“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
Anger and pain surged through Tasha Harrison's body as she looked at herself in the mirror. She just emptied her bowels in the toilet. Her stomach started rumbling while she was talking with her friend in the living room. Slowly, Tasha looked away from the mirror and cleaned herself up. It's been over two weeks since Blake left. And she'd been having a serious bout of morning sickness for days now. Phoebe had taken Tasha in, in order to keep her eyes on her.“Are you alright in there?” Phoebe, asked from the bathroom doorway. “Yes,” Tasha sighed gently. “I'm okay.” She opened the tap and rinsed her face with more water. “What are you going to do now?” Phoebe asked with concern on her face. “I am keeping the pregnancy,” she rested her hands on the edges of the bathroom sink, and let out a puff of air. “I will think through the rest, I will not kill my child.”“Are you going to contact him?” Phoebe walked in and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. “To let him know about this?”“Nev
Seven years laterDr. Tasha Harrison, now an associate professor, looked at the clock in the corner of her computer screen; it was 2:47 pm on a Tuesday afternoon. She had been in front of her computer for over two hours, working on a paper she wanted to submit for publication in an academic journal. She later got a job at the University of California, Berkeley a few weeks after she left Cleverwood seven years ago. She leaned back in her chair with a yawn, satisfied with what she had done so far. She was sure her paper would be highly commended. Her hard work was getting paid off, she was now well known in the academics. And on her way to become a full professor very soon. She checked the time again; it was already five minutes before her next class with her post-graduate students. Opening a drawer, she brought out a brown envelope containing the students' graded term papers. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,” Tasha said to her students four minutes later. “I hope you are all d
"It's Friday night," her mother started as usual. "You should be out there enjoying yourself, Tasha Harrison. Not stuck in your home office with a conference paper.” "I'm not stuck in the office, mom." She protested weakly. “Princess, start allowing yourself to enjoy happiness again.” The older woman said perceptively. “It's been seven years. Give yourself a chance at happiness again.” “Mom,” she dragged in a long breath. “I am trying.” “No, you are not, sweetheart. All you do is work: research, grading of papers, preparing lectures and conference papers.” “But these are the things that give me joy,” she said, meaning it. “No, they shouldn't be the only things that give you joy. You need a man. Forget Blake, he's never going to come back. You have to stop thinking about him.” “Of course, I know he's never coming back,” she stood up from her desk and left the room. “Blake is not on my mind anymore.” “Yes, you still think about him,” her mom insisted. “I am your mother. I se
“I am in Canada for business,” he started saying. “And I have been watching you over there while I was having dinner with my clients.” He pointed his finger in the direction where he came from. “I have to come over to verify if it's you or not after they left.”“Excuse me Blake,” she stood up. “I have to go.” “Oh no, please,” he reached out to touch her arm. “Don't go just yet. We need to talk.”“I have nothing to talk to you about! She slapped his hand away. “Stop embarrassing me. People are looking our way already.” “Tasha, please let's talk,” Blake pleaded with her. “No!” she snapped at him and hurried away to the elevator. She jumped in and held her breath until it stopped on her floor and she rushed down the long corridor to her room. She couldn't believe what just happened. Seeing Blake in flesh and blood after seven good years was unbelievable. Her heart clenched as she shut the door, she fell to the ground and started weeping. Seeing Blake in a Canadian restaurant was not
His official phone rang on the coffee table, making him stop and check the screen. “Sorry about that,” he started talking to Stacy again. “I thought it was the call I’m expecting. As I was saying, I hope you still remember Tarrus. He's one of the directors on Capricorn’s board now. You know how indecisive he can be. So I have to meet with them again tomorrow.”“It's okay,” she sighed audibly. “I wish you luck with them.” “Thanks, dear. Let me leave you now.”“Bye, take care of yourself.” She said and disconnected the lineBlake's phone started ringing again. He snatched his phone off the coffee table and swiped across the screen. “Rob, what do you have for me?”It was his private investigator who was calling, and it was six am the following day. “Sir,” Rob started. “I found out that Miss Harrison left the hotel at 4: 47 am this morning and she already flew out of Canada at six am. “Did you find out about where she lives now?” He asked impatiently.“Yes, Berkeley,” Rob answered. “
Blake settled into the car that was taking him back to the house and picked up his phone to talk to Stacy. It was after five already. He couldn't return to New York that day again. One of his business buddies, Mat, had called him up in the afternoon to find out if he was still in town. When he said yes, Mat told him he wanted him to meet someone for a late lunch later in the day. “Hey, dear,” she answered the call. “Hey dear,” she answered. He asked about her well-being and that of Jayce. Stacy was too impatient to talk to him for too long. She said she was getting ready to go out with her friends for drinks. He slumped back on the seat, “okay, okay. I will call you later then.”“Yeah, talk to you later,” she said to end the call, and she dropped the phone on the nightstand. Stacy, who was naked all the white she was talking to her husband, went to her dressing table and applied perfume oil to her pulse points exactly the way her master instructed her to do. She then put on a Gucc
“Play with daddy's balls,” he sank his hands into her hair. “They are your toys, baby.” She fondled his balls, then squeezed them as she kept sucking. “Yes, yes, that's my girl,” he grunted. “I'm changing my mind,” he yanked himself out of her mouth. “I'm going to paint your body with my cum.You deserved to be bathed with my cream.” He pointed his hard, glistening cock at her chest, stroking himself so fast. “I am going to color you with my cream,” he groaned and started spraying his cream on her chest. “Tell me you want it!” he groaned. Tell me…tell me!” “Yes, master,” she gasped in delight, spreading his cum over her chest with her hand. “I want it. Color me with your cum.” “Tell daddy you like being bathed with his cream,” he gasped as more cum sipped out from his cock onto her chest. “Thank you, daddy,” she husked with lust. “For bathing me with your cream, I love it.” "Damn," he said gruffly. "Damn, slut,you are so beautiful with my cream splashed over your body.” He gave
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t