by P. G. Van
“You ruined the blouse you idiot. I asked you to take it off not tear it apart,” I said provocatively knowing it would piss him off.
Without a word, he turned me around and picked me up to tote me over one shoulder and walked towards the bedroom.
“You need to be disciplined,” he said spanking me.
“Oooh, I’m scared,” I retorted as he flung me onto the bed. My back hit the mattress as I laughed looking at his grim expression. He was clearly turned on, and I knew my comments were fueling his arousal.
I slid out of the blouse that barely clung to my chest and threw it at him as he stood staring down at me. He caught the blouse before it hit his face and threw it to the ground.
My breath got caught in my throat when I saw him pounce onto the bed with desire burning in his eyes. I wanted him, and I wanted him so bad that I wanted him to destroy me.
“You better be scared baby!!”
His breath was hot against my cheek when his lips crashed into mine with a wild primitive hunger. His lips were firm and demanding, and all I wanted to do was give in, and I did. I let his tongue slip past my lips without a fight, and I moaned when he squeezed my breast cupping it in his large palm. He switched from one hardened bud to another kissing me with a hunger I had not seen before. His hunger fueled my inner need running my palms over his back enjoying the feel of his hardness digging into my mound through his jeans.
“You are no where close to getting me baby,” he snickered pulling his hips away from mine.
“Don’t be an ass, Reyan…please,” I said when he gently slapped away my palms when I reached for his jeans’ zipper.
“Patience baby…patience will make this night perfect,” he said nipping on my belly button.
“This is torture,” I declared throwing my head back when he dug his tongue into my navel.
I could feel the heat emanating from my folds down below and the pulsation in my muscles that wanted to surround and take in his nine-inch hardness. I moaned in anticipation grabbing his hair when he went south to the waistband on the flowing maxi skirt. The skirt was part of the three-piece outfit I was trying on just before Reyan showed up.
His hands searched eagerly for the clasp on the waistband; I knew he was getting impatient, and I was more impatient this time. I let go of his hair and reached for the clasp on the skirt only to have them slapped away by him.
“That’s my job.”
“You are sucking at your job today,” I wailed unable to handle the throbbing ache between my legs.
“I can’t take this anymore, fuck me Reyan, fuck me hard.” It was half cry, half plea.
“Talk to me hotness, tell me what you want,” he requested, his voice huskier than usual as he slipped the layered skirt down leaving me with just my panties that had miraculously stayed in tact in spite of the scorching heat my body produced in that area.
The soft cotton sheets felt ice cold against my heated body, and no amount of the cool breeze from the San Francisco Bay was going to cool me down.
Reyan trailed his lips lower towards the waistband of my panties and just when I clenched my stomach in anticipation of his tongue on my folds, he trailed his lips back up to my nipples that had hardened and coaxed them turning them into pebbles.
I panted and moaned digging my nails into his neck and back arching beneath him eagerly for his mouth to go to my pleasure center that had been dying to be touched.
“Reyan...” I sobbed unable to handle the throbbing of my swollen clit.
“Oh baby, I love it when you are so hot for me, what do you want?”
“I want a fucking Aussie,” I started to scream and it died in it’s path when I felt his long, skillful fingers running circles over the damp spot on the sheer fabric of my panties.
I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and squeezed my eyes shut when I felt his heated breath skimming on my inner thighs.
“What do I do now baby?” he teased poking his tongue through the dampness on my fabric.
“Take it off?” I yelled.
“Take off what love?”
I let go off his shoulders and reached for my panties.
“No, you will not. If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I am going to tie you up.” I had nothing to challenge his commanding tone with and moaned clasping my fingers in his hair.
“Good girl,” he said reaching up to plant a kiss on my lips as he slipped the last piece of the unwanted fabric off my body. He let go of my lips and went down under for a kiss that shot waves of pleasure through my body.
“Reyan, please don’t stop,” I pleaded as he plunged his tongue in and out of my inner folds while rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb. I threw my head back gripping the sheets with both hands; he took his lips to rim my clit sucking it swollen.
I lost all control when he dug his fingers into my pleasure cave, and my body bucked against him eager for a release with every lick on my clit. I called out his name and tossed my head from side to side feeling the explosion of sensations from within, the joy of being at the mercy of the virile man who knew how to drive me over the edge and hold me there only to release me into ecstasy.
“Remember this when you say ‘fuck you’ to me,” he hummed against my clit as he worked on triggering another exothermic reaction from within.
“Fuck you!!” I screamed, raking my fingers on his shoulders as I lost the battle of the sexes and gave into pure pleasure and desire.
*****
“Reyan, she is here in San Francisco!!” I called out from the bedroom looking at my phone.
“Who is baby?” Reyan asked surprised.
“Nandini Singhal, the author. My favorite author!!”
“Yeah, she is here for a few weeks,” Reyan said softly walking back towards the closet.
“I want to go meet her this weekend, Reyan. I’m sure we’ll have too much going on the weekend of the wedding.” Reyan’s brother was getting married in two weeks, and I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to meet the author who was not only my favorite author but my mom’s favorite one too.
“The weekend is tomorrow baby, are you sure you can go?” he asked softly.
“Yes, I am going to move my appointments with Annie and Chloe to a later time.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s such a weird thing to say Reyan. You know I’ve wanted to meet her for so long,” I mocked.
“What time do you want to go?”
“What do you mean what time? I think we need an appointment.” I scrunched my nose.
“No we don’t, baby,” he called out from the closet.
“Really?” I got off the bed and walked towards the closet and added, “My boyfriend is really influential.”
He laughed shaking his head as I put my arms around him and said, “I want to go first thing in the morning if we can. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“You got it!! Oh, and did my mom call you?” he asked bringing his lips to my cheek.
“Yup, she wants me to go to this Indian jewelry place on Monday.”
“Oh boy,” he sighed.
“What?”
“That means I won’t see you all night on Monday.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think she’d spend that much time in a store.” I tightened my hold around his neck as his lips went down mine.
“You have no idea,” he nipped the skin on my neck.
“Okay stop,” I said pulling back and added, “even if she wants to spend all evening at the store, I don’t mind. She is very sweet. I was nervous about meeting your parents a couple of weeks ago after our restaurant episode, but I like them,” I said smiling at him.
“I am glad to hear that, sweetheart.”
“I’m sure you said something about not talking to me about…a certain family,” I winked.
“Maybe I did,” he teased his voice muffled against my neck.
The following day, I stood in front of the Indian community center unable to contain my excite
ment that I was going to meet my favorite author. I held my mom’s book in my hand and could feel my palms getting sweaty.
“Are you nervous baby?” Reyan asked wrapping his arm around my waist.
I nodded unable to speak. He chuckled and said, “I am too.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“Because you are.” He laughed.
“How did you manage to get us in at such short notice?”
“Well, I told her I was bringing my girlfriend, and she wanted to meet you.” He grinned.
“You talked to the author?”
“I told you she is a family friend.”
“Is she going to assess if I am good enough for you? Should I stand frozen for a few minutes so she can scan me?” I mocked.
“I told you only my aunt does that. She does that with every girl that is going out with any guy in the family,” he said shaking his head.
“I am okay to stand frozen for her perusal as long as I can get my mom’s book signed,” I declared as we walked towards the banquet hall where the event was set up.
Reyan and I walked past a group of people discussing the books and saw people lined up to have the author sign their books.
“The line is here,” I pulled Reyan back when he started walking past the end of the line.
“You don’t need to get into line baby, trust me.”
“Okay fine!!”
Reyan took a step forward and turned around surprising me.
“Vinnie, do I still have my ‘anything I want’ card”? he asked taking me by surprise.
“What the heck? Why are you asking about that here?”
“Because I am going to use it now!” he declared.
“What the heck are you talking about?” I asked annoyed that he was delaying my meeting with the author.
“I want you to take the next three weeks as they are. I want you to do what is needed. Is that fair?” he asked boring his eyes into mine.
“Reyan, why are you being so weird about it and why here? We can talk about it after we go home.”
“No, baby, now, the three weeks of Vinnie going with the flow starts this minute. Do you agree?” he insisted.
“Reyan, you know I would do it even if you didn’t have your ultimate card,” I said softly.
“Sweetheart, promise me you will, and you will accept things the way they are for the next three weeks.”
“Okay, I promise. I will do whatever you ask me to do, will that be easier?” I said putting my arm around his waist.
Reyan nodded, his expression firm as he brought his lips to my forehead. He took me by my hand and led me towards one side of the huge banquet hall.
“The author is over there, we should be headed that way,” I reminded him, laughing.
“She will come to you.”
“Oh…” I stood next to him in silence looking at the author surrounded by her team and her fans. I had expected the author to be an elderly woman, but she didn’t seem to be a day older than forty.
“Is this the right author? She is too young to be an author of my mom’s time.”
“Trust me, she is the one.”
Reyan pulled out his phone and dialed a number. I watched as the woman standing next to the author answered the phone.
“Could you please let her know we are here, to your left?” He waved at the woman who had answered the phone. I saw the woman’s eyes widen when she turned to look in our direction.
I watched as the woman who answered the phone interrupt the author as she spoke to one of her fans and point in our direction. The author turned to look in our direction and from twenty feet away, I could see the blood drain from her face.
She jerked up from her chair knocking off a pile of books as she walked toward us.
“Take a deep breath baby, you wanted to see her. She is not only your favorite author but also the mother that has been looking for her daughter.” Reyan’s voice was soft but firm.
I stood frozen as the tall woman wound her arms around me crying her lungs out.
“Nandi, baby...I thought I’d never see you, where have you been?” she managed to utter amidst her sobs.
I stood frozen as she sobbed holding me to her. I looked at Reyan not knowing what to do or how to react only to find him looking at me smiling. I smiled back at him and put my arms around the woman who was my biological mother. I took a deep breath wondering why I wasn’t angry with her and why I didn’t let myself out of her arms. I just couldn’t, I wanted to hold her, I wanted to console her and make her feel better.
She pulled back cupping my cheeks with her palms and kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. “This is the best day of my life. I had lost hope that this day would ever come.”
I smiled at her and to my surprise I reached out to wipe her tears away. My heart could not bear to see the stranger in tears. She held my palm to her lips and continued to sob.
Reyan put his arm around her and said to the author, “You are freaking out your fans, get a hold of yourself. Vinnie is not going anywhere.”
“Rajee, I can’t do the event anymore. Can you please cancel it?” she told the woman who seemed to be her assistant.
“Rajee, hold it,” Reyan stopped the woman and added, “You can’t stop the event now. Vinnie and I will be back in a few hours to take you back to the hotel, and you can talk to her later.”
She nodded and turned to look at Reyan. “My baby is your girlfriend?”
“I told you you’d love her the second you saw her,” he smiled running his fingers through his hair.
“Thank you, Reyan!!” She reached out to place her palm on his cheek and blew him a kiss.
Reyan turned to look at me, “Vinnie, this is Nandini Singhal, the author you wanted to meet.”
I stared at the woman still not able to fully comprehend what was happening. I saw what I used to see in my mom’s eyes and had longed for that purest form of love that only a mother has for her child.
“You read my books?” she asked looking at the book I held in my hands.
“She writes too…just like her mother,” Reyan added putting his arm around me.
“Wow, I am so happy to hear that...” She put her arms around me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
She looked at Reyan and said, “I will be done with the event at noon. If I don’t see my daughter back here, you are a dead man, Reyan.”
“I got it, Mrs. Singhal,” Reyan teased as we left the banquet hall and headed out.
“Are you okay baby?” Reyan asked softly as we left the community center.
“I have mixed feelings Reyan. I wanted to be angry with her for giving me up for adoption, but I couldn’t be angry with her when I saw her.”
“She is an amazing person, Vinnie. I’ve known her all my life.”
“Reyan, I want to know why I was given up for adoption.”
“I can’t speak to it baby, you need to ask your mother.”
“I will,” I said wondering how I would ask her.
“So…now you know why you are so much taller than your mom and dad? You need to stop giving Meg grief over being a picky eater,” Reyan chuckled.
“Yes, a lot of things about me make so much more sense now and a lot more don’t make sense.”
Chapter 22
“I can’t do this by myself, I need you to be with me, Reyan.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t need me when you are talking to your mother,” Reyan objected.
“I am not going, if you’re not going.”
He looked at me silently for a minute and nodded. The book-signing event had taken longer, and it was almost three in the afternoon before we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.
“I want you to sit right next to me,” I ordered as we went up to one of the top floors of one of the luxury hotels in San Francisco. He put his arm around me but did not say anything.
The author’s assistant came to the door.
“Hey, Rajee. How was the event?” Reyan asked walking t
hrough the door taking me by my hand. The hotel room was a huge suite with a designated living and dining area and seemed to have more than one bedroom.
“It was a madhouse as usual. Your aunt is pretty famous,” the woman said, smiling and stretched her hand out, “Hi Nandi, I am Rajee, Mrs. Singhal’s executive assistant.”
“Hi Rajee, I’m Vinnie.”
“Sorry, hi Vinnie…it’s very hard for me not to call you Nandi. I’ve worked for Mrs. Singhal from the time she published her first book when Nandi was one,” Rajee said softly.
“Hi Vinnie, sorry to keep you waiting. I took Reyan’s advice and the event took two hours longer,” the author said smiling at us.
“You are famous around here,” he teased.
She came to sit next to me but did not overwhelm me like she did at the community center earlier that day by hugging me.
“Can I get you kids something to drink?”
“I am fine, thank you,” I mumbled.
“Will I get into trouble if I grabbed a drink from your mini bar?” Reyan asked heading toward what looked like a kitchenette.
“You’ll survive,” she laughed and something inside me clicked. I saw how her eyes glowed, her cheeks showed slight dimples, the nose scrunch and remembered a picture of mine that looked just like her. I took a deep breath fighting back the anxiety that was building up inside me.
“Vinnie, are you alright?” she asked softly.
“Yes, I am fine.”
“So...how did you and this guy end up together?” she asked winking at Reyan.
“She came looking for me in the middle of the night,” he said laughing as he sat next to me.
“Very interesting!! What do you write Vinnie?”
“I...I write literary fiction.”
“That’s great!! I would love to take a look at your work,” she encouraged.
“I love your work too, my mom...” I paused looking at her and when her expression did not change I continued, “she used to read your books and when they passed away, I started reading her books in her memory.”
“I am so sorry about that,” she said placing her palm gently on my knee.
