Sapphic Frozen Touch

by Barbara Downey

  “Oh my god, I wonder who owns this place,” I said breathlessly.

  “I think I might have an idea,” Maya said, picking up a book and looking at the cover. We all hurried over to where she was and she was busy studying a mark on the book. I was confused.

  “Okay, we don’t have all day,” I said quickly.

  “This is the thesis that I have been studying. This is the Forgotten Island. It was a place where bandits used to stash their loot but then one day they lost their map and could not remember their way back here. This symbol here was their logo. I guess that explains everything in here,” she said, indicating the gold bars on one of the shelfs.

  “Too bad that we are also going to have to leave it all here for the thugs outside,” Camille said. “I'm pretty sure that it won't be long before they figure out the trap door.”

  “I think that there must be another way out of here. I don’t think that they brought in these gold bars through the main entrance. That would be too much work,” I said thoughtfully as I looked around the room.

  “What do you mean?” Camille asked.

  “What I'm saying is that their leader probably brought his family along. That explains the clothes that we are wearing and he would not want the family to know the sort of trade he was doing. I believe that they must have been bringing stuff in here through another entrance. That is also the reason that he did not put the safe in the bedroom like most people would do,” I replied. I hoped that I had not been reading and watching too many mysteries and thrillers.

  “I guess that makes sense but where the hell could they have brought them in through?” Maya said.

  “That is what we are going to find out,” I said to them.

  In the other room, we could hear Spencer and the other thug rummaging through everything. I could tell that they were convinced that we were not very far off. We needed to act fast. I looked around the room, frantically searching for anything that could lead us out but there was not a clue. All the walls were white and identical. I could hear Spencer beginning to bang against the bookshelves on the other side. I moved along the walls of the room searching for some sort of lock or switch.

  “I think that I might be wrong this time. There doesn’t seem to be any way out of this room. I think that this time we have come to the end of our journey. If anything happens to us, I want you guys to know that I love you both,” I said to Maya and Camille.

  “Stop acting silly, Cornelia. If we have managed to get this far, it means that there is a way out. Karma is at work, come on,” Maya said.

  “Not this time, Maya. Not this time,” I said.

  “Hey guys,” Camille called, “I think I've found something.”

  We all turned to her with renewed hope, dashing to where she was. On the floor there was a loose tile. I started pressing the tile from all sides hoping that it somehow had the key to what we were looking for. As I pressed the fourth and last corner of the tile, there was a sound. We all turned as one of the walls opened up. Inside it there was a tunnel with a wagon inside.

  “Bingo,” I shouted so loudly, Spencer and the other guy must have heard me. “I think we just hit the jackpot, guys.”

  I kissed both Maya and Camille on their lips wetly before we began piling everything in the room onto the wagon. The wagon was on some sort of a rail and when we were done, we pushed it off towards the unknown. The wall closed behind us as we moved further away. We were shocked when the wagon came up behind a reef around which the yacht was docked. The entrance was so carefully concealed thatnobody would ever have found it. We piled everything onto the yacht and then undocked and hit the engines. As the yacht moved off, we saw Spencer and the other guy dashing to the window of the room. Their faces were filled with shock and amusement. From the movements of his lips, I could tell that Spencer was cursing everything around him, including his partner in crime.

  Chapter 7

  “This all sounds like some sort of fairy tale,” the commander of the coast guard said.

  “Feels the same for us, too. One minute we were at the gym and the next we were in some strange place. It was by God’s grace and this young woman that we are now safe and sound,” Camille said to him.

  “I think that she is just over exaggerating, officer. We were all in panic mode but somehow we managed to get through it and work or way out,” I cut in quickly.

  “Well, my men will be back shortly and we will see if they find the kidnappers that you were talking about. The good thing is that everything was caught on CCTV camera at the gym,” the commander said to us. “We have also contacted the owner of the yacht to come and verify if it is the one.”

  I couldn’t hide my smile. Everything had turned out better than any of us had anticipated. When we had left the island, we had sailed to a beach house that Pierre and I owned in Miami. We had stashed all of our loot there before heading back to report to the coast guard and the police. We had not mentioned anything about the gold and the money, of course. We intended to split it between us and, if possible, we were going to buy the island so that we could go back there for more tantalizing moments.

  “I guess that you ladies must be tired. Would you like one of my officers to take you home?” the police chief said.

  “Yes.”

  We looked at each other and winked. Each one of us knew exactly what we wanted before anything else. I gave him the address of the beach house where we had stashed our loot. An hour later, the car pulled up in the driveway and we thanked the officer. As soon as the car was out of the gate, we entered the house. We stripped off each other’s clothes as we made our way into the living room. I was already hot and horny as I sat down on the couch. Maya and Camille crouched before me and began pleasuring me in a way that I had now fallen in love with. They fingered me deep and intensely, making me come again and again. They then took turns eating my sex. Camille managed to find a cucumber in the kitchen and I groaned in anticipation as I saw her coming towards me with it.

  As Maya straddled me, placing her cunt carefully on my mouth for me to lick, Camille gently eased the tip of the cucumber into my pussy. I moaned into Maya's sex as I felt the thickness driving into my depths pleasurably. It was so thick and hard, it tugged my aching clit along with it. I heaved with pleasure as Camille began driving it in and out of my sex. She sent me to a world that I had never been to before. The pleasure was so intense, I lost count of the number of times that I came. I knew that I had just found myself a new addiction despite the fact that I was married.

  THE END

  Beautiful Mess

  Description

  Running from an abusive marriage, Samantha signs up as a “mail order bride” and moves to Austin, where she hopes to get married to Wes. When she gets there, Wes is away on a business trip, but she meets his billionaire sister, Beverly. They kick it off as friends until Samantha's live-in boyfriend comes to force her back home. It is then that Samantha and Beverly discover that they are meant for each other. Now they have to figure out what to do when Wes finally comes back home from the business trip.

  Chapter 1

  Samantha Cox

  “I told you that you should cook the food when I arrive,” he said as he slapped her across the face with his bare hand, sending her scattering across the room and onto the floor.

  In her heart, Samantha knew that this was the last time that Alex was going to ever hit her again and so she just kept quiet. When she had first married to Alex, Samantha had never imagined that she would go through such hell. Everyone had warned her against getting married to Alex Marsh, but she had not listened. At the time, she had seen him as the prince who had come to sweep her off her feet. The wedding had been attended by all of her friends from Denver, Colorado, and beyond, although most of them had been worried for her.

  Samantha was an orphan and raised in an orphanage, and that is the reason why when she had first met Alex, he had made her feel as if she had some sort of family. It was clearly the biggest mistake of her life becau
se barely months into their marriage, he had started coming back home drunk and abusing her. At first Samantha thought that it was something that would only be temporary but it was now almost five months since Alex had started beating and abusing her, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Girl, there’s no use of living this lie. That guy is gonna kill you one of these days,” her best friend, Diane always said to her whenever they met and she noticed dark bruises on Samantha's face. “The day that you decide that you’ve had enough of this, don’t hesitate to look me up.”

  “I'm sure that he’s just going through a phase that will soon come to an end,” Samantha said.

  That had been the story for a long time until she couldn’t take it anymore and she had decided that enough was enough. She had gone to Diane with a scarred face and heart.

  “I knew the day would come when you would come to me for help, and it’s about damn time, don’t you think?” Diane has said to her. “Now, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

  That had been the beginning of new plans for her life. Samantha had decided to move to the countryside where she would probably live on a ranch with cowboys and all. It was easier for her to get work out there. Despite the fact that she was married, she wasn’t happy and wanted out of the situation. That was the reason why she was going to Austin as a “mail-order bride,” and she was excited. Diane had taken her to a “mail order bride agency” and they had matched her up with someone in Austin.

  “Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” Alex shouted drunkenly. “Get the fuck up and cook something for me.”

  “Alex, I told you that there is warm food in the microwave and if you don’t wanna eat it, it’s up to you. I'm outta here,” she said as she got up and straightened her top and jeans before heading out of the living room.

  “Sammy, will you bring your silly ass back here,” he shouted as he dashed after her.

  Samantha slammed the kitchen door and locked it from outside, glad that she had gotten her things out of the house before he arrived. They were safely packed in the trunk of her car and the only thing left to do was go. She went to the car and got in, and then looking at the house one last time, she fired the engines and drove out of the compound. It was going to be a long drive to Austin, but it was going to be worth everything.

  Chapter 2

  Beverly Twain

  “We need to round up all of the cattle for the monthly sale,” Beverly Twain said, lowering the brim of her Stetson over her eyes to shut out the glare of the morning sun as she sat on her horse, Mayflower, looking at her ranch hands at work.

  “Will that include the new sires that you brought in a couple of months ago?” her foreman, Mark, said to her.

  “We’ll only need a couple of the sires. I think that they have already done their work. The rest can go out to the meat market. We only use that semen while it’s still fresh,” she said to the sandy-haired foreman as she kicked her horse in the sides and rode off toward the cattle in the prairie.

  Beverly had attained it all at an early age. She was one of the few billionaire ranchers in Austin, although ranching wasn’t her sole source of income. She also owned a couple of gold mines and oil fields, which generated most of her income. At the age of thirty-two, Beverly was known as the “iron lady.” She never tolerated nonsense and would never let the male dominated business world scare her. She was still single and not sure if she would ever be married. She lived on the ranch with her younger brother, Wes, who usually helped her to run it while she was out of town on other duties.

  “What’s wrong with that one? Why is it limping?” she shouted at one of the ranch hands as she pointed at one of the cows that seemed to be in pain.

  “I think she was trampled on by the other cattle during the stampede as we were rounding them up. She has a broken leg and probably a number of ribs too,” he replied as he spat out flakes of brown tobacco he had been chewing.

  “Well, put the poor cow down, dammit! Can't you see that the poor creature is in pain,” she said to the ranch hand, who looked at her skeptically from beneath his Stetson.

  “What do we do with the carcass? Should we bury it?” he said as he pulled out his revolver and started inspecting it.

  “I don’t think the beef is bad. You can divide it among yourselves or do whatever the hell you wish with it,” Beverly said as she prompted her horse to gallop away.

  She hated the fact that at times some of these ranch hands acted so dumb. She had to tell them practically everything. That was the reason why she liked it when Wes was around. He had a way of dealing with them without actually getting mad or running crazy like she did. Her only consolation was that she loved ranching. Life on the ranch always seemed to calm her down considerably.

  She wondered how Wes was doing. He had to leave on an urgent trip to New York, where he had to chair a stock meeting of one of the companies that he had recently started. Beverly knew that he might be gone for a couple of weeks but that was fine because she could run her businesses right from the office at the ranch house. The only issue that she had was the fact that Wes had ordered for a “mail-order bride” despite Beverly telling him that it was good to actually meet a woman, get to know her and then decide if she was right for you. With a “mail order bride,” you were ordering a woman you’ve never met with the intent to marry her at some point. What if she was from some bad bloodline!

  Wes had, however, made up his mind and so she would have to wait for the lady to come so that she could welcome her to the ranch house. Beverly thought about her own love life. She was growing older each day and yet she had no interest in relationships at all. There were many suitors who had come to ask her out, but they were all just not interesting enough for her. Beverly didn’t really know what she was looking for in a relationship and so she had decided to just let it come as it came. She wasn’t sure if she had ever met any man that interested her and she was lucky because, unlike most of her friends who had parents pushing them to get married, she had none. Their parents had died when they were still kids in junior school and Beverly and Wes had been raised by their paternal grandparents, which was probably the reason why they were so attached to ranching.

  “Good day, ma'am,” her butler hurried to where she was, seated on the horse, watching the way that the ranch hands were handling the cattle.

  “What is it, Jeffrey?” she turned to look at him.

  “There is a guest at the house who has just arrived for Mr. Cox,” the butler said quickly.

  “Ah, that must be her. Is it a lady?” she replied.

  “Yes, a very pretty young lady, ma'am. I'm not sure I've ever seen her in these parts, and even her accent is slightly different,” the butler said.

  “Okay, why don’t you make her comfortable in the house. Set her up in one of the guest bedrooms. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with some stuff here,” Beverly said without giving it another thought.

  She spent the rest of the morning running around the ranch, supervising various chores while also attending conference calls with the members of some of her other businesses. By the time that she arrived back at the ranch, Beverly was famished. There was an old red Mustang parked in the driveway next to her truck as one of the ranch hands came for her horse. She was hot and sweaty as she entered the house, removing her Stetson and tossing it onto a rack before reaching for her boots.

  That was when she spotted the blonde woman seated on the couch looking at her with sea blue eyes. She had fair skin and looked like she was in her early twenties. She wore a pair of faded jeans, a T-shirt and boots. She started to get up as Beverly, who forgot about her boots, straightened herself.

  “You must be Samantha, right?” Beverly said, smiling at the woman as she walked toward her, reaching out her hand in a greeting.

  “Yes, but you can call me Sam or Sammy. I'm here to meet Wes,” the woman said politely as they shook hands

  “Welcome to our home,” Beverly beamed at the woman. “I'm Beverly, Wes'
s older sister.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma'am,” Sam smiled at her.

  “Where are you from, Sam?” she asked, noting the dark shade on her face, almost as if someone had beaten her, and thinking that she didn’t want a violent person in their home.

  “Denver, Colorado,” Sam replied.

  “Don’t tell me that you drove all the way from there,” Beverly said. “I mean, there’s quite some distance between there and here.”

  “I really had no choice, Beverly, and besides, it isn’t too bad. I love traveling in general, although at times it can be quite tiring,” Sam said as Beverly studied her.

  She wasn’t so bad. As a matter of fact, she was a very pretty woman, one of those with a baby face. Despite the fact that she was wearing jeans, Beverly could tell that she had a very good figure beneath, and also a very good heart.

  “I think that you and I are cut out of the same cloth on that one, I love driving. As a matter of fact, I don’t even let my chauffeur drive me around whenever I'm home,” Beverly smiled. “Did Jeffery show you around?”

  “Jeffery?” she looked confused.

  “I'm sorry, he’s the butler here,” Beverly said quickly.

  “Ah yes, he is a very polite gentleman. He showed me to my room and made me some coffee. I told him I would eat when you arrived,” Samantha said.

  “Okay, well, Wes had to go on some urgent errand to New York and I’m not sure when he will be back, but it’s nice to have you around. As a matter of fact, there are very few women on this ranch and it’s actually nice to have you here. Welcome to the Twain Creek Ranch,” Beverly said to the woman. “I'll just take a quick bath and then we can have our lunch together. Does that sound good?”