by J. S. Wilder
“Stephie didn’t just pay for your tuition fees. In fact, she made you sign a contract and tore it up, vowing to pay for nothing. I gave your family a helping hand too,” he says, before telling Henry to drive off.
Wow, did this all happen in one day?
Part of it made sense. Mrs Sparks was a bitch. Why would she burn my clothes and then support me all these years? The part that doesn’t make sense, is this the reason why Roy did it?
***
Sitting in the limo, I start to feel nauseated, until Roy breaks the silence, “Betty used to live in Tulse Hill. Did she ever tell you?”
I shake my head. What’s that got to do with anything? Yes, she told me that she used to live on an estate, but never where. He hands me a glass of scotch and I down it in one gulp.
“Betty was practically homeless and penniless when she came to work for Stephie’s family. She wanted a better life and when she saw the ad, it was the perfect opportunity.”
He draws in a breath while he’s trying to explain the story. I hand him my glass gesturing for another scotch. He takes the glass with one hand and holds onto the other for a moment. His lips brush my hand and I want to hit him because I hate him so much.
“Then, she fell pregnant and went to live with her best friend on the estate for a little while.”
Now, I know why Betty looks familiar, it’s nothing to do with her looking like Grandma, it’s because I’d seen her before. Everything was falling into place including the scotch, which makes Henry’s sharp turns feel even sharper.
“Sometimes, my mum would work during the night. When I was young a woman she would look after me—”
“Betty,” Roy states while turning and looking at me. He unbuckles his seatbelt and sits so near, that our bodies are stuck together like glue; I shut my eyes as I try to remain focussed. I don’t want him to distract me. Last night I wanted him to hold me in his arms, but now, I’m bewildered and need to go. He caused that!
“Your file was never randomly given to Stephie. She never changed her mind to start helping girls. Betty begged us to help you after her best friend called and told her about your situation and in return we helped you.”
It was never by chance. This was a set-up from the word go!
“Well, that part now makes sense and why Stephie hated me. But, why did she do it for Betty? I mean what did she have to gain?”
Roy shakes his head. “She sold her soul to the devil, so to speak. But that’s not what you want to know now.” He continues to stroke my hand and I find some comfort in it.
“That doesn’t explain you helping grandma or why mum slammed the door in my face.”
“Stephie burnt all your belongings and things. I found a way to help you indirectly, by sending a generous amount of money each week.”
“Generous?”
He waves his hands around at me. “The amounts are irrelevant.”
“So now my family think because you and I are together, they’ll continue to be supported?”
He nods and his iPad catches his eye and he turns it over and keeps holding my hand. “I remember the day when Betty told us about you. I looked you up.”
“Looked me up?”
“Google. You had won every event at your school that was possible.”
I blush because I never knew I was so popular. I enjoy studying, it feels like a second skin. I studied for spelling bees, mathematical challenges and it wasn’t until I got to uni that I realised there was more to life.
He’s stroking my hair and I want to move away. I don’t want to come under his spell one more time. With no resistance, he unbuckles my seatbelt and explores my mouth with his tongue. Hmm, it’s a bit like heaven. I taste the scotch on the tip of his tongue and envelope it with my mouth.
“I was obsessed with you from the moment I saw your picture. I knew straight away you were something unique, something I’d never seen before.”
“I’m not special.” I laugh because now I know he’s mocking me. We inhale each other’s breath like lovers. His hand is under my top and I don’t care. I want him to fuck me. Fuck the events that have taken place, all of them.
“Grandma’s friend came through,” were the last words that escape my mouth as Roy takes my top and jeans off as if he’s possessed. I want to protest, but the loneliness of the events which just took place by being kicked out by grandma and mum drills through my mind.
My mum slams the door in my face. My grandma didn’t allow me into her house. I split up with Kevin and now I’m on to my way to the house. To the family who turns my life upside down and me falling for this man more and more every day.
I release myself from these chains, knowing I’m exactly where I want to be in Roy’s arms with his length pounding deep inside me. I sit on top of his length rocking my hips up and down. He sucks on my breasts deeply, like a baby extracting milk from them. He bites me lightly and with the rocky ride it starts to feel rough. He’s growing deeper inside my cunt and I love it. I start to howl as I’m being brought more to the edge and Roy pumps me harder as he starts to reach his edge. He shoots inside me like a bolt of lightning and within a couple of seconds, my wetness drains from me as my pussy walls shiver and so does my body as I climax.
I was just about to roll back onto the chair and find my clothes, when Roy whispers as he pulls my breast close to him with one hand and the other breasts pushes deep inside of his mouth again. “That was just a taster. I’m going to fuck you all the way to Chelsea. Get ready for a bumpy ride.”
Chapter Four
As I make my way up the stairs, unable to walk straight, I manage to hold my own as Roy’s hand securely holds onto mine. He pulls me so close to him and whispers, “I want you all the time with me.”
What does he mean?
“I know, for your plan to work.” I’m brought down to earth. He wants me to do this as if it’s a job, then I’ll be set free. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.
“No, I don’t want you to go,” he smiles while he caresses my hand. I look at him bewildered and torn by his actions. He wants me to prostitute myself to his enemy to get secrets, but he doesn’t want to let me go.
“How touching,” Betty exclaims as she comes down the stairs in her black suit.
Roy’s angry and he shouts, “Don’t start, Deborah’s had a hard day... they didn’t let her in the flat.”
“What? Why not?” Betty asks out of concern as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.
Roy signals for us to move into the library. As we get there something catches her eye and mine too. Henry’s giving some of my things to Steve the other driver and they’re taking them downstairs. I watch as they move, realising that Roy wants us to stay in the same room.
To keep an eye on me?
Betty squints her eyes at me while she closes the door. I look at Roy in confusion, who seems to be turning into an alcoholic and pouring himself yet another glass of scotch. I can only assume the other glass he’s pouring is for me. His shirt’s hanging out and he hasn’t shaved. It’s clear by the state of him and his rumpled shirt what we were doing in the limo, plus the windows were all steamed up when we arrived.
He was a bit rough and I’m in a bit of pain. I thought I’d be going to my room and hitting the shower. I can still smell him and my panties are wet. I wasn’t expecting to be sitting here talking. I lift my hands up. Shit they smell of sex. I need to shower, now. I hope we get this over and done with quickly.
“So, what went on?” Betty asks while Roy slumps down onto the sofa and takes a sip of his scotch.
“Deborah, your drink is there on the table,” he points as he gulps down the last drop. “They locked Deborah out and she came back. Does it matter?”
“No, I suppose... I’m just surprised that’s all.” She shakes her head. I’m waiting for her to come over and offer some comfort.
“So, what now?” she asks directing her question at me. I look to Roy who merely shrugs and then starts eyeing my glass of scotc
h.
I grab it from the table and gulp it down as he did moments ago. Soon, I forget that I need a shower and start happily talking to Betty, like we’re best friends.
“Seems like I’m moving in with Roy and then you can tell me your evil plan. I still don’t get it. It’s not like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m sure there are girls out there who could do a better job.”
Roy grabs my hand and says, “You’re beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Your kinky hair and chocolate milk skin are gorgeous and as for those large brown eyes.”
I move closer to him on the sofa like I did so many years ago. Betty huffs and then leaves us in the library. It’s clear that Roy and I only have one thing on our mind. Now, I feel partially intoxicated, not having eaten and having a few shots of scotch in the limo and in the library has gone to my head.
In turn, we leave the library and Roy shouts out to Betty, who has proceeded into the corridor, “See you tomorrow.”
She turns around and says, “But, it’s only twelve.”
I glance at my watch as he leads me like a caveman into his grotto. “She’s right it’s only twelve. What are we going to do all day?”
He stops and whispers, “Something we should have done a long time ago.”
I shiver at what that could be, there are a number of things. All the thoughts and worries about being thrown out earlier are launched out the window. I have the biggest grin on my face and scream with excitement like a little kid as he takes my hand. He turns and returns my smile as we lead down to the basement.
What’s he thinking? I’ve been down there before. What’s new?
He had mentioned it before and I never thought he was serious until we reached his bathroom. There it is, his circle bath, completely full of bubbles and steaming water. When did he plan all this?
He starts to strip me as if for the first time. I act completely innocent watching his face as he lifts my top. He does it so delicately and sensually. I enjoy his little smiles as he curls his lips and takes of my bra. I lift my legs while he unbuttons my jeans. I say nothing as he tugs them down and throws them to the side as if they’re a pile of rubbish, an intrusion that irritates him. Then as he stands back up, he sighs while he takes in the sight of my naked body. His eyes remain focused on my body as he removes his clothes in what feels like a millisecond. He drops them on the tiled floor with no hesitation.
Gently he holds my hand, like a dancing partner ready to take me onto the dance floor. As I step into the bath he places me sitting down on one side and moves to the other side of the bath never taking his eyes from mine. The bath’s so deep, it’s almost the same size as a private Jacuzzi at the gym.
I glide towards him with my elbows resting on his shoulders and my fingers running through his hair. He holds onto me and smiles.
“That’s nice?” he asks while he smirks then I kiss him gently on his lips. I need the comfort that he’s giving me. I desire someone to want me and even if it’s not real to him, it’s so real to me. I’ve been thrown out of my family home because they thought that they’d get no money out of me.
That was all I ever was to my mum. I believed that she missed me, but she just wanted the money she could get out of me. First, she wanted my dad back and used me to get to him, now it was money. What next?
Why do people have children? If they have no intention of caring for them.
From day one, she’s treated me like a bad smell. I don’t get it. She lost her job and had nowhere to stay. So my question is how come, if she was getting money from him all along? It doesn’t make sense to me.
“So, when you said to my grandma that we were together and I wasn’t returning—”
“Shhh,” he places his finger to my lips then he reaches out to the side and takes a sponge. He uses the sponge to clean around my breasts keeping his eyes on mine. He’s bathing me, cleansing my troubles away and I close my eyes and let him. He releases some of the water and my breasts ease and relax as the water drips down them. He changes position and I sit on the bench at the edge of the bath. He kneels in front of me and opens my legs and then he moves the sponge gently over my exposed body.
He starts circling the sponge across my neck, whilst giving extra care and attention as I tilt my head from side-to-side. I keep my eyes closed. If I open them then I’ll be tempted to kiss him or for him to put his length inside of me. No, I want to enjoy this moment. No man has ever bathed me. No man has even tried. He moves the sponge between my legs whilst gently caressing my pussy making sure not to deeply penetrate it, but just brushing it with the strands.
I groan as my wetness takes over, my pussy starts to throb harder while he moves gently in and out of me. Then, he stands up and glides it around my leg until he gets to my foot. As he holds onto my foot, he rubs the back of the sole of my foot and sucks on my big toe. He bites it lightly and I frown and open my eyes and he whispers, “Relax.”
With his soft but demanding tone, I forget all of my worries. I relax my head back and release my hair with my arms hanging down to the side and I let him guide my sexual thoughts and movements. I let him continue to bathe my naked body and I love it.
“Better?” he asks while he continues to lift my legs simultaneously brushing the sponge against them, making my pussy walls scream for him to push his length against them. He holds both of my legs and I wrap my arms around his neck. I know where we’re going and I can feel his cock in between them getting more erect by the second as he’s moving up and down teasing me.
“Put it in,” I demand with confidence. He’s changed this innocent virgin from Tulse Hill into a sex fiend and he knows it.
Is it him or the way he pleases me?
He moves away and says, “Come.”
Holding on to my hand, he leads me to the walk-in shower at the corner of the bathroom. We’re both dripping with bubbles covering most of our bodies and making a complete mess. I try and make sure I don’t slip, not only do I not have my contacts in, but my legs feel weak after the sensations he’s been giving me for the last few minutes.
As we enter, he puts the water on lukewarm and it sprinkles all over our bodies. I lift my arms and flick my hair to the back of me. It forms a line to the arch of my back. He presses my back into the glass wall and then lifts me up. I’m elevated against the wall with only one thing left for him to do. He pushes his length inside me with one long slide.
No caution.
No warning.
He just thrusts himself inside of me. His big, fat cock enters me and my pussy walls cover it like their all prayers have been answered.
I yell out, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” Water is running down my throat. My nipples are crushed against his chest, and my sex is crying out for him to fuck me. Shit, this man knows how to fuck a girl. I welcome it with open arms.
“That’s my girl. You feel that?”
I hold on to his shoulders and don’t respond. I pant as he thrusts into me harder. My nipples turn into pebbles as the water bursts over my body removing the sweat from our intensity. Every thrust feels like a release of his frustration. Every dig in his back is the depth of my anxiety. Every scream for him giving me the fuck of a lifetime. I hold on to him for dear life as he pushes my back harder against the glass wall.
I can’t believe that he’s making me feel this way. The sensations running through me are driving me mad. He cries out in ecstasy as I dig harder into his back.
“I want you to want me,” he says as he withdraws his dick and I slump down after I climax so hard around him. I’m still shaking like a withering leaf in the wind and my legs drop like jelly. My cunt walls cry like an injured child as he looks me in the eye and I try to focus with the water splattering all over my hair and my balance in his control.
Is the great and powerful Roy Sparks, succumbing to actually feeling for me?
“I want you to want me,” he chants again forcefully as his length decreases after jetting his cum inside me. I want to deny him the p
leasure, so I avoid looking into his eyes, but wipe the water splattering into my eyes.
You’re up to your old tricks! I know what you really want.
We stand next to each other like two lost souls. He’s demanding me to look him in the eyes. Feeling defective about my lack of response and trying to figure out what’s going on inside my head, he moves my hand and then he turns my head toward him. He’s ignoring the water which is separating us and I can’t resist any longer and I say what is actually going on inside my brain.
“I want you,” I reply shakily and almost whispering as I surrender to him. His cock reacts to my words like a magnet because it’s erect and shoots up back inside of me with force. This time, he wants to hurt me. He’s more vigorous and with his tongue moving fervently in my mouth. I hold on to his head as if for dear life and with the same urgency. I need him to love me. I don’t want to be used. Please Roy, don’t let this be a trick, I scream inside my mind
“I fucking want you,” I scream out even louder, through the glass walls. I feel the shake with him pounding in and out of me like a basketball on a court. In and out it rubs against my cunt walls as I shout it louder each and every time he penetrates me.
“I. Fucking. Want. You!”
He cries out as I dig harder into his back, but not as much as the desire for him to finish. He needs to make me finish. I’m so close to the edge.
He grunts so loudly while his movements are faster and I know him well, he’s about to cum. He then pushes the button to turn off the water.
Panting and exhausted from our episode in the shower, he asks, “Did you mean it?”
I nod and then gently press my lips against his. “I mean every word.”
He carries me to the bed with water dripping down our bodies. His limp dick bounces up and down against my pussy. He delicately places me on the bed and then he goes back to the bathroom and he gets towels, and with the same gentleness he dries my hair. I admire his softness and smile as he moves on and dries rest of my body.
