by Iona Rose
“Thought I’d say goodbye before I left,” he said. He shut the door behind him, locked it, and stepped into the room. “But I realize I can even do more than that. I can help you with that lotion.” His voice had thickened. A sign of his arousal.
“Okay,” I said, aroused at the sight of his tented formal slacks. I licked my lips in anticipation.
His eyes on me, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it carefully on the dresser. He loosened his tie and pulled it up over his head. He came to me and took the lotion from my hands.
He squatted down, poured a dollop of lotion into the palm of his hand, and then spread it to his other hand. “I like to start with the legs… and have I ever told you, you are exceptionally beautiful.”
“Many times,” I said thickly.
He rubbed the lotion on my right leg in gentle circular movements. Slowly, he rose higher and higher, each time adding more lotion to his hands.
By the time he reached my thighs, my pussy was dripping. I’m sure Luke could smell my arousal and feel the stickiness of my thighs but he acted as if his only interest was in applying lotion to my skin. My pussy felt as if it was on fire. His hands were so close and yet, so far.
I shifted my weight from one foot to another, eager to feel his hands on my pussy quenching the fire building up. “My skin is rather dry further up,” I finally said, unable to wait.
Luke chuckled. “I like your impatience, but you’ll have to wait, my sweet Ella. I intend to take my time enjoying your sexy body.”
I knew how to solve that problem. I loosened the knot of the towel and let it fall to the ground. Luke looked up and saw my pussy inches away from his nose. He inhaled sharply as my scent invaded his nostrils.
There was no more talk of impatience now. He lifted a finger and probed my folds, the lotion completely forgotten. “I’ve never seen a pussy that drips so much. Look at it.” He slipped a finger into me.
I couldn’t hold back a moan. I’d craved his touch so much that when he finally touched me, I felt like I would unravel. Come apart. “Luke,” I whispered.
A second finger went in. “So beautiful,” Luke murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy making me moan and writhe.
My pussy clenched hard on the digits. “Don’t stop,” I said, grinding myself against his hand.
“You look so hot with your tits bouncing like that,” Luke said.
I should have been embarrassed at the indecent figure I cut, standing there naked while he finger fucked me first thing in the morning, but I wasn’t. He made me feel that way and I wanted him to know it. Luke’s other hand played with my clit, flicking it and rubbing circles over it.
It didn’t take long before my body began to tremble and I seemed to lose all my senses except for what was happening in my pussy. I threw my head back and let out a strangled scream as I climaxed.
“Not too loud,” Luke warned before he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked it. With his fingers deep inside my sex, and his tongue on my clit and slit, a second orgasm came on the heels of the first, and it took a long time before I stopped shaking.
Knowing that his cock was burning, I fell back on the bed, lifted my legs into the air, and spread them into a V, exposing my open pussy to his greedy eyes. “Aren’t you going to be late?” I asked sweetly.
“Fuck Ella, how is a man supposed to resist that?” He unbuttoned his pants as he spoke and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs.
“He’s not,” I said. I expected Luke to fuck me as soon as he got between my legs. After all, I was wet and ready for him. Instead, he slid up higher and lowered his head to suck on my sensitive nipples.
I squirmed. The sensations in my breasts became almost unbearable as Luke thumbed one and sucked on the other and then interchanged them.
“So sweet, I could do this all day, except I’m scared of embarrassing myself,” Luke said.
“How?”
“By ejaculating even before I reach the final destination,” he said.
I giggled.
He raised my legs and pushed them back to my shoulders. He held his cock in one hand and guided it to the entrance of my hungry entrance. We had stopped using condoms two days ago. I was on the pill and it just seemed wrong to have even the thinnest skin of rubber between us.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped out as his cock stretched and filled my pussy. His balls were against my ass as he pumped in and out in deep strokes that penetrated deep into my body. “Fuck me… yeah,” I hissed. “I love your big cock, cowboy.”
“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk,” Luke growled.
“Is that a promise?” I managed to say.
“You better believe it.”
It had been enough warning for me. I reached behind and gripped the headboard of the bed. And sure enough I needed something to hold on to. It felt as if I was about to fly out the window. Luke fucked me faster and faster. The bed rocked. Our breaths came out hard and fast.
We came simultaneously. Luke groaned his way through his orgasm and mine rolled into my pussy and spread to the rest of my body.
After a moment, Luke supported himself with his hands and stared at me, a solemn expression on his face. He kissed my forehead. “And now, I really do need to go.”
For some reason I couldn’t explain, I wanted him to stay longer. I told myself it was because I liked his company… nothing more. Plus, I needed to speak to him about spending more time with Molly. “Are you coming home early today? I thought it would be nice if you spent some time with Molly. You don’t spend enough time with her.”
He stiffened. His face, which had been open and laughing earlier became devoid of all expression. He rolled off me and sat up. “I spend a lot of time with Molly. Today is the one day I go to the office and I might come home late.”
“Tomorrow then?” I insisted.
He rose from the bed, pulled up his pants, and headed to the bathroom.
I got up and managed to tie the towel around me.
Luke reentered the bedroom and made sure a lot of space remained between us.
“You didn’t answer me?” I said.
“Look, I pay you generously to mind Molly. If I wanted lectures, I’d have invited my ex-wife to come for a visit. All I need from you is to be the nanny. That’s all.”
I took a step back, stung by his words. I didn’t understand his reaction. His controlled anger. “All I’m saying is that you need to spend more time with Molly,” I said, my voice rising.
“I didn’t ask you for parenting advice.” He took his jacket from the dresser and slipped it on. He glanced me over dispassionately.
His stare shrunk me. Made me feel small. I shivered, as if I felt cold just from the ice in his eyes.
He turned away and left.
Luke
I waited impatiently for Jeremy, one of the promising junior architects to wrap up the client presentation, and as soon as it was over, I made some small talk with the clients, then escaped the conference room.
“Hold all calls,” I barked at the temporary secretary who’d been covering for Janice, for a few weeks.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
I closed the door shut, dropped myself down on my chair behind the desk, and swiveled around to face the floor to ceiling window. I stared out at the view, seeing nothing. I’d been in a lousy mood all day. I couldn’t get rid of the image of Ella’s face from my head all day long. The absolute hurt in her big green eyes.
I told myself it had been a good thing for me to lay down the boundaries. Her job was to be a nanny to Molly and mine was to earn a living for my family. I had done the right thing. My reasoning told me so. Yet, I kept seeing images of her eyes.
Like a video, I saw our spat from this morning. My contempt as I let her know in no uncertain terms that she was not to ever give me parenting advice. Shame came over me. Ella hadn’t deserved the tone I had used. I’d spoken to her like an employee.
Hell, I didn’t even speak to m
y employees like that. The real truth was I had treated her like she’d been nothing because she had touched an old wound that never healed. I knew I wasn’t a good daddy to Molly, and I hated it when she had pointed it out. As the day progressed, I felt worse and worse. I needed to apologize to her.
I wondered how Ella and Molly’s trip to the park had fared.
Had Molly enjoyed herself or had she been intimidated by the sight of many children? A pang of longing came over me. I would have liked to have gone to the park with them.
I ran my hand through my hair. I never wanted to be like my dad and here I was. Doing the same shit. Never at home. If I didn’t build a bridge now with Molly, she and I would always be distant.
Problem was I didn’t know how to be with Molly. I didn’t know how to pull her out of her shell. I was afraid of the awkward silences. Afraid she would start to get bored of our time together. Worse, she would come to dread having to spend time with me. Maybe, Ella’s suggestion to spend time together was a really good one. Ella could be the temporary bridge between us… until I built one of my own.
I felt glad when evening rolled around and I could go home. I walked out of the building with confidence in my step now, since I had a plan. I would apologize to Ella and then we would have a nice dinner washed down with a glass of good wine. Maybe I would run her a bath with lots of bubbles and give her a long massage. I visualized my muscles relaxing from spending an evening in good company.
The drive back home took the usual twenty minutes and I found myself hurrying out of the car, eager to see my girls. I frowned at the thought. Ella wasn’t my girl.
I got into the house and went through to the living room. I really did want to know how the visit to the park had gone. I found no one there. My next stop was the playroom. The door open, and there they were.
“Next, you draw the eyes, just like this,” Ella was saying.
They were on the floor, their heads bowed close together. Their concentration was so complete they hadn’t even heard me open the door. Molly was the first to sense my presence. She looked up and when she saw me, her face lit up.
My heart swelled at my daughter’s unguarded reaction when she saw me. Seconds later, her smile faded.
“Hi sweetheart,” I greeted brightly, as I stepped into the room.
Ella looked up. There was no expression on her face. “Hi,” she said, scrambling to her feet. “I’ll leave you two to it. I’m sure Molly would love to show you the things she drew this afternoon.” She gave me a curt nod as she passed.
She wore a short white dress and the image of me lifting it and sucking on her sweet pussy flashed into my mind. The door shut behind her and a heaviness settled in my chest. Clearly, I had wounded Ella, but I had a plan. An apology. Dinner. Wine. A bath. And a long, long massage. After which she would be putty in my hands.
“May I see your drawings?” I asked Molly.
She nodded.
I joined her on the floor and for the next ten minutes, we looked at the pictures she had drawn. I asked her to explain each.
She gave me one-word answers, a big improvement from the unresponsive Molly I was used to.
“You are so talented,” I said, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Soon, it was time for her to have her bath. Dinner was nothing like I had imagined it. Ella ate without speaking and if I asked her a question, she gave me the simplest, shortest explanation possible. I deserved it after the way I had treated her this morning.
I got an opportunity to apologize after Molly went to bed. I was in the living room flipping over a file of one of the projects my guys were working on when Ella walked past towards the kitchen. She returned with a glass of water.
“Would you please sit down, I’d like to speak to you,” I said, closing my file.
“Okay,” she said casually, and perched on the chair.
“I want to apologize about this morning,” I began. “I shouldn’t have spoken that way to you. You deserve respect—”
“I don’t understand why you got so mad,” Ella said, her cool face crumbling. “I meant what I said. Parents do need to spend time with their children. It makes them happy and I know you want Molly to grow up happy.”
I felt like a complete idiot. “I’m sorry. It’s a sore spot for me. I know I don’t spend enough time with Molly, but I’m afraid if I do that, I’ll bore her and she’ll start to resent having to spend time with me.”
She stared at me with surprise. Then she chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about what I said.
It made blood surge to my cock.
“I don’t think you could ever bore Molly,” she stated softly.
“She’s not the same with me as she is with you.”
“Start with little things,” Ella suggested. “Maybe you can take her out for an ice cream. She loves McDonalds. The Chef told me you think McDonalds food is not really food, but take her there for a burger. As a treat. Another day, you can take her to the movies.”
“I was thinking maybe you should come with us,” I said.
“Of course, I’ll come along.” she nodded.
Relief surged through me with her answer.
We sat there awkwardly like two people who didn’t intimately know each other’s bodies. We both stood up at the same time.
“Forgive me for being such a brute this morning.”
She smiled softly. “You’re completely forgiven.”
Something inside me shifted. God, what an angel she was.
“I’m off to take a shower now,” she murmured. “Maybe I can join you for a drink later.”
“Actually, I was thinking I should run you a nice bubble bath, then give you a long, hot oil massage.”
She cocked her head to the side and a twinkle came into her eyes. “Sounds like a very, very, very good idea, but I really can’t wait that long. How about a tour of the master suite first and a stop off on the master’s bed?”
I grinned at her. “A much better plan.”
We nearly ran out of the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom.
I opened the master bedroom with relish. I couldn’t wait to see Ella’s reaction. I had paid extra attention to the master bedroom when I was designing the house. I had imagined it like a sanctuary.
That dream had quickly died back then though. I spent a lot of time at work, which had been my first mistake. When I did make time to be with Penelope, she hadn’t wanted to be home. She’d wanted to be out having a good time.
Ella stepped in and I followed her.
“Oh, my goodness, is this for real?” she asked, her voice filled with awe.
Pride swelled in my chest. I had been pleased with the space I had created and it felt good to have my work acknowledged. Natural light flooded the room from the floor to ceiling windows. The huge four poster bed sat in the middle of the room and in one corner, a fireplace stood
The show stopper though as far as I was concerned would be the bathroom. I guided Ella through the door leading to the bathroom.
“Just wow!” she exclaimed when she went in.
The bathroom was almost entirely made of glass. The custom whirlpool bathtub sat in a corner and overlooked the grounds of the house. You could see out but no one on the outside could see in.
“My God! That tub!” Ella gasped. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into the tub, fully dressed. She leaned back and shut her eyes. “I’m imagining those silky bubbles popping all over my body.”
“You, young lady, just talked yourself out of a relaxing bath on your own.”
Her eyes snapped open. “What do you mean?”
I offered her a hand. “Let’s get those clothes off and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”
Ella
It seemed like a shame that Luke and I couldn’t be anything more than lovers. Tears filled my eyes at the gentleness with which he held my legs and massaged them as we sat opposite each other in the whirlpool.
“Tell me about your family,” I said t
o Luke. I wanted to know everything about him. It made sense to be fascinated by a man who played my body like an instrument.
He continued massaging my feet under the water but his gaze shifted to a spot behind my head. “I was the only child of an authoritarian father and sweet mother.”
“What, no siblings?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I wish there had been.”
“Shame. Where are they now?”
“Both my parents were killed the year I graduated from college,” he said quietly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” My heart went out to him. I knew how it felt like to lose your parents. Luckily for me, I had my sister Angela, even if we weren’t as close as I’d have liked.
“How about you?”
“One sibling. An older sister. She has three kids. She met her husband in high school and married soon after,” I replied this with a wistful sigh.
Luke chuckled. “Does that sigh mean that you’d have liked to have married your high school sweetheart?”
“Yes, if I’d had one. As it was, I was a plump unattractive girl and I had my first boyfriend when I was twenty-two.”
“I don’t believe that,” Luke said.
I laughed. The past didn’t bother me anymore. I had moved on and become secure in my own skin. “True story.”
Talking with Luke was easy. If he asked a question I didn’t want to answer, he didn’t take it personally. He simply moved on to other topics. There were a zillion things I didn’t want to talk about.
Like the fact that I had an ex who had abused me. It shamed me how I had allowed a man to beat me. That I had kept quiet for too long. I didn’t like what that said about me. Like I’d been some kind of a doormat. This wasn’t at all how I wanted Luke to envision me.
I wanted him to see me as a smart, confident, passionate woman. Not a woman who could be slapped around and she would still try to believe the man was somehow a creature to be pitied and rehabilitated. I might have been that person once, but not anymore.