by M. P. Lodi
Emily
Emily walked into the kitchen to see her Aunt looking at the cover of this morning’s L.I. Newsday. Her adopted Aunt Diana still had a stack on the kitchen table. All on the murder of her boss Mr. R. and also of the death of his son and best friend on a boat the day after. Foul play was suspected according to the South Hampton Police and then the FBI, which took over the investigation. The news was on the cover of Newsday in one form or fashion for eight days, and everyone in New York, especially on Long Island, knew the strange circumstances of the deaths. Today, many weeks later, the news still dominated everyone in South Hampton.
It was nine in the morning and her Aunt was enjoying her morning coffee. Emily had tried to avoid her for a few days knowing the torrent of questions that would be lobbed at her about Jen, but she could no longer avoid them.
“Em, have you spoken with Jen? I'm starting to worry about her. She's been MIA for days now. She’s only been home once in the last week, I’ve had texts saying that everything is OK and she is taking a break, but she's unemployed, so what is she taking a break from?”
Her Aunt stood from her seat at her monitor and went to the coffee machine. Emily knew to sit down as Aunt Diana loved to serve her the morning coffee. She made it just as she loved it, light with two sugars. “I'm worried about her. She's being very evasive and I'm already nervous from what's been going on.” Her aunt said while making a cup of coffee for Em. Her Aunt had MSNBC on for the morning news, but Emily changed the channel to ABC.
“Well, anything?” Her Aunt prompted for an answer.
Em had to say something. Her adopted Aunt was genuinely worried about Jen, and she had been like a mother to both girls since they were just eight years old. Having to raise her sister's child after her sister and brother-in-law died in a car crash, wasn't easy for Aunt Diana. Jen was a handful for years after her parents' death which is why Em was living in their apartment. She had been there to help with Jen, who was really a total mess back then.
“I'm not supposed to say anything to you, but she was embarrassed and didn't want to tell you. She is with her boyfriend. Please keep that quiet.” Emily confessed.
Her Aunt sat down and handed over the cup of coffee. “She's shacking up. That's something I've grown to expect from you, disappearing for days at a time with men.” She said with a smile. Em had done the same at least ten times since she turned seventeen, and Aunt Diana had warned her of the reputation she created.
Her Aunt then realized the channel was changed and made a face “Why did you touch my TV? I like MSNBC, stop touching it. You're just like your Jen.” She changed it back to 'her channel'. Then they both heard the front door open and close.
Aunt Diana's face smirked and a couple of seconds later Jen came in, right on time. Jen caught the glance from Emily before looking at her Aunt. “Hi, good morning” she said after Em's expression and sideways glance told her what to expect. Aunt Diana just looked at her.
“I'm sorry I didn't call, I was real busy and last night I was dead tired and shut my phone.” Jen said.
Aunt Diana got up and went to the coffee machine. She pointed to the empty seat next to Em to prompt Jen to sit down. She knew she was in for it. Em covered her eyes and laughed silently as their Aunt made Jen a cup of coffee. While her Aunt was up, Em reached over and changed her channel again real fast so she wouldn't notice.
“What are you laughing at?” Aunt Dianna asked Em, who then stopped laughing and looked over with wide eyes.
Jen looked tired. She had on sweatpants and a huge t-shirt that almost went down to her knees. Damn, her man must be a tall one. Aunt Diana brought over Jen’s coffee, she didn't put it on the table though which forced Jen to look up into her face, which she had been avoiding. “Young lady, what do you mean you shut your phone? I've been calling for days.” She put the cup in front of her and sat back in her seat. Then, her face turned slowly to look directly at Em again.
“Listen up, both of you, we're all in a bit of trouble. The Executor of Mr. R's Will is cutting back on staff on all of Mr. R’s properties.” That made Emily and Jen take notice.
“What's wrong, why do you seem worried? You know they'd never fire you.” Jen responded.
Aunt Diana took in a deep breath and let it out. “They already cut the household budget, and they're going to slash it some more. I needed to buy fertilizer for the gardens, but he denied my request.”
Jen smiled and laughed briefly as both Em and her Aunt stared at her.
“What's so funny?” Em asked.
Jen looked at them both and said “She’s saying that she can't even buy shit.” Before Em covered her eyes, she saw Aunt Diana's face staring at Jen with ‘evil eyes’. Em found it hard to hold in her laughter once she got what Jen meant. It was clearly too early for humor.
Jen took a sip of her coffee, but couldn't hold her laughter in for long enough, causing the coffee to spill out of her mouth and nose. With the two girls laughing so much, Aunt Diana finally joined in.
That was some nice tension relief. After a few moments the need to laugh passed.
“Don't worry about anything. We'll manage.” Jen said reassuringly.
“Oh, she who doesn't even have a job tells us 'we'll manage'. Aunt Diana shook her head.
Jen cleaned some of the coffee that spilt on the table with some napkins. “My life has been a vast series of awkward, humiliating, and traumatic experiences, only separated by snacks and sleep. I think I can handle us not affording shit... I mean fertilizer.”
With that Jen jumped up saying “I have to get some of my clothes, I'm staying out this next week. I'll call you both later, I have to run.” Em and their Aunt just watched as Jen flew out of the room.
“You see what a little dick does to women? I don't need to tell you.” Aunt Dianna pointed out.
Em started laughing as she rose from her seat. “I've spoken to her about her man. It's not little.”
Her Aunt's face looked pissed, but then flashed to a slight almost hidden smile.
Em got up and followed Jen into the bedroom, and stood by the door for a few seconds watching as Jen threw some clothes into Em's suitcase. “That's a nice suitcase you have there.” Em sarcastically remarked.
Jen turned and said “Sorry...I meant to ask you. I need it, you don't mind, do you?” Em didn't answer as Jen kept packing.
“You're really in love, aren't you?” She walked over to Jen and hugged her. “I'm so happy for you, when can I meet him? I need to meet this man.”
“Maybe soon. I'm going to talk to him tonight about it. He'll understand that I told you. Don't forget, it's a matter of life and death. Don’t text, tell or speak of it to anyone. Not even Aunt Diana.”
“Don't worry hon. Anyway, what's the rush, why are you packing so fast?”
Jen turned to face Em “I left an orange, and a package of oatmeal on the dresser, so he sees it when he gets out of the shower.”
Em looked at her strangely “What does that mean?” Jen closed the suitcase and said “Well I left a note too, it said 'I'm thinking of things that start with an O. I want to give you another, going to get my clothes, will be back in fifteen minutes.’”
Em smiled. “That's from that book. I forgot the name. You’re both so into each other.” Em kissed her on her cheek, but then she noticed some marks on both of Jen’s wrists.
“What are these marks?” She demanded an answer from her friend.
Jen was smiling and looked a little flushed. “Love marks.”
“You kinky devil you. I have some toys you can borrow, including that pair of police handcuffs you had me lock you in a few months ago to 'test out' as you called it.”
Jen smiled and asked “Where are they?”
Jackson
Jackson looked at the orange, the package of oatmeal and the note. Jen could stir him inside more than any other woman he'd ever known. He smiled, and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned away fast, after noticing that he looked too much like his fa
ther and was trying to keep his mind distracted of all that was going on.
The F.B.I. had their Agent Rosten talk to him last night. Rosten had told him it might be as soon as a week before it was all over, if all works well. Then they will announce to the world how Jackson and his friend faked their death with the F.B.I.'s help in order to find Jackson's killer and prevent the theft of possibly billions of dollars. The main culprits being Jackson's younger brother Brent, and the current acting Chairman of the Board. Money can make people do awful things. It would break Jackson’s heart if his little brother Brent was involved as suspected, it would hurt almost as much as the death of his father. He hadn't spoken to Brent in months and couldn’t even call him due to the instructions of the FBI.
“Your patient has returned.” Noah shouted up to Jackson, who could hear both him and Jen laughing downstairs. She would be coming up the stairs any second, probably with the clothes that her note told him she was going to get. She had to drive all the way around the block so her Aunt wouldn’t see her driving into the property.
He checked the bed, where he had placed carefully tied scarves at the foot board and headboard, all ready for him to have some more fun with her. They were hidden by the blanket at the foot board, and pillows at the top of the bed.
He had his belt under one of the pillows as well. The leather 2 inch wide one that Jen loved. This woman made his cock rise just thinking about her. He could make love to her ten hours a day, and had. They’d had two sex marathons so far, stopping merely to drink water and use the restroom.
Outside, a loud thunderclap was over-head. It rattled Jackson’s large window, overlooking the gardens outside. He left it open, as the rain could never come in due to the guards and the angle. He looked out of his window and saw the rain coming down hard. Another quick storm, he guessed.
The weather of South Hampton was generally very warm and comfortable this time of the year. At times it could get sweltering hot. Storms though could quickly come and go. Sometimes, it would only take minutes for the weather to change from dark and dull, to beautiful clear skies. It was almost as if God would wipe his hand clear across the sky leaving a stunning shade of blue.
Jen walked up and into the room. This main suite of the mansion was enormous. The best attraction was the antique four poster, canopied bed, with high vaulted ceilings and a classical look that screamed 'wealth'. That's what Jen had told him. Jackson though never knew a life of not having the best of everything. He would still gladly swap it all to have his father back.
Jackson watched her as she walked in with her bag. “So you're into the letter O?” Jackson smiled, watching her as she threw the suitcase on the floor by the door.
“A gentleman would have helped me with the bag.” She said with her hands on her hips, and a challenging look in her eyes. She was tempting him to start up, and he loved her for it.
“What makes you think I'm a gentleman?” Jackson stared at her body as he walked to the door and closed it, locking it behind him. She walked to the window as he turned around from the door.
“Damn, look at the storm I just missed by a few minutes. I would have been soaked.”
He walked over to her at the window. She still faced it as he came up behind her, “I love to see you all wet.” He hugged her from behind, and she turned to face him. Putting her hands around his neck, she kissed him. She pushed his arms off of her and ran and jumped on the bed.
Jackson walked to the bed, so many thoughts and ideas competed in his head on what to do with and to her. “I think I could almost read your mind.”
“Oh really?” She said.
Jen
She loved that about him. He really could read her mind, especially when it came to sex. She admired and looked over Jackson's body. When his shirt was off she felt compelled to look and often stare at his chest. It was shaven like that of a body-builder and sculpted to perfection. His muscles drew her eyes and forced her to look at them. Jen was always into a man's chest. That and a serious ass. Jackson was blessed with both, meaning that she too was blessed with both.
“I'm feeling horny, how about you?” Jackson took her in with his eyes. He already knew her answer as she licked her lips while taking in the sight of his upper body. He stood there for a few seconds in his boxers before pulling them down completely. Jen couldn’t take her eyes away as he was almost rock hard.
“If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?” Jackson joked with her. It was the fifth time that he had repeated that same joke, so she wasn’t overly amused, but she loved him regardless. He was her corny boyfriend who loved her, and that was all that mattered.
She knelt on the bed and said “I might have to smack you if you don't do as I say.” She pulled off her sweatpants and took her top off. He moved to the bed and pulled her closer to him. “Excuse me, girlfriend. You think you can smack me?”
His mouth caught hers as he positioned their bodies, pinning her under him. His hot, sexy, smooth body made her heart jump a few beats. His hard cock pressed against her leg, then stomach, and finally her pussy. She put up a slight fight as he struggled to pin her arms down to the bed. He managed to grab both of her wrists, and restrained them over her head. He was too strong for her, she had not even a third of his strength.
Jen gasped as he thrust into her. She had been wet since she saw his naked chest, knowing what was to come. She didn't expect it so fast. He thrust again and again, while holding her wrists down to the bed over her head. He wasn't playing this time. No teasing, he went right for her pussy. She struggled to break free, knowing she didn't want to be able to.
He held her down firmly as he pounded into her. t was raw, and powerful. Not like his usual loving rhythmic motions. It was pure heat, pure fire throughout her body. He paused the thrusts to bite lightly on her neck, a caressing bite that grew harder, increasing her pleasure at just the right spot under her left ear. He knew that was it. That was her sweet spot and she couldn't stop him. He rolled her skin between his teeth and then sucked hard. Moving across her neck on the side, lightning bolt waves of pleasure shot through her body. They shot from her neck, then intensified inside her, where his cock continued to thrust in and out.
He hit that spot, where the head of his cock rubbed deep inside her. He drove into her harder and harder, as she wrapped her legs around his body. His pounding into her didn't stop and for a brief moment, she thought he might hurt her. He just thrust faster and harder, and all she could think of was to want it even deeper. Jackson wasn't teasing this time. No sir. He was hitting her as far back as he could go. Her own body wouldn't let his cock go any further, but that was the pleasure zone. A special spot inside her that she couldn't stop the pleasure from building and exploding.
“Please, let me go.” Jen begged. It was her fantasy to be taken by her dominant man. She fought against his hands, pinning her wrists. She had been sticking her nails into his left hand with each thrust of his cock. He raised both of her hands higher, squeezing her wrists as he let go of her neck with his mouth.
He lifted her clear off of the bed a few times now, thrusting into her as she used her legs to pull him closer into her as he hurt and pleasured her at the same time. She lost control over herself and then... She had exploded, in waves... her pussy clenched his cock. Several times the force of her muscles inside clenched his manhood, in between his thrusts. He kept pounding into her, as her legs became weak. He pushed as deep as he could go while she was climaxing.
Time didn't mean anything to Jen. Pleasure was overwhelming her body. His thrusts were powerful, and his hands holding hers above her head prevented her from moving higher up the bed with each thrust. She breathed heavily, losing focus. A second wave of fire spread from her pussy and head to every other part of her.
She whimpered his name, and was answered with more thrusts as Jackson used one hand to hold both of her arms above her head and used his other to silence her lips. He put his right palm over her mouth, firmly holding h
er head down to the bed as he thrust again and again. She loved the feeling of being able to scream against his hand-gag, and she tried to while the rolling pleasure heated every part of her body. She wanted him to keep going. Her mouth caressed his hand under his hard press, and her lips made love to his hand, silent. She was almost done. Spent.
Finally, his body went solid. Like one piece of iron laying on top of her, he let out a moan that was music to her ears. He pounded in once, then eased a little. Then a second time with less force, and finally, a third time, and was done. His heavy breathing was what was left in Jen's left ear as his head laid rest there. She loved that sound, almost as much as she loved his moan.
He let her hands free, picked his head up and looked into her eyes “Jen...” His body rested partially on hers. He used his right arm to lean on to keep his full weight off of her. With his left, he stroked her hair and put his head in her neck, nuzzling against her warm skin. He nibbled on her ear and kissed her gently. A wonderful warm breeze came in from her window. It smelled of a fresh storm, and spring rain with flowers and grass.
The two of them held each other close. They both came down and relaxed. Jen knew this man would be with her for the rest of her life, she cared about nothing and no one as much as she did Jackson. Any man that could give her such pleasure and love had her undying loyalty for the rest of their lives.
“Hey... I got the bed all ready for us before you came back.” He said.
She looked up into his eyes “What do you mean you got the bed all ready?” She smiled at him and looked at his chest and arms as he pushed his upper body up off of hers.
“I was ready to have you all tied up and at my mercy like we spoke about. The scarves are already attached to the bed, under the pillows.”
