked grin. “But as far as cards go, you’re not going to win another hand.” “We’ll see,” she said, and they walked back down the stairs and into the entertainment room, taking their seats around the game table. He sat naked on the chair across from her, handing her the cards and watching as she shuffled them very effectively as though trained in a Monte Carlo casino. His smile turned genuine, admiring her beyond words. “You never cease to amaze me, do you know that?” he asked her, watching her deal the cards. “Why do you say that?” “You are such a unique woman. Brave, kind, talented and very intriguing, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. I think I could spend a lifetime getting to know you and never learn everything.” “You’re quite the romantic, Mr. Ashford,” she said as she finished the deal and lifted her cards. “It’s not difficult when you’re with someone you want to s
With skillful hands, Creighton lifted her off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of the sofa, her breasts lying against the soft leather. Sandra moaned again as he reached around the front of her and thrust two fingers quickly into her vagina, moving her into a ready position of passion. She moaned when he removed his fingers then slipped an arm around her waist, lifting her to lean on her knees on the edge of the sofa. Her arms braced on the back of the cushions as he held her securely around the hips, slipping the tip of his penis into her wet canal. It was tight, but his movements were fluent and easy as he thrust into her, making her moan again. The sensation of the beads in her bottom were alien yet arousing as they pressed against the wall between her vagina and her rectum, massaging her passage with every movement he made.Sandra listened to the heavy panting from the man behind her. He massaged the firm muscles of her buttocks, slapping her bottom gently with his bare hand
“Don’t answer me just yet,” he began slowly, reading the confusion on her face. “The crew will be back in half an hour. We’ll go back to Corte d’Azur tomorrow and get your stuff from the hotel. We can discuss it more before your time in France is up. That way, it will give you a chance to get to know me better. You’ll find that I don’t snore, or fart, or burp, and I promise to pick up my socks and shut the toilet seat.” She couldn’t help but smile at his teasing.“I know this is sudden,” he said pulling her back into his embrace. “But I have loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you happy, and I will give you everything your heart desires. I’m not crazy, and Scotland Yard or the FBI, or anything even similar, is not looking for me. I’m an honest, hardworking businessman who is very devoted to his family and just wants to spend the rest of his life with the woman he’s in love with. Just please think about it?”“This is all happ
Creighton remained quiet for a moment, glancing down to his glass again and shrugged.“Just seems like a lot of land to sell. Does he need the money that badly?”“Not really,” she answered, unconvinced at his attempt to recover. “He’s been thinking of selling for a while, but the mayor of our town is pushing him to make the deal. I think he’ll probably do it, but not for the price the mayor thinks it is worth. The idiot is so eager for the plant to be built in Hoisington that he’d sell his own mother if she wasn’t already dead.” Creighton chuckled softly, draining his wine glass in one large swallow before standing and walking to the stereo, flipping it off.“What do you want to do now?” he asked, placing his empty glass on the credenza, then turned and smiled wickedly as he walked back to her. He sat on the coffee table in front of her and placed his hand on her leg, causing an electric tingle to travel up her legs to that secret spot that he so loved to excite.“What did you have i
“Can you?” he asked, watching the blush creep up her cheeks. “What’s wrong with bondage? You like it, I like it and the result is pure pleasure. You like the mask, you like the toys. I think you even liked the spanking. If you enjoy it, why not embrace it? Like I said earlier, if more couples would play together, there would be a lot less infidelity.” Sandra was quiet for several moments thinking about all of this as he sighed and sat up next to her.“Okay, so tell me what you liked most about last night? What did you enjoy?”“I liked the touching,” she answered.“And the eating?” She frowned. “When I went down on you…when I ate you? Ever hear of cunnilingus?” She shook her head and frowned. Creighton smiled, then took her glass and placed it with his on the side table, before rolling her to her back. He ran his hands up the legs of her jeans, quickly unfastening them and pulling them off, discarding them to the floor. With a wicked grin, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her
“You wanted to know what the bunny does, so watch what I do.” He slowly inserted the tube into her moist vagina and turned it back on, twisting it and thrusting it slowly in and out of her until she began to moan. Just as she thought she knew what he was going to do, he opened the lips of her labia, moving the bunny toward her clitoris, positioning the ears on either side of it. She gasped at the sensation and moaned deep as the intense feeling began to rise between her legs.“Do you want to cum?” he asked, and she nodded shyly. “Say it, I want to hear you say the words.”“I can’t,” she said softly.“Then I’ll stop,” he threatened and switched the device off, causing her to groan with frustration. “Say it and I’ll turn it back on.”“Please,” she begged.“Say it, Sandra. I want to hear the words. I can’t please you unless I know what you want me to do.”“Creighton, please,” she begged, tears springing to her eyes.“Don’t hide your desires from me, I need to hear it. Just say the words
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.