by Ford, Mia
“Wow, I’m impressed,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink more than one glass of wine before.”
Taylor shrugged. “It’s a special occasion. We are celebrating tonight.”
I took a bite of bread with butter. It was so good it was practically addictive.
“You don’t think there will be any problems with it? Everything should go off without a hitch, right?” I asked.
I was so nervous. I’d spent three years planning and re-planning the perfect revenge plot to take Ted down. Three years and now it was time to get it done. There was no more practice, no more rehearsal. And I was ready. I knew it. I had to be ready.
“I think it will be fine,” Taylor said. “I still think you should just go to the authorities. You are a brand new woman. You are healthy and fit. The man is raising your kids and he tried to kill you. I hate to point out the elephant in the room, but how do you know he hasn’t gotten rid of your kids? Or something…worse?”
I could see that it pained Taylor greatly to say that, and it was something I’d thought about before.
“Because he would never really harm his own kids. He is a neglectful parent, for sure, but he is too narcissistic to ever hurt his own offspring. To him… that would be like cutting off a limb. The kids belong to him. If he wanted to kill them, he would have left them with me in the fire.”
Taylor nodded thoughtfully. He took another bite of his pasta. I could tell he was behind me and that he wanted to be supportive, but he didn’t fully understand my reasons behind this plan.
I knew what Ted was capable of. I knew how devious he was and how his mind worked. If he even thought that I might be alive he’d pay someone to kill me and it would be done. If I sent him to prison, the money he had stolen from me through his legal maneuverings would have accomplished the same thing. Taylor was such a sweetheart that he had trouble thinking like a criminal, despite being such a brilliant man. He didn’t have it in him to hurt a fly. He only knew how to help and to heal. That was what he had been put on this earth for.
And I couldn’t have loved a man more than I loved him.
“I see,” Taylor said. “Ok, so let’s go over it once more to make sure we aren’t missing anything.”
“Alright.”
“First, you get close to him. How do you suppose to do that?”
“Well, I was thinking I’d meet him randomly on the street. You know just follow him and then when I meet him I can flirt a bit and get him interested. And then once that happens I’ll just start getting ingrained in his life. Then I just have to find a way to get proof that he tried to murder me and to find a way to get my money back from him so that he has no legal right to any of it. After that, he will be ruined and he will spend the rest of his sorry ass in prison. It won’t be easy. But I’m going to make it happen.”
“I just hope you understand; it may not work out the way you plan.”
I leaned back in my chair and sipped my own glass of wine. It felt so great to be out in public again. I felt like I’d just been released from prison, which in a very real sense—I had been. I’d also noticed that other people were watching me, mostly men. I almost forgot that I was as attractive as I was now. I’d been considered attractive before and I’d never had any issues getting men interested, but now it was so much worse. Even sitting there across from Taylor, as I glanced around just surveying the scene I caught several men with dates staring in my direction. They looked away when I made eye contact with them. It was kind of a bizarre game.
“Yeah, I know. But I’m prepared. Are you worried about me?”
Taylor look surprised. “Well, no. I know that you will be fine. I don’t have a care in the world about that.”
“Really?”
Taylor broke down and smiled at me a little bit embarrassed. “Yeah. I’m worried. I’d be stupid not to be. You are walking into the tiger cage with a hungry tiger. This psycho has already tried to kill you once. What happens if he somehow figures out who you are?”
“He won’t. But it’s so sweet that you are worried.”
Taylor smiled and reached across the table to grab my hand.
The moment we were back at my place, Taylor scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me up the stairs. My head was spinning slightly from the three glasses of wine I’d had, but I was still very much in control of myself. I wanted to stay alert enough to enjoy this. I’d dreamt of it for so long, ever since Taylor had almost kissed me a few weeks after my lip surgeries.
My lips were new and perfect looking. They weren’t sore, but when Taylor tried to kiss me I just couldn’t bear to let it happen. It might have led to another thing and I just wasn’t ready for that yet. It was too soon. I was too scared to have anyone see my horribly disfigured flesh.
But now. I no longer had that care. I wanted this. I needed this. And I was more than ready.
Taylor kissed me hard as we entered the bedroom, letting the door shut behind him. His hot breath was coming in gasps breathing into me, mixing with my own fire. I was so wet. I’d pleasured myself many times thinking of Taylor and now I was going to experience the real thing.
My hand reached up and grabbed Taylor by the crotch. Through his trousers I could feel his stiff, hard cock. He was thick and long. I’d fantasized so many times about seeing it. What his dick must look like and I hoped that if I ever actually got to try it out that it would be well worth the wait.
And now it was.
Within seconds I had unzipped his pants. His cock was now protruding through the fly hole. Looking down I was amazed at how massive it was in front of me. I stepped forward letting it touch against my belly and flatten itself out a little bit.
Then I could resist no more. My fingers began to slide along the side of his cock. I watched with amusement as it grew harder and thicker still.
“Get down on the bed,” Taylor whispered.
I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind and I agreed it was an excellent idea.
I sat down on the bed and was now staring at his cock wobbling back and forth in front of my face, swaying softly in the breeze of the air conditioning. I leaned forward just a bit to smell him. His scent was sweet and reassuring somehow.
I kissed the tip of his cock. And then I followed up with a lick of the head, wiggling around the tip and then allowing the full head to slip into my mouth just behind my lips. And then back out again. I knew I was teasing him like crazy, but it was turning me on so hard that I could barely see straight.
I was so wet. I reached between my legs under my skirt and moved my panties to the side. Then I began to finger myself. I was almost too wet and I wondered if there would be too much moisture for him to enjoy himself when he finally entered me.
Meanwhile my mouth was still sucking the tip of his thick, meaty dick. I decided it was enough teasing and I opened wider this time allowing his cock to slide all the way into my gaping mouth. He tasted phenomenal. I paused at the base of his cock and let him move in and out of my mouth just a little bit as I gently squeezed and released with my lips.
His eyes rolled back up in his head. His hand reached out to the back of my head to steady himself more than anything, still it was comforting somehow to have his hand just resting there. It felt sweeter and much more romantic. It was loving and endearing almost.
It was almost surreal to think about. All the times I’d fantasized about going down on him and feeling his bulbous mass in my mouth and now it was actually happening. My head was dizzy from the mixture of pleasure and the fact that I was giving him pleasure. The intimacy of the act was too much to take and I found myself wanting to gasp for breath, but I held on anyway.
Taylor pulled his cock out of my mouth just then and slapped my lips gently with it. He was teasing me, enjoying being a bit of a bad ass and having me submit on my knees for him. It was the most arrogant thing I’d ever seen him do and it was cute. I loved it, so I played along.
As his cock came at my mouth I quickly wrapped
my lips around it and let it slip out of my mouth with a loud popping sound. It was funny, I thought. And it turned me on somehow. Sitting there I couldn’t help but feel lucky as hell that I got to be with this man.
Taylor stood me up and had me lay down on the bed. He reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down my legs slowly, letting them slip off my feet. Then he held the underwear for a moment and gave them a small sniff.
I giggled. “What do you think?”
“Delicious,” he said.
Suddenly, he was down on his knees. His hands pushed my skirt up until my pussy was exposed. He took one of his long, thick fingers and traced the line of the slit ever so softly. I could see a bead of wetness now on the tip of his finger as he brought it up in front of his face. Then he put his finger in his mouth and slowly pulled his finger out, savoring the flavor of that drop of my juices.
“Hmmm,” Taylor moaned.
Watching him taste me so slowly was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced. I felt myself getting wetter by the moment and my body was now tingling all over. I wanted him inside of me now. I couldn’t wait much longer.
Taylor stuck his finger actually inside of me this time—just barely inside me—and then pulled out another long bead of wetness. He savored it in his mouth once again.
“Eat me, baby,” I moaned.
Taylor smiled and knelt down farther to put his face in my crotch. The moment his lips touched me my body felt electrified with lust. I wanted to consume Taylor in every way that someone could be consumed right then. I wanted every part of him in my pussy, in my mouth, and in my soul.
His tongue licked me in long, slow strokes. He knew how to build the sexual tension. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it more than even I did. He started by licking just the outer lips and then he was pressing inside until his tongue was mixing with the juices inside of my sweet box.
I moved my hips from side to side and then up and down, trying to mix in a bit of variety and play with Taylor. He almost laughed at one point, but he stayed the course and very soon I could feel an epic climax about to happen.
I pulled away from his mouth and looked him dead in the eyes.
“I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I said.
Taylor stood up and removed every stitch of his clothing. There he was fully nude, standing right in front of me. His body was tight and slender. He was well muscled, but not the least bit bulky. He was perfect.
I quickly removed my skirt and my blouse. I was now lying there with only my bra, my legs raised up and ready for him to enter me.
Taylor looked at me. “Everything.”
I laughed and removed the bra, throwing it across the room.
“Now, fuck me!” I commanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” Taylor joked.
He straddled me on the bed and suddenly with a little twitch of his hips he was inside of me. I let out a long breath of tension as my whole body relaxed around his huge cock. As I did so he moved even deeper until he was stretching me to capacity. It was such a tight fit.
Taylor was slow with the lovemaking. His hard cock moved in and out at a slow, but steady pace. My legs were up high wrapping around his slender torso as I held onto him. I tried to buck my hips in unison with him to facilitate the fucking. It worked. He was pounding me deeply now as I concentrated on my breathing.
“You feel so good…” Taylor moaned. He kissed me hard on the mouth, his lips wiggling sensuously back and forth across mine. Each time our lips touched a jolt of pleasure would course through my body and make my pussy quiver around Taylor’s dick. He continued to thrust into my wetness. The friction was perfect.
Taylor pulled out of me and moved to my side. He tilted me to the right and wrapped his arm around me. Then he was inside of me again. I leaned back into it. It made me feel so loved, almost worshipped to be held this way as I was being made love to. From this angle the fitting of our perspective parts seemed even tighter. I was clamping now around his engorged member while he pushed into my pulsating pool of desire.
“I love you, Leia,” Taylor whispered in my ear. He kissed my ear, nibbled on it, and let his tongue slip into it just ever so slightly. His hands were rubbing my breasts lovingly. He held me close as we continued our lovemaking. It felt so right. As if this was where I was supposed to be. It almost made me glad that I’d had to go through everything I did. Maybe it had happened for a purpose. I wasn’t sure if I really had to go through that much hell though. But who was I to question?
“I love you, too,” I said.
I heard Taylor breathe a huge sigh of relief and happiness. He’d been waiting for me to say those words for a long time. And I’d finally done it. I’d told him I loved him. And I meant it. It felt good to say those words to someone and truly mean it with every fiber of your heart and soul.
“I love you, Taylor. I love you, so much. I have for a long time.”
My words came in moaning gasps as he continued to penetrate me. He was fucking me even harder now, his thrusts coming long and deep with just the most perfectly timed pause between the two.
“I’m coming!” I yelled a moment before the climax overtook me. My whole body clenched as the sweet moment of total release came over me.
Taylor held me tightly against him, still comforting me and reassuring me that I was in a safe place. Somehow he knew that it was the most important thing for me to feel right then. With everything I’d gone through with Ted, I just wanted to feel happy and safe. I hadn’t been in that space for so long…
“AAGGGH!” Taylor moaned as he came inside of me.
I felt his body flexing against mine, his cock almost permanently wedged into me as he pumped every single drop of his magnificent seed inside.
I tried to buck against him, but his body posture was still too rigid against mine. He shuddered for several seconds until finally he released his hold and lay there gasping for breath. His thick member was still inside of me.
I reached behind me and held his ass. I pressed him firmly against me while I bucked my hips back and forth.
“Shit!” Taylor gasped as my pussy moved up and down on his spent cock.
I continued this for several seconds until neither of us could take anymore.
And then we laid there in each other’s arms until sleep eventually came. I think Taylor fell asleep first. I loved listening to his breathing as he slept. It was soft, and soothing.
I couldn’t believe how happy I was.
This was a day I thought I would never have again. I had a brand new body, a brand new life. And I had a brand new love. I truly felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
The only thing I didn’t have were my kids. And soon I would have them by my side.
And I would have my revenge on the man who had taken everything from me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ted
“What the hell, Elise? You were supposed to pick up the kids from school twenty minutes ago.”
Elise stood there staring at me for several seconds as if she had no idea what I was talking about.
“Why was I supposed to do that? You were in town. In fact, you were about two miles from there just a bit ago.”
“Yeah, but I was busy with work. You are their nanny. I pay you to pick them up from pre-school and bring them home. Then it’s your job to supervise them until I get home and to keep them out of my hair while I finish up business here in my office. I’ve got calls to make still.”
“Wait a minute,” Elise said. “I’m your girlfriend. I said I’d help out from time to time, but I thought it was implied that once we started dating you would hire an actual full time nanny. What the hell is this?”
“Then why am I still paying you a salary?” I asked.
Elise shrugged. “I don’t know. You can afford it. You know I’m between jobs right now and I’m trying to save money to go back to school. I just thought you wanted to help me out.”
I balled my hand into a fist and pounded the count
er top. I wanted to throw it through her fucking skull. This was getting to be too much trouble; way more than it was worth. I’d hired Elise about a month before to be a nanny to the boys. And I have to admit I hired her because she was hot. Well, it turned out she was also an amazing lover who had very little that was off limits in the bedroom. So I started dating her, but I never told her that she was no longer a nanny for the boys.
And now I was sick of her altogether. If I’d known, she was that stupid I probably wouldn’t have banged her to begin with. Stupidity in a woman-no matter how hot she looks—is a huge turnoff for me. I can’t stand stupidity in anyone. It’s even worse if I want to have sex with that person.
“You know what? We are done. You are done here. You are fired as a nanny and as whatever this was between us,” I said. “Get the hell out.”
Elise stared at me with her mouth open, the shock and horror of it all finally starting to sink into her empty brain.
“You bastard!” She bellowed. “You are going to be so sorry. No one treats me this way and gets away with it. Do you have any idea who my father is?”
“No, and your mother probably doesn’t either. Get the hell out of my house. Good riddance to your lazy ass.”
I walked behind her as she stormed out of the house. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass as it wiggled angrily back and forth down the front steps to her car.
I would miss that, but there were principles at stake here.
I closed the door behind her and locked it. After telling the butler to go pick the kids up at school, I went to my office, poured a bourbon, and sat down behind my computer. It was time to create a new profile. I had to find a new nanny and I had to do it fast. With my work schedule I had no time for the kids during the week and no interest for them any other time. But I was damned proud of how they were turning out. They were strong and independent. They were working on the noise factor, but then again they were not quite four years old. That would come in time. I needed to groom them to take over the empire one day.