by Pinki Parks
It wasn’t easy, but I was able to pinpoint a weakness in their security. It was a blind spot. I was going to use it to get a necessary breather from the claustrophobia I was feeling. The walls felt like they were closing in on me.
“It doesn’t matter what they hear. We try to refrain from making any personal connections with them. Their employment is a revolving door. Very few stay more than a couple of months. I know the demands of this family are sometimes unreasonable. It takes somebody with a thick skin to be able to handle our outbursts.” He was trying to explain his family dynamics.
“I’m doing my best to fit in around here. It isn’t easy.” I was making lemonade with the lemons given to me.
“My mother has expressed interest in you joining us for Sunday brunch tomorrow. I would like the opportunity to show you off to those I consider a friend and enemy at the same time.” I was learning valuable lessons in how to carry myself with manners and sophistication.
They had force-fed me a crash course in what it took to survive in their world.
I was wearing an original sky blue dress and it molded to my body like a second skin. I didn’t know the name of the artist who had crafted such a delicate piece of material into a work of art. I was never much for fashion, but I was finding I could be converted. The shoes on my feet were designer high heels. I don’t follow designers so I don’t know who Jimmy Choo is.
“I suppose it’s time for me to be baptized by fire. I’m a little nervous and understandably so. I thought carrying the flag of my country into battle was nerve-wracking. It doesn’t even compare to the way these people are going to judge me from the moment they meet me.” The crash course in manners entailed what utensil to use for certain dishes presented to me in a social setting.
“I’ve spared no expense in training you to know what to say with a speech tutor. She tells me in confidence you are one of her finest students to date. I’ve been impressed by how you have become a sponge. Who knew my mother could be useful in situations like this?” He was downplaying the role she played in making me the polished apple he was looking for.
“It was her personal experience I have found to be most helpful in my transformation.” They could take me out of the military, but they couldn’t take the military out of me.
“I’m glad to see you’re coming around to my way of thinking. An example of your lessons is necessary to see how you conduct yourself when faced with certain personalities. You need to keep a straight face and wear a fake smile. It shouldn’t be that difficult for somebody with your natural charm.” He was buttering me up and I almost forgot the leverage he had to make my life miserable.
“I can appreciate how hard it is for you to live up to the family obligations. It can’t be easy to be the gatekeeper of all their secrets. I’ve only lived here a short while and already I feel it’s necessary to run headlong into a chopper blade.” He had promised me heaven and instead, I was walking through hell with no vestige of hope on the horizon.
“The only thing you have to do is paint a smile on your lips. Nod politely and laugh at their insipid jokes. You play your part to my satisfaction and I promise you a world of riches beyond your wildest dreams. I’m not an ogre. I do know what position I have placed you in, but I know you can rise above it.” He was the warden and I was his prisoner with him holding onto the key to my freedom.
“I’m sure there’s somebody else you could have made into your image of the perfect trophy wife.” I was doing my best not to be distraught and depressed about my current predicament.
“They don’t have a vested interest in making things work in my favor. I do believe we have come to an understanding. I don’t have to worry about you taking me for half of my stuff, so a prenuptial agreement won’t be necessary. I did mention you can have affairs, but they will have to be personally approved by me.” He was coming up with new rules all the time. It was getting hard to keep them straight.
“I’m getting lost. I might need a scorecard to keep track of all of these changes you have made to the agreement.” Grant produced a book and slapped it into my hands with a resounding crack like thunder in my ears.
“I was going to save this until we were married officially in front of a priest, but there’s no time like the present. You will have to follow the rules I have outlined in that book to the letter. There will be consequences for disobedience.” I didn’t think the punishment was going to come in the form of going to bed without my supper.
“It’s getting late and I’m starting to get a headache. I do believe I’m going to retire early. I will see you at breakfast after I finish my daily workout with the security.” I had used my training to shape the mind of his security personnel into a military mindset.
“I’ve been looking for quite some time for the right woman. It’s been a painstaking effort. It was almost like fate intervened when you told me the secret.” I put my hand on his shoulder to show there were no hard feelings, but I wasn’t sure he was buying my gesture of good faith.
I went up the stairs and bumped into the new maid. She apologized meekly and her voice was like a child not yet out of puberty. I waved away any discomfort with a dismissive motion of my hand. She was the only one who didn’t go out of her way to make me feel welcome.
The blue feather duster went perfectly with the outfit too small for her frame in more than one way. She couldn’t move without almost busting out of the bodice. She was within the jungle of animals hiding under the guise of manners and class. I was prepared to take her underneath my wing, but she had declined any form of friendship.
I freshened up in the bathroom by having a hot shower before bed. I had to resort to medicinal help to sleep through the night. I had gotten the sleeping pills from the chef.
Tossing and turning every night made me ineffectual in the morning. Sleep deprivation caused many different side effects. I couldn’t risk saying something untoward.
I swallowed two of them without having to chase them with water. I got underneath the down comforter and snuggled into the warmth of the red sheets fresh from the dryer. It was a guilty pleasure I had come up with courtesy of my mother growing up.
The staff was a little confused, but they were given strict orders to be at my beck and call. I didn’t want to take advantage of them, but it was the only benefit of being cloistered like a nun behind these four walls. Any physical comfort came from my own hand and it was getting old quickly.
I needed to feel an orgasm courtesy of a man’s hand finding all of my hidden erogenous zones. I was patriotic, but I was also a woman with needs.
My needs in the Navy were never met to my satisfaction. I had to stand head and shoulders above the rest to prove myself as a valuable asset. It meant keeping it in my pants.
I made myself comfortable and waited for the pills to kick in. The room became disjointed after a few minutes. This was my first time trying these pills and I didn’t ask any questions. An interesting note was how it enhanced the fantasy of my perfect man coming to light before my eyes.
I saw him standing in the room and I reached out quickly like a snake after its prey. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down onto the bed with his body pressed up against me. The feel of his hair in my hands felt real. These pills had awakened a powerful hallucination and the feelings brought forth were something I wasn’t going to ignore.
My skin was on fire and it was flushed with a crimson paintbrush across my chest. I had this desperate need to be with the man of my dreams. The ghostly image of his face haunted me in my nightmares, but this was different. I wanted him to make me scream in the throes of unbridled passion.
“I know this is a figment of my imagination, but I don’t care. I’ve always wanted to do this, Dalton. I could easily shrug it off, but I don’t see any reason to deny myself this kind of pleasure.” He tried to say something, but I didn’t want anything to ruin the heat that was building up between my thighs.
I rolled over and
was sitting on top of him. I made him lift his arms so that I could take off the black sweater he was wearing. The scar on his shoulder had me kissing it to make it feel better.
My hands were on the belt of his pants and I heard the snap of the leather when it came undone. I could feel his excitement. This was my chance to see it up close and personal.
I could feel the length of him rubbing up against my naked mound. I slept in the buff and there was nothing separating him from the delectable curves of my body. I took a moment to survey the rippling muscles underneath my touch. Everything seemed to stop like I had stepped back in time. It was interesting to see him at my mercy. I was looking forward to uncovering what was going to make him pant with desire.
Chapter 10
Dalton
It was taking too long and Melanie was dragging her heels in finding my ring. I was tired of listening to the drunken exploits of Jackson. He was quite explicit and had me feeling this ache for something more than my hand. I figured I could leave him for a couple of hours and he wouldn’t even notice. I felt like a piece of me was missing.
I drove to the estate and made sure to hide the motorcycle in the woods where it wouldn’t be seen by an errant trooper driving by. I went the rest of the way on foot and got over the fence by knocking out the electricity for a minute. I didn’t want Melanie to think I didn’t trust her to get the job done. It was better she didn’t know I was coming.
The area was patrolled, but I knew exactly where her bedroom was. It was still early and the possibility of her catching me was slim to none. The window was cracked open. She always did like a bit of a chill in the air to make it necessary to snuggle up underneath a plethora of blankets.
I used the brick façade of the building to climb with my fingers holding on by a wing and a prayer to the side of the building. I barely had my hand on the window sill when I lost grip with my other hand.
I didn’t scream and I calmly reached up before the full weight of my body had me crashing down to the ground below. I hauled myself up and looked around the pitch black of the room.
I was inside the room and was feeling my way along the dresser. I was a little startled by the bundle of blankets moving. I was caught in the act and she was grabbing me by the collar of my sweater. She wasn’t screaming for security. Her words conveyed a willingness to dispel the belief I was actually there in person.
She thought I was some kind of hallucination. She had me pinned underneath her. The warmth of her body was counterproductive to the reason why I was there. A piece of me was waking up to the possibility of being with the one that got away.
She made me lift my arms to take off my sweater and the sensation of her lips touching my scar was sending signals down below. I didn’t want her to stop even though I was supposedly a figment of her imagination.
“Gillian, I want you more than I need to breathe. We can have this one moment together.” I could’ve easily thrown her clear, but I didn’t want to.
It felt like two sides my personality was whispering in my ear. One had a halo and the other had horns and a pitchfork. The one with fire spewing from his lips was making a convincing argument.
“If I couldn’t have you when you were alive then I will settle for this. It feels like I can touch you and feel you tremble with nervous anticipation.” She was running her nails down my chest momentarily making contact with my nipples.
My body responded by thrusting into the air with the heated core of her sex rubbing along the length of me through my pants. The wet and shiny lips were soaking through the material of my pants. There was no mistaking the swell of her breasts and the nape of her neck calling to me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and buried my head in her bosom.
“I have always wanted you, Gillian, but I never knew the right words to tell you.” I made sure to look around the room, but there were no signs of any kind of video recording my visit.
“I begged for you to look at me like you did with the local girls in Guam. I held onto the hope that somehow we would be able to show each other how we felt without words. That hope died when you were washed away in the ocean.” She pushed me back into the cocoon of her sheets and began to scorch my flesh with kisses.
Her nipples were hard as rocks. She followed the trail of her mouth down to where she was holding onto the object of her affection. She was fascinated by the shape of it and stroked it to produce the warm cream at the tip. Each time she moved the flesh up and down made more of the same appear until it was dripping like an ice cream cone.
“I know I’m going to go to hell for doing this, but it feels too damn good to make you stop.” The caress of her lips followed by her tongue was making it impossible to stay still. I had free will, but it didn’t feel that way.
My fingers ran languidly through her hair. She was licking the head and using my own essence to follow with the tip of her tongue down over the inches. We didn’t know each other this way, but it was like we had been lovers for years.
“You have to stop or this is going to be over before you know it.” I was battling the demon of how much I wanted to be with her. My stamina was depleted by the feel of the tongue I had always wanted.
She raised her head from my crotch with her eyes brilliantly shining with hazy indecision. I wanted to grab her by her hair and feed her my arousal.
“This is my fantasy and you won’t cum until I tell you to.” She devoured the evidence of my insatiable appetite for her.
I knew it was best to make a hasty exit, but this was everything I wanted and more. She was under the influence of some kind of medicinal aid. It wasn’t right to take advantage of her deteriorated mental status. It sure the hell felt amazing to have her flicker her tongue on the pronounced vein of my excitement. I knew my hero status was going out of the window.
Grant was in a room on the other side of the estate keeping them separated until the big day.
I was holding on by my fingertips to the headboard above me. I groaned and moaned by how she easily explored my monument of manhood. She was turning up the heat with her head moving in a blur. The sloppy sound of her need for me echoed in my ears. I was in capable hands and was quite surprised by how she was adept at reading my body language.
“I’m about to…I don’t want to…but you leave me little choice.” I was fluttering on the edge of a wonderful sexual abyss. I was trying everything in my power to prevent the inevitable from happening.
“You’re a little too eager. I know a way to slow you down and give you something else to concentrate on.” She frantically pushed the sheets out of the way and turned until she was straddling my head with both knees on either side of my ears.
She didn’t even wait for my response. Her hole descended and smothered me in the warmth of her thighs. My pleasure was secondary. I had a reputation to live up to.
The constant temptation of Melanie flaunting her wares had me lit like a firecracker ready to succumb to the slightest provocation.
“I didn’t think this was going to help, but it does.” I trailed my tongue from her greedy hole to her noticeable clit quite large and ready for my attention.
Our moans of encouragement were muffled by our mouths currently doing something more than talking. We were competing to see who was going to come out on top. Her entire body began to quiver and I could feel how her insides were trying to pull the tongue out of my mouth. I ravaged her pussy with my tongue and my fingers opened her wide enough to see what I was doing.
The orgasm I had produced was making her teeth bite the head of my cock. The pain was superficial and nothing compared to the knife giving me the scar on my shoulder. My hips bucked with a mind of their own and I made her choke on the orgasm wracking her body.
I was close, but her climax had prevented me from going off. I wished that I could show her the toll it was taking on me to keep my excitement from boiling over. I had come up for air, breathing in the scent of her intoxicating aroma. I struggled out from u
nderneath her with my cock emerging from those silky lips.
“I hope this doesn’t make me burst into flames.” I had a firm hold on the muscle stretching from my crotch.
I lifted her until she was on her knees with her upper half lying lifeless. She came alive when I injected her with a beef protein shot. This was a degree of pleasure I had never experienced before.
The winter moonlight guided my way and I watched as I sank into her. She was the one I had measured against all others. The influence she had in my life was stronger than I wanted to admit.
“I can’t believe I’m getting fucked by you. This is one hell of a hallucination. I swear I’ve never had an experience where I can literally feel everything 100 times stronger. The touch of your fingers on my hips is burning in a good way. The feel of you inside me makes me feel like I’m going to explode at any second.” I couldn’t stop staring at how I appeared and disappeared at will.
“I never thought this day would come. Nothing I have ever thought comes close to the actual way you’re making me feel.” I hammered the battering ram of my selfish need into her body with all the air coming out of her lungs with each stroke.
“I want this to never end. I’m almost positive I’m going to wake up covered in a fine sheen of sweat sticking to the sheets. You are all the flavors of the rainbow.” I wasn’t sure she even knew what she was talking about, but her actions spoke louder than words.
The reaction I received every time I bottomed out was an encore applause I had to stifle with my hand over her mouth. The bed was shaking and I had to slow down to make sure the noise didn’t attract someone to look in on her.
It was also a good way to bring the heat building inside me down to a manageable level. I was able to persevere for another 20 minutes of marathon activity. I was surprised by how I was able to stand up tall and proud in all of my glory. I was reminded that any sex was good sex, but I was never going to be able to make that distinction again.
