by Smith, T. L
Once I’m home, I see Rock and Cassandra
snuggling on the couch watching a movie. She has fallen asleep in his lap and he’s watching her closely. They didn’t stay at the party long, it really isn’t Cassandra’s scene, but she wanted to say hello to Roberto.
“Are you going to admit your feelings for her, or what?” I ask, surprising him. He takes his eyes from her, grunts at me and turns his head back to the movie. I grab an apple and a knife from the kitchen and head back out to watch the movie with the two lovebirds. Five minutes in, I hear the front door slam and heavy footsteps coming my way. I sit there like there’s no problem and continue to cut tiny little pieces from my apple. I notice Stefanos’ feet right in front of me and I ignore him for a bit, and then slowly look up. As I do, I see anger raging all over him.
“You are not to leave without me… ever again. Do you understand? Get upstairs, now,” he growls, looking down at me.
I thought it was funny, that when I snuck outside there was a cab conveniently waiting. So I jumped straight in and came home without him. I ignore Stefanos and go back to cutting my apple. He’s obviously pissed and doesn’t want to wait, because he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me upstairs and tosses me onto the bed. I watch while he paces the room trying to calm down. I continue to eat my apple and watch him.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to leave without me? You need to start thinking about how it would affect me if something happened to you. I’ve lost you before and that’s never happening again. So you better start thinking before you fucking act, Princess.” He stops, looks at me and leans down. He takes the apple and the knife from my hand.
“You’re too dangerous with these,” he says, as an explanation for him removing them from me. I watch as he places them on the bedside table. He then stands in front of me and starts to unbutton his shirt. Gradually his anger dissipates and is replaced with lust.
“You know, I don’t look at anyone the way I look at you,” he tells me, while pulling off his shirt. He lets it drop to the floor and then pulls on his pants while kicking off his shoes. “You are the only woman that can drive me to the brink of killing someone and still make my cock stand tall.” He lets his pants drop to the floor and surprise, surprise- no underwear. “I’ll never feel this way about another woman in my life, the way I feel for you. You fucking own me.” He steps closer and pushes me back on the bed and then hovers over me. “Now, tell me you know,” he says, looking me in the eyes.
I look at him and don’t speak at first, because I know… I know he means every word he’s just said. He loves me, no, correction; I own his soul, as he likes to put it.
“I know,” I reassure him and reach up, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down so our lips meet. I love the way he kisses me. He kisses with everything he has. I roll him off me, stand up and look at him lying on the bed, resting on his elbows and staring up at me. I just stand there and give him a taste of his own medicine. I turn around, unzip the back of my dress and let it drop to the floor. Then I turn around in only my garter and hot pink lingerie.
“You know you’re the only man that can speak to
me the way you do, get away with it and still get hot sex.”
He shakes his head at me and laughs. I remove my bra and let it drop to the floor with my dress. Then, I slowly pull my G-string down my legs. I am now standing in front of him in only my garter.
“You know the only reason I haven’t stabbed you yet is because you give me multiple orgasms.”
He laughs at my joke, stands up and picks me up, grabbing a pillow from the bed and he throws it to the floor.
“Lower yourself to the floor, cross your arms so your elbows are on the pillow and stick your ass in the air.”
I look at him, puzzled for a second and shrug my shoulders. I do as I’m told. Once I’m positioned the way he wants me, I feel him come up behind me and slap my ass hard. I don’t flinch or scream because I like it. I think he’s surprised because he does it again. I feel him near my ass and he bends down and talks in a rough voice.
“I am going to pick you up by your ankles, Princess, and you are to keep your knees bent when I do.”
I do as he commands. He lifts me by my ankles and my knees automatically bend upwards. My body is almost perpendicular to the floor. I hear him breathing heavily and wonder how long he plans to keep me like this. I feel him, prodding at my entrance and when I least expect it, he slams into me from behind. I yelp from the sudden fullness and scream in pleasure when he continues to torture me the only way he knows how, with sex.
I feel every inch of him. I’ve had great sex before, but this… this is, wow. This position is touching every nerve ending I have and because of it I orgasm straight away.
He stops inside me and I think he’s done. I want to drop to the floor, but I can’t because he still has my ankles in the air. He isn’t done. I hear him take a deep breath and then he slams back in again making my body quiver as I become even weaker.
I can hardly feel my elbows anymore, because my body is drained. He gently places my feet back on the floor and when he does I collapse. I hear him chuckle and walk away. When he comes back minutes later I haven’t moved from the floor. As far as I’m concerned, this is where I’m sleeping because I’m not moving. Stefanos picks me up, cradles me in his arms and carries me to the bath he has just drawn for me. He climbs in behind me and he washes me slowly and sensually while I fall asleep with him whispering in my ear.
I wake up to an empty bed. As I sit up, I look for Stefanos, but I can’t see him anywhere. I jump up and make my way to the bathroom. Once I’m done, I chuck on his shirt and make my way downstairs. I’m definitely sore between my legs, but then I think about how well he took care of my needs last night after our awesome sex. I don’t remember much after the bath, all I remember was Stefanos kissing my neck while we were in bed and I was half asleep.
Once I’m in the kitchen, eating breakfast, I hear a knock at the front door. I stand up and walk out there. No one knocks when they come here, unless they are cops. I know I’m far from dressed appropriately to be opening the door, but right now I don’t care.
When I open the door, I don’t believe my eyes. I know who I see, but I really hope for her sake I’m seeing things.
“Are you going to invite me in?” she asks, looking At me with raised eyebrows.
“Please tell me, why the fuck, I would let you into my house?”
I watch as she smirks and then looks me up and down, before looking me squarely in the eyes.
“Well, for me to tell you, I think we should be sitting. Or for the love of God at least be dressed, sugar,” she says, walking past me into the house. I follow her, dumfounded by this girl’s audacity. Who the hell does she think she is? Walking in here, in her barely there short jeans and midriff top.
“You, having breakfast, sugar?” She turns around to look at me once she reaches the kitchen counter.
“No, I was actually loading my gun, so I’m prepared for when complete strangers come waltzing into my house unannounced or uninvited,” I threaten and sit down on the kitchen bench.
“Oh, scary. But I don’t think you’d shoot your own sister.”
Hold the fucking horses! What the fuck is she talking about?
“You have the wrong house, sweetheart, only child sitting right here. So please leave the same way you came in,” I reply, pointing towards the door.
She looks at me and smiles. “You remember Bella, don’t you? She told me you were a Daddy’s girl,” she says, leaning over and taking a piece of my toast.
I remember Bella, she was my father’s girlfriend when I was young. She never liked me because when my father was with me, she never had his attention. I was young, but I certainly remember her.
“So, you’re Bella’s girl? Please enlighten me as to how that makes you my sister?”
I snatch my toast from her hand.
“Mom had sex with Daddy
dearest and wadda bing, wadda bang… here I am,” she says with a great big smile.
“Does Father know about you?” I ask because I don’t believe a word she’s saying.
“Yes, he knows. Well, I guess he does, because he sends me money every month.”
Okay, was not expecting that.
“How come I don’t know about you then?” My father tells me almost everything, and I don’t believe he would’ve kept this a secret from me.
“Well, that you will have to ask Daddy, won’t you?”
When she finishes speaking, Stefanos decides to come strutting in, in nothing, but a pair of basketball shorts and covered in sweat from his workout. Once he reaches the kitchen he looks up at me and smiles, then looks at Carmen and loses his smile. He knows something. I see it now.
“Is what she tells me true?” I ask, facing him.
He looks pained before he answers. I know straight away I have my answer, but I still want him to confirm it.
“Yes, it is, but I didn’t know who she was ‘till last night,” he says, trying to calm me down. It doesn’t, it just basically makes me angrier.
“Oh, you best be leaving, hot stuff, I think she wants to shoot you,” Carmen says laughing. Stefanos turns to her and gives her his best glare, then turns to me with a softened face and starts to walk towards me.
“If you take a step closer, I will punch the living shit out of you.”
He stops in his tracks, shakes his head and starts towards me again. Just as he reaches me, I go to turn away and punch him in the kidney. He takes a step back, knowing full well I will most definitely do it again.
“I like you Eliza, we are gonna be great friends,” I hear Carmen say, and watch as she picks up the rest of my toast and starts to eat it.
“Fuck off, Carmen, before I actually get my gun and shoot you,” I snap and walk back to my bedroom whilst trying to process all this news.
Once I’m in my room, I collapse on my bed and wonder why my father never told me. I wonder if my mother knew and didn’t tell me. Why she kept such a secret when I had all his attention. Lying here, thinking about her, I realize she does actually look a bit like my father. It’s the eyes. I have the same eyes; it was the first thing I recognized when I saw her.
I don’t even know if I want to punch Stefanos anymore. He didn’t know previously, but he could’ve at least told me last night, instead of the way I found out today on my doorstep.
I lay there for a while contemplating my options. I’m so conflicted and I’m not sure of my feelings. How is one meant to feel after being lied to? I know it’s not Carmen’s fault, but she could’ve found a better way to tell me, because all she’s succeeded in doing is making me want to punch her. Just as I’m lying here wrapping my head around things, my door slams open and Stefanos flies onto the bed and covers me with his body. I look up into his enticing big brown eyes and get lost in them. He doesn’t say anything at first, just hovers over me with his fingers running up and down my arms relaxing me.
“Give her a go, Princess.”
I take a deep breath before word vomit spills from my mouth and I say something I’ll regret.
“What does she want?” I ask because there has to be some reason she’s here.
“Just to know you as far as I can tell. And Princess, I
don’t blame her, Have you seen yourself?”
I look up at him and laugh. He pulls a face at me and starts with the tickling. I flip him over so I’m on top and straddling him. I look down and smile. I slide back and slowly lift up his shirt. He smiles at me as I lean down and trail kisses on his very toned stomach, making my way down to his v.
“Are you going to leave me down there by myself or what?”
Hearing her voice, I snap my head around and see Carmen in my doorway, making her way towards my bed. She looks down at me, jumps on the bed, sits and smiles at us. I haven’t moved from my position. I look at this woman in front of me and wonder if she has marbles in her fucking head.
“Carmen, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask, still not moving from my position on top of Stefanos.
“You can’t leave your sister down there alone. We have to bond and shit, girl,” she claims, as she leans back on my pillows and brings her knees up under her ass getting comfortable.
“Carmen, I’m in the middle of something, and quite frankly, I’m not in the fucking mood to bond and shit. I plan to fuck my man, so you need to step the fuck out. Now!”
Just as those last words leave my mouth, Stefanos hoists me up and I wrap my legs around him.
“You better leave Carmen, I have to service my woman,” he orders chuckling, carrying me into the bathroom away from her prying eyes.
“Fuck, you make me crazy for you, Princess,” he says, then slams his mouth on mine and kicks the door shut with his foot. His mouth doesn’t leave mine as he places me on the basin bench. He devours my mouth and his hands move down to my wet and exposed pussy. He flicks my clit then brings his hand down and inserts a finger, followed closely by another which causes me to tighten around them. He fucks me with his fingers while his mouth never leaves mine. Just before I come, he removes his fingers and his mouth from mine, steps back and looks at me with a devilish grin. He drops his pants, turns around and starts the shower. I take in his ass and I get even wetter just by staring at him. He truly is made from the gods. He has buns of steel with no hair on them, and all I can think about is grabbing hold of that sweet ass and digging in my nails. He turns around, which breaks me from my daze, while he stalks towards me butt ass naked. His ass is mighty fine, I might add.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Princess. Are you ready?” He steps in-between my legs and slowly drags his hand up my thigh, bringing it to where I need him the most. He doesn’t play though, which puts a scowl on my face. He laughs and picks me up under my arms so I can stand and remove the shirt I’m wearing. Once removed, he makes his way to my nipples and takes one in his mouth and then bites down, which causes me to scream with pleasure. He turns around, takes my hand and walks me to the shower. I follow him in, then he turns me around and slams my front into the shower wall.
“Princess, the things you make me feel and wanna do, should be illegal… But fuck it, I’m not concerned with legalities,” he claims, then he reaches down and grabs my hips and pulls my ass up into the air, which in turn forces me to bend over.
“Hold tight,” he says, referring to the bar in the shower. Just as I grab the bar, he slams into me from behind. I scream in pure bliss as he fills me fully. He stops once he’s inside me and I hear him taking ragged breaths before he goes to move again.
“You know you’re my light in the darkness right? My fucking angel to my devil,” he says in a raspy voice. He then starts to move. He doesn’t go slowly and now I understand why I had to hold on. I feel like he’s fucking me raw, trying to strip away all those small pieces, so I give him all of my heart and soul.
His torture is almost unbearable, but at the same time, heavenly divine. He grabs my hair while his other hand is still situated on my hip. He pulls my hair so hard I’m afraid he’ll pull it out. My head instantly flings back when he gives it another pull, coming to his own release and just when he does, I come too.
“Fuck,” I pant as he releases his vice grip and allows me to slowly stand up.
“We did that already,” he says, leaning down and kissing my neck.
“I love you, Eliza,” he says, in a most sincere tone. I almost hear my heart crack. That’s the first time he’s said my name since we have been together and I actually quite like it.
His kisses make their way to my collarbone.
“I love you, too,” I murmur.
He freezes when he hears me say it and I feel his smile grow on my skin.
Once Stefanos and I finally make it out of the bathroom, I notice Carmen is no longer on my bed. I look around the bedroom thinking she’s snooping, as I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of person she is, but I don’t see her
anywhere. I head to my closet and pull on some black tights and a loose shirt. Then I make my way down the stairs while Stefanos is getting dressed. Just as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I hear Carmen talking in the living room.
“Aren’t you a fine piece of ass,” I hear Carmen say. I laugh thinking she’s talking to Rock, as he was the only one left when we went upstairs.
“Baby, my ass is better than fine… it’s fucking delectable.”
I walk faster. Now that I hear the voice, I know who it belongs to.
Just as I round the corner, I see Carmen standing there eyeing Hunter up and down like he will be
her next meal. And for all I know, he could very well be.
“Hunter, always a pleasure,” I say when I step into the living room.
“You have no idea,” he says, looking at me the same way Carmen is staring at him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? Him too? Fuck, Eliza, you can’t have them all. You know sharing is caring,” Carmen pipes up.
This makes me look away from Hunter and back to her. She has a scowl on her face. I scowl right back and then look back over to Hunter. He looks good today, very fucking good. No scrap that; this man always looks good. Though today he’s in more casual clothing. Jeans and black t-shirt. His blond hair is tied back in a ponytail and he’s looking mighty fine.
“I see you followed Father’s commands,” I say, referring to his vest not being worn in our home as it attracts unwanted attention.
“You know I listen and respect that man, Kalon. He would have me neutered otherwise," he says and shakes his head.
“Do you want to be a dead man, Hunter?” I hear, coming from behind me. I turn to see Stefanos looking rather pissed off.
“Na, not today,” Hunter says and winks at me.
I watch as Stefanos makes his way past me to reach Hunter. I grab his hand just as he passes and lace my fingers through his. He looks back at me and his face softens just a touch. He brings my hand up and kisses it lightly before coming to stand next to me.
