“Yes.”
My fears scream stunned in alarm.
We have done many things and nothing bad has happened so far, I don’t see why I should be afraid. I’m doing very well and you don’t have to suspect or regret having me at your side. I turn around simulating a decision but inside I’m afraid of my own reactions.
Reed caresses my back and lifts my ass up to leave me in the doggy position.
His hand holds me tightly by the hips and his penis slides delicately into my vagina, relaxing me. I don’t have anything to fear. The man behind me is Reed.
“Yes... Perfect.”
His cock enters and exits from behind and I moan of need. His free hand caresses my buttocks and his head lowers to give me small bites.
“One day you’ll be mine.” He whispers to my ass while his finger caresses the entrance of my hole.
“Take it,” I answer assuming my fears.
“You've never done it before?”
“No.”
“At first it can be uncomfortable.”
“Let's try.”
Reed sat on his ankles while running his fingers through his hair.
“I should say no...”
“Don’t you want to?”
I'm a selfish fucker who is dying to have you in every possible way.”
“And I want you to do it.” I answer lying on my side and totally naked. “I want to try now and with you. Do I have to beg?”
He stretches out his hand and opens a drawer in the nightstand. His face is so relaxed that it seems incredible that he is the same one who barely speaks in front of others. Reed Blackman, how many secrets surround you and obscure you?
He sits beside me on his knees and opens a gift wrapping paper. He pulls out a not very large black jar with gold letters.
“Ready for your first use.”
“You always have it ready?”
The truth is that I thought to give it to you at dinner as a surprise gift. Hopes are never lost...”
His clear smile illuminates his face and his beautiful cobalt look shines with mischief.
“Blackman, you have me hypnotized.”
“And I pray you don’t wake up.”
His mouth takes hold of my lips and they run through every damp corner. I feel his agitated breathing inside my throat and my moans get trapped between his teeth. Reed's body extends over mine and I feel his caresses all over my body. His fingers flatter me with each touch my body enjoys being the center of his idolatry.
With a soft movement I notice how he takes me to the edge and places me on my knees on the edge of the bed and my ass in the air.
“You can’t imagine how desirable you are. That fire-red hair strewn on your back and these rounded buttocks are so perfect that I'm afraid to touch you.”
With one finger he spreads a jet of cold, watery gel that slides down my anus. His fingers caress me and massage me as he slowly penetrates me each time a little more.
“You are so receptive to my caresses, that you make me want you even more.”
God, my body vibrates with desire. I don’t feel any pain, the pleasure runs through each entrance of his finger and his kisses down my back relax me.
“Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes.”
“Raise this precious ass. Yes, well... You're perfect... Yes.”
A multitude of sensations dominate me. Reed sits on his knees and replaces his finger beginning to slowly penetrate me. I could say that I have a little fear but it’s not true, he behaves so softly and so controlled that I can’t do anything but let myself be carried away by pleasure.
His hands cling to my waist to rise higher as I put my face sideways on the bed totally fascinated with the feeling. I would never have thought that anal penetration could be such a wonderful experience.
“Anne, I want you to lower your hand and caress yourself. Do it for me.”
My mind obeys the orders without questioning and I begin to touch my clitoris in small circles that increased the pleasure to higher degrees.
Reed's penis enters and exits dilating with each movement. His body clings to mine and pushes to enter slowly. I'm sorry to growl but his voice seems far away. After a sensation of strong ardor, my own pleasure envelops me dilating more and more to allow greater access. My buttocks stick to his hips but I need more. I start to push up looking for my satisfaction when I hear him moan and tense in an orgasm that envelops him and that drags me in his company.
My body falls face to face against the mattress screaming with pleasure while Reed holds me tightly until I finish with his strokes and he collapses next to me.
My body trembles and I’m unable to react. The laxity of my body dominates me.
In a few minutes a soft, damp, cold cloth caresses my buttocks, cleaning me when I hear the warm, tender voice I have ever heard.
“Are you ok?”
“I've never felt better.”
I answer before producing a huge yawn and I listen to his clear laughter in my ear.
“You have to laugh more often. You have a beautiful smile and the sound is beautiful.”
“Don’t leave me...” I hear whispering in the distance before closing my eyes and dreaming of my deep-eyed Adonis.
I slide out slowly from under the sheets. He's so handsome sleeping that I don’t want to wake him up but our marathon sex session has left me famished.
I rummage in the first drawer I find, I steal a sports shirt that is four sizes too large and I head to the kitchen determined to prepare the best breakfast that he’s recently had.
The fridge doesn’t have much but I think I will be able to get a very acceptable result.
I place the plates with the scrambled eggs, the bacon and the toast on the table and go for the juice when a man with strong arms clutches me by the back. It’s not necessary for me to turn; his smell is already part of my senses.
“It smells good,” he says hoarsely as he bites my neck. “I'm hungry.”
“No... No!” I walk away laughing but he grabs me by the bottom of the shirt and sits me on his knees.
“I like your appearance in the mornings.”
I look at him incredulously. “The shirt is as long as a dress, I picked up my long hair in a ponytail and I'm barefoot. I couldn’t be worse.”
“Liar.”
‘You’re so irresistible that I plan to take you to bed as soon as I finish looting this breakfast.”
“You never get tired?”
“About you, no.”
From the street a door slammed and I jump to get up from his legs but Reed stopped me.
“How many times have I told you to call me!”
“You never bring anyone home. Ugh, Sorry... Hey, I...”
A young man in his twenties and with a dazzling smile approaches to give me two kisses but Reed clutches me by the waist. I pull hard to let go while I look at him angrily but I have no luck. I'm still anchored on his legs.
“Anne, he's Gabe.”
“The handsome brother to be exact.”
His eyes are the same blue as Reed with the difference that Gabe's are less arctic and have more Mediterranean warmth.
“And the most unbearable brother.”
“Don’t listen to him, he's afraid you'll find out I'm a better choice than him.”
He winks at me and I can’t contain my smile. Gabe is the joy of living personified.
“Hi, my name is Anne, nice to meet you.”
The young man clings to my arm to kiss me but Reed warns seriously.
“Gabe... Don’t even think...”
“Okay, on the cheek,” he winks again at me, “but close to your lips.”
“Gabe!”
I can’t stop smiling. It’s clear that he enjoys annoying his brother.
“What do you want!”
“Is that how you receive your dear little brother? Okay, two kisses for you too.”
Gabe throws himself on Reed but Reed receives him with a push to push him a
way.
“See, Anne, how he treats me?”
“Do you want to stay for breakfast? I’ve prepared plenty.” I ask him enthusiastically.
“Of course I’ll stay.”
“He's leaving now.”
“Nope.”
Gabe sits on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, ignoring his brother and he begins to serve himself from the trays that I’ve just prepared.
“That's so good. You have to come to my house and prepare more of these waffles.”
“Don’t even dream about it.” Reed laughs loudly, a very unusual thing.
Gabe looks at him curiously and his brother answers him with his eyes but I can’t discover the coded message.
I decide to ignore the signs and mount a plate with a bit of everything when Reed grabs me by the waist and sits me down on his knees again.
“Reed, I want breakfast.”
“Get it.”
Gabe begins to consult Reed about issues that I don’t know about and I decide to support the plate on the counter and eat sitting on his lap. He has no intention of letting go of me and it’s not the time to argue.
Gabe continues smiling with each comment. They speak without stopping and I dedicate myself to listen. Everything indicates that it is a personal conversation between them and for some moments I almost feel uncomfortable, but Reed doesn’t stop adjusting my hair, squeezing my hand or stroking my leg showing me that he loves me right where I am. Sitting on his lap and leaning on his torso.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee, toast with butter and Reed's cologne in the morning makes me close my eyes and want many more breakfasts like this.
“You’ve not said what you need yet.”
“Anne, are you listening to him? I can’t worry about him without thinking that he’s hoping for something.”
“Motorcycle or money?”
“Car.”
“I left it with you last week and do you still have the keys?”
“Not that car.”
“Not on your life!”
“Come on Reed, I've been packing for a whole week. That’s a record for me. With the Porsche it’s pure success.”
“Oh shit.”
I think it’s time to disappear. I try to get up but Reed stops me by grabbing my waist.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” I whisper in his ear.”
He nods and releases me but not without giving me a tender kiss on the lips.
I walk away leaving the two beasts who don’t stop arguing. Gabe is willing to get the car, however it may be. She must be a very pretty girl for him to endure all the sermons of his older brother. I lock myself in the bathroom and begin to cleanse myself calmly. The longer it takes, the less I get involved in sibling fights. Jane! Did Suraj take her home? I open the door and walk towards the room in search of my cell phone when I hear them mutter. It seems they have stopped fighting, that’s two less arguments.
I can barely hear them. Why are they talking so low? No, Anne, it's not good to listen behind the door. Nothing good. But there are only three, and if two mutter it’s because they don’t want the third one to listen. And it happens that this third party is me.
I approach the door on tiptoe and I bring my ear closer to the door. Oh Mother. I'm pathetic but very intrigued. Defects of the new Anne.
“Not well.” Gabe comments seriously.
“I know.”
“Why do you do it?”
“You're smart, so think.”
“You? But about you... I don’t understand.”
“Nor I.”
“Does that mean we’re rid of it?”
“Us?”
“I also suffer his presence.”
“You know I can’t.”
Silence. Neither speaks.
“Reed, if you wanted...”
“It’s impossible.”
“What are you thinking of doing?”
“Just kill me?”
“It’s an option, drastic but effective. Think of something else. It's not fair.”
“My life has never been fair.”
“I wouldn’t like to see you suffer.”
“It’ll happen.”
The silence again. I walk carefully to the room in search of the phone while I think intrigued. What's going on? What problem is so serious? Health? No, I don’t think so; Reed is as strong as an ox, what then?
I lie on the mattress writing the message to Jane when Reed approaches and lies next to me. His hand begins to lift my blouse. I drop the cell phone on the bed and he kisses me as he begins to lie on me.
“Gabe...” I whisper and Reed gets up on his elbows to look at me with false seriousness, “did you just name my brother while I’m preparing to have an endless sex marathon with you?”
“Silly... You know what I mean.”
“He's gone.”
“Without a car?”
“I had to give it to him. He threatened to sit on the sofa and prolong the visit all day. I didn’t want him at home, I’ll be very busy.”
“Very busy?”
“Very busy.”
Reed fills me with desperate kisses and I forget the conversation, the visits and the world.
With time I will get him to trust me and open his armor, I may even open mine and secrets won’t separate us anymore.
“Anne... sweetie...”
We are in love
“Good morning, Mary.”
“Not as much as your morning. You seem happy.”
“And that bothers you?”
“How can you think that? I’m your secretary but also your friend, I think you are distorting reality.”
Yeah right. Now I’m a bitter old woman, and stupid.
“Do you know if Reed has arrived?”
“Yes, he's been locked up with Dolores for an hour. It's not as if I’m checking the clock or anything like that. It just seems weird.”
“They have a lot of work to do the same as I do. Please, close the door.”
Mary leaves while I feel myself dying of frustration. Since when am I jealous? I was never like that. Rage eats away at me and insecurity dominates me. Reed takes me to a quicksand that scares me. He is handsome and tremendously attractive but I have to trust him and improve my self-esteem. If he's by my side, it's something, right? I can’t live with fear that one day I’ll wake up and he’ll be gone.
I hastily place the laptop on the desk. I must concentrate on this exhibition; many families depend on this collection. I need to remove my emotional instabilities and start organizing the invitations for the big event. One of the most important relics of Russian art will reappear after being hidden for more than two hundred years; it’s the news of the moment.
“Come in.”
“I'm going to have lunch. Do you need anything?”
“No thanks. I'll stay and finish the invitations.”
“Can I bring you something to eat.”
“It won’t be necessary. Have a nice time.”
“All right. I'll be back in an hour.”
“Perfect.”
The door closes and I continue to concentrate on my computer when the door bell rings again.
“Come in.”
A lady with totally gray hair and a smile from side to side pokes her head in the doorway.
“I think you’re on the wrong corridor. The visiting area is in the opposite wing. Do you want me to accompany you there?”
“Thanks darling but I'm not a visitor. I have a delicious meatloaf and I thought I'd share it with you.”
“I appreciate it, but that won’t be necessary.”
The lady seemed not to hear because she entered the office, sat down and began to spread out an embroidered, crocheted knit tablecloth.
“Reed will be meeting with Suraj all morning. I can’t interrupt them, so I thought about keeping you company. You're very thin and my meatloaf has everything you need to be super healthy.”
I smile with gratitude. She is a dear lady.
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p; “I appreciate it but you don’t have to bother. Are you Reed’s relative?”
“More than that. I'm the one who has to put up with that curmudgeon every day. My name is Dolores and you must be the museum’s director.”
“Dolores! I mean, are you Dolores, Reed's personal assistant?”
“Until that scoundrel signs my retirement.”
God, I have to go to a psychologist. How could I be so horrible? I've thought horrible things of this poor woman. Oh, I’ve even wished she would fall down the stairs.
“I have two silverware. One was for Reed, but since he isn’t there, he will have to hold on and not eat it. Try it, it's one of my best recipes.”
I move the keyboard away and I accept enchanted. The meatloaf is delicious and the sensation of tranquility when discovering the identity of Dolores is ten thousand times better than the tasty meat.
Dolores starts telling me stories of when Reed was a boy and the mess he and Suraj used to get into. We both laugh with those memories and I feel a deep curiosity to know something of their parents but the gray haired woman, who doesn’t have a dash of stupidity, deftly dodged any mention of them.
“He broke everything. Boy was he a full-fledged brute.”
The door opens with caution and Dolores smiled resplendent in front of that intense cobalt blue color. It was clear that this woman adored her little rascal. Reed enters with a serious face although his eyes light up amused at seeing Dolores.
“Woman! For this I pay you? Surely you’ve spent hours with your gossip.”
“And for what you pay me, I haven’t criticized you enough. Anne, did I tell you about the pittance I get paid?”
“Way too much for how much you talk.”
Reed stretches out his hand to steal a piece of meatloaf but Dolores takes a swipe at him.
“Oh!”
“Use the silverware. I haven’t raised savages.”
Reed doesn’t obey, he steals a piece with his hand and puts it in his mouth making fun of Dolores who shakes her head while he swallows triumphantly.
“You see, honey, this is my punishment,” she says bringing her hands to her chest.
I smile with the theatrical play that they are playing, when Reed takes me by surprise, and he plants a loud kiss on my lips.
“I haven’t seen you all day,” he whispers to me under his breath.
I'm speechless; I didn’t expect it and much less in front of Dolores.
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