Weapon of Desire

by Brook, L M

  “Who will oversee Dorton Prep merger?” I blurt out.

  “Darcey, no need to worry Anthony and Marie will oversee the project.” He is oblivious to my discontent.

  I stand abruptly containing my anger. “A private word please Colonel Garner.” He stands adopting a stern face that I’ve seen many times before. Anthony also stands watching the Colonel’s response as I storm out of the room and enter the empty boardroom opposite.

  Colonel Garner closes the door behind me as I turn to face him releasing my wrath.

  “What the hell are you playing at? I told you that there’s nothing going on and I’m not interested in relocating to Dubai.”

  Surprisingly Anthony joins us, with a cool slow stride he stands beside me but the Colonel stares undeterred by his presence.

  “Darcey, don’t play innocent with me, you damn well know you are seeing each other. Do you know that half of the German Underworld has a price on your head right now? Are you aware Anthony?”

  Anthony calmly leans forward onto the boardroom table and I immediately yearn for him as he directly addresses Garner. “Colonel I couldn’t give a shit about what you know of me seeing Darcey and yes I know that she is being targeted right now. That’s why I have my own security watching her 24/7. So cut the crap and explain to me why you feel you need to send Darcey to Dubai.”

  Garner is taken aback and straightens, breathing in before unleashing his contempt. “Anthony what do you think is going to happen when Darcey is plastered across the national news after the awards? We managed to limit this week’s fiasco to local press but once national media start delving they’ll not hold back. Instead of reporting about her wonderful work for military children they’ll connect her with German criminals.”

  “Darcey would still be safer with me at my home than half way across the world.” Anthony is insistent on having everything under his control.

  “It seems to me that people are attacked or end up dead when they are around you therefore I’m not discussing this matter any further. I’ve arranged for Darcey to be on a jet to Dubai Friday morning and out of the spotlight until this is all over.” Garner turns to leave the room.

  Anthony glares whilst accepting that Garner is right on all accounts, the facts speak for themselves. I can hear him sigh heavily as he looks down at the floor before barking “For how long?”

  “For as long as it takes for us to make contact with these people responsible and sort this mess out.” He twists to face us as he opens the door “Shall we continue our meeting with Ms Lowe?” then he exits the room.

  “Anthony you have just admitted to him that we are together, he’ll terminate my contract.” I’m astonished at Anthony’s fury.

  “Darcey you’re the jewel in Dorton’s crown right now, there’s no way he is going to end your employment. He’ll go out of his way to ensure he keeps you safe.” Anthony tucks a hair behind my ear and gently strokes my cheek.

  My hands wander around his waist as I inhale his intoxicating scent. I stretch upwards to softly kiss his lips.

  “What have I involved you in? Darcey I’m so sorry, you had a normal life before we met. Now you’re under heavy surveillance and being sent to Dubai far from your friends and family.” He squeezes my body closer to his firm chest as he stares down into my eyes.

  “Anthony it won’t be for long, I’ve faith in you. I know you’ll sort this out.” His lips are warm as they brush my mouth.

  “Come on, we better get back in there.” Anthony frees me from his embrace.

  The meeting is tedious covering details of speeches, journey arrangements, dinner seating plans and communication with the media. Marie presses to arrange a one to one meeting before I leave for Dubai to finalise details of the merger and understand the education model. I don’t commit knowing that my weekend is looking busy. Monday possibly Tuesday will be with Richard leaving Wednesday my only free day. Marie accepts a provisional for Wednesday lunchtime. My mind wanders to booking the Arcazia Spa for Thursday afternoon for Lesley and me.

  Anthony is tense and protective towards me, still trying to control the Award’s evening arrangements. He insists that I’m seated beside him, with Richard to my right. Obviously Marie will be sitting the other side of Anthony. He gives little away about his spat with the Colonel as Garner displays his ultimate charm all for Marie’s benefit.

  I gather documents as the meeting draws to an end and then bid Marie farewell as I move towards the office door.

  “Darcey, one more thing” Colonel Garner raises his voice ending Anthony and Marie’s chatter. “Please contact Officer Blake this morning and inform him of your movements throughout the weekend. Make sure you are escorted on all trips. Clear?”

  Gazing back from the door my heart sinks at the thought that I have a full time baby sitter. “Clear!” I retort and close the door behind me.

  Passing Angela on my way back to my office we make arrangements to meet for lunch. In the dining room she is persistent with her curious unremitting questions about Daniel and Anthony but I find the time with her refreshing and a breather from tormenting myself about German hit men.

  Returning to my office I spot Anthony outside in the car park saying goodbye to Marie. I roll my eyes in frustration; they’ll see each other again this evening when Anthony reaches Hornchurch. She’s going to have him all to herself for the next couple of days and then again next week. My blood is starting to boil at the thought of them spending so much time together. Anthony always treats her with sincere affection every time they meet. He never tries to control her like he does with me.

  Back in my office I drop to my desk and throw myself into the Dorton Stables Project. I research Mr Watson and his agricultural business, very successful long standing farm but early in the year he was rocked by the slaughter of much of his livestock due to a deadly virus that swept through much of the country. Like many farms he has made a huge loss. He also submitted a planning application to update and extend his current grain drying operations which will be costly especially with the loss of profits in April this year.

  Mr Watson will certainly need the money right now and his stables are only housing his private horses and not setup as a business with steady income. If he sold off his stables he could carry on with his planned extension operations and also replenish animal livestock.

  My business case was coming together nicely offering free stabling for his horses and also an additional grant for his planned extension due to the connection with educational enterprises.

  There is a knock at the door as I continue to type in a flurry of excited energy.

  “Come in.” I don’t look up as the door opens and Anthony enters closing the door and turning the lock. This action immediately captures my attention as my fingers tap slowly and my eyes rise upwards in his direction.

  He confidently moves towards me and not a word is uttered. Reaching my swivel chair he spins me around as I grab the armrests for support.

  “Ms Brooks I have a problem.” Anthony remains serious

  “Oh really?” I unconvincingly contain my sarcasm.

  “I have an addiction and supply will be scarce over the next couple of days.” His manly frame towers over me.

  “That is a problem!” I mock resting back in my chair. “Surely you can secure a hit local to your base?”

  Tilting forwards his hand wanders along my inner thigh. “No the drug I receive is pure and provides the ultimate high.”

  “No drug can be that good; there must be some nasty side effects?” I open my legs wider daring him to search further.

  His fingers reach my stocking top and splay around my bare flesh.

  “Yes the side effects include insomnia, loss of concentration…” His lips move close to my ear, with his fingers dancing higher as he continues his list of self-inflicted suffering. “Heart palpitations, giddiness and constant stiffness!” Anthony’s eyes twinkle as he grins cheekily.

  “Surely no addiction is worth such hardship?�
�� I push my hips forward to greet his roaming fingers.

  His touch glides over my silky knickers as his mouth moves closer to mine

  “I couldn’t live without it.”

  His mouth claims mine hungrily as I cup his groin and stroke the hardness inside his trousers. I lower his zip running a hand inside, up and down his stiff length. His tongue licks and delves deeper into my mouth as his fingers slither beneath the fabric of my underwear and massages my clitoris. I gasp in appreciation of his touch and groan inside his mouth as I free his firm cock. My hand glides slowly up to his tip where juices ooze and trickle over my fingers.

  Releasing his stiffness I lick my fingertips while Anthony watches and rubs my moist lips inside my knickers. Rocking forwards in my chair I push Anthony up straight. Grasping hold of his cock with both hands I twirl my tongue around the tip and with each rising tug of my fists I scoop up his droplets of excitement. His breathing is louder and faster as he gives himself up to me with his thick head probing deeper into my throat.

  He is insatiable and oblivious to the rest of the world when we are together like this. He allows me to possess his soul completely and relinquishes any control he has over me. He is mine, all mine at my will.

  Dropping to his knees in front of me, between my parted legs he dips his head down separating my thighs, maintaining eye contact. He pushes aside my gusset with the tip of his tongue and strokes my wet lips and tweaks my clitoris. He repeats this over and over sending me into a heady euphoria. Plunging his tongue deep inside my aching, I breathe deeply, leaning back with one hand entangled in his hair. I grind my hips around and around against his mouth with my clitoris fighting for attention of his skilful tongue. Sighing I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer with each stroke dipping deeper.

  Anthony’s hands wander to unbutton my blouse revealing my breasts perking over the top of my white silk bra. Pulling the bra cup down, he twists my nipple sparking excitement throughout my body as he inserts one finger inside me. I draw in a long breath and clench my thighs to pull him closer still. Rising up he takes my nipple into his mouth and gently kneads with his teeth and then sucks hard in turn as he strokes rhythmically inside me.

  My openness begins to pulse against his wet fingers as I push down wanting more. I don’t care where I am, I need him so badly with every inch of my body. I ache to be fucked senseless.

  Anthony stands grabbing hold of my bare buttocks and deposits me onto the curved desktop. His mouth tastes of my sex as he licks my lips and stands above me pumping his erect cock with one hand. Pushing slowly inside, I throw back my head, closing my eyes and arch my back to take him all. His mouth claims my nipple and bites softly as his length fills me with each hard thrust.

  I twist my hips to rub against him with my orgasm growing as I try to stifle my moans. Anthony is driven by the potent sensation and hypnotically watches my mounting pleasure in his masterly hands while his wet cock gyrates inside my openness. My body trembles as my climax nears until Anthony smothers my ecstatic cries with his mouth. He slows his pace pushing deep, kissing me hard.

  We lock eyes as his groans build, thrusting deeper and faster, parting my thighs further and tightly gripping my buttocks. He throws back his head releasing a deep breath pushing deep inside as his hardness convulses. I rest my head on his chest as he buries his face into my hair. We hold each other not speaking for a few seconds and then look into each other’s eyes, smiling and chuckling as we slowly acknowledge our surroundings and the craziness of our selfish actions.

  “Darcey I leave for Hornchurch in one hour but I will be back with you for Sunday lunch.” He kisses the top of my head “What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?”

  “Food shopping on my way home to Mum’s then a movie and take away pizza. Tomorrow morning, cooking, cleaning, afternoon dress shopping with Mum and Lesley then Lola is joining us for early evening drinks and dinner at Willie’s Bar and Grill.” I don’t look up to see the disapproval in his face.

  “I thought you were going to be sensible and lay low?” His words are laced with agitation.

  “We are four adults, I’m sure we can be sensible!”

  “Make sure Officer Blake escorts you everywhere.” He pulls back zipping up his trousers knowing that there was no point in trying to reason with me. “I’ll call you later tonight, I have to go.” He places a final soft kiss on my lips before he unlocks the door and is gone.

  After tidying my appearance and a trip to the little girl’s room I reluctantly finish my business proposal. Feeling satisfied with my effort and final draft, I put together a presentation pack and then turn my thoughts to Sunday lunch, printing my food shopping list.

  Simon Blake knocks at my door at 2pm as agreed. He is quite passive and hardly presents himself as a trained army officer dressed down in blue jeans and a dark grey jacket.

  “Are you ready to go Ms Brooks?”

  Standing I close down my computer and pick up my handbag. “Yup let’s hit Tesco.”

  Simon follows me to the supermarket and insists he walks around the aisles with me. He isn’t the most talkative person and I struggle to make conversation.

  Mum is so pleased to see me and helps me unpack the shopping as Simon carries the bags in from the car.

  “Ms Brooks will you need me anymore this evening?” He tucks his hands nervously back into his jacket pockets.

  “No Simon, that will be all for today and please call me Darcey.” I smile trying to break the ice between us.

  “Ok I’ll be back at 13.30pm tomorrow as agreed.” He turns to leave and then stops “Darcey if you should need me this evening please call my mobile and I’ll come straight away, have a good evening.”

  I fill Mum in about the award and Dubai and she is understandably really pleased for me but troubled about the prospect of me being so far away. I don’t mention my apartment being trashed so not to worry her further. We talk about Daniel and Anthony and she listens to my wine induced confessions about my love for both but in different ways. Mum admits she is a little nervous about meeting Anthony’s family on Sunday and I assure her how easy going and fun they are. Mum is so looking forward to clothes shopping tomorrow and drinks with Lola and Lesley in the evening.

  My phone rings, it is Anthony. “Hi babe, what are you up to?”

  My heart flutters as I grin to myself. I can hear chatting in the background and recognise Marie’s voice which throws me into a fit of jealousy. “We are eating Pizza and just about to watch a movie, is that Marie I can hear?”

  “Yes” he washes over that question. “Have you taken your medication?”

  “I will after we have eaten. Are you having a nice time with Marie?” I can’t hide my insecurity when he’s with her.

  “Darcey, are you jealous?” His tone is mischievous provoking a reaction.

  “Do as you please, why should I care?” I notice my mother rolling her eyes and shaking her head at my ill attitude.

  “You care because you love me, am I wrong?” I’m silent listening to him “You love me touching you, kissing you, deep inside you until you come and I love everything about you.”

  “Anthony is that the drink talking?” I blush a little as my Mum fidgets clearing away pizza boxes to the kitchen.

  “No I have had two glasses of white wine and a whole bottle of Chateau Darcey.”

  He is silent again.

  “Anthony I miss you.” I can’t resist him any longer.

  “Darcey, I miss you too. I better go as they are looking for me, speak to you tomorrow evening. Good night.”

  Cozied up on the sofa in pyjamas we watch Chicago together for it must be the 10th time! We chat making plans to stay overnight in the West End to see the show and also go shopping when I return from Dubai. My first day back to work with a full on meeting and producing a Business Case, not to mention sex on my desk has totally exhausted me. Soon enough I fall asleep on the sofa as Mum tidies away glasses and the empty bottle of wine.

  I
wake to see daylight through the curtains finding myself curled up under a duvet on the sofa. I have managed to sleep through the whole night and I am so pleased with myself. Stretching I spot that it has just gone seven in the morning and my brain is kicking into gear immediately thinking about the cooking and cleaning to be done before lunchtime.

  Still in my pyjamas I make some fresh coffee and toast as I start on my cheesecake biscuit base and melted chocolate for the filling. By the time Mum emerges the pudding is baking in the oven and I am cracking on with my layered terrine.

  “Morning dear, did you sleep well?” She is showered, dressed and clutching a basket of laundry that she stuffs into the washing machine.

  “Yes thanks; I’m making good progress with the menu for tomorrow.” I spoon in my final avocado layer and place the terrine back in the fridge to set. “Pudding and Starter done!”

  The time is only 8.25am as I load the dishwasher with the many bowls, pans and spoons. The next three hours I change the bed linen, hoover, dust and clean the bathroom and shower rooms. I then turn my attention to artistically arranging flower displays of fresh orange Gerber, white Roses and Chrysanthemums in the kitchen and lounge. The whole house gleams and smells of delicious white chocolate cheesecake as it sits to cool on the kitchen work surface. Mum and I, still in my pyjamas slump on the sofa to enjoy a well-earned coffee.

  While I shower and dress choosing jeans and my favourite figure hugging turquoise top, Mum knocks up a wicked Chicken Caesar Salad. We sit eating at the breakfast bar enjoying each other’s company. I have forgotten how good it felt to live with someone and share the household chores and cooking at the weekend.

  Simon turns up on time at 1.30pm and we get ridiculously excited about being chauffeured to town in a silver luxurious Bentley. We relax back in the soft grey leather seats and watch the world go by through the tinted windows as though I had not a worry in the world right now.

  We reach Deena’s shop and Simon escorts us in and then waits in the car park. Mum is overjoyed to see Lesley again and the first half hour is spent with chit chat as I swish through the rows of hanging dresses watching my mother’s smiling face. I love to see her happy like this.