**Author’s note: this is the 3rd chapter of the series, you might want to check out previous chapters (My Master and My Teacher, in that order) to get the whole picture***
Table of contents:
Part I: Monochromatic evidence.
Part II: A dirty deal.
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Part I: Monochromatic evidence.
Tatiana
I threw whatever clothes I found into my luggage, not giving a damn about seasons, colors or any sense of fashion. In my frenzy, I even tossed in some dirty laundry laying on the floor.
Déjà vu! History does repeat itself. Twelve years ago I’d also turned drawers upside down, packed in a haze, and ran away to meet my fate.
“This is a bad idea, I’m telling you.”
My husband, Bruno, shook his head as he stood, arms crossed, leaning on the door frame of the room we’ve shared for over a decade.
“Bad idea or not, I have to do something,” I said, grabbing anything at hands reach regardless of how useful it was. “I can’t stay here sipping wine while my baby is in danger.”
“You promised you would never mention them again.”
“I don’t care what I promised!” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. “You’ll never understand what is like being a parent!”
He averted his eyes, pressing his lips together. Once, when loneliness ate me alive and I had nothing to pass the time but his body in my bed, it seemed like a good idea to forsake my entire life to follow him across continents. We agreed never to talk about our lives before Paris, and I’d tried hard to keep that promise, but in light of recent events I could not hold up to that promise anylonger.
“I knew it. You’ve always resented me for it.”
“I have no time for your drama.” I managed to zip my luggage close, and drag it off the bed onto the floor, heading for the door. “I’ll save my daughter, and if you are not going to help at least don’t get in my way.”
“You are wrong,” he mumbled, steeping aside to let me get me through. “What you think is happening here, what that man told you, is wrong. There’s more to it than meets the eye.”
I took a crumpled black and white picture out my pocket and shoved it to his chest.
“Do you call that a mistake?” my voice voiced trailed off, finding it hard to believe what the image was showing. “That’s my own son fingering his sister on the bus!”
… … …
“Don’t look back, never look back.”
That’s what I told myself when I ran away with Bruno.
I married too young, a relationship doomed from the start with an absent husband and several financial struggles. Of course, a bohemian life in Paris sounded ten times more appealing than being a bored stay-at-home mom. I told myself over and over I had the right to be happy, that my two precious children would be better off without me, that I would forget.
But I never did.
As years passed by and the excitement faded away, even with all the money and fame Bruno racked as photographer and my own success as fashion coach, the lingering guilt and regret I felt for leaving my babies behind only grew bigger with each passing year.
“Ma’am…you are not gonna like what I found out.”
I hired a private investigator to trace them down for me. At first, I was just happy with getting occasional news from them: Laurie’s ballet recital, Henry’s award at the science fair. How she turned out a fashion enthusiast like me, how Henry was building his own IT consulting company with friends from colleague. It made me so proud.
“You not gonna like it one bit…”
The man handed a me a stack of compromising photos, and my stomach turned upside down when I went over them: He was touching her in public, ripping her clothes off in their living room, forcing himself on her at any given opportunity.
There’s more to it than meets the eye.
I would not fall for his cheap philosophical crap. What else was there to “meet?”
Henry was taking advantage of my little girl, and I had to rescue her.
It was the only though that occupied my mind.
… … …
By the time I got off the plane, it was night already. I had their address from my P.I., and headed there at once, without a plan nor a course of action, only a desperate need to take her out of that house and into safety as soon as possible.
“Come on up!”
The voice came thru, cheerful and carefree, and the gate buzzed open.
As a foreign woman in a tough business, I was used to nervousness. Dealing with top, powerful executives, major stars and top branded models was my day to day, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to face. As I rode the elevator to the fourth floor where they lived, my knees trembled and my heart raced so fast it threaten break my rib cage.
Knock, knock, knock…
Seconds passed and I had to remind myself to breathe. The door finally opened. And there it was: a face I knew too well, if only thru faded pictures, peeked through, casual at first, then froze in place.
“Laurie?”
My voice failed as I said her name. All my maternal instincts came back to me; she might have grown up, but she still was my crazy, little squirrel.
Right behind her, loomed the figure I was afraid to face. A tall, broad man, with honeyed tanned skin, messy brown hair and thick framed glasses. So much like his father, my first son and now my enemy: Henry.
… … …
“Mom?”
So much happened within the next few seconds, it was as if time had slowed down.
His face went from shocked to rage faster than a heartbeat. It looks could kill, I would have sure fell on the spot. Even in regular circumstances I wouldn’t blame him for it, yet the possessive way he stood behind her, his hand on her delicate shoulder, made my stomach revolt.
I braced myself, expecting a similar reaction from her. But she let out a joyful laugh, and threw herself at me to hug my waist, her head resting on my chest as if to hear my heart beating.
“You came back! I always knew you would!”
Her euphoric welcome was as unexpected as Henry’s resentment look. He stood there, with a clenched jaw and hands curled into fists to the side of his body. He’d grown so tall, taller than me in high heels.
“Henry,” his name felt sour on my lips. It took all my inner strength to hold his gaze and not to run away right then.
“Woman.” He spat the word with vile, with all the obvious intent to hurt me. It worked.
“Come on in! Oh Mom, Dad will be thrilled!”
She took me by the hand, dragged me into the house and made me sit on one of the ample couches in the living room, the one facing the flat screen. It was the view from where most of the pictures were taken. I felt disgusted, but did my best to conceal it.
“We have so much to talk about!” she kept going, “Oh, I love your dress! Is that a Valentino? I have one, too! Will you stay in my room? Oh, maybe you want to see Dad’s room? We can make some space in his closet for you and-”
“She’s not staying.” Henry’s words cut the air like daggers. “That’s not the luggage of someone planning a long stay.”
“He’s right. I’ll just be here for a few days,” I dared to hold her hands in mine. “I was about to check in a hotel, but I wanted to see you first.”
The disappointment on her face broke my heart.
“What do you mean for a few days? You…you are not leaving again, are you?”
“Laurie,” Henry said, “Why don’t you go and try to call Dad? I’m sure he’ll want to know about this.”
She squeezed my hands, as if too afraid to let them go.
“Go on, darling, I’ll wait,” I said, reassuring her with the well practice smile I used with my clients. “I did drop by unannounced, its best if someone gives him a heads up.”
“Okay.”
Not without reluctance she let go of me, to disappear in to the hall.
The air felt cold, heavy with an imminent sense of danger. Left alone with him, that man I refused to call my son, was excruciating. He crossed the living room to stand before me, arms folded in his chest, unreadable, poker face on.
“Why are you here?” He said, squinting his eye at me. “I doubt you were looking for a happy family reunion.”
I rubbed my hands together, measuring my words.
“You must be shocked, it’s been so long, right? You’ve grown so tall-”
“Stop that, woman. Laurie might be naïve, but I can’t be tricked this easily. I will ask again: why are you here?”
“I was just in town, and I-”
“Liar.”
His eyes pierced through me, I might as well have had my hidden agenda written on my forehead. This was no ordinary man I was dealing with. It was right to say he was a cunning demon.
“Can’t a woman try to make amends with her past?” I said to save some time, “I understand if you hate me, but at least listen to what I have to say.”
“And what’s that, exactly? Tell me the real reason, or I swear to God I’ll kick you out this house as we stand here! Are you dying? Is it one of those twelve step programs? Do you need money?”
“What difference does it make?”
“None to me, but I won’t have you hurting my little sister again.”
To hear him talk like I was the one doing damage here got on my nerves. I took the picture of them on the bus and handed to him. For a fraction of a second his eyebrows a flinched, a tiny wrinkle appeared on his forehead, only to fade just as fast.
“I’ll take Laurie back to Paris with me.” I said at last, sitting tall, just as I learned to do when talking to tough clients. “I won’t let you touch her again.”
Steps on the hall announced Laurie was back. He folded the picture like it was nothing and stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans, not a single emotion betraying his dark eyes. How could anyone be this calm after being called out on their dirty deeds, was something I could not comprehend.
“Dad’s on his way!” she said, crossing the room to throw her arms around my neck. “He was so surprised! We should have a big dinner to celebrate! Henry makes the best pasta in town, you should try it out sometime!”
“I just remembered,” he said ever so casual, “I agreed to meet some friends tonight. We’ll have to leave it for another day.”
“Tonight, Henry? can’t you just cancel with them?” she said, a childish pout on her lips.
“I already promised I would go,” He walked to the front door, and gave a side glance to my luggage still in the doorway. “I heard The Grand Executive Hotel is really nice this time of year. Why don’t you check it out?”
I understood this as a demand, not a suggestion.
“Yes, I might do that.” I said, looking over my shoulder to give him a last severe look.
“Oh, and one last thing,” He said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the cabinet near the door, “I’d be careful with my words if I were you. I, too, have ways to dig for dirty laundry.”
The moment the door closed behind him, I took her hands in mine, and decided to carry out what I’d come to do.
“Laurie,” I said “You know that I love you more than anything, right?”
“Of course.”
“You know even after I… I was gone, I kept looking after you, even from a distance, that I never forgot about you.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Laurie,” I took a deep breath, disgusted by the words I had to say, “I know what Henry does to you. Come to Paris with me and I’ll make sure he never touches you again. We can leave tonight.”
Her smile vanished from her face, and she removed her hands from mine on the spot.
“What do you mean, what Henry does to me?”
“I know he’s made you his lover” her expression grew stiff and somber, and she flinched away when I tried to touch her hair, “Honey, I don’t blame you. It must have been hard for you to keep quiet about it for so long. But you don’t have to fear any more, I’m here to help.”
“What are you going to do with Henry?” Her voice was flat, aggressive.
“Nothing. At least, nothing you don’t want me to. But he is a bad person, my dear, please realize that.”
“How dare you.” She jumped to her feet, stepping away from me, the words forcing their way out her gritted teeth, “How dare you insulting your own son that way! How dare you thinking the worst of him, how dare you coming back only to split me apart from the one person who ever truly loved me! What about Jamie, are you going to insult him to?”
“Who’s Jamie?” I asked, a name not familiar to me at all. “Dear, I only want what’s best for you.”
“Taking me away from Henry, is like taking my own life. I think you better leave.”
“Laurie, I-”
“LEAVE!”
… … … …
Part II: A dirty deal.
I arrived at the hotel some time before midnight, weary from traveling, torn apart after facing a past I’d tried hard to forget. The front desk lady raised a suspicious eyebrow at the mention of my name, staring at me far longer than any employee of her level should.
“Yes, we do have a reservation for you…sign here please.”
“Get it together, Tatiana,” I said to myself as I counted every step to reach the suite I’d been booked into, “remember why we are doing this… think of Laurie, think of your little girl.”
Not without hesitation I swiped the key card to the door’s reader, the beeping sound echoing in the silence of the hall.
It was a large, elegant room, with a breath-taking view of the city from its window wall. The details, though kept to a minimum, only added to its modern ambiance: a large square bed in the center, some chic sofas at one end, a slick cabinet at the other end on top of which rested a simple, porcelain flower vase, and the semi open bathroom door to the west side of the room. But I was not alone.
“I see you were expecting me.” I said. “What’s this place?”
Though lights were dimmed, I could still make out his figure seated at the edge of the bed, his torso leaning forward and hands laced as if in prayer, his eyes the only thing gleaming in the dark.
“You tell me, you are the one who knows all my secrets.”
He’s voice, calm on the surface, was menacing enough to make me shiver. I took a few steps forward, keeping a healthy distance from him.
He knew I would come. It went to show I was not dealing with just anyone, but a cunning, dangerous man. For every step I took, he had already taken four and traced them back, just to be sure.
“Very well. This is where you met with your lovers,” I said. “The many men and women you’ve had before… your safe place.”
He got up to his feet, his body taller than me in high heels, with clenched fists to the side. I kept my stand, not willing to show any fear. I would not fear. I would expose him and walk out of here victorious.
“I own this room,” he said, “Well, technically, I own half this hotel. You are in my territory now. I’m sure you know what it means in business, don’t you? I have the upper hand.”
“I’m the one who has the pictures, and I will not hesitate to make them public.”
“I’d like to see you try. We both have a lot to lose.”
“You are bluffing.”
“Am I?” He gestured with his head to the bed, where a large file rested with the name of my current husband written on top. “You are not the only one playing spy here, woman. I, too, have my ways of getting skeletons out of a closet.”
He crossed the room to me, standing so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my face. I wanted to hate this man, but by God, he was beautiful: ample forehead at the bottom of which rested a pair of thick dark eyebrows, now furrowed in an aggressive arch, a straight, chiseled nose, high cheek bones and a strong, square jaw; his overall features reminded me of those manly actors in old western films, a fearsome cowboy on a mission, the type not to stop until all his enemies lay around him, gushing blood from their bullet wounds. Even though I tried my best not to flinch, I couldn’t prevent my checks from growing red at the sight of those soft, round lips; lips I had tried, long ago, on someone else.
“You could have anyone you wanted,” My voice broke, betraying my attempt to be brave. “Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be your little sister?”
In the shade of the room, I seemed to detect something on him, a flicker of emotion far from anger and closer to despair. I wish I could find a way to comfort him, to hold him tight and assured him it was going to be all right, for him, for her, for all of us. After all, he was also my son, my first child and that of my first love: he was my beloved Henry.
… … …
His father, Douglas, and I married during our first year of college. There’s not much to say about him except he was the best looking man I’d ever laid my eyes upon. I couldn’t help myself and slept with him on our first date. I still remember the taste of his cum, his thick member stretching the tightness of my pussy and his firm hands fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples until I cried.
I went wild over that man and swore I’d keep his cock for my own.
As embarrassing as it is to admit it, I did became pregnant on purpose, to force him to take me forever. And he did married me though, in hind sight, I should’ve known he was already married to his job and his career. We lived together but we’d never share a home. The arrival of a second baby didn’t make him reconsider being more present in our lives, either.
The only reason I stayed married to him that long, was because when a miracle happened and he was home, I’d shamelessly do everything I could to send the kids away (so I could have him all to myself) because he could fuck me for hours. We’d entangle in a sex marathon so intense, I’d either fall sleep or pass out after coming several times, but he’d continue drilling my ass or pussy, and made me swallow the gallons of cum he’d been holding onto for days.
But foolish as I was, bored and horny all of the time, I fell into the arms of a young photographer I’d met at an art exhibition. After months of sexy encounters, he asked me to run away with him to Paris and I did. He couldn’t compare to the monstrous stamina of my husband, nor could his dick fill my insides until I felt as if it might split me in half, but he was nice, tender and attentive. In short, any woman’s fantasy. I lived a fairy tale most women only dream of: an exotic, bohemian life in France, filled with art, passion and never ending excitement.
Yet, when the P.I. I hired, at a moment of weakness to find my children, came back with a stack of photos that showed them in various compromising positions, I knew my fantasy had come to an end. I had to recapture my responsibility as their mother. I couldn’t allow Henry to take advantage of Laurie any longer. Meeting him at this hotel was my last resort.
“What do you want?” he asked, his momentary frailty fading away as quickly as it appeared. “Money? I have plenty. Stocks? I’ll give you the ones I have in this place. What will it take to get you out of our lives for good?”
“Stay away from Laurie.”
“No, you stay away from her.”
The proximity of his body, though intimidating, sent my heart racing for different reasons. He looked so much like his father at his age, if only for his glasses. My eyes darted to his lips and they triggered memories of wild kisses, sexy growls and dirty cursing at the moment of pleasure. It was only through sheer will that I’d averted my gaze, though my panties had become wet. I was glad I was still wearing my coat so he wouldn’t notice my nipples getting hard.
Not like my reactions would escape his cunning eyes.
“You’re flustered. Is this turning you on, woman?”
There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
“It’s Tatiana. Show some respect.”
“I happen to have zero respect for a mother who bailed on her children.” He raised a hand to stroke a section of my hair falling over my shoulder. “But come to think of it, I haven’t seen you in years. You’re a stranger to me. I can’t think of you as a mother at all.”
He smelled like his dad. The same musky, spicy cologne that had tickled my nostrils and announced he was near so many times. My body reacted of its own accord, and I couldn’t stop it from getting hotter. The firm grasp of my mind vanished. When I waved his hand away, the brief contact with his skin sent electricity all through me. It was hard to remember I had my son, and not his father, in front of me.
“Is this what you do to her? Do you seduce her like this?”
“Do you think I’m seducing you?”
“You’re like your father, you have this aura around you. I know it all too well as I was caught up in his. You may look innocent, but there’s something dark about you, Henry, and people can’t help but be attracted to your darkness.”
“Are you saying you’re attracted to me?”
His voice was alluring and hypnotic. He grabbed my chin with a firm hand so I couldn’t escape his eyes.
“If you’re so horrified about what Laurie and I do, aren’t you being hypocritical by wanting me to do the same thing to you?”
I pushed him away and backed myself into a corner to escape his influence. I was breathing hard and my panties had grown uncomfortably wet.
“You have nothing on Bruno. He’s a good man,” I managed to say.
“Oh, I don’t know. Money laundering is kind of a big deal.”
He took a few steps back, picked up the file and flipped the pages as he pretended to read through it.
“Did you actually think he was running away with his darling back then? Oh, he was running, alright. From the law. I could hand him over to the police faster than you can say fuck me.”
I pressed my lips together, and my mind broke in unison with my heart. Not my Bruno, he was always so sweet. There was a chance Henry was lying, but I couldn’t risk losing someone I loved. When push comes to shove, a woman must do what she must to protect who or what she cares about.
“Let’s trade. You let Bruno and Laurie go and I’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
He raised a playful eyebrow. I’d fallen into his trap and he knew it.
“If it’s sex you want, then take me, instead.”
… … …
His shoulders seemed to relax a little, and his lips formed a dark smile.
“Now, that’s an interesting turn of events. Can you really cross that line?”
“If that’s what it takes to get them away from you, then yes.”
He looked at me from head to toe, analyzing me.
“You’re not half bad for a woman of your age. I might take you up on that offer.”
A lustful light danced in his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed again. Far from feeling offended, I found myself aroused. I consciously understood it wasn’t right. Maybe I was simply too tired, or too stressed, or felt too lonely, but at that time, having that gorgeous man looking at me with desire, a man who so resembled the one I’d been crazy about, caused my mental barriers to be bypassed as they reached that primal instinct within me: the desire to be possessed, taken and fucked until I ran out of breath.
“I’ve never been with a mature woman before.” He leaned back to rest his weight on his hands and make himself comfortable. “This could be interesting. Go ahead. Strip.”
My breathing came as heavy huffing sounds.
I could’ve left.
I could’ve called someone and revealed the pictures.
I could’ve done so many things, yet, I chose to undress in front of my own son.
I let my heavy fur coat roll off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Then I unzipped the back of my dress and allowed it to join my coat. I was facing him, wearing nothing except my red lace underwear and my expensive high heels.
He licked his lips as he took a good measure of my figure. I was used to being desired: Vanity had made me get a boob job, which turned my natural, petite breasts into full, round D-cups. I was proud of my slender body and strong, lean legs, which I’d gotten through hours and hours of yoga and ballet lessons. I wasn’t curvy, and though there wasn’t much ass to grab on to, I was still considered attractive.
“Move closer to the window and leave your heels on.”
I hesitated about doing that.
“Are you worried someone may be taking pictures as you did to me? Don’t worry, everything that happens stays within these walls.”
There was a hint of sarcasm with his words.
“My appetite can’t be easily satisfied. Are you sure you can handle it?” he said.
“I’m very skilled. I’m sure you’ll be surprised.”
“Is that so? Let’s see what you can do.”
He unzipped his pants, and there it was.
Hard, erect and beautiful, just as I remembered his father’s to be.
It was thick, all the way from the base to the perfect, soft tip and without any skin to cover it. The tiny veins, which throbbed around it, made it look delicious enough to make my mouth water and my pussy twitch in anticipation.
I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to grab and jerk it until his milk spurted on my face. I wanted to suck on it until I gagged, and then keep going to make him fill my throat with cum. I wanted to sit on it and fuck myself with it, and have it wreck my ass like his dad’s did in the past. How can life be so cruel as to give such a perfect dick to someone I wasn’t supposed to touch? It appeared to be a punishment for my past sins, one I could only redeem by sinning even worse.
“You should see your face. You look so hungry for my cock.”
He grabbed the base to keep it straight for me and taunted me.
“Let’s do a little role play to make it easier for you. I’m your boss, now. You’ll obey me in all that I say, and you’ll address me as: Yes, Boss or No, Boss. Understood?”
That was perfect. It gave me what I’d needed. My mind had slipped away from me, and it was only fair to say he was screwing with my mind more so than my body. I could follow his game and, momentarily, turn into someone else and have the best sex of my life, guilt free.
“Yes, Boss.”
I lowered my gaze, braced my arms around my waist and pretended to be ashamed as I knew that’s what he wanted.
“You’re so submissive. I like that. Say you want my cock.”
“I… I want it.”
“That doesn’t quite convince me. Say it again. Dirty.”
“I want your cock, Boss. I want you to fuck my pussy with your thick cock.”
He threw his head back with a roar of laughter.
“I can get used to this. It really turns me on.”
I allowed myself to look at his juicy cock as precum had begun dripping down the length. I understood why, in past centuries, there was so much worship around a phallic figure. Nothing is more enticing than a perfectly crafted cock. It awakens primitive and wild urges that demand to be satisfied.
“What should I do next, Boss?”
“Beg for it, woman. If you’re good enough, I’ll reward you as you want. I’ll put it deep into your ass and then make you suck it until I cum. You want that, don’t you?”
A man with enough experience need not to ask, he knows. More than reading my mind, he read my body’s reactions…how my pupils dilated, and how my nipples grew so stiff they hurt. I pressed my legs together and almost started cumming on my own from being ordered around.
“Please, Boss. Fuck my ass and mouth. Pump your cum down my throat. Cum everywhere inside of me. I’m desperate for it.”
If that was the type of power he exerted over Laurie, I understood why it was so hard for her to escape. I felt jealous of her because his dick had been inside of her, his hands had touched her and handled her body and made her scream for more. A man who knows enough, can make you addicted to him; if she’d been getting this on a regular basis then, as one woman to another, I couldn’t hold it against her.
“You’re so dirty. You really want it, don’t you, shameless woman? Get down on all fours, put your ass against the window and touch yourself. Let them, down there, see you making yourself feel good.”
Of course, I did as he said. I’d gotten down onto the floor and crawled like a cat so I could face the side of the bed, with my ass facing the window. I was already wet so there was no need to lick my fingers. After he’d gotten off the bed, I was able to see his hard and erect dick, it almost reached his belly button, as he came to stand in front of me. He watched the reflection on the glass as I ran my fingers over my panties, rubbed my pussy lips, pressed my clit and moaned at the touch of my own hand. It wasn’t nearly enough. There was no way, not with my level of arousal, I’d be able to begin to be satisfied by only that. I needed more. I needed him.
“Please, Boss! I can’t hold it anymore…fuck me now!”
My voice, contorted on dirty moans, spoke for itself.
“Fine. Lay on your back.”
“Oh my god! Yes, Boss! Thank you, Boss!”
I carefully made every move to look more seductive and dirtier than the last, as I slowly slid my body down to the floor, then turn upward, spreading my legs wide for him. I was hoping he’d stick it in at once, no preamble, no warning. I just wanted it inside me, stretching me, breaking me, plain and simple fucking me.
Henry climbed on top of me and looked into my eyes for a few seconds.
And slammed his fist on the floor only inches away from my face.
“You disgust me.” he hissed under his breath, sneering like a feral animal “I wouldn’t touch you if my life depended on it.”
He stood, zipped his pants and walked to a cabinet at the wall in front of the bed. He moved an inconspicuous vase aside and revealed a small digital video camera, the recording light on, capturing everything that just transpired.
I grew cold, as if I’d been thrown into iced water, and my consciousness snapped back into focus. I bolted upright into a sitting position and covered my semi-naked body with my arms. How naive I was. I should’ve seen it coming.
“You…you had it all planned out.”
He pressed some buttons, no doubt rewinding the video, and his lips turned upward into a satisfactory, yet evil, grin. He’d won. He’d won from the moment I set foot into that room.
“Do you want to see how you look? It’s hot, I won’t deny that. I’ll bet Bruno would love to see this, and I just happen to have his email address. Should I send it now? Is his love for you true enough to survive this?”
“You wouldn’t.”
He snapped the camera shut, walked to the bed and threw the file at me. It landed off to my side, papers spreading in disorder among the floor.
“You have no idea what I went through, what I had to sacrifice, after you left.”
He dared not look at me, but I sensed the emotion in his voice. He wasn’t my boss anymore. He was a poor, broken child who was remembering the injustice I’d caused against him.
“My innocence, at the hands of our caretakers. My childhood, ‘gone’, so I could become the man of the house. My own mind and soul…all so I could protect her. You think you’re so holy by coming back after all of these years and pretending to care for a daughter you’d abandoned for a stranger’s cock? Yet, here you are…trading her for a cock, again. I pity you. You’ll never understand what true love really is.”
He walked to the door, turned the light on as he walked out, and said his last words.
“Do all of us a favor and don’t show your face around us again.”
I wouldn’t.
My body collapsed to the side. In the silence of the room, sobs sounded that of a wounded animal, and it hurt my ears. It took me a while to realize it was me who was crying. My hands shook as I reached out to grab the file, hoping my sacrifice was worth it and I’d managed to save Bruno. I’d forgive him, sure I would, yet, my curiosity drove me to read the file to see what I was saving him from. My heart, yet again, sank in my chest.
There was nothing but blank pages.
… … …
“Your tickets, M’lady.”
The next morning, Douglas came to pick me up at the hotel to drive me back to the train station. I called him the night before, decided to let everything out, but changed my mind at the last minute and simply asked him if we could see each other one last time.
“You don’t have to call me that,” I said, as we walked side by side at the station, waiting for my train. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”
“Sorry. Bad habits die hard.”
He hadn’t lost any of the charm that swept my heart away back then. Even the gray lines on his head did nothing to make him more attractive. He’s unconscious sexy movements still mesmerized me. Why did I ever leaved him?
“You never married again.” I observed, too aware of the weight of my own ring on my finger.
“I’m a lousy husband, I’m aware of that. I never understood why you wanted to marry me in the first place.”
“We had a bit of a situation back then.”
“Still, I was never cut out for marriage life. I’m sorry I made you so miserable.”
“No, you don’t have to apologize. I guess we both made each other miserable.”
We both remained silent for a good while. Soon, I’d be gone, defeated, humiliated and hurt.
“Something very unnatural is happening in that house.” I said at last, “But how can I expect you to notice? You didn’t even notice when I was cheating on you.”
He hid his hands on his pants pockets, resting his weight on one foot.
“I noticed.”
I open my eyes wide, and gasped. But then, he looked at me and gave me a sad smile.
“I noticed you had someone else. But I thought, as long as it made you happy, then that’s all that mattered. I don’t know how a normal family is supposed to be, I grew up in foster houses. I know I’m a lousy father, and all I can do is give them financial support. They’re nice kids, Tatiana, and how they look after each other makes me happy. You know, as well as I do, how painful loneliness can be.”
I looked at him. He’s always had a habit of saying half words and half truths, but remained untouched. That’s what I both loved and hated about him. A sour smile crossed my lips. He was right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he might’ve known more than he was willing to admit. But if that was the case, who was I to say a word? Ignorance is bliss, and I’d caused enough trouble to tear that bliss away.
“I hope you have a safe trip,” he said as he handed me my luggage after I stepped onto the train.
“Goodbye, Douglas.”
That time, I got to say it properly. The train’s doors closed and I looked at him until it faded away, leaving my past behind once again
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Part III: All Things Must Come To An End
Jamie
I was at the edge of the bed, and someone held my legs up. I sensed the weight of her body sitting near me.
I could only hum because my mouth was stuffed with her lace panties. A silk fabric covered my eyes and my hands were tied above my head with a soft ribbon. A tiny hand rubbed my dick up and down at a torturous slow speed and covered my tip, stopping my cum from spilling and my body from reaching its limit. Something hard and slippery entered my ass and it was pushed in deep and twisted around to get its texture to rub me from the inside. My back jerked into a curve and nearly broke under so much stimulation.
“Do you think he understood?”
Henry’s voice sounded playful and she giggled.
“Let’s find out.”
She removed the gag from my mouth and I gasped for air.
“Say it, Jamie. What’s rule number one?” Henry commanded.
“Don’t get caught. Never get caught,” I managed to say. “I want to come! Please, let me come!”
After the blindfold was removed, I saw Laurie’s amused face and the seductiveness of her naked body. Henry continued standing at the edge of the bed as he pushed a pink dildo inside of me while she sat beside me and held my dick. Then, he lifted her up by her hips, turned her to face him and sat her on my erect dick as if we were nothing more than toys for him to play with, and we were to accommodate him. It was painful to my dick when she sat down, but I was too hot to complain! As she was in the reverse cowgirl position, she took me in and relied on Henry to move her hips to get me in and out of her asshole.
“I hope you learned your lesson,” Henry said, his voice calm, yet firm. “If I ever find you two doing things in public or if you ever make me do things in public, I’ll ground you. I won’t fuck you for a month.”
“No, please! I’ll be good, I promise!” Laurie said.
“We’ll obey you, brother. Please, don’t stop loving us,” I added.
Henry took the dildo out and entered me at once. My body felt as if it might break with her weight on top of my dick and his thick dick inside of my ass. She held him by his shoulders to sustain her pace, and made herself feel good with my body. She wet my balls, and Henry’s dick, as she squirted and he filled me with his cum as my own cum filled her hot ass. I loved it whenever we’d climax together, because it made me feel as if we’d really become one during sex.
“There’s no way I’ll ever stop loving either of you, but my love is demanding, and I fear…”
His voice trailed off as he let her lay to my side so she could cuddle me as she always did after sex.
“No, never mind. Just be happy, for my sake, that’s all I really want.”
“We love you and we want you to be happy, too,” I said.
“We’ll always belong to you. No matter who tries to come between us, we’ll always come back to you,” she added.
“That’s exactly what I fear.”
Henry turned around and left. He never stayed the night with us. A strange feeling, a bad premonition, filled my heart. It was the same awful feeling I carried around before my mother passed away. I held my wife tighter against me as I spoon his words in my head.
If there’s anything I’ve learned so far in life, was that all things, good or bad, always came to an end.
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Thank you to volunteer editor AesopsFables for helping me with a second edit for this story.