“He said he was here to collect money that I owed him. He reckons that the money my dad left me was from a job he and my dad were involved in.”
“A job?”
“A burglary.”
“Do you know if that’s true?”
Kirsty shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. The money came through the solicitors so it seemed legit. But I have no idea how my dad got hold of that sort of money. He wasn’t a rich man the last time I saw him. Thing is, if it was Jack Catch’s money, I can’t see why it took him all this time to track it down. It’s been ten months since Dad died.” She paused and looked at Brent’s worried expression. “It’s a problem if the money I bought into Corbin’s Bend with is from stolen goods isn’t it?”
“In short, yes it is. We’re on thin ice as it is with this community. An awful lot of people don’t like the idea of the community we’re trying to run here. And what with one thing or another over the last year, we’ve made ourselves a few enemies who would like nothing more than to see this place closed down. If it turns out that part of the finance sunk into Corbin’s Bend is from the proceeds of crime, well that leaves us open to charges of money laundering.”
Kirsty chewed the skin around her finger nails. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where the money in my dad’s account came from, to be honest.”
“You didn’t try to find out at the time?”
“No. I didn’t talk to my dad for the last five years of his life. I didn’t want to find out what he had been up to and resurrect old ghosts.”
“Do you mind if I look into it?”
“You can do that?”
“Probably. I have a few friends on the force. I know some people. Someone needs to take a look.”
“Thank you, Brent. I’d really appreciate it.”
The next day was fraught with anxiety for Kirsty.
Logan offered to stay home with her, but she was determined to do her job as usual and told him to go to work too.
Once she got to the salon though, she was too anxious to concentrate on her work properly. Her first customer was Kelli, her mentor. When Kelli saw the state that Kirsty was in, she got up from the salon chair and made Kirsty sit down instead. “You wait there,” Kelli told her. “I’ll get you a cup of tea.”
Kirsty tried to keep it together and failed. She burst into tears.
Lorelei, Gail, and the other customers gathered around Kirsty. “Hey, honey,” said Gail. “What’s up?”
“I may have to leave Corbin’s Bend,” she sobbed. “The money I used for my house might not have been mine to spend.” She told them about the consequences of Jack Catch’s visit the day before and how Brent Carmichael was going to look into where her dad’s money had come from. “I’m just worried if it does turn out to be dodgy that I’m going to have to give it all back. That means I won’t have my home here anymore.”
The women did their best to reassure her. “I’m sure it will be fine,” said Lorelei. “Brent Carmichael will find out what the deal is. He knows everybody, that man.”
Kirsty sniffed back the tears. “That’s the problem. I’m just dreading what he’s going to find out.”
Kirsty was nervously sitting on the sofa with Logan when Brent Carmichael rang her doorbell later that evening. Logan hadn’t really said much about the situation other than reassuring her that they would work out what to do once they had more information from Brent.
“That was quick,” Kirsty said as she opened the door to Brent. “Have you found anything out?”
“Yup. And there’s good news. At least in terms of the legality of the money.”
Brent and Kirsty walked back into the living room. Brent sat in the armchair and Kirsty sat on the sofa next to Logan who held her hand.
“Turns out your dad won the lottery, Kirsty,” said Brent. “At the end of November last year. His numbers came up. He won the jackpot.”
“Oh.” Kirsty was rendered temporarily speechless by the news. “I didn’t expect that. Dad won the lottery, huh? That was probably the first bit of good luck he ever had in his life.”
“Well it wasn’t that lucky for him really,” said Brent. “I’m guessing you knew that your dad had a drinking problem?”
“He liked a drink, yeah.”
“Well it looks like celebrating his win was what killed him in the end. A couple of days of non-stop celebrating and his already damaged liver couldn’t take it anymore. It triggered a fatal heart attack. I’m sorry, Kirsty.”
“Thanks, Brent. Things weren’t easy between me and my dad, you know. It mightn’t have done him much good, but at least he had some good luck in the end. And it’s the best news you could have possibly delivered as far as I’m concerned,” said Kirsty. “I won’t have to leave Corbin’s Bend after all.”
Brent Carmichael smiled. “Even if we did have to buy your place back off you, I don’t think there was any chance of you having to leave us.”
“Of course there wouldn’t be,” said Logan. “You could come and live at my house.”
“And if you didn’t want to take Logan up on his offer, well you could take your pick of other residents willing to offer their spare bedrooms. Honestly my phone hasn’t stopped ringing today. I’ve had Kelli and Lelo, Lorelei, and Gail all offering to have you stay at theirs. Jonathon has been on my case all morning, checking that we wouldn’t hold you responsible if the money did turn out to be stolen. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have had to sell your place anyway. Charles Robinson was all for finding a way of having the Corbin’s Bend Housing Association buy your place and then rent it back to you.”
Kirsty was astounded. “Charles Robinson said that?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think Charles even liked me,” said Kirsty, wincing as she thought back to her public discipline session and Charles implacable face as he disallowed one of Logan’s swats.
“Charles is very fond of you,” said Brent. “We all are. You had a rough start here, but you’ve really made it your home now. You’re one of us. We weren’t about to lose you without a fight.”
“Thank you!” said Kirsty. “But I don’t need to worry about that anymore? I can keep my house?”
“Absolutely.”
“So what about Jack Catch? The money’s nothing to do with him?”
“No. He really did have business in Denver though. I checked with the local police force there. They’d been keeping an eye on him and the guys he’s been meeting with. He’s had some dealings with a well-known criminal gang in Denver. I’m guessing that since he knew that you were here, he thought he’d try his luck. We’ll be keeping an eye out for him in case he comes back.”
“I think you scared him off last time. A guy like Jack isn’t used to dealing with people who will stand up to him. He’s used to dealing with people like my dad who would do anything he said. Coming face-to-face with the Alpha males of Corbin’s Bend put wind up him, I reckon.”
“Let’s hope so. I have to tell you, Kirsty, I am so glad we don’t have a problem. You’ve had enough drama.”
“Brent, thank you. You know, I am going to have to hug you now.” She shot an apologetic look at her boyfriend. “Sorry, Logan.”
“Hey,” Logan shot her a look with his lopsided smile and held his hands up in surrender, “I totally understand. In fact, with news like that. I think I may have to hug Brent myself.”
Kirsty flung herself at Brent who accepted her hug with good grace.
“I don’t know what Char’s going to make of my having women flinging themselves at me,” joked Brent.
“Well, you should probably stop being such a hero to damsels in distress then,” said Kirsty, breaking away from Brent and allowing herself to be wrapped in Logan’s arms. “Thank you for looking into that, Brent. I know I should have tried to find out myself…”
“That’s okay,” Brent said. “I understand that you have old ghosts to deal with.”
After Brent left, Kirsty hugged Logan tightly. “I can’t tell
you what a load that is off my mind,” she said.
“Hmm,” said Logan, pulling away slightly. “Did you honestly think that if you’d had to sell your house, you would have to leave Corbin’s Bend?”
“Well, I was thinking of the worst case scenario, obviously.”
“You must have known you would be welcome to come and live with me.”
“Thank you, Logan. It means a lot to me,” said Kirsty.
“Well I can’t say I’m impressed by your lack of faith in me,” said Logan, the stern edge to his voice returning.
“Am I in trouble then? For thinking I might have to leave?”
“No, not this time.” Logan stroked her arm almost absentmindedly. “I think this is an evening for celebration not punishment, don’t you?”
“Mm. I like the sound of that. Did you have anything particular in mind?”
Logan spun her round and bent her suddenly over the hall table. Kirsty gave a little squeak of surprise as she found herself face down over the table with no preamble. He flipped her skirt up above her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles.
“Legs apart,” he said briskly. Kirsty complied.
Logan slipped his finger between her legs feeling the dampness of her pussy. “Good girl,” he said. “But you know what? I think I really don’t give this part of you the attention it deserves. He moved his finger to her puckered asshole and began to push his forefinger against her tight opening. “You ever been fucked in the ass, Kirsty?”
Kirsty gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of his finger against her anus. She could feel her pussy dampening still further at the thought. “No, sir,” she whispered.
“Well you’re going to be tonight,” he said.
“I don’t get asked if I want to?” Kirsty pouted.
Logan responded by slapping her ass cheeks hard several times. “No, you don’t,” he said.
“Do I get the chance to say ‘no’?” she asked.
“You can say ‘no’ if you want to. I won’t take any notice though. I’m not changing my plans for ‘no’. You’ve got a safe word. If you really don’t want me to take your anal virginity and ride your little hole hard, then I suggest you use it. Are you going to use your safe word, little girl?”
“No,” Kirsty whispered. His finger was still caressing her asshole and she knew she didn’t want him to stop. She had just been testing him.
“Stay in that position. Don’t move a muscle. I’m just going to the bedroom to get some lube. If I find you’ve changed position while I’ve been gone, then I am going to strap that pretty ass of yours with my belt.” Kirsty whimpered a little. She could feel herself growing even more wet with Logan’s words. He must have noticed too. He gave a low chuckle. “Actually, I might whip your ass with my belt anyway. I think I’ll put half a dozen red stripes across your backside. We’ll call it a good girl whipping.”
Logan walked into the bedroom to get the lube. Kirsty remained bent over the table. She felt slightly ludicrous bent over the long, thin console table, her knickers round her ankles. She didn’t want to move though. Logan wanted to dominate her this evening and she wanted to obey. She liked that he wasn’t giving her any choice about anal. The idea that he considered her ass already his caused a shiver of excitement to run through her.
“You cold there?” asked Logan as he walked back into the sitting room. God, she looked amazing bent over like that. He could never get enough of that ass. “Let’s see if I can warm you up.” Without warning, he laid a volley of hard swats across Kirsty’s backside. She moaned. “Yes,” she cried.
“Do you want to feel my belt, Kirsty?” asked Logan.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sir.”
“Well since you’ve been such a good girl, I think I ought to give you what you want,” said Logan, pulling his belt through the belt loops of his jeans and folding it in half. He slapped his belt against his left palm lightly a couple of times, gauging the weight and then pulled his arm all the way back and brought the belt down swiftly on her left butt cheek.
Kirsty cried out in surprise and pain, but she didn’t move from her position. In fact, she raised her butt up higher already anticipating the next swat. All right, girl. You asked for it, thought Logan bringing the belt down five more times on her naked rear leaving a beautiful crisscross of red lines across her cream-colored cheeks.
“Okay, that’s enough warm-up,” he said, squeezing the tube of lube so that it pooled against her anus. “Time to get these games started for real.”
“Have you ever done this before?” asked Kirsty.
“What, anal?”
Kirsty nodded as well as she could with her head against the desk.
“Nope,” he replied. “I’m an anal virgin just like you. Let’s figure this out together, shall we? Find out what there is about taking a girl in this particular hole that gets everybody so excited.”
He’d read enough about the subject to know not to damage her. He planned to go relatively gentle on her the first time. The last thing he wanted to do was put her off wanting to try this again.
He shucked off his pants and pulled a condom over his erect penis. He was so stiff right now; the thought of taking Kirsty in her tight little ass was making him harder than ever.
He lubricated her well, pushing his finger into her hole as he did. He wanted her to get used to the feeling of his finger there before he put anything else inside of her. After a few minutes, he pushed his cock slowly into her. “Tell me if this hurts too much,” he said as he entered her.
Kirsty winced slightly and breathed out steadily as though managing her pain. “It’s fine. It’s sore, but it’s an okay soreness. Anyway, I thought you weren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“Hey, I didn’t say I was going to stop necessarily. But I want to make this comfortable for you.”
“You thought whipping my arse first would make me more comfortable?”
He laughed and slapped her butt. “Stop sassing. I currently have my dick in your butt. I want you to concentrate on that.” He pulled out slightly and re-entered her as he spoke, keeping his movements slow and gentle.
“Ohhhhhh,” breathed Kirsty.
“That okay for you?” he asked, continuing his slow, steady strokes.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” He gripped her hips and pumped into her. It felt so good taking her there. He couldn’t think of anything else except the wonderful sensation of Kirsty’s puckered little hole around his rigid cock. Kirsty certainly sounded like she was having a good time, judging by the little gasps and moans she was emitting. When he knew he was about to come, he gripped her hips tighter and ejaculated into her ass, groaning in pleasure as he did so. He pulled out and removed the condom and then swatted Kirsty lightly on her rear. She yelped.
“I’m just going to get rid of the condom,” he said. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
“Am I allowed to move yet?” asked Kirsty.
“If you want,” Logan shouted over his shoulder.
He washed up quickly and came back into the living room with a washcloth for Kirsty. She was still bent over the table. “Didn’t feel like moving then?”
“Nah, I’m feeling quite chilled out. Plus there’s so much lube on me, I don’t want to drip it all over the carpet.”
Logan laughed. “You didn’t want to mess up the carpet? Well, you’ve certainly become house-proud in the last month,” he said. “Hold still. I’ll wash the lube off. He applied the wash cloth to her backside, washing her gently around her asshole and the crease between her buttocks. “You didn’t come, did you?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “But it was nice. I enjoyed it. I think we should experiment a bit more.”
“I’m down with that,” he chuckled. “In fact, I think I haven’t been making use of your pretty little asshole nearly enough. Maybe we need to buy ourselves some butt plugs. See how you feel with a plug up there.”
“Um…” Kirsty hesitated and Logan w
orried that she was going to veto the butt plug idea before they’d had a chance to try it. He didn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want to do though. He’d pushed her with this, but only because he knew from her body language that the idea turned her on. Kirsty continued, “Have you heard of figging?” And Logan let out a huge sigh of relief. His adventurous girl wasn’t going to limit their fun at all. She was coming up with suggestions of her own.
“Yeah. You want to try that? Do I need to go shopping for some fresh ginger root?”
“I’m… curious. You know, to try it,” said Kirsty. “And Colleen Shaugnessy’s sells ginger root at her mini-mart, you know.”
“I do know. And it’s going straight to the top of my shopping list, I promise you. Now back to the business in hand,” he said with mock seriousness.
“What business?”
“The business of bringing you to orgasm, of course. We’re not done here until I hear you screaming in ecstasy.” He pulled her up from the table and over to the couch. She kicked off her panties which were tangled around her ankles. “Sit down. Knees apart,” he said. She complied happily and he sank down to his knees between her legs and brought his mouth to her glistening pussy. He lapped at her clitoris with his tongue until she wriggled in pleasure, then he used his lips and tongue all over her intimate areas responding to her moans of delight until he could feel her stiffening, the walls of her vagina clenching as he ran his tongue over her. She grabbed hold of his hair with her hands and yelled out in pleasure as she climaxed. That was a sound that he would never get tired of hearing.
After she was completely satisfied, they cuddled half-naked on the couch, both warm and sweaty from their exertions. Jinx joined them on the couch, thoroughly enjoying the ear tickles and belly rubs he was getting from his two very happy humans.
Kirsty clasped the dish of trifle she had made with both hands determined not to drop it on the way over to Kelli and Lelo Stevens’ house. The layers of cake, fruit, custard and cream were perfectly positioned and she didn’t want to jog them about too much on the walk over.
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