“Monsieur Ashford, comment était-ce vous le dîner?” the Maître d’ asked when they neared him. He was an older man, tall and slender, his hair grey around the edges, the top of his head bald and shiny. He looked at them through dark grey eyes that seemed to twinkle. He was quite friendly, and after the nerve-wrecking walk she just had, that was very much appreciated. He smiled politely at Sandra and she found herself relaxing immensely.“Très bon, merci,” Creighton answered, his arm slipping around Sandra’s waist. The two men exchanged a few more comments in French before she found herself being escorted out the door at a leisurely pace. They climbed back into the limousine where Sandra literally collapsed against the leather cushions.“You did remarkably well,” Creighton praised, kissing her hand again as the car pulled back into traffic. “There wasn’t a person in that room who didn’t admire you.”“I’m sure they were all wondering how they could trade places with me.”“I know the me
“Ask what you wish, and I’ll answer.”“The truth?”“I have never lied to you, Sandra, and I never will.”“Tell me about the Don’s boys?” she asked suspiciously. “Is there any real threat from them?”“Not really,” he said quietly. “They are two of Aryana’s brothers. They would never cause her harm.”“Then why did you allow me to think they were after us?”“Because they are. The Don wants Aryana and me back in Milan and sent his boys to get us. He keeps his two sons, Demarco and Silvano as errand boys and while Demarco is logical and calm, his brother is not. Silvano likes people to think he’s mafia. It excites him to know he frightens people, especially women.”“And the Don? Is he really a mafia king?” Creighton sighed, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa where they sat down next to each other.“No.”“You did lie to me,” she said softly.“No, I didn’t. You were the one who called the Don a mafia king. I just didn’t deny it. You wanted an adventure and I wanted you with me. Bec
When Sandra returned to the bedroom a half-hour later, she found Creighton’s clothes on the back of the chair, but he was nowhere to be seen. She stepped to the door and heard the tone of his voice, knowing he was on the phone. She gathered together the pale pink negligee and robe and quickly slipped them on before taking the courtesy laptop to the bed and sat down against the pillows. She opened the internet, typed in the address to the Kansas State government and penned her message, short and sweet.To whom it may concern,Affective immediately I, Sandra Elizabeth Dennis, hereby resign my position as Librarian to the City Library of Hoisington, Barton County, Kansas, USA. It is my recommendation that Raymond Humphrey be promoted to the position of Head Librarian, given his years of dedicated work and knowledge of the library and the patrons.She signed it with an electronic signature and pressed the send button, smiling as the confirmation checkmark showed on the screen. She then to
“You have to hold very still, or you’ll make a mess of the bed,” he warned her with a wicked grin. “If you don’t hold still, I’ll have to restrain you.”“I can’t make any promises,” she said, causing him to chuckle.“I know what you’re hinting at, but I am not going to cuff you just yet. I want you to fight the urge to wiggle. Once you feel helpless beyond control, only then will I cuff you and really go wild with this lovely body.” Sandra blushed, feeling the nerves of excitement burning through her veins.“Ready?” he asked and smiled when she nodded. He stood up and removed his pants and underwear before taking the familiar brown plastic bottle that read Hershey's sirop. He flipped the lid open and slowly began to dribble the cold, thick syrup across her nipples, smiling as she gasped.“Remember, you have to hold perfectly still. This is a lesson in control. While I am enjoying myself, you have to force yourself to remain steadfast.”“You are asking the impossible,” she moaned, th
Sandra sat on the sofa the next day, reading Miriam’s book as Creighton lay napping with his head on her lap. It was such a comfortable feeling, doing normal everyday activities with this man. They had slept in until a little after ten and ate a late breakfast of cheese, croissants, poached eggs and sliced ham. Creighton said they were meeting Aryana and Daniel later that afternoon after their doctor’s appointment, which left them several hours to relax and enjoy each other’s company.Creighton called the Don and argued with him for nearly fifteen minutes, trying to convince him to come to Paris to speak with his daughter, but to no avail. He refused and said he would not come to her. She was the one to come back and the one to explain and apologize for her behavior.It had been well over a week since she sat down and read, and she found herself enjoying it immensely, even though Miriam’s book was filled with perverted memories of her past. She had just finished a chapter that she fou
Unlike most of the men in my father’s German videos, Buddy was circumcised. It was an amazing and interesting sight, and I thought he looked much better than the men I saw in pictures. I licked his erection and sucked on him until he stirred and opened his eyes. He stared at me in shock and alarm but didn’t say anything. I think he was enjoying the act as well as the fear of being caught as much as I was.When I felt him pulsating in my hand, I stopped and looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at me as though I were a dream. I crawled up his long body and lay on top of him. I kissed him very softly at first, but he quickly got involved and kissed me back. I loved it. His need was throbbing against my leg, and he moaned deeply into my mouth. I had never felt so erotic. When we finally broke free of each other, he said he thought I was angry with him. Well, I was, for a while, but then I realized we just needed to keep working at sex until we got it right. He agreed, and
I tried to get him to stop, but he was crazed, he just kept hitting him, over and over. I saw the blood in the snow, and even as big as Buddy was, I knew he wasn’t strong enough to withstand the brute strength of my father’s anger for long. I ran to his house and pounded on the door, screaming for Buddy’s father to come help. His older brothers were home for the holiday, and they all came running, along with his mother and sisters. By the time we got back to the barn, Buddy was lying unconscious in the snow, my father standing over him with the bloody reigns panting like a bear. Buddy’s father and brother #1 laid into my father, beating him with their fists as Buddy’s mother, sisters and #2 went to Buddy’s aid.Buddy’s back and arms were shredded like raw meat. The snow beneath him was soaked red, and I felt the grip of terror as I looked at him. I thought he was dead, and I knew it was my fault. Buddy had been my friend more than he had been my lover, and I had caused this to happen.
Sandra sat watching Creighton, his vision was fixed ahead of him, his jaw tight and his mouth in a firm line. She had finished reading the chapter from Miriam’s book and glanced at him, trying to judge his reaction to what he had just learned.“Are you all right?” she asked. He was angry, she could feel it radiating around them, but she wasn’t sure to whom it was directed. Maybe she shouldn’t have read him the book, maybe she should have kept Miriam’s secret.“Am I naive, or am I just stupid?” Creighton asked in a very angry tone. Sandra stared at him in amazement.“Neither one. Why do you ask?”“I had no idea any of that was happening right under my very nose, and Andrew? I can’t believe he shagged the same girl I was and never told me. How could I be so blind?”“It wasn’t your fault. Miriam said she wanted to tell you, but Andrew threatened her. She was afraid.”“No, she wasn’t,” he snapped, standing to pace the carpet. “She said she found the roughness exciting. I wasn’t rough wit