It took me a while to get my key to work in the door lock. I think I even laughed when I dropped my keychain. I went straight upstairs to bed and was pleasantly surprised to find Kate sleeping beneath the sheets. She was alone, that made me smile.
“Are you awake?” I whispered into her ear.
She turned over on to her side to face me and sleepily replied, “Yes, baby, I’m glad you’re home.”
“Did you go out with your friends tonight?”
“No. I decided to stay in and wait for you to come home safely,” she mumbled. “What time is it?”
“Late.”
I felt a twinge of butterflies in my stomach. I used to get that feeling when we first began to date. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed, lying next to her I put my arm over her waist. She turned her head to face me and kissed me softly.
“I meant what I said last night. I do love you, Paige.”
I wanted to love her. I wanted to give her everything that I had, once. But losing her trust was a huge obstacle to overcome. We’d made love on several occasions since her infidelity, and I can’t deny that I don’t feel something special for her. But it was like fighting with an invisible wall that I found impossible to break down.
She kissed me again, this time I responded.
Her body was warm, soft and silken. She was wearing a white satin camisole and I quickly removed the straps from her shoulders, gliding them down her arms as she arched her body for me. I slipped the garment down, revealing her breasts, kissing them as I rolled over on top of her. Her nightwear was crumpled up over her midriff and as my lips passed over the material, I came to realize that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I parted her legs, kissing her inner thighs and tasting her salty skin. She groaned and became submissive.
“Take me, baby,” she whispered.
I lapped my tongue over her clit, circling around it, teasing playfully. Her hands found their way to the top of my head, pressing firmly down on me, coaxing me to devour her fluids and feed her bodily desire. Her legs twitched, her stomach swelled as she inhaled and exhaled each sharp intake of breath and her shoulders pushed densely into the mattress. Her fingers began to drive through the strands of my hair, gripping and tugging, longing for me to fuck her.
“We are ok, aren’t we?” I whispered back.
Her body relaxed, her hands left my hair and she let out a long sigh. Her sudden change of mood distracted me. She wriggled free from my hold and got up onto her knees.
“Come here,” she said. Her smile was inviting. She brushed her hair away from her face, revealing flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.
I got up onto my knees, my face level with hers. She took my hand and placed it between her legs. Her cunt was wet from my foreplay. I began to stroke her clit. Her body was rigid, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her head back. Her breathing became heavy and her skin started to perspire. I kissed her neck hard causing her to break her concentration. She kissed me, her tongue filled my mouth, I responded, plying my tongue inside her mouth.
I massaged her clit harder and faster, the muscles in my arm pumped from the vigorous exercise. Our mouths were interlocked, neither one of us could catch our breath. Kate’s body had now broken a sweat and I could feel her starting to shake. She threw her arms around my neck, holding me tightly to her.
“I’m going to…I’m going to…I’m cumming…” she cried out. Her body jolted several times before she was able to relax.
“That makes us ok,” she said, followed by a smile.
We both collapsed onto the sheets with me landing on top of her. I rested my head between her breasts and stroked the inside of her arm. I found myself beginning to feel for her again.
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A few days later I went to visit Iris at the hospital again. I sat in a wooden seat next to her and we both stared out of the window together, watching the song sparrows and humming birds flit by. I had my arm rested on the arm of my chair as we both maintained a relaxed mood. She reached over and held my hand. I looked at her and smiled. She looked back at me. She opened her mouth and tried to speak.
The words, thank you, formed but in a mumbled manner.
After undergoing intense questioning, James Speight had admitted kidnapping Iris when she was 3 years old. He’d been stalking her and her mother for several weeks, watching every move that her mother made. He seized his opportunity when the mother left her alone briefly outside a store whilst she went inside. The small child couldn’t speak yet and it was to his advantage that she never did. He kept her locked up in the basement for years and because his mother was old and almost deaf he had no fear that the girl would be discovered.
When she got older, he found her to be rebellious, so he found it necessary to torture her to keep her in line. By the time she had reached puberty and grew breasts, he found himself attracted to her sexually. She fought him off as much as she could, but he found that to be an exciting challenge, making it easier to torture her. Tying her up outside after his mother died seemed to be the best way for him to keep her. She began to act like the wildlife, howling and sniffing as if she could define each outdoor scent. He’d actually been driving down to Bakersfield and staying there over night in the weeks leading up to her discovery. He’d been conditioning Jenifer.
I’d hired a detective to track down Iris’s mother by doing a DNA test. It could take some time before we’re able to re-unite them. There had been at least 16 years of Iris’s life spent in captivity. We could only hope that her family were still living in the area. Given the fact that Speight had kept Iris’s original clothing, the chances of finding these people were a lot higher. It would just be a matter of time.
Speight is awaiting his trial. Odds are, he’ll never leave jail once he’s convicted.
I’m coming around to the idea of forgiving Kate. Admitting my involvement in our relationship breakdown made me realize that she only strayed because she was hurting.
I’m taking each day as it comes with her…
To be continued
Next in the Paige Bleu Series
Case 503
Look out for the release date, coming in June.
Author Bio
I have many books published, all written under the lesbian genre. I love to write in different time era’s, from early 1800’s through to modern day stories and I also induce factual events such as, The Great Frost of 1709 and Jack the Ripper. I have also made each story line unique with their plotlines by using occasions from my own personal experiences.
Some of my work is romantic and erotic with light sensual sex scenes, whereas others are featured with stronger explicit sex scenes and even strong language to intensify the drama. I prefer to give my readers a wider selection of choice; we are all different in what we like to read.
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Published Books
The Dark Cully’s Mistress
Lesbian in Question
Pink Crush
Loving the Pink Kiss
Pink Seduction
Vampire Changeling
Erotic Spirits
She’s on the Ball
The Submissive Scullery Maid
Sex, Ropes and Chains
Sex, Power and Intimacy
Sex, Bondage and Branding
The Sex Pit
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