She straightened and leaned forward till her face was bare inches away from mine. Then she grinned wolfishly. “You have to deserve things like that.” Then she crawled up my body and held her sweet pussy just over my mouth. The scent of her drove me wild. I could feel my mouth begin to water. When I tried to lift my face and lick that juicy peach, she pulled away with a mocking laugh.
She turned around so her ass was on view. Deliberately, she got on her hands and knees so I would have a glorious view of her swollen pussy hanging between her ass cheeks. With one hand, she grabbed my cock and guided it between the wet folds of her sex.
My breath came out sharp, and fast. She let my cock impale her slowly. Her tight slickness sent a delicious heat spreading from where we were connected, all the way to every nerve-ending in my body. I was beginning to sweat, and my heels were digging into the mattress. I wanted her to move, but she gave a sigh and lifted herself off me.
It was like a kick to the gut. I was so desperate and turned on I wanted to beg, but I knew begging would be no use.
She turned around and kissed me. Hooking my tongue into her mouth, she began to suck it hard. It was wild and sensual. No one had sucked my tongue before let alone like that.
Slowly, she began to trace the heated kisses down my torso. Her lips on my skin burned, but there was nothing I could do to soothe the ache beyond remaining still, and helpless to her assault.
She began to slide down my body as her kisses went lower and lower. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Until she was at my groin. Then she lifted her head, and with a flip of her hair to the side grabbed the base of my cock.
Her hands were small, but their hard grip on my cock was firm. She slipped her tongue out and licked the pre-cum oozing out of me. I couldn’t take it anymore. The restraint was going to drive me crazy and she hadn’t even fully begun.
“Willow, let me go,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice. “Untie this fucking sash.”
“Absolutely not,” she replied.
I pulled at the pathetic tie of her sash, and sat up. She was too startled by the sudden movement to be able to move away quickly enough. My arms locked around her body.
“Caleb,” she complained. “You promised that you were going to play along.”
“True, but I’m not ready to lose my mind in the process.”
“Well, you don’t have a choice. That’s my triumph and you’re going to let me have it. And moreover, you’ve made me lose my head in the past too, and I didn’t complain.”
I held out my hands and she retied my wrist using the same pathetic knot. Well, let her do her worst, next it will be my turn and won’t she be surprised at what my fetish is. I let myself fall back on the bed.
“Be a good boy,” she said approvingly as she lifted her arms to wrap her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. Watching her elegant, fluid movements was beyond mesmerizing. She was just a dream come true. She tapped on my lower stomach, which made my cock jerk in response.
Fisting me firmly she lowered her head and slid her tongue up and down the shaft, and licked from base to tip and all over as if I was a quickly melting Popsicle she was slurping on a hot day. At her leisure she moved down to my balls and after sucking on them returned her lips back to my head.
My hands fisted the bed sheets at the tease, as I fought to keep my breathing under control.
“Willow,” I swallowed, unable to remain still. My body became too agitated for me to control as she hollowed her cheeks and once again pulled me deep into her mouth until I reached the back of her throat. I felt her gag, then smoothly move forward. She tried it again, and gagged once more. She let a second pass, then she took me deep into her throat again. Gagged again. Tried again. I knew then she was learning to take all of me into her mouth. I let her practice. I loved watching my cock disappear into her luscious mouth. It was just beautiful. It seemed as if my cock stayed longer and longer in her throat before she pulled upwards.
Until she pulled up completely. She looked at me with swollen lips. “I just found out I love sucking cock.” With the tip of her tongue she dug at the entrance of my cock, as if trying to tease out my cum.
“Fuck, Willow. Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
Her head began to bob up and down in the most luscious rhythm, and I moved my hips to meet her pumps. She milked me deliciously. It wasn’t long before the great rush of pleasure came and I was emptying myself down her throat. I thought she would take her mouth off my cock, but she sucked even harder.
In that delirious moment of pleasure, my hands broke free of the sash and went to hold her head in place as my hips fucked her mouth, and my mouth called her name. Again and again. Until the storm subsided.
“Willow,” I breathed when every drop of pleasure had been sucked out of my cock. I flattened against the bed. I heard her soft laughter as she moved up my body until her face was poised just above mine.
“Feel better now?” she teased, licking her luscious lips. Her bun had long come undone and once again, her hair fell in a cascade all around her. She looked like a goddess. And it was time I worshiped her.
I flipped my body over and took her with me.
“Caleb,” she laughed as she found herself under me. Her laughter faded away as I stared deeply into her eyes.
At that moment I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her I loved her more than the moon and the stars. More than my own life. But I knew she wasn’t ready. It was too soon for her. She hadn’t been pining for me for twelve long years. To her, she just met me a couple of weeks ago. I crushed my lips to hers and tried to bury the words into my kiss.
She responded to my urgency and desperation to be completely engulfed in her. I moved my hands down and lifted her legs. I swung them around my shoulders. That elevated her lower body completely off the bed. Her thighs were open to expose her sweet, sweet cunt to me.
With my hand going underneath to hold her in place I plunged my cock into her soaked and pulsing opening. And that was all it took. She exploded into a mind shattering orgasm. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as I fucked her through it all. Plunging my cock into her clenching pussy again and again. My groin slamming into her gorgeous ass. The erotic slap of flesh on flesh filled the room.
“‘Caleb!” she screamed, her hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
I didn’t think that there was anything I loved more than watching her unravel in this way.
When the raging waves of ecstasy had subsided, I shifted my weight onto my elbows and carried on fucking her. I could smell the scent of our desire in the air.
I wanted now to slowly fuck her out of her mind. I wanted to take her away to a completely different place, to establish an unforgettable moment she would recall over and over again.
I ground my cock into her sex and she whimpered with pleasure as her back arched off the bed. Deliberately and slowly, I tormented her, until her whole body trembled. I watched with pride as her eyes rolled into the back of her head once more.
“Oh God.” She violently fisted my hair. I could feel the shuddering of her body as intense pleasure rushed through her in waves. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.
“Caleb,” she cried and tried to hide her face in my neck, but I stopped her.
“Look at me,” I commanded, but she shook her head and she turned away, her face twisted at the delicious agony tearing through her.
I leaned into her ears and spoke. “Willow, look at me.”
Then I slammed back into her.
“I want you to know that I’m here.”
I rammed into her again.
“For always. Never hold back when you’re in front of me.”
Another thrust.
“Let it all go and let it all out. And leave it to me to pick up the pieces.”
“Stop,” she cried, but she tightened her hold around me.
“I can’t take it. It’s too much.”
I covered her lips with mine and continued making lo
ve to her. My lips planted kisses all over her face and then moved to her breasts. I sucked her nipples. I bit them until she cried out. Then I sucked them again.
I felt the tension build and rise dangerously within her, and when she was finally ready to let go again, she exploded with a shout beneath me. I kept moving, soothing the ache, prolonging the orgasm for as long as possible.
“Oh, my God,” she sobbed beneath me.
I held tightly onto her as she fell apart. When it was over she looked at me with no defences in her eyes.
“Now do you want to know what my fetish is?” I whispered.
Her pupils almost as large as her irises. “Yes,” she mouthed soundlessly. I left her on the bed and went to my suitcase. I took out the four silk ropes and brought them to her. Her eyes widened.
“Yes, Willow, I want to do the exact same thing you wanted to do to me. Tie you up and torment you. But I want to do it for hours.”
She lay there quietly while I spread-eagled her and I tied her up to the four posts. My Willow looked beautiful. Then I began. I began to eat her pussy. I have no idea how many orgasms she had. Every time she begged me to stop. She said it was too much. She couldn’t endure another climax. She was too sensitive. She called me names. She shouted at me. But I never stopped. For hours I sucked, I licked, I drank from her pussy.
Finally, finally, when dawn was breaking, and her pussy lips were so swollen they protruded out of her, I stopped. Her eyes were wide, her face was flushed, her hair messy from where she had turned her head from side to side. She was all mine.
I untied her and filled her with my seed then.
“Now you know what my fetish is, my sweet Willow.”
40
Willow
One week later
Once again, I caught myself staring down at my phone. My thumbs were suspended above the screen, but I couldn’t bring myself to place a call or even send a text.
“Flowers are here,” Sandra announced.
I dragged my attention back to reality.
“You seriously didn’t hear Bradley’s van?” she asked, making a baffled face at me as she walked towards the front door, her hands were still sheathed in the gloves she’d been using to work with in the back.
I stared blankly at her, not a single response coming to mind.
“God, you really have it bad for him, don’t you?”
I dropped the phone and went out to assist her to bring in the flowers.
Bradley barely met my gaze, and the cold reception from someone I had been friendly with for years made me feel a bit sad, but I no longer felt any guilt. Why should I? To start with I never encouraged him or promised him anything. Hell, I didn’t even know he felt that way about me. It was his fault for not having the courage to make any kind of official advance, so we could have put the matter to rest ages ago and he wouldn’t have wasted all these years hoping I’d magically realize he was interested in me and return the feelings.
Ignoring his sullen face, I focused on unloading the daylilies that we’d ordered. Bradley had brought a friend along so he joined us in unloading the flowers and fertilizers from the van. Soon enough, the task was completed.
I left Sandra to handle the log with him and returned to my phone. The moment I again pulled up the NASDAQ’s site, something I had never dreamed I would ever be doing. I gasped. The market just kept falling. The entire day was worsening! I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I dialed his number. When he answered I rushed to speak. “Babe, I’m so sorry for calling right now. I just needed to check in. Any updates on your end?”
“Four clients just ordered us to close them out. Combined they’ve suffered about $1.5 million in losses.”
I went silent. I didn’t know what to say to that.
“I’m going to start trading now,” he said. “I’m going to close out the positions against me and allow the rest to run.”
“Alright,” I said. “Alright. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t be too disheartened, things will be okay.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. It’ll be fine in the end. Don’t let this bother you.”
“Okay,” I said, and ended the call so that he could get back to work. I realized I was the center of attention.
“What’s going on, Mrs. Wolfe?” Sandra asked. “Everything okay?”
I frowned at her. She had taken to calling me Mrs. Wolfe in the last couple of days. “Caleb is just having some issues with the stock market, but all should be well.”
“You’re married?” Bradley’s friend suddenly asked, looking from me to Bradley with confusion. Bradley looked shocked before he quickly returned his attention to his order clipboard.
“I’m not,” I replied, and sent a disapproving look to Sandra.
She ignored it. “She basically is,” she said. “She and her boyfriend act like they’ve been married for a hundred years. Since he got here a couple of weeks ago he probably knows more about her than I do, and we’ve been best friends since high school.”
Bradley’s friend laughed. “You sound jealous.”
“I am! A hundred percent,” she replied. “So to taunt her, I call her Mrs. Caleb Wolfe. Maybe one of these days I’ll even slip up and say it in front of him.”
My head shot up. “I’ll kill you if you do!” I threatened, my teeth were bared.
“I know of a Caleb Wolfe from way back. I was in freshman year,” Bradley’s friend, Henry said. “He was quite infamous. He was convicted of murder and sent to prison. Shocked the hell out of the entire county.”
“Whoa,” Sandra exclaimed. “What high school was that?”
“Met West in Bitter Creek,” he said.
Something struck my chest.
Sandra immediately caught the connection too. “Met West? Willow, isn’t that the combination school you attended before you moved here to Folsom?”
“Yeah,” I replied, then turned to meet the surprised look in Henry’s eyes.
“Neat,” he said, with a shrug.
The room had gone eerily quiet. Or maybe it was just in my mind.
“Willow, what if your Caleb is that Caleb Wolfe? Wouldn’t that be creepy as hell?”
She turned to the guy who had just dropped the bombshell. “Do you have any more details? Do you know who he murdered and why? How old was he at the time?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t pay too much attention, you know. I was just a kid, but I think he might have been fifteen, but don’t quote me on that. But I remember it was his age that made the case national headlines. It was the first time a kid had killed a priest.”
“A priest? Wow! That is freaking insane,” Sandra gasped. “That must have caused quite a buzz. Strange I didn’t hear about it. Having said that I had no interest in news at that age. I was so caught up with what was happening in our school even though the most interesting thing that ever happened there was someone getting off with their teacher, or a random hallway fight. A murder takes the cake on high school delinquency.”
“Yeah, it was big news.”
“Do you know what happened to him?”
Henry shook his head. “He’s probably still behind bars.”
I had to admit, until he said the boy killed a priest, I was feeling uncomfortable, maybe even starting to think that boy could be Caleb. After all, Caleb Wolfe was such an unusual name, but the moment the guy said he killed a priest, I completely relaxed.
I knew it would never be Caleb. That was just not him. Even when he threw that man across the dance floor, there had been nothing evil in him. He hadn’t lost control, or taken pleasure in hurting the man. He just wanted to get him away from me.
Killing wasn’t him now, and it wouldn’t have been him as a boy.
41
Caleb
I had lost thirty-five million dollars.
In one afternoon, the entire arbitrage had flopped.
I glanced over our trades and calculations and waited. The evening passed with me staring at my computer and by the time midnight came, I go
t the expected phone call.
“What the hell happened?”
“‘You saw it too,” I replied. ‘The market went against us.”
“‘That’s not enough to cause this kind of loss. Was there an error or something?”
There it was again. The question of the hour. “I’m trying to work it all out.”
The man roared into the phone so loudly, that I had to pull it away from my ear. “You’re trying to work it all out? You’re trying? My clients have lost millions. In one fucking day. And you’re telling me you’re trying?”
“Tyler, you knew the risk involved with this arbitrage. You’ve been well aware from the start that you could lose all your profit, and you agreed with me that you were willing to take the risk. Well, your clients have lost exactly the profit they made. No more no less.”
“God, damn you. I called you earlier and told you to close me out, but you convinced me to fucking stay, and now this is the result?”
“I’m sorry, Tyler, but your clients should be happy they’re walking away without a real loss. It’s a blood bath on the markets today ...”
“You know when I contacted Frank in prison, he told me that you were a genius. The absolute best he’s ever seen, but after this I’m thinking of taking legal ac—”
“Great. See you in court,” I said and cut the call.
I turned away from my computer screen and gazed out of my window. Soon, I wouldn’t have this magnificent view any more. But I didn’t care. I had done the right thing. And that brought a warm glow of satisfaction in my guts. In time this storm would blow over and I would start again. I knew from experience the truth in that wonderful line:
This too will pass.
I could lose all my money today and it wouldn’t bother me one bit. Because I knew how to get it all back again.
But a few minutes after nine the next morning I got a different call, and I realized the storm was going to last longer than I expected. They were more tenacious than I had given them credit for.
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