by Breena Wilde
“Hey,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Why the long faces?”
It seemed that their countenances changed as one, and they spoke together too—all different things so I couldn’t understand what any of them were saying.
Finally Austin took Emma from my mom’s arms and brought her over to me. “Hey, baby girl,” I whispered. She smiled and reached out for me. “Can I hold her?”
“In a minute. The doctor needs to check and make sure you’re—” his voice broke. He coughed and continued, “Everything is okay.”
“Okay,” I said.
The doctor came in and ran her tests. When she was finished we all looked at her expectantly. She smiled. “Good news.” At those two words I felt the room sigh with collective relief. She smiled bigger. “Willow isn’t completely out of the woods, so to speak. I believe I got all the cancer and it looks like her motor functions are working properly. So…”
Austin, my mom and my sister’s clapped. Even Emma clapped.
The doctor continued, “She’ll need a round of chemotherapy, just to make sure it’s all gone. She’ll also need a lot of physical therapy.” She cleared her throat. “We did almost lose her.”
I remembered the bright light, the lady with white hair. I knew the doctor was talking about that moment and my heart started to beat rapidly.
The machines I was hooked up to reacted with beeping noises.
“You all right?” the doctor asked, checking my pulse.
I nodded. “Yes, just glad to be here.”
“Good.” She turned to my family. “She needs rest—a lot of rest. It’s going to be up to each of you to make sure she gets it. Understand?”
They all agreed.
“Excellent.” She walked to the door. “I’ll be back later to check on you.”
“Thank you, doctor,” I said, wiping at my tears. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done. It means a lot.”
“You’re very welcome.”
When she was gone, my mom and sisters kissed and hugged me and left too. Emma and Austin stayed behind.
Austin sat on the bed and laid Emma on my chest.
I stared into his handsome face. Admired his thick dark hair. I thought of his cowboy hat, the one he wore every day when we spent our summer together. “Whatever happened to that ratty old cowboy your hat? The one you always wore when we first met.”
Austin looked surprised and a little uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“What?” I tried to shrug, but it hurt too much.
Austin stood. “Laura gave me that hat while we were dating.” He smiled remembering. “She said I was sexy in it.”
“She was right,” I said softly, understanding his discomfort.
“When I left you that day, after our summer together, I knew I needed to figure out my feelings for you and that meant the hat had to go.” He glanced out the window.
“You threw it away?” I asked, horrified.
“No.” He faced me, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “The hat is one of the two things that I kept to remind me of her.”
“Well I’m glad to know you still have it.” And I meant it. He’d been through so much.
Austin came and kneeled beside me. Emma cooed. It was obvious she was just as smitten with him as I was.
“You’re okay,” he said, caressing my head.
“Yes.” I leaned into his hand.
“You realize what this means, don’t you?”
“No, what?” I asked, allowing myself to smile. I hoped it meant Emma, him and I would be together for a very long time.
“You’re stuck with me. You’re going to have to grow old with me.”
“I like the sound of that.” I took Emma’s tiny hand between my fingers.
Austin leaned down and kissed me lightly on the mouth. “I love you, Willow Merrick.”
“I love you, too.” The End
Haunted Halloween
Halloween Party…
The party is exactly as I thought it would be. It’s filled with hundreds of uptight people doing all the things they can’t do unless they’re hiding behind a mask. And a gallon of free alcohol. It’s a Halloween masquerade. Everyone is required to wear a mask and dress in costume.
I wouldn’t be here except the bosses consider attending mandatory.
Last year one of the receptionists didn’t attend because her mother had a heart attack. Understandably, the woman chose to be with her mother. By Christmas she was no longer with the law firm of Evander and Lynch.
The firm and the party happening around me is a disgusting cesspool of bloodsucking lawyers, zombie paralegals, and ghoulish receptionists.
The main lobby, normally cold and bare, has been transformed into a twinkling, beautifully scary ballroom. A disco ball even twirls from the twenty foot ceiling. Every nook and cranny is covered in black garland festooned with bats, spiders, and skeleton faces. Wrought iron trees are placed throughout the edges of the room and have ghosts and owls and other creepy things in them. On the far wall a DJ is set up, playing the latest club mixes. To the right, under the giant circular stairs, is a bar. Waiters dressed as Chippendale dancers and Playboy bunnies carry trays full of champagne and “toxic” shots.
I snatch a shot from one of them, throw it back, and swallow, then set the tube back on the waiter’s tray.
He smiles with his mouth as his eyes take in my outrageous albeit sexy Marie Antoinette costume. “Having fun?”
It doesn’t go unnoticed that the waiter is totally sexy. His black pants sit low on his hips. His naked abs are well defined, as are his pecs and arms. His eyes are covered in a black mask that matches the color of his hair. They are green and seem to undress me hungrily.
I pretend I think he’s disgusting even as a jolt of longing shoots down to that lonely place between my thighs. “Of course,” I respond, huffy. I get that I look good; I’d better for all the money I paid for the costume. It’s black and light pink, made of lace and satin and more lace. There’s a corset that shoelaces up the front and the black skirt barely covers my ass. I’ve piled my long blond hair high on top of my head and clipped a small bird amongst the bobby pins and the curls. I overdid my makeup with thick shadow, false lashes and bright red lipstick, then I powdered my face, neck, and arms in white powder. I have long legs and I’m wearing black thigh highs with light pink bows around the top. On my feet are black and pink ankle boots. It’s a slutty outfit, but perfect for this party. I fit right in with the whorish vampires, scandalously demure schoolgirls, and naughty, naughty teachers.
“Find me later. There’s so much I want to do to your body.” He winks.
I laugh. What an arrogant fuck. “What makes you think I’d let you anywhere near me?” I ask and walk away. Even over the music I hear his low, deep laugh and a sexy voice whisper, “Trust me. I can make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
I turn back, but the man is gone. “Weird,” I say aloud, knowing no one can hear.
These people aren’t my friends. I’ve been a lawyer with the firm two years. All of the faces are familiar. I’ve spoken to almost everyone at least once, but I don’t know them. We don’t have lunch or drinks or spend time together outside of work. They are colleagues and nothing more.
Of course Charles Lynch made it a point to try and change that within a week of my first day on the job, and I let him make his moves. I thought it would be fun to fuck a partner and figured, if he showed me attention, he must think I was good at my job. Turned out he wanted into my panties and nothing more. But instead of running away like I’d heard other girls had done, I stuck it out and made sure I won all of my cases. I’ve never met the first half of Evander and Lynch. Mr. Evander is like a fantastical myth. Gossip around the firm confirms no one has seen him, except probably Mr. Lynch, but even he doesn’t say anything about him.
Now I’m up for partner. The youngest and brightest, that’s what they call me.
They can all go fuck
themselves, I think, swiping another toxic shot from a random tray and drinking it.
Another waitress walks by with an entire bottle of champagne and I swipe it.
“Hey, that’s for Mr. Evander.”
At his name, I pause. “You’ve seen him?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
I shrug. “Get him another one.” I quickly push my way through the crowd, up through the throngs of people on the stairs, and into my office. The pink satin mask covering my eyes makes it so the girl won’t be able to tell them who I am anyway.
I shut the door and lock out the noise, then rest my head against the smooth wood.
“I wondered how long it would take you to come up here.”
I freeze. The voice is familiar. It’s the same one that was inside my head a moment ago. “How’d you get in here? The door was locked,” I say nervously. It’s dark. Even if I were to turn around I wouldn’t be able to see him, so I put my hand on the handle and move to open it.
“Don’t leave.” The words seem to reach across the room and caress every inch of my body. Every place the sound touches makes my skin tingle. And I’m powerless. It no longer matters whether or not my brain wants to leave because my body has taken control. Every cell, every tiny strand of DNA wants to stay.
“Okay,” I say, swallowing down nervous excitement.
As soon as the word leaves my mouth the air in the room changes. It’s charged with an electric thrum. I don’t hear him walk up behind me, but I suddenly feel him there. His soft lips kiss the sensitive skin at the base of my neck.
“Turn around. Let me see you, Amanda.”
I gasp at the sound of my name on his lips. “How?” I ask, shivering.
He places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to him. I have to look up to see his eyes. Even in the darkness, they seem to glimmer and shine. “I know a great deal about you.”
I feel like I should be scared shitless. The guy’s a total stalker and I know I should run.
My brain commands my feet to do just that, but they don’t obey. They can’t. He doesn’t need ropes or chains to hold me prisoner. His eyes are all it takes.
The lamp on my desk flicks on, filling the dark room with an eerie glow.
I glance uneasily from his face to the light and back again. “How’d you do that?”
He smiles, a wispy ghost-like smile, and takes my hand in his. My steps are choppy and abrupt, but I follow him willingly. When he’s standing in front of the desk he stops and turns back.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll think you’ve died and gone to Heaven…” He pauses and smirks. “Or Hell, whichever place you find most appealing.”
A shot of hot lust shoots into my pussy. I want to be fucked that way. “You think you can give me an orgasm?” I say the words like the soft brush of the wind.
“I’ll make sure you have several.”
“Are—are we going to do it here?”
He takes the bottle from my hand and sets it on the desk. I’d forgotten I was holding it. “Yes, Amanda.” He says the words with such force as his fingers trail a blazing fire across my collarbones.
“What’s your name?” I eke out.
He smiles and lifts me onto the edge of my desk. “I’ve been called many things. What name would make you most comfortable?” His fingers work to loosen the corset cinched tight in the front. When it’s loose enough for his liking, he moves my elastic top down under my breasts. I’m wearing a white bra. He unhooks it and helps me take it off so that my breasts are exposed.
My nipples immediately tighten and perk up as though they’re begging him to touch them. He complies, taking them deftly between his thumbs and fingers.
“Call me Michael.” He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, kissing and suckling. His tongue swirls and his teeth gently tug. I moan and find myself putting my hands in his hair. It’s thick and soft. I grab fistfuls and pull.
Michael trails kisses from one breast to the other and suckles and tugs until it feels like I’m going to come. He pauses and smiles, showing all of his perfectly white teeth. “Does that feel good, Amanda?”
I’m too numb with lust to answer, so I nod.
He wraps a hand around my neck and gently pushes me onto the desk. There are papers, files, and possibly a stapler under me, but I don’t care. All I can think about is what he’s going to do next. My body is giddy with anticipation. I lick my lips. “You’re good at this,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“I’m just getting started.” Michael lifts my dress and pushes aside my lacy white thong. “Luscious.” He bends down and kisses the skin just above my clit. I tighten, feeling my thighs push into his head.
Michael chuckles. “Relax.” He lightly presses my knees outward, making me open up for him.
I comply and let my legs fall open. Michael rewards me by licking my slit and pushing a finger inside my pussy. He suckles my clit as his finger moves in and out.
“You feel so good, Amanda. So fucking good.”
I moan a response, rocking my hips into his delicious finger and mouth, feeling a surge of desire and tightening and… “Fuck!” I shout as I’m overcome by an orgasm.
Michael slows his finger and kisses the inside of both my thighs. “That’s one,” he says, standing.
My eyes find his. “Are you keeping score?” I ask. Embers of desire consume me. I want to taste myself on his lips.
“Absolutely.” He unzips his pants. I sit up, suddenly anxious. He huge cock is hard and springs from his pants. “Ready for the next one?”
I’m a little nervous, afraid I won’t be able to take him in. He’s so fucking huge. It seems impossible he can be so big. “I—yes,” is all I can get out.
“Lie back.” His hand circles my neck.
I comply.
Michael moves between my thighs. I have a fleeting thought… No condom? But just as quickly think, fuck it. He presses slowly inside. He seems to sense my hesitation. His thumb massages my clit as he goes in deeper. My pussy stretches to accommodate him. I feel so full and I let out a moan. He pushes further inside.
“Your pussy is so tight, Amanda. So delicious and wet. I could spend forever inside you.” He grabs my hips and pushes me further onto him. Then out. He rocks into me. And out. Slowly at first so that I feel the full length and thickness of him with each movement. I touch his abs. They’re like bricks stacked one on top of the other.
Michael’s movements speed up and the tension in my lower belly builds stronger and stronger. With each thrust, my orgasm gets closer. He leans over and takes my breasts into his mouth. I feel his hot breath on my skin, his tongue and teeth on my nipples, and his cock is pressing in faster and faster.
My orgasm surprises me again.
He slows. “That’s two,” he whispers against my neck.
“What about you?” I ask. I learned at a young age men need to feel taken care of.
“No, Amanda. Taking care of you turns me on.” He stays inside me and pulls me up. I slide further onto him.
“God, you feel good inside me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, my thighs around his hips, and lean in. He smells of earth and air and night.
Michael moves to the contemporary leather chair used for clients and sits. He’s so deep inside I feel like we’re one. Slowly I begin to rock back and forth on him, moaning and mewling with pleasure. His breath comes faster.
I feel another orgasm beginning to burn. “Michael,” I whisper.
His lips kiss the bone of my shoulder, along the top and to my neck. He grabs hold of my shoulders and suddenly sinks in his teeth. I cry out in shock and surprise.
There’s a pull, sweet and seductive from inside me, and I’m suddenly in a lustful frenzy. I rock my pussy back and forth on his cock.
Michael caresses my shoulders, my back, my waist and my ass, even going into territory I’ve never let anyone go. A finger gently strokes the skin between my cheeks. A third orgasm is building, even as I wonde
r if he’s going to kill me. I can’t help the, I’m feeling that if I do die, this is the way to go… getting fucked and fucking.
My orgasm racks through my body and I feel him come soon after. He pulls his teeth from my neck, licks the place where he bit me, and then looks at me.
“It’s official. You’re now a member of the firm.”
I’m so tired, so content that the words really don’t register.
“Are you a vampire?” I ask, and giggle at the words I’ve just uttered. They’re make-believe creatures. I know that, but he did just bite me and it felt like he drank my blood. I had to think that if he were a vampire I’d probably be dead.
He kisses the side of my mouth. “What I am doesn’t matter.”
My eyes are so heavy. It’s impossible to keep them open. But somewhere in the back of my mind I seem to remember Mr. Evander’s first name is Michael.
“You’re him,” I say.
He presses his cheek against mine. “I’m yours.”
The End
The Blue Room
Zane
When I enter my Blue Room of pain my cock immediately gets hard as a fucking rock. Cadence, the woman I’ve paid Fileze to fuck in any way I see fit is gorgeous. Probably no more than nineteen or twenty. Her long, dark chocolate hair is slightly tangled and her eyes are locked on the door behind me.
I know why.
She’s seen the collar, cuffs and chains attached to the four-poster bed. She’s seen the rows of toys sitting on the table. This room is meant for pain. Pleasure too. If she does as she’s told.
And I hope she does. God, I want her! My fingers in her pussy, my cock in her ass. I want every part of her.
As she tries to pass me I grab her wrists, pulling her to a stop. She tries to wrench free. I’m surprised at how good she smells. Like newly bloomed lilacs. The scent isn’t over the top, but subtle and I want to bury my face in her neck, between her breasts.
I give her a once over and am taken by her outfit. So not whore wear. Instead she’s got on a pretty sundress and flip-flops. If I didn’t know she was a prostitute I never would’ve guessed. Most women in her profession have a look about them. A feel. They are hardened, burdened by the life they lead. I don’t detect an ounce of that from the girl in front of me.
