By the time, Virginia Credence finally took her leave, Rhonda felt that the bottom had dropped out of her brave new world with Oberon and she was free-falling into the most miserable darkness of her life. At least she had cobbled up enough pride together so that she had not let anything show outwardly or Oberon’s mother could not have realized how much pain she had delivered but that was little solace for the total shattering of her private little fantasy.
The whole black irony was that she had always believed that Oberon’s world and this marriage would never involve them in the property trap. After all, she did not have any reason to not believe him as well. There was nothing to be gotten out of property and they both had more than enough to last three life times. He did not need any part of her wealth and she did not need any part of his wealth. Rhonda had never in the word thought that there could be any other p
Something was wrong.Oberon could not understand what it was and neither could he put his fingers on it exactly but he knew that Rhonda was not being her usual self and that made him uncomfortable. During the hour before dinner which was designated as playtime with Ruriel, he always made sure that the three of them will be spending the time together. It was the time when they would interact with their son as a unit before he was put to his crib with a bottle. But tonight her eyes did not light up readily with the smiles and laughter. No amusing anecdotes of their son’s daily activities were offered.She seemed quiet, withdrawn and pre-occupied. Only joining in fun of playing with Ruriel when Oberon drew him in. And then he sensed that it was taking her real effort to feel or show any sense of pleasure at what they were doing in reality. Her mind seemed else where, miles away and not clicking with
Oberon thought that his half-brothers and sisters might have been adopted out, or led to believe that other men were their fathers, as he had once believed Roderick Lachlan was his. In which case the news of his death and consecutive letters from Bolivia could well be causing as much upheaval in their lives as had eventuated for him.“Possessions can be important to people,” Rhonda commented wryly.“They are certainly to my mother,” Oberon answered with feeling, frowning on her aid fixation with the Hunter estate. He did not care if it went to his other half-siblings It might make a positive difference in their lives.. A wonderful windfall. To him it would be always tainted…a gift from death, not from life. He had no need of it and he certainly wanted no part in it.“Well Virginia certainly knows how it was or what it was like to be without
Rhonda sat at the dressing table in the master bedroom, brushing her hair, trying to calm her inner agitation with steady, repetitive action. She had her own furniture around her here, having it brought from her home in Randwick. It really did not match the room or the house and the colours clashed. But it at least gave her a sense of comfortable familiarity.She had put on a wrap-around silk robe, a blue silk and lace negligee which was the part of the lingerie set that she had brought around for their honeymoon. It was designed to look alluring but seduction was the farthest thing from her mind right at the moment. It was really not on her agenda tonight. She had felt too vulnerable for the uninhibited nakedness that Oberon had encouraged in their bedroom. Though the robe did not do much about taking away the nakedness but it at least took the chill away from her.The room, rather the entire house ha
“November, 15th,” burst out of her tongue.“What about it?” he shot back.“That was the day you called me wanting to set up a meeting asking if I had come back from Las Vegas or not. You said that you had been waiting from me to get back from there. You said that you had missed me,” said Rhonda.“I did miss you but I did not say that I was waiting for you to be back from Vegas. I had said that Libby was back in Sydney so since you were her PR it was logical that you would be back with her as well. I thought that you were back home with her,” said Oberon.It jolted the swirling chaos in her mind to a stand still and calmer and sober re-assessment. His recollection of the words spoken were far more accurate than hers and he had not lied to her even then. But he had not spoken the truth either.
Rhonda lay very still, absorbing the passion pumping from Oberon deeply moved by it yet she was wretchedly unsure that how much of this caring was actually aimed at her. When his mouth crashed down to hers, ruthlessly aimed at making her feel it, she did not let its wild marauding, letting her lips respond to every pressure that he subjected them to, moving her tongue to the driving command of his, mentally registering every erotic sensation that he incited in her and feeling familiar bursts of desire deep inside her body.Just go with them, she told herself.Oberon might have just as well chosen her to marry for the sake of proving something about himself. He could very well be alive and continue to be satisfied with living as his wife of choice. As the situation stood---she and Ruriel were standing as the personal beneficiaries to the man that Oberon was which he was stood to become instead of contin
Oberon's POVI've come into the house where you are lying down to take a nap, but when I check on you, you're not sleeping yet. You complain that you can't sleep, you're too tense for a nap.I sit on the bed next to you, the weight of my body causing yours to roll just a bit toward me. I quietly tell you to close your eyes and begin to rub your back over your shirt. With the palm of my hand, I trace gentle circles over your back, trying to help ease the tension out of your body. I feel you relaxing a bit, as your shoulders drop and you stretch out, your body calling out for more of my touch.Now warmed from the friction of rubbing over your shirt, I take my hand and lift your shirt, transferring my massage to your bare skin. I knew you weren't wearing a bra, and I now feel the soft skin on your back. You continue to relax even further, as I lift your shirt up, bunching it near your neck. I gently massage your shoulders wit
You plant your feet flat on the bed, and lift your hips up and hold that position. I can see it's not easy for you, but I make you stay like that for about 30 seconds, wondering what is going to happen. Finally, I reach my hands on both sides of your hips, grasping your pajamas, and yank them down to your knees. "Okay, put your hips down now and lift your legs." This time you comply much faster, not wanting to feel the sting of my hand on your breast again. I pull your pajama bottoms off your legs, now leaving you fully naked in all your glory in front of me. What I sensed before through my touch is confirmed both by sight and smell; I can see the wetness leaking out of your pussy, and the pungent smell reaches both of us at the same time, as I see you twitch your nose in the realization of what you are smelling.I sit down next to you on the side of the bed, and wait. The anticipation is burning in you, as you know not what I w
"Ohhhhhh," you moan as my wet tongue makes contact with your nipple for the first time. After flicking it back and forth, I press my lips around it and suck it into my mouth. It becomes obscenely big at my touch, and I pull back from you, removing it from my lips with a "pop," causing you to gasp again."You enjoyed that, sweetie, didn't you," I whisper in your ear."Oh god, yes -- do you know what you are doing to me?" you say in a halting breath."Yes, my love, I have a very good idea what I am doing to you," I answer. "But this is just the beginning."I spend a few minutes playing with your nipples this way, first one, then the other, teasing them with my lips and tongue. I put one on my mouth, and first lightly swirl my tongue around it, then I use my lips to suck on it hard. As I do this, each gets very large, only to soften back down as I turn to the other. You continue to moan as I do this, but I stop