I've thought about getting the truth out of Eliza my way. I'd start off with removing her clothing. Touching her silky flesh lightly with my fingers, starting at her shoulders, her arms, and then back up to her shoulders. I'd wrap my arms around her waist, slowly dragging my fingers to her breasts. Her nipples will become erect as my fingers glide over them. Her breathing will become more rapid. Her panties more wet. Her thoughts will be consumed with the pleasure she seeks. She'll want to touch me, but even more she'll want my finger to penetrate her greedy pussy. Her clit will be silently begging to be massaged. I'd of course do just that, right after I bound her wrists to a chain that hangs from the ceiling. Her arms would be stretched above her head. I'd circle her body to take in the sight before me. Goosebumps would rise on her skin while waiting to know what comes next. The first smack on her ass may surprise her, but the second or third would sting. By the time my hand makes the final blow, her pussy would be dripping with her sweet juices, wanting my cock to fuck her into another world. The world of orgasm bliss. However, this would be the moment I'd break her. A woman on the verge of coming undone, is quick to answer any question asked. All she can really think about is cumming. Her answers would slip out on their own accord. She would no longer be in charge of her body, I would be.
Standing from the table, I close my diary. I look at the closed cover and touch my fingers to the smooth leather before walking away. I go to my front door and grab my helmet and keys out of the bowl.
I sit on my bike an hour from my home, staring at my father's home. A part of me wants to see how different Aurora's childhood is from how mine was. Standing out here all I can see is lots of red and gold, surrounded with coke and people who should have never been around me. My father said my family comes from old money. If that's true, he can easily afford a home like this one without the mafia. With my training and my career I could spot any wrong doings if I were to go inside.
I reach out a hand and push the intercom button. Within seconds a voice comes through the speakers. "Abbott. I'm here to see Sheldon."
The gates begin to open. I start my bike and ride through. I take the paved driveway to the immaculate front entrance. The door opens as I take my helmet off.
"Abbott, what a pleasant surprise."
"I'm quite surprised myself."
"Come in. I would love for you to meet my wife, Cathline and your sister, Aurora."
Placing my helmet on the seat of my bike, I take the steps to his home. "I can't stay long."
I follow him down a long hallway. The wooden floors look new. I make sure to stay on the runner. We pass a doorway and I smell the cigar smoke.
"Is that your office?"
"It is." He stops. "I'll show you."
My stomach knots up. The familiar scent making me nauseous. I go in anyway. My father goes right to his desk and sits down. He gestures for me to do the same. I sit and he opens his top desk drawer. I raise a brow when he slides a large sealed envelope my way. I look back up to him and right over his left shoulder is a picture. I leap from the chair, walking around behind him, I get the framed photo.
"It's the last picture I took of you. It was a week before the raid."
I set it back on the shelf. I see about five framed pictures all of me.
"Is this where you conduct business?"
"The only business I do these days is search for you. Now, here you are."
"Here I am."
I walk around the room. "Here this is for you."
"What is it?"
"Open it."
Making my way back over to his desk, I sit back down. I pick up the envelope and rip it open. My eyes blink a few times. This has got to be a joke. "Is this real?"
"Yes, it is yours to do whatever you wish."
"I don't need your money."
"It isn't my money. Your grandparents left it for you. It's been in the bank since you were eight when they passed away. It has collected quite a bit of interest."
I look at the bank ledger. It's four million dollars. What the hell am I going to do with it? "Four million."
"That was the amount when the account was opened. As I said, it has grown."
I don't even know what to do right now. I scan the papers, looking to see who started this account. I don't want dirty money. Hell, I'm not sure I want clean money. I go back to the first page. There's nothing, so I fold the stack and shove it back into the envelope.
"Daddy," a little voice squeals.
I glance over my shoulder and watch her run to our father. He picks her up and sets her on his lap. My stomach tightens. I remember the talks we had while sitting just as Aurora is.
"Aurora, this is Abbott." She waves. She's cute.
"Abbott, I didn't know you were here."
"Eliza." She searches my face looking for something. Before I can say another word, my father butts in.
"Can you stay for dinner?"
"I can't, I have plans already. Isn't that right, Eliza?"
"Uum…"
"You might want to put jeans on, I rode my bike."
"You best get changed for your date with my s…, with Abbott."
"Right, I best get changed."
"I'll be waiting." I check my watch, showing her to hurry.
Fifteen minutes later, we are walking out of my father's house. I realize I don't have an extra helmet. I hand mine to her. I'll have to go without in hopes I don't get caught.
"I have a spare helmet in the garage. I've never used it. Not even sure why I own it. Hold tight, I'll go and get for you." I nod.
Eliza is staring at me. She knows we didn't have a date. I wait for her to question me, but she doesn't. I step toward her taking back the helmet and put it on her head, then buckle the straps. We move apart when we hear my father. I take the helmet from him. He hands me the envelope I purposely left on his desk. I fold it in half, shoving it into the inside pocket of my jacket.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
We get to my house and I bring Eliza inside. I show her around and she takes in all the work I've done. She runs her hands along all the detailed woodwork. I have given her another chance to tell me who is really is. She failed to come clean. What does she have to hide?
"Your home is gorgeous."
"Took me years to complete the remodel. The bannister took me nearly three months to build. The dining room table probably a little over a month."
"You have talent."
"My teacher was extremely brilliant when it came to working with wood." Again I drop another hint.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"If I hadn't walked in Sheldon's office, would I be here right now?"
"I thought about you today. I ended up riding to his house without thought." She smiles. "Come I want to show you something." I stretch out my arm and she takes my hand.
I bring Eliza out to my workshop. I show her that this is my space I do the woodwork. She glances around my shop, touching a few things on my workbench.
"You have so many tools."
I walk up behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders, sliding them down her arms. I take her hands into mine. "I didn't bring you out here to talk about hand tools."
"No, then why did you bring me out here?"
"What do you want from me, Eliza?" She tilts her head and looks over her shoulder. "Ask me again."
"Use my body, Abbott. I want to be the woman in your diary."
I let go of her hands, and whisper, "Take my belt off."
Eliza slowly turns around to face me. She gazes into my eyes as she touches the buckle of my belt. I feel her undoing my belt and then pull it free from the loops. I hold out my hand and hers are trembling when she places it in my hand.
"Take your clothes off." I set the belt on the workbench so that I can find some rope. I take her over between the two support beams. "Wrists." She uncrosses her arms that were covering her breasts. I see she has the nipple clamps on that I sent her just a few days ago.
"Very nice."
"Thank you, Sir."
I tie the rope around her right wrist, then I tie another one around her left one. Taking the free ends, I tie them to each beam. Her arms are stretched out as far as they will go. I go to the workbench and grab my belt. I walk back and stand behind her, putting the two ends together. She jumps at the sound of the leather snapping together. I let my belt drag on the floor as I circle her a few times. Her head turns to keep her eyes on me. The adrenaline rush flows through her body, wondering when I'm going to hit her.
"Who am I?" I ask, keeping my voice soft.
"Abbott Easton."
I put the two ends together and smack the leather on her ass. "Am I? Is that who you know me as?"
"Yes, Sir."
I swing the belt again. This time a tad bit harder. "Who is the boy in the framed photos on my father's shelf?"
"You."
I move in close to her body, moving her hair away from her ear. "Who?"
"It's you, Abbott."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying. It is you."
"You knew as soon as you saw those pictures in his office who I was to you. Did you know when you gave me water as well?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"You have a white birthmark on your left side. I watched you run past me on the beach. You fell to the sand in a daze. I studied your body and saw it. I knew you were Heath."
"I'll ask you again, who are you?"
"Eliza Lennox."
"You can't say it even when I know?"
"I am no longer Deanna Parkinson. I am Eliza Lennox."
I step back and move around to stand in front of her. I use my hand and lift her head. She closes her eyes. "Look at me." She shakes her head no. "Look at me." Her eyelids flutter open. "Why do you want to be Jenna?"
Her eyes begin to fill with tears. One drips out and runs down her cheek. "When you kissed me at the creek, you were my first kiss. I felt something in that kiss that I never felt before. I never knew what a tender touch felt like before you kissed me. I wanted to be yours forever, but you loved her. I want to know for one day what it felt like to have your love."
"I am no longer in love with Jenna. That ended years ago. I don't want Jenna. I want you, Eliza."
I untie her left wrist, the ropes swing as I drop it from my hand. I do the same with her right wrist. I touch her beautiful face and use my thumb to wipe her tears away.
"We are not those people anymore. We cannot change the past."
"I wanted to tell you I was Deanna. When I read your diary it felt like I was thrown back in the past wanting to be Jenna."
"Eliza Lennox I like you. I'm not good at the whole relationship thing, however, our destiny's brought us together and I really want to know you."
"I really want to know you, too, Abbott Easton."
"Would you care to join me for a pizza?"
"Definitely."
I go and pick up her clothes. When I hand them to her, she just smiles at me. I take her by the back of her neck and bring her to me. I kiss her. I want this woman in my life. Amazingly, I have feelings developing and I am excited to be feeling this way. I don't want to jinx anything, but I believe fate brought us together, our destiny will keep us this way.
Epilogue
July 23, 2019
Starting this diary I thought my life was falling apart. It may very well have been. The glory in that, it brought me to this point where all the pages fit. I wrote about a lost boy who became a man that found himself. I couldn't see the last chapter. I still can't. I'm still somewhere in the middle. I like the middle. It's where my life really begins. It's where it came full circle. I'm ready to begin a new circle.
The last few months have given me a new look on life. My relationship with my father is slowly growing. I no longer correct him when he calls me son by accident. I have accepted that I am his son. Although, I don't call him dad and use his name Sheldon, I know he is my dad. Maybe at some point I'll break down that wall entirely. Until then, I'm happy to have him back in my life.
I still haven't decided what I'll do with the money my grandparents left me. I'm still trying to figure that out. I thought about helping families that need saving. A new start. I have time to think it over more. My pension is good money and I made sure to save over the years to live a comfortable life for myself. I didn't ever plan on there being anyone else to take care of, so if I need my grandparent's money I'll use it to make sure Eliza has a good life. As of today, she's my responsibility. I asked her last week to quit her job and move in with me. She said yes and the moving truck is already on its way here. She doesn't have much, but that changes today. I will to give her whatever her heart desires.
I am crazy in love with Eliza. Honestly, I didn't think this kind of relationship would ever happen for me. I wake up every day excited to hear my girl's voice, to see her beautiful face and to be lucky enough to hold her in my arms. I am truly one hell of a lucky guy. If I hadn't written in this very diary that April morning, I wouldn't have gone on a crazy run. Eliza wouldn't have found me. I'd still be this lost boy fighting to figure out his identity. Eliza had shown me, I know who I am. I became Abbott the day I turned eighteen. The past kept lingering, trying to make me doubt it so I thought, but really, it was reminding me of the people who were important to me.
I close my diary and get up when I hear a horn honk. I set the diary on my nightstand as I pass by to the master bathroom. I knock on the door and tell Eliza the moving truck is here. She doesn't reply. I turn the knob and slowly push the door open. She sits on the edge of the bathtub. She is still in her morning clothes. She came in here to shower quite a while ago. When she looks up at me, tears are flowing down her cheeks. I rush to her side.
"What's that matter? Are you hurt?" I start checking for wounds.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"We haven't ever talked about…, I was careful, Abbott, I swear I was."
"Eliza, you’re not making sense."
"It's there on the vanity. I fucked up."
I stand and look at the vanity. "We're having a baby?"
"Don't hate me."
"Why the fuck would I hate you? We're having baby! Are we too old? I'm only forty-two. That's not old right? I mean, I'll be sixty-two when he or she is twenty. That isn't too old. We need a baby room."
"We didn't talk about this. You never said you want kids."
"I was hoping to ask you to be my wife before we thought about kids."
"You want our baby?"
"Yes, of course I do. Don't you?"
"Wait, go back. You want to marry me?"
"Shit that came out? I have this whole proposal planned out for tonight." I get down on my knees in front of Eliza. I take her hands in mine. "Eliza Lennox I want to spend the rest of my life tangled up in you. Will you marry me?"
Her arms wrap around my neck. "I want to be tangled up in you, too. Yes, I'll marry you."
"I love you." I kiss my girl. "Moving truck is here, let's get you moved in."
"Okay. Give me a minute to get dressed."
I kiss her again and then touch her belly before walking away. I get to the door. "We are still doing the proposal thing tonight. I have a special gift for you."
I leave and jog out to meet up with the moving company.
Holy shit, I'm going to be a husband and a father. I thought this night was going to be fantastic already, but knowing what I know now, this night is going to be outstanding. Marked off as one of the best days of my life. Eliza will be my wife, my submissive and the mother of my child. I'm even more excited to collar Eliza properly.
About the Author
I am a husband to a wonderful woman and a dad to two girls. I am a little outnumbered in my house but I am okay with that. Even the cat is female. I served four years in the Navy fresh out of high school then when I came home, I started my own business in landscaping. I got sick of mowing lawns
for a living and upgraded to hardscapes only. I have been doing this for 19 years now.
I started writing out of the blue over two years ago. I don’t know where it came from or why, but I love every minute of it. I write in my spare time which I wish there was more of. My books have reached the top 100 on new releases, second is the best I have done and it is pretty damn sweet. I like to interact with my readers as much as possible. If I am not working or writing, you can find me shooting dart in a league. I am a busy guy and someday, I would love to write full time but until then I will keep flying by the seat of my pants. If you know me; you know that is how I roll.
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Freed At Night
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CONSTRUCTION VS CORPORATE SERIES
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Balancing
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Revenge
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His Pearls
His Secrets
His Prison
His Games
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Last Sheet
BOX SETS
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