“House arrest?” Alex Dibbell complained.
“Yes, Mr. Dibbell. House arrest until trial. I expect you understand what that means? Or would you prefer me to rescind that?”
“No, thank you, your honor. I think that’s a very fair judgment.”
“Very well then”, Alicia said. “As soon as bail is paid, Gracey can go back home. I trust with his wealth of experience, Detective Foster can organize the requirements of the house arrest.”
“Yes, of course, thank you your honor.” Foster said.
Gracey didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. House arrest, sounded like something from a film. She had no idea what it would mean in practice.
Alicia banged her gavel on the wooden slate. “All rise”, she said.
Esmeralda’s hand fell off Leighton’s leg as he quickly stood up. House arrest sounded like the worst outcome in the world to her. That was like a sex slave Leighton would have whenever he wanted. Leighton wasn’t thinking that far ahead though, all he wanted to do was get to Gracey, take her home and get her into bed.
“Court dismissed”, Alicia said firmly, and banged her gavel down firmly for the last time that morning.
Chapter 31
Gracey rubbed her ankle where the electronic tag bit into it. It was bulky, heavy and very ugly.
“I think they’ve done it up too tight”, she complained. “It feels like it’s putting pressure on the bone.”
“They have to make sure that you don’t run away.” Leighton reasoned. “You’ll get used to it I guess.”
“Thank you”, Gracey said, her arms going around his neck. “I didn’t say it before, but thank you.”
“You haven’t had much of a chance until now.”
Leighton pulled her into him to press his lips against her neck. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t run in this thing.”
She pushed herself away from him, and then took him by the hand. “The house is so empty.”
They began to climb the stairs.
“I’m going to stay, you know. If it’s alright with you.”
Gracey turned to walk backwards in front of him, her hand going casually to the buttons of her shirt. “What about your business?” she said, the top button pinging open.
Leighton was impressed by her game. Every time he tried to get closer, she held her arm out to indicate the gap she wanted him to keep to. He wasn’t the only one who’d waited, but Gracey was the one who wanted to make sure she was in control. She continued unbuttoning her shirt, teasing him with her flesh.
“Someone else will look after it.”
Gracey stopped, which made Leighton stop too. She reached out and took hold of his tie, distracting herself with the pattern. Leighton could see the bra that she was wearing, barely covering her tits. Her milky skin looked as smooth as silk.
“Who is the good looking PA?” Gracey said.
Leighton moved towards her, but she lifted her finger to indicate for him to stop.
“Esmeralda”, Leighton said casually, as though offering some kind of apology.
“Hmmm”, Gracey said. Earlier today she was facing a long wait in prison. She wasn’t completely free, but house arrest was so much better than a two meter by three meter cell. The reclamation of at least part of her freedom filled her with a confidence she hadn’t encountered before.
“She isn’t you.” Leighton offered, trying to reach for her again.
Gracey twisted around, and while still holding Leighton’s tie over her shoulder, pulled him towards her. Leighton took the opportunity to lunge forwards and wrap his arms around Gracey, pulling her tightly towards him. Gracey ground her ass up against Leighton’s crotch and then fought away again.
“That’s right”, Gracey said. “I’m not that easy.”
She leaned against the door frame at the entrance to her room, the ankle with the tag on it placed delicately against her other leg, her arm stretched up towards the ceiling so her shirt fell open to reveal the delicate skin at the edge of her torso. Leighton pulled his tie off and then began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Are you going to let me come this time?”
Gracey’s eyes went wide, but she couldn’t help but smile either. “You want to be careful”, she said.
“Why’s that?” Leighton asked, his shirt now fully unbuttoned.
“I’m a dangerous woman.”
Gracey began to unwrap her skirt.
“How’s that?” Leighton asked, dropping his shirt to the ground and casually slipping out of his brogues.
“Oh, you know, some people think I murdered my stepfather.” Gracey let her skirt drop to the ground and then casually stepped out of it. She looked even better than Leighton had remembered. His hands went to the fastening on his pants, his cock swelling and screaming to be let out.
“That can’t possibly be true”, Leighton said.
Gracey took her shirt off, spinning as she did so. When she was down to her panties and bra, she smiled and disappeared into her room, leaving Leighton out on the balcony, the door closed behind her. Leighton shook his head and smiled. This was exactly the kind of thing that he liked. It was like casually waving a red rag in front of a bull with no idea of the consequences. He took the ten paces to the door, raised his hand ready to knock, decided against it and pushed his way inside. Gracey was lying down diagonally on the bed, facing away from him, her head propped up in her hands, her legs crossed and flapping like the tail of a giant, tropical fish. Leighton leaned against the door frame casually, folded his arms across his chest, cocked his head to the side and took a good look at her naked body.
“You going to stand there all day?” Gracey said after a while. “Dangerous girls need dangerous men you know.”
Leighton let his pants fall to the ground and stepped out of them in one casual stride that took him to the edge of the bed. He grabbed Gracey by the legs and flipped her over like a piece of chicken in a pan. She hadn’t expected it and initially wasn’t quite sure how to react until she saw his throbbing cock, and just how desperate he was to have her.
“Esmeralda thinks I’m going to keep you here like a sex slave”, Leighton said, dragging Gracey towards him. Gracey wasn’t ready for the game to be over quite yet, however. She kicked out and struggled away, making Leighton climb onto the bed and pull her back towards him. This carried on three or four more times until Leighton had to lie down alongside her and pull her into him to stop her getting away. Gracey lifted her head and let him kiss and caress her neck.
“Are you going to lock me up?” she asked.
“If I have to”, Leighton said, smoothing the skin across her belly and moving his hands towards her breasts. Gracey could feel him in behind her, and pushed her ass towards him like a cat in heat.
“In a tower?” Gracey panted, Leighton’s rough fingers teasing her nipples erect.
“Here”, Leighton said, his knees going up into the backs of hers, opening her up to him.
“I can’t leave”, Gracey said, the reality of her situation slowly dawning on her.
Leighton throbbed against her opening. He linked his hands with hers and slid them across the bed sheets, spreading her whole body wide.
“You won’t have to”, Leighton moaned, kissing the words in patterns across her back.
Gracey reached behind herself to take hold of his enormous cock. She lifted one leg and straightened another, until she found herself in the right position to guide him inside her.
“I thought I’d never see you again”, she moaned, her pussy more sensitive that she realized.
Leighton tried to push her hand away and take control, but Gracey wouldn’t allow it. “Let me”, she said, and began rubbing his tip against her clitoris, every so often putting it at the entrance to her pussy hole and allowing Leighton to dip inside her. If he went too far, she’d grasp his cock tightly, and he’d know to pull out again, or she’d just lift her hips and pull herself away from him. No one else had made him feel this way. No one else had teased him
so much he felt like he was losing control. Like he was going to come before he’d done anywhere near enough to warrant it. Leighton could have easily taken control if he had wanted to, but something about this situation made that the last thing he wanted to do.
“You’ll see”, Leighton said.
Gracey let him push a little bit further inside her. “I’ll see what?” she said, moans tearing the sentence into syllables.
“Justice”, Leighton said, slipping almost completely inside her.
Gracey twisted into him, moaning, her ass pushing against his pubic bone. “How could they do it?” she said.
Leighton took hold of her throat, squeezing gently just to see how fragile it was. He wanted to push hard inside her, but he wanted to wait for Gracey to give him the go ahead even more. Leighton lifted his fingers to her mouth and she sucked them and bit them hard, finally opening herself up to him fully. Looking down, Leighton could see his girth widening her pussy magnificently.
“Fuck”, Gracey screamed, the words shrill against the pillow. She pulled away quickly, fearful of enjoying it too much. “I love your cock”, she said, unable to help herself.
“Your pussy feels incredible”, Leighton said. “I can feel every single muscle squeezing down on my cock. You make me want to come so quickly.”
“Is that why you like me?” Gracey said, taking his hand in hers and pressing it against her chest, encouraging him to fondle her.
“Because you make me want to come?” Leighton asked.
“Mmmhmmm”, Gracey said, losing herself in the pleasure of it.
“Are you going to let me this time?”
Leighton was fucking her deeply now. Slowly, but fully in control. Gracey moved his hand from her tits down to her clitoris, opening up her legs so they could rub it together.
“That depends”, Gracey said, her voice peaking.
“That depends on what?”, Leighton asked. Her pussy was so wet, and her clit so sensitive, he had to keep repositioning his fingers not to overstimulate her. At the end of every thrust he gave, she pushed back slightly, her pussy muscles gripping his shaft, and it was making his cock tingle like he’d never experienced before. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to shoot his load, whether she liked it or not.
“How well you behave”, Gracey said.
“I can promise”, Leighton began. “I’m an absolute gentleman.”
Leighton could feel her body shaking even before Gracey realized it. He could hear the peaking in her breath and feel how quickly the blood was rushing around her body. She pressed herself up against him and pulled her knees towards her chest, snapping his hand closed against her pussy and nearly pulling her way off him completely. Not again, Leighton thought, and made sure that where she moved, he went with her. She shut her eyes, but it seem to come at her even more strongly like that, so she opened them again and pressed her face into the pillow. With Leighton on top of her now, his weight crushing her even further into the bed, the waves seemed to intensify until she could do nothing but stop fighting against it and let it consume her completely. There were a couple of times when she tried to speak, but nothing but moans came out of her. It was an incredible sensation that seemed to take over her whole body in a way that made her feel like she’d flicked a switch she wouldn’t ever be able to put back in its original position. Not that she cared. Multiple orgasms as good as this she was definitely prepared to incorporate into her life. She had to touch herself at one point to make sure it was real. It took her almost five to open her legs again and let Leighton continue to fuck her. He clit was fizzing, and every time he moved himself into or out of her, she thought she was going to explode in orgasmic intensity again.
“That”, Gracey said, a hot flush coursing around her body. “Amazing.”
“Are you going to pass out again?” Leighton asked, his arms around her belly to make sure she didn’t get away.
Gracey leaned her head against his chest and rolled into him. Leighton took the hint and pulled her up onto his chest so they were both on their backs, Gracey on top of him.
“Not today”, she said quietly.
“Are you going to let me come?” Leighton asked.
“Mmmmhmmm”, Gracey said, still in dream world. “Will you leave after you do?”
“Why would I leave?”, Leighton said, beginning to slowly pump her trembling pussy once again.
“Because you will have got what you came for”, Gracey said, completely open to him now, allowing herself to be controlled.
Leighton rode his dick inside her, pushing himself towards climax. This was the best sex he’d ever had.
“I’ll be here, alone”, Gracey said. “Waiting for you to come home and fuck me. I’d be easy to leave.”
“You don’t think I want this again?” Leighton said. He was getting so close now, his balls were tingling with anticipation. Every time they slapped Gracey’s pussy she let out a little moan of appreciation.
“How do I know you want it again with me?” she barely managed to say.
“Because it’s the best I’ve ever had”, Leighton said.
Gracey smiled. She bent her knees and placed her feet on his thighs. She was small enough and he was big enough for them to fit perfectly like this. “Besides which”, Leighton said. “This is my house now.”
“Harder”, Gracey pleaded. She could feel the very edge of another orgasm niggling away inside her. Leighton picked up the pace.
“Any faster and I’ll come”, he said.
“Come with me”, Gracey moaned. “Come inside me.”
“You know”, Leighton whispered, right on the edge of it. “If I come inside you, that means you’re mine.”
“No”, Gracey said, exploding in orgasm. “It means you’re mine.”
Leighton couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a final deep thrust of his enormous cock, he slammed his balls against Gracey’s humming clit and exploded his seed deep inside her. Gracey panted in exaltation, her brain firing so much adrenaline around her body she could barely keep still. Leighton managed to hold onto her just long enough for his own orgasm to subside, before he let her roll off him so she could cling desperately to the bed sheets as though she might fall off the bed if she let go.
He’d never experienced better, and it was a sensation that kind of worried him. He’d never needed anyone else before in his life, and here he was, feeling like he needed Gracey. He swung an arm over her and Gracey took hold of it and hugged it against her belly.
“I’m scared”, she said, and then without warning, burst into tears. It was as though everything had suddenly become overwhelming for her. The orgasm, the situation, the emotion. It was suddenly all too much. Leighton rolled towards her. Crying women weren’t usually his specialist subject.
“I’m here, Gracey”, he said. “Whatever happens, I’m here.”
“What if they find me guilty?” Gracey said. As much comfort as his words were, she had to be realistic.
“If you didn’t do it, then they won’t be able to. Alex doesn’t reckon it will even go to trial. Pandora, Isabella, Alexis, they are all hiding something. They are the ones that should be being accused, not you.”
“They’re not the ones with this on their ankle”, Gracey said, lifting her leg up in an appealing show of flexibility. Leighton ran his hand along it and eased it back to the bed.
“They also don’t have me”, he said.
“You mean it, don’t you?” Gracey asked. “You’re going to stick by me.”
“Don’t you feel it, Gracey?” Leighton said. “Don’t you feel that buzz between us? Didn’t you feel it the first day in the hospital?”
Gracey nodded.
“You wait”, Leighton said. “When all of this is over, you’ll see how happy you can be.”
“Don’t leave me alone”, Gracey said, her voice barely a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere”, Leighton said. “I’ve only just got back home.”
Epilogue
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bsp; One year later…
Gracey and Isabella
A very pregnant Gracey Logan shuffled her way towards the table in the corner of the room, where Isabella was already sat waiting for her. A year ago this could have been a cafe in Baltimore, or several years ago perhaps, the canteen at their high school.
Inmates and visitors alike shuffled out of the way to let Gracey past, who was much less mobile now than she used to be. Before finally arriving to perhaps the least accessible table amongst the ten or so present, she managed to bash at least three people over the head with the bag of presents the prison officers, after close inspection, had allowed her to bring in. These were women that would have eaten Gracey alive in the real world, and had she not been pregnant, a state that had the capacity to reduce even the most hardened of criminals to mushy, cooing messes, she might have started a riot.
Considering the conditions within the prison, Isabella was doing well. In fact, it could even be said that she fit in better here than she did in the outside world. She was popular, had already made friends, led two groups - botany and creative writing - and was a quick favorite amongst prison workers, state provided mental health practitioners and the civilian teachers. She hadn’t returned to her poisoning ways, even though the more astute of the inmates made sure to check drinks and food before imbibing, and due to current legislation, and for matters of safety, wasn’t allowed to work at all in the kitchens.
It had taken little more than a month for Gracey’s charges to be dropped in the light of new evidence which put her two sisters and mother on the stand. Extensive tests were completed at the Chesapeake estate, and enough evidence was brought forth to put Isabella on trial for murder. On the very first day, much to the surprise of everyone present, no one more so than her lawyer, she confessed in consummate and calculating detail. This was not overlooked by the judge in sentencing, however, first degree murder came with a well established set of guidelines for conviction. Isabella was given twenty five years, with the possibility of parole after ten.
For their part in the subversion of justice, Pandora and Alexis were handed two year suspended sentences, and ordered to complete two hundred hours of community service. The judge was convinced of their innocence in the plot to kill Philip, but also of their complete ignorance of who might have been responsible. Their greatest sin beyond their selfishness, was their complete and utter stupidity, which continued to show no bounds.
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