by Jamie Knight
“Mommy go?” she asked,
“Just for now,” I said, looking down at her.
“Oh,” she said, taking the news in stride.
“I think it is time for your nap,” I said, actually checking the time.
“Story!” Katie demanded.
“You don't get anything that way,” I said, which seemed to stop her in her tracks.
“Story pweeze?” she tried again, after giving the matter some thought.
“That's better.”
Katie clapped enthusiastically, applauding her own success and toddled off toward the guest room, making it maybe thirty paces before doing a spectacular face-plant. To my surprise, she didn't start to scream. The little girl looked around, wondering what the heck was happening.
I bent down and scooped her up, carrying her into the guest room. Setting her on the bed, I started to read what she proclaimed to be her favorite book. I could certainly see why. It was a rousing narrative about an elephant who has lost his peanuts.
Katie made it about half-way through the story before she fell asleep. Putting the book down on the nightstand where it had been, I kissed Katie on the forehead and quietly left the room, leaving the door open so I could hear her if she woke up.
Heading back out into the living room, I made for the desk, my mindset on getting more work done. No sooner did my ass touch leather chair, however, than there came a frantic buzzing on the intercom. Figuring it was Ashlyn forgetting her key, I hit the buzzer and went back to the desk, getting set up for work.
Somewhat to my surprise, rather than coming in, there came a knock at the apartment door. Confused, I got up and opened it. That was a decision I immediately regretted.
“The stairs are really murder,” Etta said, putting her heels back on.
“What are you—”
“How long has the elevator been out?”
“1996, or so the legends tell.”
“There's the Chase I know,” Etta said gently, running her finger down the front of my shirt, from the collar to my belt.
“The fuck do you want, Etta?” I asked, gently but firmly removing her hand from its position precariously close to my cock.
“Not what I had in mind, but we can fuck if you want, baby,” she said, slithering past me.
“Not what I meant,” I said, trying mightily to hold my temper.
“I just want to talk, sweetie, get things out in the open,” the she-devil said, sitting on the overstuffed leather chair near the couch, crossing her legs seductively.
“Get what in the open?” I asked.
“The lies you've been telling,” Etta managed to say with a straight face.
“Pot, this is kettle. Kettle, this is pot.”
“Be that as it may, it is obvious you don't actually know Ashlyn very well. Katie seems sincere enough, I'll give you that much, but come one. Where did you find them? Central casting?”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “What makes you think—”
She cut me with a look. “Cut the shit, okay? This is me you're talking to. We both know you’re not the type. You were loudly of the opinion that marriage was a form of state prison, and you already helped raise Whitney and didn't want any more kids.”
“People change,” I tried, even though I knew she was right.
“Not that much, honey.”
“Which brings us back to the main point.”
“Which is?” She blinked at me, confused that I had taken over the conversation.
“What a massive bitch you are.”
That certainly got her attention. Etta actually took a sharp breath in and thrust her hand upon her heart as though mortally wounded.
“Or did you forget what you did to me when we were younger?”
“I-I was young and confused.”
“Confused about which dick you were supposed to have inside you? I'll give you this, you sure tried hard to figure it out,” I snapped, losing the little control over my anger that I had.
“It was you I loved,” she said, nearly in tears.
“Funny way to show it. Giving out your pussy like candy mints.”
“Come on, that was low.”
“Yeah,” I said, conceding her point.
“The fact is I need money. My mom is sick.”
After freezing a second, I shook my head. “At the same time Whitney and I come into billions.”
“Yeah,” Etta whined. She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. I didn’t believe her for one second.
“What a coincidence.”
She stood up quickly with her hands balled into fists. “It's fine if you don't believe me.”
“That's a relief because I don't.”
“Whitney has already agreed to help me with the costs,” Etta explained, hardly trying to contain the smile that was brushing across her tear-stained features.
My temper was boiling. “You stay away from her. Whitney is a sweetheart, but she is very trusting.”
“Which is why I thought you might like to help me instead.”
“Why the hell would I do that?” I asked.
“Because you know I can get more money out of her than you,” she pointed out.
I couldn't deny she had a point, but still, I was smarting from how we had left things and was really suspicious about what she planned to do with my money.
“I never stopped loving you, you know,” Etta added, coming closer.
That was the clincher. If she hadn't said that, her attempt to insinuate herself might have actually worked.
I snapped. “You never loved me. You can't love anything. They would have to compete with your ego first.” She looked up at me stunned. “I loved you, you know. Almost too much. I joined the army to try to forget. Do you have any idea what really happened in Afghanistan?”
“I—”
“It's fine, most people don't. Here, let me help.”
I ripped open the front of my shirt, the buttons flying across the room, taking it the rest of the way off and letting it fall on the floor. From my waist just above my belt to my shoulders, my upper back was a pattern of crisscrossing scars resembling an argyle sweater. It was something I'd tried to keep hidden. I always kept a tank top on when I fucked. The only person who had seen the scars was Ann who had led the extraction team.
“Fuck,” Etta whispered.
“I told you no.”
I was about to tell her to leave when she did the job for me, running for the door, her hand over her mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
Ashlyn
On the way home, my back hurt a bit from cleaning, but otherwise, I felt good. It was nice to be back to work again. It hadn't really been that long since I'd lost my waitressing job but that was the way I was raised, I felt really bad if I wasn't making my own money. I wasn't usually the sort to take charity. Even when I needed it. What happened with Chase had been an odd exception.
My stomach growled as I opened the apartment door, looking forward to what Chase had for me.
“I'm home,” I announced.
“Katie is asleep,” Chase hushed me.
“Oh, I see,” I said, quietly closing the door.
“How was your day?” he asked, getting up from his desk and walking over.
“Tough but good. It sucked being away from Katie, but I'm here now.”
“Indeed you are,” he agreed.
“What's for dinner?”
“Dinner?” he asked, looking confused.
I frowned. At lunch, Chase had promised to make some sort of spectacular dinner. Did he forget?
“Um, yeah, remember? Before I left after lunch? You told me not to eat because you were making something?”
“Oh, damn, I forgot,” he said, putting his palm to his forehead.
“Oh.” I looked down, not wanting him to see the disappointment on my face.
“Yeah, sorry, I got distracted,” he explained.
Chase walked back over to the couch and sunk down. He
looked miserable, leaning forward and rubbing his temples with two fingers.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Etta came over. Unannounced. Things got a bit nasty.”
I sighed. No wonder he got distracted. It was becoming clear, again, that Etta was the main concentration of his life. I needed to confront this before my feelings for him got worse.
I sat down on the couch, facing him. “It is clear you have feelings for her.”
“Yeah, though none of them are good,” Chase said.
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“It's you I can't get out of my mind,” he confessed, taking my hand.
“What?” I asked, truly shocked.
He scooted closer, taking my face in his large hands. “It was part of why I was so upset when you disappeared like that. I-I love you.”
I'm not quite sure what happened. Some sort of tension broke, and we started kissing passionately. Chase leaned down so he could reach my mouth, both his hands gently squeezing my ass. I hummed contentedly, rubbing my crotch against the bulge forming in the front of his pants.
In one swift, sure movement, Chase swooped me up into his arms and carried me easily into the master bedroom, neither of us breaking our kiss. It was obvious what was going to happen, and I couldn't have been happier.
Chase lay me out near the foot of the bed. I kept completely still as he slowly undid my sneakers and took them off, followed by my socks. Moving up, he unbuttoned my pants, lightly pulling the fly all the way down. Taking my jeans by the cuffs, he kissed me softly down my quivering legs as he pulled them down. Returning to my waist, he softly circled his fingertips against the front of my cotton panties, my pussy already getting wet.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
I had expected him to go right for my pussy, but as usual, he surprised me. Sitting me up, Chase got behind me and pulled off my shirt. Undoing my bra, he lowered it away and dropped it on the floor. Running his hands down my back in alternating waves, he then ran them up my sides and around to my tits, gently cupping them. My nipples stood up hard against his soft, warm palms. As he fondled me, he leaned in, planting soft kisses up and down the back of my neck. Each gentle touch made me moan.
When he decided I was ready, Chase ran a hand down my belly and into the front of my panties, keeping his other hand on my breast, kneading it like so much dough, paying careful attention to my nipple. Working his way around the outside of my pussy lips in light circles, working me to the very edge of ecstasy, he only added to the pleasure shooting through my body. He slipped a finger inside me. Just to the first knuckle at first and then to the second and then to the third, each time giving me a few moments to get used to the feeling, somehow knowing it had been a long time since I had enjoyed a man's touch.
When he decided I could take more, he slipped another finger inside, using a smiler process, putting it in bit by bit with short pauses in between. When the second finger was all the way in, he put his other arm around me to hold me still. Chase started moving both fingers inside me, angling them at each end, to make sure he stroked my g-spot with each pass, softly nibbling and licking my neck as he did so.
Slowly gaining speed, I started to move more, leaning back against him to push my pussy even harder against his plunging fingers. Then I started to vocalize. Soft gasps at first, soon building into louder moans. Chase kindly put a hand over my mouth to let me moan with abandon without waking Katie.
When I had calmed down enough, he lay me back down, the sheets cool against my back, and gently spread my legs, lowering his head between my thighs as though to pray. Lightly running his beautiful tongue up the length of my tender, pink pussy lips, he took me by my hips and absolutely devoured my tight little pussy until I thought I might pass out with pleasure.
Kissing his way back up my body, blazing a trail of soft, wet kisses from my pussy to my neck, he held me as the trembling took me.
When I had recovered enough, Chase once again got up and moved down to the end of the bed, taking down his pants when he got there. I couldn't help but let out a gasp. At least ten inches, if not eleven, and roughly the same thickness as my fist, Chase had the biggest cock I had ever seen on a human. I sat up as though hypnotized, my eyes fixed on his throbbing shaft, and I tried my best to get my hand around it giving it several gentle pumps.
Chase saw me lower my head as though to try and suck it and stopped me.
“You don't have to,” he said.
“Please?” I begged.
“Be careful,” he said, letting me go.
There was no way I was getting his cock into my mouth comfortably, though I still wanted to taste it. Gripping at the bottom, I swirled my tongue around the head, massaging his balls and stroking his shaft as I did so. It wasn't ideal, but it was still good enough to get him to cum pretty quick. I got as close as I could to his cock and opened my mouth hoping for the best. Most of it went in pretty easily though I hadn't been expecting nearly so much. Still, I suppose I should have considering the size of his balls. Swallowing it all down, I lay back down spreading both my legs and my pussy.
“You sure?”
I nodded, my excitement and nerves colliding in a way as to rendering me non-verbal. I wanted his cock in me so bad I couldn't even speak. Opening the drawer in the bedside table, Chase gout out a bottle of water-based lube and commenced lubing up his cock. When he finished, he put another squirt on his fingers and gently worked it into my pussy, nearly making me cum again.
Positioning himself between my legs, he put my knees up over his elbows holding me in semi-submission. Stroking the head of his cock against my pussy lip, he started to push inside me, easing his cock in inch by inch. He had gotten in about a third of his full length when I let out a gasp. Softly stroking my cheek, he pulled back a bit, so I was comfortable and then, a gentle hand over my mouth, he fucked me until I screamed and came repeatedly.
****
I woke up in bliss, it was light outside, so I thought I had only slept a few hours. A glance at the clock disproved that theory. Chase had fucked me so hard I had slept through the night. For some reason, I had expected to be sore in the morning, I always was with my ex, but I felt wonderful if a bit tuckered. Thank goodness it was Saturday and I didn't have to go into work.
On top of the clock was a note from Chase. He had taken Katie to a nearby park, and there was no point in trying to call because he couldn't find his phone. He would be back at noon. According to the numbers on the digital clock, it was only eleven. I set the alarm for forty-five minutes and curled back up in the massive bed.
Chapter Fifteen
Chase
I kept replaying it in my mind. I didn't really want to, but it wasn't the first time my subconscious didn't listen to me. Etta had actually been pretty convincing when she said her mom was sick, but that was part of the problem. She was always a really good liar and found new and interesting ways to manipulate me back when we were together. In retrospect, I stayed with her a lot longer than I should have. I was just too young and horny to recognize how Machiavellian she was. I had actually been under the impression that our relationship had been perfect at the time. A sure red flag.
“Ducky!” Katie shouted, toddling off toward the pond, sending several land waddling mallards to wing.
Like a shot, I was up and after her, scooping her up mere feet before the water. Katie burst into giggles. Getting her back to the bench, I wrangled the little girl back into her backpack, getting her onto my back. I knew exactly what I was going to do but just hopped that Katie would be asleep before it went down.
The hotel was only a couple blocks from the park. I wasn't sure if the choice had been subconscious or just a coincidence. Either way, it turned out to be rather convenient in terms of parking if nothing else.
My plan had really only extended as far as going over to the hotel. Not actually covering what I would do when I got there. Standing by the opulent sliding glass doors of the four-star, I rocked Katie
in her backpack while trying to formulate the next phase of my cunning plot, trying to look like I was waiting for a taxi — checking my watch every few seconds just to lay it on really thick. I had just decided to try going in to the front desk and flex my influence when Whitney saved me the trouble by coming out with Etta in tow.
“Chase! What are you doing here?” Whitney asked.
“Is your mom really sick?” I asked, staring straight at Etta.
“What?”
“Yesterday, you told me you needed money for your mother's medical bills. I wasn't paying close enough attention to read your tells. Was that real or bullshit?”
“We are going to be late,” Etta said to Whitney.
“Late?” I asked.
“For our flight,” Whitney said, causing Etta to stare daggers at her.
“I thought you weren't leaving until tomorrow,” I said, smelling something with the strong whiff of bullshit. “Why would you leave a day early?”
“We have to,” Whitney said looking embarrassed.
“Weren't we going to have breakfast tomorrow?”
My sister looked down at the ground. “Yeah, but I got my part of the inheritance early. I don't know how she did it, but Etta managed to persuade the executors.”
“I bet she did,” I said, giving Etta a meaningful look. She gave me the finger in return.
“Anyway, I thought we should go back early.”
“You did or Etta did?” I asked.
“Etta suggested it and I agreed. What do you care anyway? She told me what you said.”
“What did I say?” I asked, looking at Etta, the pieces rapidly falling together.
“That you didn't want to see either of us, and there was no point in calling because you wouldn’t take my calls. I tried anyway but you didn't answer.”
The last bit clicked into place and I knew exactly what was going on. Etta really was up to her old tricks again. She was not only trying to get my money but when that failed, she had resorted to trying to drive Whitney and me apart. I had to hand it to her, she could be really damn cunning. If I hadn't had the experience that I did, she might well have gotten away with it too.
