Enigma of the Heart

by Wynette Davis

  “Taffy?” a voice said behind them.

  Taffy turned to see Tangela walking up to her. She didn’t know that she had done it, but Jean-Michel would remind her later that she quickly let go of his hand. “Tangela, hi.”

  “I thought that was you, girl.” Tangela pulled Taffy into a hug. “What are you doing in Charleston?” she asked eyeing Jean-Michel.

  “Um…I’m…” She thought hard about what she wanted to say, taking a deep breath, and putting on her best smile. “Shopping for the house. Oh.” She turned to barely glance at Jean-Michel. “This is my contractor.”

  Jean-Michel frowned slightly, but held his hand out to Tangela. “Jean-Michel. It’s very nice to meet you. You are a friend of Taffy’s?”

  Tangela laughed aloud. “I suppose you can say that. Until recently, I’d only heard about her from my mother. A lot,” she said patting at Taffy. “I’m her cousin, Tangela. I love your accent. French, right?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am. Family?” Jean-Michel stared at Taffy. She only looked away.

  “Yes. I’m just meeting a friend down here for an afternoon of shopping. I’m surprised to see Taffy in Charleston. You’re her contractor, huh?”

  “Yes, he’s here to help me pick out some of the hardware for the house,” she said too quickly. She knew it was too quickly, and from the look on Jean-Michel’s face, he did not appreciate it. “It was good to see you, Tangela, but we have a lot left to do.”

  “Hey, I understand. Maybe we can get together some time later for lunch or dinner? It was nice to meet you Jean-Michel.”

  Taffy gave Tangela a half-hearted smiled, turning to walk in the opposite direction of which they needed to go. Jean-Michel followed her for a bit before stopping. “I believe it is safe to walk to the car now. She’s nowhere in sight.”

  Taffy saw the look on his face. “I’m sorry to have done that, but I don’t want that part of my family to know anything about me. Yet. Not yet.”

  “That isn’t it,” he said to her knowingly. “You were ashamed of me.”

  “No! No, Jean-Michel. Please believe me. I am not ashamed of you. I don’t have the best relationship with my grandmother Monice right now. And the way she’s acted in the past with my mother and father, I just don’t know if I want them to know about us. Please understand.”

  Jean-Michel stood silently, as if he were thinking about whether or not he would believe her reasoning. He finally nodded. “Understood.”

  The rest of the afternoon was nice. That was how she would describe it. It was nice. They had pleasant conversation. Somewhat tense, but pleasant so she knew their run-in with Tangela still riled him. When Jean-Michel took the initiative to drive her car to his house, she let him. She liked the feeling of him being in control. Yet, they remained silent.

  “I’m sorry,” she said to him again. “I don’t know them well enough to have them in my relationship.”

  Jean-Michel turned to stare at her. “So you admit this is a relationship?”

  “This is…Jean-Michel.” She stared at him tensely. “It is a type of relationship.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I will take that.”

  He walked with her into the house. It was starting to feel familiar to her as many times as she had been there in the course of the past few weeks. But then again so was her own home. There was still some minor work to be done, but soon it would be hers completely.

  “Jean-Michel—”

  He cut her off with his lips. He kissed her deeply, pulling her close to his body. “No more talking,” he said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs to his room.

  “You aren’t mad at me?”

  “You are talking,” he said.

  She smiled to herself, as she let him lead her into his room. “You’re lucky we didn’t go to my house. Even though it’s a Sunday, there could still be some of your workmen there,” she said, as he kissed along her neck.

  “So, you think I wouldn’t kiss you if we were at your house with workmen busy?” He stopped kissing her and gazed down into her eyes. “I wouldn’t care, coquette.” He touched her forehead with his own, closing his eyes. “I want to do something with you.”

  “Oh, that much I know.”

  “No. Not that.” He smiled. “I want you to trust me.”

  Taffy looked at him. “Trust you, how?”

  “Will you trust me?”

  The funny thing that she wouldn’t realize until much later was that she didn’t have to think about what he was asking her. Of course, she trusted him. She nodded her head.

  Jean-Michel led her over to the bed. “So far, this looks like it’s going to be fun,” she said.

  “There is something I have wanted to do to you since that night we met. I want to tease you, coquette. Tempt you and tease you with pleasure. Remember, I told you that when I got you into my bed, I was going to take my time with you. I am a man that always keeps his promises.” He smiled wickedly down at her.

  He looked around his room and smiled softly, seemingly satisfied at what he’d noticed hanging on the corner of his closet door. He walked over to it and took the tie off the corner.

  Taffy started to shy away from him and the obvious blindfold but then relaxed. He wanted to blindfold her and what? Kill her? No, definitely not. He said tempt and tease. Well, she was all for that.

  Jean-Michel was smiling in that sexy, sly way that he had that both excited and melted at her resolve. “A blindfold?” she asked.

  “Yes. Do you object?” She shook her head, as he tied the blindfold around her eyes. He was very gentle, making sure that it wasn’t too tight, before softly planting a kiss on her lips.

  He positioned her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Now the fun begins, coquette,” he whispered.

  She nodded, and felt him remove her shoes from her feet. His warm hands cupped the bottoms of her soles. “You have cute feet, coquette. But you must learn to paint your toes without messing them up.” He laughed.

  She playfully kicked at him. She heard the rustling of clothes. “Are you getting naked?”

  “I don’t know. But I will give you the opportunity to touch me and find out. But not yet.”

  She was really liking his game. She liked it even more when he started to slowly remove her top, removing the straps of her tank top from her shoulders, and planting kisses along her collar bone. First one, and then the other.

  His fingers gently played under her bra straps, lifting them off of her shoulders, but stopping short of pulling them completely down. He trailed his fingers down her arms, making goose bumps rise along her skin from his touch. Then there was nothing.

  “Jean-Michel?”

  “I’m still here, coquette.”

  She turned her head in the direction of his voice. “What are you doing?”

  “You are so beautiful. I had to just look at you,” he said. His voice held so much emotion, it made her feel uneasy.

  He was quickly at her side, taking his finger and tracing the outline of her face before kissing her deeply. It was such a strange feeling not knowing when he would kiss her, touch her, or caress her. The anticipation made the excitement of his game all the more sensual. Erotic.

  He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “Touch me, Taffy.”

  She did, slowly running her hands over the hard expanse of his muscled chest. He felt like a large, muscled wall with all of his ripples and bulges. She grazed her fingers over his hard nipples, as a small smiled played on the corners of her lips. The small amount of hair on his chest felt even softer than it had before, and she ran her finger down the path of softness that led to his navel. She frowned under the blindfold when he stood up, thinking that was all he was willing to give to her. That is until he placed her hands on the fly of his jeans.

  “Ooh, I get more?”

  He took hold of her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a small kiss in her palm. “You can have anything you want, coquette.” He placed her hand back on his fly.

 
She fumbled with the button on his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down, as she felt around with her other hand. She wanted to see him. She remembered how gorgeous his penis was. How long and thick. How the head almost beckoned to her to take him into her mouth.

  She caressed her hand over the growing bulge of his cock, making him moan softly into the room. She tried to pull his jeans off, but it was harder than she thought being blindfolded. He laughed as she struggled, but finally helped her out by removing them himself.

  She felt the heat from his body, as he stood in front of her. Running her hands along his skin, she knew he was nude. She started to remove her blindfold, aching to see him, but he stopped her from doing it.

  “Not yet, coquette. There’s too much discovery to be made yet. Lie back on the bed for me.”

  She did as he asked, feeling the giddiness in her belly, as he began to unfasten her jeans and pull them off with expert precision. “You are such a beautiful creature, Taffy. Do you know just how beautiful you are to me?” He asked, not waiting for her to answer, as he lay with her, pulling her body to his and kissing her deeply.

  “I want to see you,” she whispered to him.

  “Soon. Until then. Touch me.”

  She did as he asked, caressing his body and discovering how he felt under her touch. Her hand encircled his cock, as she softly gasped at feeling him hard and erect. Her breathing became more erratic with need. With wanting to feel him in her mouth. She made her way off the side of the bed, keeping one hand one his body. Kneeling on the floor, she felt her way between his legs until she captured her prize in her hand. With her tongue, she licked around his engorged head, as Jean-Michel gasped aloud. It was an amazing sensation to suck on his cock blindfolded, feeling him with her tongue and her hand, but not being able to see him. It was heightened in some way. She ran her tongue along the underside of his penis, down the pulsing vein, and to his scrotum so tight against his body with his penis thick and filled with heat in her hand.

  His hand was on her head, as she sucked and played along his length with her mouth, her tongue, and oh so gently with her teeth. But he stopped her by pulling her up from her position, and turned her to sit on the bed.

  “I thought you were enjoying that,” she said.

  “You have no idea how much. But this game is more about you than it is about me.” He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties and gradually pulled them off. She lifted up from the bed, after realizing what he was doing.

  “This game is becoming a lot more interesting,” she said.

  “Yes, it is. But I left the best for last, yes?” he asked finally removing her tank, and then taking his time in removing her bra.

  She felt the air on her bare skin, making her nipples pearl. But then she gasped at feeling his mouth on her flesh, sucking and teasing her nipples. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

  His hands caressed her breasts, and then she felt his face nuzzling between them. “No. This is only the beginning.”

  The bed dipped and she knew he had crawled on it. His hands were on her arms, pulling her up onto the bed and making her giggle. He kissed her again, holding her face in his hands. His lips trailed kisses down her body, stopping to suck and tease her nipples, and trail his tongue around her belly button making her giggle again.

  His hands gently nudged her legs apart, as he lay between them. “Have I told you how much I love this little line here,” he said running his finger down the line of hair she kept on her pussy.

  “They call it a runway,” she said breathlessly.

  “Do they?” he blew softly along the line. “I call it mine.” He licked along that thin line of hair, and then buried his tongue inside of her making her moan out loud.

  “Oh!”

  He stayed in that position, licking and teasing her clit with his tongue. His finger teased at her opening, before slipping one and then another inside of her. She felt his tongue flicking over the tight nub of her clit, as his finger thrust and touched deep inside of her, making her body shake as she climaxed holding onto his head. Not knowing what he would do next, not being able to see his next move was the most erotic thing that she’d ever experienced. And when she felt his hard cock poised at the very entrance of her pussy, as she felt his throbbing heat promising so much, she thought she would die from wanting him if he didn’t breach that last centimeter to be inside of her. But then he was, and she gasped aloud.

  He kissed her passionately, as he moved between her thighs. She grabbed his ass trying to urge him to go deeper and faster. “Coquette, I want to savor you. I want to take my time and have every”—he thrust quickly, making her moan into his neck—“inch of you.”

  “You feel so amazing. This—Oh my god. Why does this feel so fuckin’ good?”

  Jean-Michel rolled over to have her on top. She felt along his shoulders and knew he had propped himself up against the headboard. His lips were on her breasts and her neck and everywhere at once, as she rocked her groin back and forth straddled across him, and making him hit that pleasure spot that made her call out his name.

  “I am so close, baby,” he said with emotion filling his voice. “Come with me.”

  She began to moan, as his tempo increased. His hands were on her hips, as he thrust faster and faster into her slick pussy, and she climaxed convulsively. He held on to her, releasing a slew of French, and pulling her lips down to his, kissing her deeply. Only then did he remove her blindfold.

  She was tingling from every nerve ending in her body. She twitched each time her pussy convulsed, still feeling him sheathed inside of her body. He held her close to him, until he slid down the bed and under the covers with her in his arms. They lay still, slowly recovering in their aftermath.

  “I like that blindfold thing,” she said lazily. “The blindfold thing is good.”

  “It had nothing to do with the blindfold, baby. It was us.” He kissed her forehead as she lie on his chest.

  They lay silently for a few minutes, content to be in each other’s arms. She had to admit that it felt right to lay with him. His large arms encircled her and made her feel safe. With that thought, the uneasiness crept up her spine. She told herself that she was only having fun, yet she was lying comfortably with him after yet another amazing session of sex. That was all it was. It was only sex. It was.

  Jean-Michel gently pulled her to face him, smoothing the hair from her face. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much, Taffy.”

  She tensed in his arms. She didn’t mean to, but he’d said those words again. “No. No, you don’t,” she said turning away from him.

  “Taffy, where are you going?” he asked, as she got out of the bed and started to put her clothes back on. “What are you doing?”

  “Why did you say that? I don’t need you to say that to me.”

  “You don’t want me to say that I love you?”

  “No. We had a good time, and…You don’t have to say you love me to get me into the sack.”

  Jean-Michel quickly got out of the bed, grabbing his clothes from the floor and putting them on. He turned to her. “I did not say that I love you to get you into the sack, Taffy. I said it because I meant it. Why does it frighten you so much?”

  She was pulling her tank over her head. “It doesn’t frighten me. It’s just that…Love doesn’t happen like this! You keep pushing me to say that I love you. Why?”

  He stormed over to where she was standing. “I am not pushing you to say anything to me. I tell you that I love you. That is all!”

  “You’re waiting for me to say the same thing to you—”

  “No! No, I am not. We just made love and now we are arguing. What is this?” He tried to put his arms around her, but she stepped away from him.

  “We just had sex. Not made love. Had sex!” She stared down at the floor not able to look at him, and hating him for making her feel…No, she didn’t feel anything. “This was good fun, Jean-Michel. Why did you have to—?”

  “Fun?” He
stood studying her. “What? I was only some kind of toy for you? This is some kind of game you are playing? I will not be some kind of toy to you. I will not be your fuck buddy, Taffy.”

  Regret must have shown on her face, as she stumbled on. “I didn’t mean it like that.” But she had said that very thing to Nina. “And you’re not.” She tried not to think about the words she had said to Nina. He wasn’t a fuck buddy or any kind of toy. But to admit that he was anything more scared her. “Jean-Michel, we’ve only known each other for a short while.”

  “Six weeks, two days.” He glanced at the watch he wore on his wrist, “seven hours, and maybe thirty-five seconds if you want to be exact. But for me it seems like I’ve known you for all of my life.”

  “Stop it!”

  Jean-Michel walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I am not a toy, Taffy, and I will not apologize for saying I love you. It is the truth. But I am not trying to make you say anything to me. Hopefully, in time you will. Taffy,” he pleaded, as she continued to dress and put on her shoes. “Where are you going?”

  “I–I have to go.”

  Jean-Michel took hold of her arm as she tried to pass. “No, you don’t. Stay. We can talk about this.”

  “This is too intense for me,” she said not looking at him. “I won’t feel this,” she whispered more to herself than to Jean-Michel. “I don’t want to feel this.” She pulled away from him, and hurriedly walked out of his bedroom and almost ran down the stairs with Jean-Michel calling and running after her.

  * * * *

  Jean-Michel sat alone at the counter of his kitchen island. He just sat. He sat thinking about what had happened and he couldn’t understand what he had done to make Taffy run away. He tried calling her, but she wouldn’t answer. He thought about going over to her house, but the longer he sat, the angrier he became.

  It didn’t lessen how he felt for her, but he was angry nonetheless. Because the more he thought about it, the more he began to think he had been her boy toy.

  He was still sitting at the counter twenty minutes later when his doorbell rang. It was late, and he at first thought with high hopes that Taffy had returned. His disappointment showed as Thalia walked in staring at him curiously.