“Tell the captain to pull anchor,” Creighton ordered as soon as they stepped on board his yacht. “We’re leaving immediately. Miss Dennis and I will have supper in our room.” Garman nodded in acknowledgement of Creighton’s orders and left the deck while the two walked into the parlor.“How long before we get…where are we going?” Sandra asked as he shut the glass door.“Hyères. It’s a port south of here. It’s not somewhere that we can easily be followed, at least not as quickly as they found us here and not a place I normally visit, so we should be able to throw the boys off our track.” He led them to the leather sofa and continued to hold her hand as they sat down together.“How did they find us?” she asked while the roar of the ship’s engines started.“Something else you should know,” he said glancing down at their conjoined fingers rather than at her. “I own the hotel you were staying at. It wasn’t difficult to find me in France. I’m either there or here.” Sandra’s eyes widened as sh
Sandra felt extremely pampered as she slipped into the hot water, gasping at the depth of the porcelain lining. She turned the knobs on the side of the tub and sighed as the jets came to life, bubbling gently across her tired body. She slowly reclined beneath the scented water and closed her eyes. She could easily become used to this, she thought under the drying layer of mud.Several long minutes passed before a soft tapping sounded at the door, making Sandra reluctantly open her eyes in time to see Creighton step across the threshold, the familiar thick blue robe across one arm and two glasses of white wine in his hands. He smiled brightly at her as he moved closer to the edge of the tub, tossing the robe to the nearby bench before sitting on the rim and handing her a glass. “You look much more relaxed,” he said in a husky tone as he watched her sit up a little, trying to sip from the glass around a hard, crusted green face.“I am really sorry for the way I snapped at you,” she sai
“I need you to not be mad at me anymore,” he whispered, wrapping her in his warm embrace, moving her hips down to meet his thrusts. “I could never stay mad at you,” she assured him. “It’s just that these feelings I have for you scare the hell out of me.”“I feel exactly the same about you. Please don’t be frightened. We’ll work this out together.” He thrust into her harder and quicker, causing her to moan again. “I need you Sandra. Please my love, cum with me.” She moaned again as he whispered his plea to her, his hard thrusting grew more urgent, water splashing against the side of the tub, the bubbles from the jets tickling her hips as she moved.His fingers began searching and found the hidden, pulsating nub of her clitoris, rubbing and tugging gently until she started to moan. Within a few moments, she was feeling the dizziness increase, her climax imminent, and she clung to him, lifting herself off him and quickly ramming back down to absorb full contact of him as his hips thru
A few hours later, they lay spread out across the bed completely naked, the kinky kit opened as they continued to sort through it. They had eaten supper in bed, then sent the pictures of her vacation to her sister and grandparents. Sandra reviewed the pictures with Creighton, laughing over them, reliving the memories together. She had no idea he had taken so many photos of her parasailing and laughed at the expression on her face, a mixture of joy and fear. The pictures she had taken on their diving excursion were amazing, crystal clear and beautiful. They would keep her family talking about her trip for days to come.They downloaded the many photos of Sandra modeling Sabrina’s gown as well, before e-mailing them to her. Creighton was delighted with all of them and insisted that his sister would undoubtedly achieve her grade without hesitation. Sandra had to admit, they were stunning. The gown was exquisite, the photos nicely done and even she couldn’t deny how elegant she appeared in
He pulled her wrists forward and secured them within the leather restraints, then stepped back, admiring his handiwork. He slowly smiled at her, reaching for the plug-in massager her grandfather uses and plugged it in next to the bed.“Know what this is?” he asked, and she looked at the long handle with the ball on the end.“It’s a massager,” she told him. “My grandfather used it after he injured his knee.” Creighton laughed and switched it on.“Not exactly the same thing,” he told her, pressing the round ball against her breast. She gasped in surprise, watching him smile. “I’m going to put this between your legs and force you to cum. Once you have, I’m going to stop until you calm down and do it again,” he told her. “After I’ve had my fill of watching you, I’m going to love you while you’re tied up. When I’m finished, I’ll unfasten you and you can sleep if you want.”“And if I don’t want to?” she asked bravely, feeling the moisture already begin to pool between her legs. He smiled at
“I’m cumming,” she gasped, and the wand turned back on as he tugged at her nipples, causing her to cry out a deep growl. In a fluent movement, he pulled on the strings holding her nipples prisoner and quickly jerked them off. The sensation was unexpected, and she felt a complete agonizingly erotic burst of desire. He continued pressing and massaging the small wet bud of her clitoris, until she was panting heavily, before switching the wand off and massaging the sides of her breasts.“Sensitive?” he asked when he touched her nipples and she nodded. “Did you like that?” “I wasn’t expecting it. It was pretty intense and very…” she couldn’t think of the right word to describe how it felt.“Fetishistic? Perverse? Dark?” Sandra giggled.“That’s close,” she told him, smiling as he laughed behind her.“Have you had enough, or do you think you can go again?”“I can go for more,” she answered, thankful that the mask covered so much of her face, so not all the scarlet coloring was visible.“Go
“We arrived in Hyères late last night,” he told her as he straightened up. “We need to eat and get moving. I had Abigail wash your clothes, so they are at least clean for you, but I still want to buy you more. There is a little shop in port that Sabrina loves. She practically buys everything in the place whenever she’s here, so I thought we should be able to find some things for you. I have a car waiting for us and I’ve made hotel reservations for the night in Loiret. We’ll meet with Aryana and Daniel tomorrow afternoon.”“I still don’t like the idea of you buying me clothes.”“We’ve already been through this. I’m going to buy you some clothes because yours are currently in the custody of the authorities as they try to find out who broke into your room. Unless you’re going to travel completely naked, which I wouldn’t object to in the least, you will have to consent to letting me purchase you what you need. End of discussion.”“But Creighton, I have my own money,” she began, receiving
“I’m cumming, Sandra,” he growled, and she removed him from her mouth, stroking him hard and fast. He groaned in surprise as he released into her hand, growling as he came. He drew a deep breath a moment later to help steady his nerves and looked down at her, shivering as she licked the underside of his quivering penis. She leaned back and lifted her hand, looking at the sticky white liquid he had spilled.“So, this is what it looks like,” she said amazed. He reached down and pulled her up by the shoulders, pushing her against the back of the shower stall.“I will never cease to be amazed by you,” he growled, pressing his mouth against her hard and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep into her. She moaned against him as he removed his lips all too soon, her hand still filled with the result of her assault on him.“Do you like how it feels?” he asked her, and she looked down at her hand. She smiled at him and nodded. It was hot and sticky, but not unpleasant. It was erotic to watch h
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.