by Lucy Wild
The line rang, once, twice, and then the click of a connection.
“Hello?” the voice said at the other end.
“Hi, Dad,” I said. “It’s me.”
THIRTY
ZOEY
It all felt good. The sun felt good on my shoulders, my white dress felt good on me, a reminder of everything that had happened to me. I only had to glance down at it to smile. The breeze felt good in my hair. What felt best of all was the weight that had lifted from my shoulders.
I had walked into the bank with my head held high, so different to last time. When she saw me coming, she was ready for another meeting like the previous one, for me to beg for help.
“Miss Greene,” she said, reaching across the desk to shake my hand. “What can I do for you? I’m afraid I can’t do anything to assist you further unless you have anything new to add since our last meeting.”
“I do as a matter of fact,” I said, sliding the cheque across the desk towards her. “Would you mind paying that into my account and using it to clear the arrears?”
“A…a million pounds?” she asked, blinking slowly before getting hold of herself. “Of course, I’ll do that at once.”
“In fact, would you mind paying off the rest of the mortgage while you’re at it?”
I could tell she was itching to ask me where it had come from but she managed to bite her tongue. I stood up, not feeling the need to remain in there any longer. I only had to blink to remember how I’d felt last time I was in here. Defeated, crushed, miserable.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked, passing me some forms for me to sign.
“Yes,” I said, leaning down to scrawl my signature across them, “but it’s not something you can help with.”
I took a deep breath of air once I was outside. The house was safe. My family was safe. All thanks to Ethan. I walked home, finding them waiting for me. “Zoey,” my mother said before I was even through the door. “We’ve been worried sick. Where have you been?”
“It’s only been a week,” I replied, crushed in her bear hug.
“You haven’t called, you haven’t texted. I thought something had happened to you. I called the police. They’ve been looking for you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, finally getting free from her. “Sit down for a minute, Mum, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What? What is it? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“No, nothing like that. I’ve just got some news for you.”
I told her and the scream she uttered when I did was loud enough to make my ears ring. She looked like she was about to pass out. “This isn’t a joke?” she asked. “You’ve really paid off the arrears. But how?”
“I’ve not just paid off the arrears. I’ve paid off the mortgage.”
“Is it drugs, Zoey? Tell me you’re not selling drugs. I don’t think I could bear it. It’s drugs isn’t it?”
“It’s not drugs, Mum.”
“Then how. Tell me!”
“It’s not a how, it’s a who.”
“A who?”
I nodded. “He’s called Ethan and if you’re not doing anything tomorrow, he’d very much like to meet you.”
I spent another hour answering her questions before I was able to get away. When the interrogation was finally over, I left her to tell my grandparents, telling her I’d be back in the morning.
“You’re not staying?” she asked.
“I’ve got something to present first,” I replied, opening the front door.
“Present something? Present what?”
I blew her a kiss before heading out and walking back down the street.
I was at Ethan’s house by late afternoon. He was in his study when I opened the front door. “Is that you?” he asked.
“Yep,” I replied, my foot on the bottom of the stairs.
“You know what to do,” he said.
I walked upstairs. I knew exactly what I needed to do. Once on the landing I headed into my bedroom, slipping out of my dress before unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I could already hear him on the stairs behind me.
I had my panties off and was on the bed just in time. He walked in through the doorway to find me on my knees, my head buried in the blankets, my ass spread for his enjoyment. I waited, listening out for him. I couldn’t hear a thing.
All of a sudden his hand was on my thigh, sliding upwards slow enough to make me want to scream with frustration. It was more than a minute before he reached my pussy but by then I was soaking wet. He slid a finger straight up into me, another finger gathering up my wetness before easing into my ass.
He rocked both hands in place, thrusting and pulling, teasing and exploring, driving me wild as I moaned into the blankets. It didn’t take long for me to feel an orgasm approaching but just as I was sure it was going to hit, he slid his fingers away. I pushed my hips back towards him, wanting him to know how much I wanted to come.
Then his cock was in me. It slid in without me even knowing he had undressed. The first I knew was the stretching of my pussy as he buried himself inside me. He slid a finger into my ass again as he began to fuck me, slamming home so fast I thought I might be thrown across the room.
I could barely breathe but as suddenly as he began, he stopped, sliding out of me and grabbing me, turning me round on the bed until I was laid on my back.
He spread my legs, lowering himself onto me as his cock slid into me once more. “I’ve missed you,” he said, pulling back and then ramming into me as far as he could go.
“I’ve missed you, Sir,” I replied, clawing at his back. “Now fuck me.”
I was crushed under the weight of him when he kissed me, his pelvis grinding against mine, my clit hit in just the right way by his motions. The orgasm he’d so cruelly denied me came racing towards me once more and this time he didn’t hold back, his tongue still in my mouth as I came, my legs wrapped round his back, holding him deep inside me.
I hadn’t recovered from the power of it before he was thrusting again, moving ever faster as he continued to kiss me, staring into my eyes until with a half grunt, I saw his expression change.
His cock twitched inside me and then he came, hot spunk filling my pussy while he gradually slowed the rocking motion of his hips. He remained in me for a long time before finally sliding out, rolling onto his side to lay next to me.
“Reckon you can last another week of that?” he asked, his hand absently playing with my nipples.
“I can last longer than a week,” I replied.
“How long did you have in mind?”
“I don’t mind,” I said, smiling across at him, my body still tingling with the warm afterglow of my orgasm.
He smiled back at me. “How about a lifetime?”
EPILOGUE
ZOEY
I looked round the table, moving from one face to the next. Everyone was talking and laughing. It was a wonderful sight. “Where’s the birthday boy?” was a popular refrain. “Any ideas, Zoey?”
“I’ll go look for him,” I said at last, scraping my chair back and getting to my feet.
It was the first time our two families had got together and it was going exactly how I’d expected. My mother was on her third wine, her cheeks rosy as she insisted on carving. My father was talking to Ethan’s father about the traffic, the universal language of fathers everywhere. My grandparents were half asleep but looked as content as ever.
Josh, Ethan’s brother was talking to Sarah, his sister. I could see the family similarity in both of them. It was a wonderful thing to see all these people together at last and I took a moment to enjoy the sight before heading into the kitchen.
Ethan was sitting on a stool by the breakfast bar, staring into the distance. “Hey,” I said, putting an arm round his shoulder. “What are you doing in here?”
“Hi,” he replied, managing a smile. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
“What’re you thinking about, Mr Serious?”
I put my finger on his chin and turned his face towards mine. “We agreed to be honest, remember.”
“I can’t believe how close I came to ending it all,” he blurted out quickly as if afraid of the words. “I’d never have seen any of this.” He pointed at the dining room.
“You’re not seeing it hiding in here,” I replied, pulling him to his feet. “You can’t stay in the kitchen all night.”
“I wanted to say something,” he said, wrapping his arms round me. “Well, actually, I wanted to thank you. If it wasn’t for you…”
I pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s time to see what presents you’ve got. Come on.”
“Hold on.” He turned away, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a gift wrapped parcel. “I got something for you.”
“You’re not great at the whole birthday thing, are you?” I asked, taking the gift from him. “Normally, people give you presents.”
“Just open it.”
I tore into the paper as the sound of laughter echoed through from the dining room. I blushed as I saw the contents, covering it back up in case anyone came in.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“A new tail,” I said, smiling as I peeled back the paper again. “For your little pet?”
“Want to try it on?”
I blinked, my heart starting to beat faster. “That’s not for me to decide, is it, Sir?”
I had a long skirt on and as I stood there, our families just a few feet away, he lifted it slowly to reveal my legs, raising it higher and higher. “Hold this,” he said, passing the bunched skirt to me. Kneeling down he looked at me, a grin appearing on his face. “No underwear. You are being good.”
“You told me not to wear any.”
“And this is your reward. Turn round.”
I shuffled on the spot until I was facing away from him. I felt the tip of the plug brush between my buttocks. He’d already lubricated it and I was used to the sensation by now, after so much time together, so many toys being used between us. He’d not used a tail since that first week though. It brought back pleasant memories of crawling across the floor to him, his little pet.
I felt like his pet again, his sexy, naughty pet, as he slid the tail into me, leaving it brushing against my buttocks as the dress fell back down, hiding it from view. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“My tail is wagging,” I replied with a grin, lowering myself to my knees. “Now let me give you your present.”
I pulled open his fly before he could say anything, reaching in to find his cock and bringing it out. It was already stiffening as I took it into my mouth, feeling the shaft grow harder as I ran my tongue along it.
I stared up into his eyes as I drew him towards the back of my throat, gagging on his length. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face, all the while biting his lip to keep from moaning.
The plug inside me moved and shifted as I rocked in place, making my clit tingle with desire. His cock twitched as I flicked my tongue over the tip, still looking up at him, showing him how much I enjoyed giving him pleasure.
He twitched again and a few seconds later, I was rewarded by a hot spurt of cum hitting the back of my throat. As he pulled back, another spurt landed on my tongue and then he slid free, allowing me to lick the last drops from him.
I stood up, wiping my mouth as he pushed his cock back into his trousers. “Come on, birthday boy,” I said, taking his hand. “They’re all waiting for you.”
“Thank you,” he said just before we reached the door.
“What for?” I asked, looking at his suddenly serious face.
“For everything.”
Then he pushed the door open and we went through. A cheer went up. “There he is,” my mother said. “Ready to blow out the candles?”
Ethan nodded, slipping into his seat, watching me closely as I did the same.
I winced slightly as the plug was pushed deeper into me but I did my best to ignore it. I could deal with the tingling inside me later, when we were alone. For now, it was time to celebrate.
“I’d like to make a quick toast,” Ethan said as the cake appeared in the middle of the table. “Quiet please, especially you, Dad. First of all, thank you all for being here. It means more to me than you’ll ever know. It won’t come as a shock to know that things were very different this time last year. But I’m not going to ramble on about that and bore you all to death. Instead I’m going to ask you all to charge your glasses and toast the woman who brought us all together, who changed my life as she’s changed so many peoples since we started our foundation, and the woman who I hope will agree to join me for my birthday every year. I wanted her to last a week with me. Now I’d like her to put up with me for the rest of my life. Ladies and gentlemen, to the heroine of my own personal story, Zoey Greene.”
A chorus went up. “To Zoey.”
And then the candles were lit on the cake as I looked round the table again, my eyes finally settling on Ethan as he silently mouthed, “I love you.”
I grinned and mouthed back at him, “I love you too.”
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KEPT SAFE
(SNEAK PEEK)
PROLOGUE
JACK
She was waiting for me. I had to be quick. I didn’t want to leave her alone for too long. I picked up the knife and sliced through the sandwich, dividing it into quarters, the way she used to like them. I hoped she still did. Two types of cheese, grated, not sliced, ketchup not mayo, no butter. I made the same for myself but left mine on the counter. I’d eat after I’d made sure she’d had hers.
I walked through the house, thinking how different it was now I had her company. It looked the same as ever, there was no sign of another person anywhere. But I knew she was there, and that was what mattered. She was there with me, where she was meant to be. The loneliness I’d felt for so long was gone, vanished as if it had never been. I had a purpose for the first time in years. It was my job to keep her safe.
I carried the plate carefully, balancing it in my left hand while I rummaged in my pocket with my right. I found what I was looking for after a few seconds.
Sliding the key into the lock, I turned it slowly. With a quiet click, the door opened. The stairs on the other side descended into the darkness. I felt a sense of excitement. She was down there. In the dark. Waiting for me.
I had barely taken a single step down before she began to scream. I quickly shut the door behind me, locking the sound in the cellar with us where no one else would hear it. As I began to walk down the steps, her screams grew in volume and pitch, muffled in the bag but still loud enough to make my ears ring.
“Cut that out,” I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. She was there on the bed, just where I’d left her, making such a racket. Naked, limbs bound, bag over her head, squirming and fighting to free herself. She continued to scream, thrashing about like a fish out of water, her delicious ass pointing towards me. She looked sexy as hell. “I said cut that out.”
A new pitch to her screams.
“You either stop screaming or there’ll be trouble.”
She ignored me. What choice did I have? Sighing, I put the plate down on the cabinet next to the bed.
Twisting on my feet, I raised my hand and brought it slapping down onto her ass. It sure stung my hand so it must have stung the hell out of her. At once, two things happened. A bright red palm print appeared on her buttock. She also stopped screaming.
It was only a momentary silence but it was enough to tell me she was starting to pay attention. She began with the noise again, tugging at her bonds, as if she’d be able to get free from my knotwork. I spanked her harder, whipping my hand down on her ass as she struggled to get away. Sinking onto the bed, I knelt on the back of her legs, holding her in place so I could swat her ass more easily. Then I went to work.
By the time she finally stopped screaming, my hand was aching from spanking her for so long. Her ass was burning hot, something I could easily tell as I let my fingers remain on her for a few more seconds, brushing downwards towards her thighs, my cock hardening at the slight flash of what dwelt between her legs.
I wanted her so badly.
I wanted to shove her legs apart with my knees and ram myself into her. Then she could scream all she liked. Instead, I stood up. “That’s better,” I said, taking advantage of the bag over her head to stare at her body without her knowing I was doing it. She looked incredible. Her legs were slender, pale in the sickly glow of the cellar light. Her ass was perfect, curved and flawless. I wanted to kiss my way up her back, twist her round and make her mine.
She was in more danger than she realised. The first time I’d seen her, she was in danger too. She was three years old then, playing in her backyard without a care in the world. It was the middle of the day. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud to be seen anywhere. But to me when I arrived, she looked like was playing in the dark, an oncoming storm rumbling in the distance that she couldn’t see but I could. She was blind to the danger, oblivious to what was building around her.
I could hear her mother and father arguing through the open window. Could she hear them too? Or was she concentrating so hard on lining up her dolls that it washed over her, the yelling growing louder as their fight grew more vicious? She was singing quietly to herself. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word…”
