LucienA few days later, after brooding and generally feeling furious and angry with himself, Lucien decided to visit the house unexpectedly. He had not informed his family; Tony Beston was the only one who had been told. Leaving his trusted wingmen in the lobby, he strode into the house and the welcoming aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted out from the kitchen.Unerringly, the desire to see his wife and children led him to the large, warm kitchen where he could hear the sound of Ria chattering away. The sound of a baby’s wails which were abruptly silenced alerted him to the presence of his youngest son. But when he reached the kitchen, he stopped short, his anger shooting up at the sight he saw.A young Chinese man, presumably the incomparable Alex Wu was in the small patio leading out from the kitchen into the tiny vegetable garden that his wife had created. She had always been one to nurture, came the thought, almost automatically. The smaller man was cradling the baby and making
Proserpina We flew out of the US in a week’s time. The children had been subdued, not really understanding what was happening. I sat them down and explained that I needed to work for a while in Japan. That it was important for me. Ria interrupted me, her lower lip thrust out and quivering, her little face hot and pink. ‘Why can't you work from here? Like you used to?’ And then, her eyes glittering as the tears spilt, she went on, on a half sob, “I want my Pappa.’ Piers was almost in tears too. I sighed and stood up, reaching for Claude who took it upon himself to begin wailing at that moment. The maids stood by, guarded and expressionless while Sandy watched from a corner, her arms folded. I could feel the censure in the air. “Was I wrong in wanting to live my life?’ I thought angrily. *** It was Lucien who came to my rescue. He spent all afternoon and the evenings at the house, with the children. His eyes had a hollow look in them, a bleakness that bothered me. He gathered Ria in
ProserpinaThe children spoke to Lucien every day, twice a day. Without fail. Even if it was midnight in the US, he would be wide awake, smiling, listening to their excited chatter indulgently. He seemed eager to hear them, to see them and terribly reluctant to stop their long conversations. We barely exchanged a few clipped words. It hurt me but I carried on with a brave face.Lucien He had hated to see them go, his wife and his children. But he had wanted her to make up her mind, to explore and to live. In his heart he knew he trusted her; she would never look at another man. Now he waited for the calls from his twins; listening to them eased his loneliness in the great mausoleum of a house that was empty and seemed devoid of noise.How had he lived here before Proserpina and the children had come and made his house a home, he wondered as he sat in the huge dining hall, eating silently.The food seemed tasteless and he had snapped at Beatrice on more than one occasion over the qual
ProserpinaWe landed on a sunny afternoon. The journey had been long and exhausting. But Ria and Piers had been raring to see their father and had been as good as gold throughout the flight. They had not ganged up to mimic Claude's wails unlike during the trip to Japan when they had been insufferable, whining and generally behaving like brats. Baby Claude had been cranky and irritable for most of the journey. But Claude tended to be that way as I had discovered. *Handsome Schwartz was at the airport with Grace to meet us. I fell into Grace's arms before giving Schwartz a hug too. The kids squealed when he picked them up one by one and I smiled indulgently despite being exhausted. “HE is missing you but as always, he will not admit it, ‘murmured Schwartz, his blue eyes twinkling with affection as he looked at me.I leaned my head against his shoulder. ‘He is such a darling, this friend of mine. ‘I thought, beaming up at him as I linked my arm to Gracie’s. * Sandy had organised the col
Proserpina Lucien? I asked myself.Had he brought me roses? ???Swallowing hard, I stood, inhaling the heady fragrance.Where was he, the man I loved?I dashed out of the room, clutching my bathrobe.There were more roses placed in baskets in the corridor, and I felt my heart swell.The lights coming from the kitchen made me race over.But the only people there were Beatrice who was cuddling Baby Claude. My youngest son was awake and blinking disarmingly at the world in general.Along with the old housekeeper were the two maids who took care of the twins. Ria and Piers sat at the small table, having ice cream from enormous bowls. Watching them, anyone would think they had been starved! I thought drily.They all turned to look at me, and I felt a blush stealing over my face. “Where…Ummm… Lucien, I mean your Pappa, is he... I mean, where is he?’Beatrice exchanged a knowing smirk with the maids as she stood up and waddled over to me. She beamed as she said, “The Boss had come by a few
When the cars pulled up escorting his Woman, it was past midnight.Proserpina smiled as she stepped out daintily. She felt like she was in a reverse Cinderella situation!And then, her breath caught as she saw him.Illuminated by the lights on the porch, there stood her big, muscular husband. He was dressed in a charcoal gray formal suit, a tumbler in his hands, his men about him hovering discreetly.But the waves of desire, of longing came crashing at her and she felt a longing to rush to him and throw her arms around his neck, to kiss him and surrender to him mindlessly.But Proserpina did nothing of the sort.Swinging her hips in the naturally seductive way she had, she took measured steps to reach the man who stood, watching her every move.*Lucien stood, frozen, watching her approach.Just the sight of the small figure with the thrusting breasts, the jeans that hugged her rounded curvaceous ass, made his co*k jump up in anticipation.He stood still as she came towards him. She
Proserpina Lucien came forward.‘Now undress me,’ he said, his voice hoarse with lust as he raked his eyes over her curvaceous body.She obeyed him, flicking him a glance from under her lashes, wondering what he was planning.Demurely, she did as he had ordered. His manhood reared, like a beast unleashed, when she undressed him, and she knelt before him, stroking and licking the thick, heavily veined member. Explorative, she kissed the tip, licking the pre-cum beading the tip of his thick, purple coc* and he snarled. It took an effort not to reach down and thrust himself into her willing mouth.But with a look of entreaty, her dark eyes, wet with heat and longing, she took charge.Her tongue tentatively swirled around his manhood, tasting, sliding her tongue along the slit, making him shudder. He had not slept with a woman in a long while; the only woman he wanted was the one kneeling before him, servicing his coc* and he felt as though the stars were exploding behind his eyelids as
ProserpinaWe had lain in each other’s arms after all the torrid lovemaking of that night.The food had been heated and we had eaten slowly, feeding each other, till somehow, I ended up in my lover’s lap again.Cuddling into his hirsute chest, I murmured,‘Lucien Delano, I cannot live without you…’He said nothing for a long time and then said in a hoarse growl,‘Don’t leave me again, woman.’For answer, I pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely.I melted in his arms as he took possession of me once again.*Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I came awake to a pleasurable sensation that had me moaning. Lucien was sucking on my clit, his large hands holding my legs apart firmly as I tried to thrash.In some bewilderment, I realised that he had tied my wrists with a silken tie to the bedpost and I was helpless as I writhed under his clever tongue, powerless to stop him, my legs spread wide open for his pleasure.And mine.Raising his head, he growled,“Stay still, woman. I n