by S. M. Lynn
“Well stop making me wait then. I need to be reminded remember or do I need to remind you?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” his pants are gone and his hard length strains against his boxer briefs, “I never need reminding when it comes to you.” His voice is deep and his eyes are filled with lust as they rake over my body. It almost feels as if his hands are touching me as he looks me over. I tingle everywhere his eyes touch.
As good as his eyes make me feel I still long to feel his hands. My wait is thankfully short as he moves to lie beside me on the bed. His hands roam my body taking in every curve and the feel of the lace while mine trace the lines of his torso down to the waist band of his briefs. His fingers tease my taut nipples through the lace of my bra. I moan in delight at his touch. My hands wander further south and cup his length through his underwear. I want these barriers between us removed and begin to unhook my stockings.
“See you have forgotten, sweetheart. Cause this,” he grips the straps to my garter, “this is mine. And only I will ever unhook them again.” His fingers cover mine and he works each hook free from the stockings then rolls each one down my legs. He drops kisses to my sensitive skin as he works. I am a bundle of nerves and craving the release that I know only he can give.
“Is that more what you were looking for?” All I can do in response is shake my head and move my hands to his waist band. I am done waiting for these to be removed. I want the two of us naked together now. A small laugh bubbles out of his throat. “Ah I see well if you are going assist me then perhaps I should assist you.” I continue running my hand down the front of his boxer briefs and he removes my bra before working his hands down my panties. “These are truly exquisite.” He says just before taking his finger to the thin straps over each hip and pulling. The ripping sound is one I have grown familiar with though usually it’s followed by buttons flying. Briefly I mourn the loss of the gorgeous panties Marlene designed for me but my attention is soon diverted elsewhere as his fingers explore my hot, wet core.
My work on his underwear is quickly forgotten as his fingers slip and slide over my folds. It feels like pure electricity dancing on my skin. I cry out from the pleasure of it. His other hand works its way up my body and fondles my exposed chest. He rubs and twists each nipple in turn while continuing his teasing of my core.
His fingers quickly find their destination and begin to slide in and out while his thumb teases over my clit. I can’t control my screams of pleasure. He knows exactly where and how to touch me. And sooner than I would like I am running toward the edge, doing nothing to slow myself from the rush of pleasure that I know is to come.
“Fuck” is the only response I get as my walls contract around his fingers and I come with a scream. He pulls his fingers from me and licks them clean. “You taste so good, love.”
As I come down off my post-orgasmic high, I remember the underwear that have plagued the last couple of hours are still in my way. I harden my resolve; no pun intended and start in again on removing them. Once I slip them over his ankles with no resistance, I know I’ll soon have what I’ve been craving. Without waiting for any instruction from him, I push him back and slowly sink down over his shaft. The feel of him inside me in indescribable like joining with a part of myself that has long been missing. It’s in these moments that I feel most whole. I ride him until I have him moaning with pleasure then just to tease jump off and sit back on my heels. I can tell he is stunned by this turn in our love making as it seems too cruel of a thing to do, but I’m not done with him yet.
I bend down and wrap my lips around his shaft; our tastes mingling together are so erotic. His groan tells me that he enjoys this just as much I do. I bob my head up and down his length, twirling my tongue around the tip. His hips buck beneath me forcing his erection back into my mouth and I take as much as I can using my hand to accommodate the rest of him. His thrusts become harder, deeper and soon I feel his cum, hot and wet, fill my mouth. I swallow down every last drop, greedy to feed on him.
“Holy shit, sweetheart. That was, well, unexpected. But you’re crazy if you think I’ve had my fill of you yet.”
He rolls us over and his lips wrap around my nipple. He licks and suckles at it until I am writhing with need once again. Once he knows my body is again prepared for him, he slides into me. This feels so good I wish it would never end. Throughout the night over and over again, he shows me just how good it feels to be joined with him.
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It’s hard to believe that just a short year ago we were here and attending the Royal Hospital fundraiser, our first night out as an official couple. And now here we are again. We leave for the States in just a couple days and I couldn’t think of a better way to close out our trip. The preparations on the house in New York are finished and all the proper security is in place for Ian and I to finally return home. Though things have been very quiet from Dean and Rebecca over the last month, almost too quiet. I know that has Ian on edge especially after Detective Barrows called a few days ago to tell us Dean failed to show up for the first day of his proceedings and there’s now a warrant out for his arrest. The detective didn’t think we had anything to worry about where we are but nevertheless he has been in contact with the proper authorities to make them aware of the situation.
I’m determined despite this news to make the most of the end of our trip. Once again the lavish event is decorated to the nines and the people in attendance are no exceptions. Gorgeous designs of every kind are strewn throughout the room. Thanks to Marlene my eye for fashion has become a little shaper. There are plenty of people here for Ian to meet and mingle with but like last time, we are not here on official work business so this is just another lovely night out for the two of us. Since New Year’s, we have become tabloid fodder, which has not pleased Ian at all. He’s mostly worried about Dean or Rebecca being able to locate us because of the attention but the attention itself bothers him as he would rather our relationship be private. I also confess that I’m not happy with the constant presence of the paparazzi and they have no love for me either. So far I’m the cause of Elizabeth Burke’s heartbreak and even in their eyes, I’m a gold digging whore though my bank account can definitely hold its own if they would bother to look. I wish they could see us as a power couple like they did for Ian and Elizabeth but maybe it’s easier to create a fake relationship than to be happy for a real one; it still stings though. I have tried to avoid all of that as much as possible since the first articles came out but us coming to this event tonight we knew there would be no stopping them as there is a full red carpet event to walk before the gala.
I’ve done my best to hold my head high and give them nothing to work with but a smile. With Marlene’s help in the fashion department, I’m sure I look the part of calm cool socialite through their lens and that is exactly what I want. Once we are inside and safe from their flashbulbs, I can once again be myself on Ian’s arm.
About halfway through dinner, I excuse myself to use the ladies room. Ian has been extremely wary over not having a female security officer for me but with the amount of security at this event I feel confident that I can run to the ladies for a few minutes with nothing to fear.
As I cross the floor back to our table, I notice Ian is absent. I glance around the room and spot him by one of the bars talking to a group of people. As I approach, I feel her presence before I see her and I can’t believe that once again she is here to wreck my evening. Well, this time I have the upper hand because Ian has been with me for the last 6 months and our relationship is well established. I look down at the ring on my finger and think just how far we’ve come in the last year. Her hand comes to rest on his chest as I walk up and he discreetly brushes her off as he continues to talk to several colleagues. I wonder how she wormed her way onto the invite list when I see Patrick in the midst of the people that Ian is talking to. I almost feel bad for the guy; somehow he keeps getting sucked back into her clutches and she uses him every time to the same end.
Walkin
g straight up to Ian and ignoring his unexpected company I give his lips a slight brush with mine before turning to the others in the group. After a few more minutes of conversation the tension must be mounting because Ian’s colleagues politely excuse themselves and we are left with just Rebecca and Patrick. Rebecca wastes no time slithering up to Ian. No longer surrounded by people he is not so polite to her advances any longer.
“Rebecca what the hell are you doing here? And you,” he says looking to Patrick, “I would have thought you’d have learned your lesson with this one.”
“Apparently I’m a slow learner.” He responds but without a hint of humor in his voice. In fact Patrick sounds resigned almost sad and his countenance shows the same.
Rebecca takes that as her cue to talk to Ian. “Now Ian baby don’t be this way. You know what we have together is the real thing. I understand why you feel obligated toward her but like I told you at Thanksgiving this is not what your father would have wanted for you. He always liked me. Don’t do this out of some misplaced sense of duty. She doesn’t deserve it.” She continues to talk and I can see Ian seething, trying to keep his composure because we’re still in public and the paparazzi are still lurking like vultures. But I stopped listening right around the word Thanksgiving. Is this her way of getting under my skin again or was he really with her Thanksgiving night? Ian’s hands are in his hair and I’m afraid of what that means. He has not moved to quiet her or discredit her; he just stands there looking even more defeated than Patrick, that’s when I realize there must be some truth to her words. Rather than give her the satisfaction of once again coming between Ian and I, I vow not to say anything about it until we are back at the estate later. But then come hell or high water he will explain to me what is going on. I feel my heart breaking at the thought of what could be coming; at the thought of once again losing him because he is unable to let her go. But this time I will walk, ring or no ring, if he can’t promise to keep her out of our relationship once and for all.
I look back to Rebecca ready to address this situation so that Ian can take me home. “Rebecca, this just looks desperate. You need to stop.” I know trying to reason with her will do no good but I don’t know what else to say. My resolve to ride this out is weakening and I just want to run into a darkened corner and cry.
“Stay out of this. This is between Ian and I and has nothing to do with a gold digging bitch like you.”
“Rebecca, enough.” Heads turn in our direction at Ian’s booming voice. He grabs her arm and drags her from the ballroom amidst astonished gasps, glances and whispers. It is all I can do to keep up with him and Patrick is right on my heels.
“I told you when you came to the office that I didn’t want to see you anymore. This is the last straw. I will be contacting the authorities and I’ve been assured by my attorneys that it won’t be a stretch to get a protective order for both Lauren and I. If you have anything else to say to me you can do it through the court. I’m done dealing with you and I told you as much at Thanksgiving. So quit trying to make it more than it is and come between Lauren and I. You can be thankful I don’t hit women because if I did you would definitely be picking your ass up off the floor right now.” Turning to Patrick, “I suggest it’s time to leave and take that,” he gestures to Rebecca, who looks physically crumpled from his words, “with you. And watch yourself Patrick or the next restraining order will be against you.”
“Ian, this…”
“Stop right there. I don’t want to hear the excuses. I’m done with excuses from both of you. Seems like you’ll do anything to get close enough to make them and then you just turn around and pull the same old shit. I’m done, with you both. So once again I would suggest you leave now or I can call security and have you escorted out. You pick but do so quickly because I have no patience.”
Patrick storms off calling over his shoulder, “Let security deal with the garbage. I’m sick of her shit.” He keeps walking without ever looking back. Ian and I stand with a sobbing Rebecca for a few more minutes. When security arrives, her anger boils over once again.
“This isn’t over, bitch. I won’t be finished with you until I see you in the ground.” Security has her cuffed and is dragging her off to some unknown room to await the authorities but her message has come through loud and clear. Ian is on her in a second.
“You won’t threaten my fiancée, Rebecca. If you try anything, I will personally see you put in the ground. Am I making myself clear?”
Her face goes pale and her eyes widen. “Make no mistake about how serious I am here, Rebecca. There is no room for error on your part. Death is pretty final don’t you think?” He whispers the last into her ear almost intimately but his message comes through loud and clear. Rebecca is no longer struggling against the officers and we watch as they leave the room.
Ian then turns to me, pleading with his eyes for me to understand. But I can’t understand what I don’t know so I say the only thing I can in that moment. “Take me home, Ian.”
The ride back to the estate is full of pregnant silence, neither of us wanting to speak before the other and so it continues once we arrive home. We undress in silence and climb into bed. There is so much I want to say, to know but at the same time I want to stay in the dark. I want to go back to the place where I knew he only went to work that evening. He did not go to meet her. My anger and curiosity overcome me and the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“What the fuck do you mean meeting with her Thanksgiving evening? After we spent the whole day as a family you run off to that bitch the first chance you get. Tell me Ian, will it always be like this? You stringing the both of us along.” I know my words hit home by the grimace on his face. I also know that I spoke completely out of anger, as half of what I said is obviously not true after what he said to her. But I can’t stop the words or the seething hate they bring with them. Not hate for him but for the whole situation.
“Lauren, calm down. You know it wasn’t like that.”
“The only thing I know is that you lied to me about her, again. I thought we were done with this. Why? I just don’t understand why after everything you would see her at all.”
“Sweetheart, let me explain. It’s not how she made it seem. I was at the office and of course no one else was there with it being a holiday and so late. I didn’t even take Connor with me since it was a holiday and he was with his family. I only intended to go in to get caught up on some work I was behind on and I knew you would be fine with Gavin. I didn’t know she was going to show up. I swear. Somehow she still had a key to the elevator. She said, well it was more of the same from tonight. She’s not stable she needs help. I told her I would help her. I’m sorry; I didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t used to be like this. It’s like something inside has snapped. I don’t even recognize the woman I used to know in her anymore.” I understand his words more than he knows. It was the same way for Dean. One day he was a seemingly sweet and a good guy and the next he was a sadist of the worst kind, living only to inflict pain and receive pleasure from it. I can’t fault Ian for wanting to help her but clearly she is beyond any help.
“You still should have told me right when you got home.”
“I couldn’t tell you. You were so happy; it had been so long since I had seen you like that. Carefree. You and Gav had such a good night with your wine and your chick flick. I didn’t want to spoil it. I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I was going to tell you but then there was never time and honestly after we came here I forgot all about it. She is not important to me; you are what’s important. You must see that, sweetheart.”
“Ian, I’m trying to understand here. But this is Rebecca. I thought we decided a long time ago that there was no room for her in our lives.”
“We did. But when I saw her that night, so broken, so clearly teetering on the edge of something, something dark, I couldn’t help but reach out to her. She was a decent woman once. The right woman for me? No, never, but this isn’t he
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“She’s obsessed with you and obsession turns sane people toward insanity. The only help she needs now is a psychiatrist and a good treatment facility but those are not things you can force on her. That will only feed her delusion that you still want her. Maybe the court can order her to get help because we are going to the police with this when we get home and getting a restraining order. I’m done dealing with crazy people in my life.”
His voice turns quiet and soft. “I thought you were going to leave me. When I looked at you after what she said tonight, I really thought that was it and saw our whole happy ending go up in smoke. You have no idea what that did to me. I can’t lose you. Plain and simple.”
“I’m not going anywhere. No more running. But I will say that if you can’t cut her completely from your life right now, I won’t be with you. That’s not running; that’s doing what is best for me.”
“Sweetheart, I think I made it pretty clear tonight that I don’t ever want to see her under any circumstances ever again. And hopefully she got the message. It’s hard to tell anymore what’s sinking in with her and what’s not. But I don’t want to focus on her anymore tonight. I just want to be here with you.”
“Thank you, Ian. I just want to be with you too.”
And for the rest of the night, that’s how it is. Ian and I together; showing each other in every way imaginable just how much each of us means to the other.
