by Sam Crescent
During the day she worked for him, and by night she slept in his bed as he touched her, bringing them both pleasure. He tried to get her to be with him during every lunch break. She refused, certain that the bubble around them would burst. The moments when she lay in his arms were the best of her life. His heat around her. Feeling the beat of his heart against her cheek. Knowing he was real and not a figment of her imagination. Those were the real moments to her.
Some nights he left her alone. Anne would keep her company until the older woman left. With her help, Violet explored her surroundings. She was always scared to venture where she wasn’t allowed.
“Honey, he wouldn’t leave you alone in this house if he didn’t want you to explore,” Anne said.
“I feel like a stranger. Like I don’t belong here.”
“I believe at times Cadeon felt that way when his father lived here.”
“His dad?”
“Yes. Poor soul. His parents died young and were deeply in love. No one could put a wedge between them. His father doted on his mother. A true union of souls. When they were in the room together, nothing else mattered to them.”
“Poor Cadeon.” Violet didn’t know what was worse, being invisible to the outside world, or the two people who were supposed to love him caring about nothing but themselves.
“Why poor Cadeon?”
“Because his parents cared more about themselves than they did about him.”
“No, honey. His parents were in love. Cadeon was a shining light in their world. His parents adored him, even in his reckless years. Don’t mistake love for each other as selfishness. Too many couples nowadays don’t love with a depth of feeling to the very soul.”
Violet thought about her words. “Did you love like that?” she asked.
“Still do, honey. My man has been gone for a few years, but I’ll love him to the day I go.”
Anne left her to explore the house. Cadeon had left after dinner. Starting in the library, Violet checked out the many different types of books he had in his possession. Some were classics, and from the look of them, first editions. Not picking a book to read, as she valued her e-reader more, her search took her upstairs. If this house belonged to his parents was it passed down through generations? Staring at the pictures of many different people, she wondered if they were in fact family members. Violet moved from one room to the next. Most were guest bedrooms waiting to be made up. Cadeon had a large house. When she grew bored of checking out the rooms, she made her way back downstairs to the kitchen. Cookbooks littered one side of the wall. Going over to them, she picked out the first one she found. The booklet wasn’t a cookbook but pages filled with hand-written recipes. Taken with the beautiful letters, she found a recipe for chocolate cupcakes.
Watching cookery shows had been the one true pleasure for her when she’d been allowed. Opening the book, she went in search of the ingredients. Baking was one thing she’d never done in her life. The writing had taken control of her. She found some flour, chocolate, eggs, sugar and other confectionary items in the cupboards and fridge. The tins were in a bottom drawer. Much searching and she had every piece of equipment laid down for her to work with. Preheating the oven, she began creaming the butter and sugar together. The therapeutic action helped her to relax. Her mind was no longer full of Cadeon, her mum, or the danger she was in from falling for Cadeon.
While she stirred, folded and prepared cupcakes, she was a woman who baked. Closing her eyes, Violet let the calm take over.
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Cadeon sat watching the husband pound into his wife. Her hands were strapped down. She couldn’t move. The only thing the woman could do was accept her pleasure.
“I had a set-back today,” Stephen said as he sat down.
“What did you do?” Cadeon asked as he drank down his coffee. He wouldn’t risk drinking alcohol when the rain was pouring down outside.
“Told a woman she couldn’t work here. She had lovely red hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“And you got rid of her.”
The woman tied up began screaming as her release rolled over her. In his eye, Cadeon saw Violet withering in pleasure. Would she let him tie her up?
Her hands would look so beautiful trapped above her head as he kissed her body. Clearing his throat, he turned away from the scene. Picturing his woman in any pose was threatening his mind. Being around her, touching her, was driving him to distraction. No time was ever enough with her. He hated sleeping because it took time away from the woman he loved.
“I’ve known Violet for a year, and my heart feels like it will burst every time I stare at her,” he said to Stephen. “The other night you had doubts about the possessive feeling a man can get with his woman.”
“What about it?”
“I feel it. Every time another man looks at her, I want to cut his eyes out. She walks past me, and I want to hold her in my arms and never let go. Violet Moore is twenty-one years old. She’s got her whole life ahead of her, and all I want is to give her the world. She smiles at me, not often but enough, and I feel alive.”
Stephen stared at him, silent.
“Possession is there, inside you. You’ve just got to wait for the right woman before it threatens to break loose.”
“Where are you going?” Stephen asked as Cadeon stood up.
“I’ve got a woman at home. Watching them together is fun, but I’d rather be with her.”
He shook his friend’s hand before leaving the club. Driving home, Cadeon thought about Violet. Watching her work in front of his desk had become the highlight of his life. He knew people at work were talking, and it would only be a matter of time until he had to pull her away.
For all of her timid responses so far, he knew she would put up a fight. Sometimes he saw the fire inside her, which she squashed. He wanted her to fight him, not agree to everything.
Pulling up outside his house, he noted no lights were visible from the front. The moment he entered, he smelled the baking.
Anne wouldn’t be home. The scent of cupcakes sent him right back to his childhood. His mother had loved to bake. Going to the kitchen, he found Violet bent over the oven, pulling out a tray of dark mounded cakes.
She hadn’t seen him. Her tongue touched her top lip as she concentrated on placing the hot buns on the cool rack. Flour covered a cheek. Her hair escaped the odd ponytail. Her hands were covered with cake mix. The kitchen looked like a bomb had blown up inside the room. With his hands folded, Cadeon observed her. She looked happy.
“I take it you’ve been busy,” he said as he took a seat at the counter opposite her.
“Cadeon? Hi.” She pulled away from the cupcakes as if she was doing something wrong.
“Don’t worry. They smell like the ones my mom used to make,” he said, picking one up and tearing the case off underneath.
“I found a recipe for them in here.” She picked up the book. He took a bite. The rich chocolate melted in his mouth. Glancing at the book, he knew it was his mother’s recipe. “That’s my mother’s recipe book. She loved going into the kitchen to bake. There should be some of her all time favourite recipes.” He took the book from her and flicked through. “This one, macaroni cheese, took her months to get right. I remember when she brought out the pot. It smelled good. My dad gave me a hopeful look. We’d tried so many bad versions of that dish. She got it right. The pasta tasted great, and the cheese was the right amount.” He thought about the way his mother looked when his dad tasted the food. She always looked so happy when she got it right.
“Tell me more,” Violet asked, moving to sit beside him.
Flicking through the pages, he told her about some of the recipes.
“The cupcakes were a treat for me on my birthday. She forgot to order a cake and decided to make it herself, but she didn’t follow the instructions properly. The cake pretty much exploded in the oven. When it looked like I wasn’t getting a cake, I watched her working, and these came out. The best cupcakes I�
��ve ever tasted.” Cadeon took a bite recalling his birthday so long ago.
“Your mother sounded nice.”
“She was amazing. My dad loved her.”
“What happened to them?”
“A car accident.”
She nodded her head. “I know it’s not much, but I’ve experienced loss, too. I mean, my mum died.”
Cadeon stared at her. “How did she die?”
Silent for a moment, she shook her head. “I’m not ready to tell you that.”
He nodded his head. She’d told him something, and that was a move in the right direction. “This dish, leek and potato soup. She burnt it and tried to cover it up by putting golden croutons on top. It tasted awful that first time. She never burnt it again.”
For the next hour, Cadeon went through the recipe book explaining dishes to Violet. Some made him laugh when he remembered the struggle his mother had to concoct some of the food.
“Your mother sounds amazing.”
“She was. I think you should have this.” He passed the book back to her.
“But this is your mother’s work. I couldn’t take this.”
“No. I think she would want someone who liked to cook to use it. From the taste of the cupcakes, you’re a natural. You may come in and use the kitchen at any time. I’ll talk to Anne about giving you some lessons if you’d like.”
“That would be wonderful.”
Cadeon smiled, running his finger down her cheek. He glanced round the room. “I don’t think Anne would let you near her kitchen if you make this much mess. Come on. I’ll help you clean it up before we go upstairs.”
While Violet loaded up boxes with the iced cupcakes, Cadeon rinsed the dishes and equipment she’d used. When everything was put away, he took her by the hand and moved upstairs. “You’re filthy from baking,” he said, placing a kiss against the pulse at her throat.
“It’s Saturday tomorrow. What are we going to do?” she asked.
“I usually go to the office, but I think we’ll stay in. Have a break. Would you like to spend the weekend with me?”
She pulled back staring into his eyes. “You’re asking me?”
“Yes. I’m hoping you’ll say yes and put me out of my misery.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll have to convince you how nice I can be.” He kissed her on the lips. Cadeon cupped her ass, bringing her body against his. Violet would be the first woman he’d had in his bed for over a week and hadn’t fucked. “So, what will it be? To stay or not to stay?”
“Where else would I go?” she asked.
“Nowhere. You can stay with me through choice and have fun, or you can stay with me and still have fun but pretend that you don’t.”
“How is that a good choice, Mr. Ashwood?”
“Because at least I asked, Miss Moore.”
Both of them chuckled. “Okay. I’ll stay with you, but you’ve got a condition.”
“Already after my blood,” he said teasingly.
“Will you give me a proper tour of the house?”
Cadeon moaned.
“Please,” she said.
“Okay. Now let’s shower before we fall asleep on the spot.” He didn’t give her time to protest before he was pulling her into the shower with him. Her clothes he pushed to the floor. The hot water cascaded down her naked body seconds before he joined her.
He delighted in seeing her naked, her curvy body exposed to his touch. Grabbing the soap, he attended to her first, soaping her back, ass and legs before replacing the sponge he’d been using with his hands.
With care, he caressed her breasts, bringing a moan from between her lips. Circling the dark nipples, he moved down her body, smoothing along her stomach before he cupped her pussy.
Most of the soap had been washed away from his hands. Sliding a finger between her silken wet folds, he touched her clit. She jumped in his hands. Her head lay on his shoulder.
“Cadeon,” she said on a moan.
“I want to give you pleasure.” He kissed her neck, licking a trail of moisture with his tongue. “I want to fuck you, Violet. I’m desperate to be inside you.”
She moaned. Her hand went between them. Cadeon closed his eyes, knowing she wasn’t ready for him. The passion he felt for her pushed to the edge. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on without being with her. The need to claim her as his own was driving him crazy. Closing his eyes, he imagined sinking inside her tight cunt, feeling her pulse around him. Instead, he worked his hands over her pussy. She opened her legs wider to receive him, the little mouse flowering beneath his expert touch. Violet was withdrawn and shy, but when she was alone with him, something happened inside her. In the moments alone together they became each other’s world. Nothing else mattered but what they shared together. Touching her clit, Cadeon thrust his hips against her hand. His release was so close to the surface. Her hands were like two pleasure sensors going off inside his body. Beautiful and powerful.
“Come for me, Violet. I want to hear you scream for me.” She melted. Her body shook as she let go, the release rushing through her. Biting down and sucking on her neck, Cadeon shot his seed in the shower stall. The white cum washed away down the drain as their bodies came back. He turned off the water and helped her out of the stall, rubbing her down and drying her hair before doing the same to himself. Cadeon picked her up in his arms and walked her back to their bed. Everything he owned was hers now. He couldn’t imagine living life without her.
He laid her on the bed and turned off the lights before joining her. They didn’t go to sleep straight away. For the longest time, they lay in the dark, staring at each other.
“Is it always like this?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been like this with anyone.”
“I haven’t either. No man has ever made me feel the way you do.”
“How do I make you feel?” He cupped her face, stroking the smooth cheek.
“Like little explosions going off inside my body. When you are near me, I know I’m safe. That nothing bad is going to happen. You make me happy. No one has ever made me laugh before. You make me feel normal. This life seems so surreal to me. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”
“Do you think you could tell me that with the light on?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
Cadeon leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She opened for him instantly. Never had he been with a woman and lain naked with her in a bed for a week or so, and not made love to her. Being with Violet meant more to him than having a quick fuck. Simply holding her gave him so much peace that he imagined he could live without fucking.
Her moans vibrated down his body, getting his cock hard instantly. It didn’t matter how many time he was with her, he never wanted it to end.
Hours passed, and they lay kissing each other, their touches burning like flames between them, an unexplained force bringing them closer together. When he pulled away, he held her in his arms as her breathing changed and sleep took hold.
Staring at her in the dark, he watched her sleep. Her face turned up to him. One hand rested on his chest as the other lay down by her side. She was so still and beautiful, utterly mesmerising to him.
“I love you, Violet Moore,” he whispered, kissing her on the temple. Cadeon closed his eyes. For the time being, his instincts were at bay. He wondered how long that would last when his very future lay in his arms.
Chapter Twelve
The following morning, Violet woke up to the scent of coffee. Even in the large house, the rich Italian blend could be smelled. The only reason she knew it was Italian was from her hunt of the kitchen cupboards the night before.
Stretching out her body, she glanced in the dip of the bed where Cadeon had been hours before. She thought she’d heard him moving around earlier but had been too exhausted to get out of bed herself.
She got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Once she finished with the toilet, she st
ood naked in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Not much had changed in the last week. She was still Violet Moore with a past she didn’t want to think about. Looking at herself, she wondered if it was possible to forget the past and move on. To be able to have a future without fear. Running fingers through her bed hair, she thought about her life. Dominic wouldn’t bother to come for her. For one, he had no knowledge of her existence. The second, why would he risk his life for the sake of a whore’s daughter? None of her earlier fears made any sense to her.
Smiling to herself, she brushed her teeth, combed her hair and got some clothes on. Her mind was made up. Fearing about her past would only ruin her future. She liked Cadeon, could possibly be in love with him. She wanted to be with him completely, to have with him something her mother never could have: love.
Life was about taking chances. This could be her chance to find something for her life.
Violet walked down the stairs to see a woman hanging off of Cadeon’s arm. Violet stopped as she took in the scene. The woman stood with her arms wrapped around his body, every part of her begging him not to let go. From the distance away from the couple, Violet saw the emotion on her face. Tumbling back into her old world, she remembered seeing many women with the same expression on their face. Begging the men to stay with them one extra day. To pull them out of the life of misery and sex.
“Please, give me another chance. I want you. I love you. I can be everything you need.”
“Get up off the floor, Olivia,” Cadeon said. Violet froze from the cold sound of his voice. She’d been within for a few weeks, and he’d never spoken to her with such anger in his voice.
“I can’t go another day without you, Cadeon. There is no other man out there who can satisfy me as good as you.”
“You should have thought about that before jumping for the next man with a decent pay packet. We’re done. I want nothing to do with you.”
The woman, Olivia, sank to her knees. Her hands, with her nails painted red, travelled up his leg going to his crotch. Violet couldn’t contain the gasp from between her lips as the woman continued to touch him. The sexual display shocked her to her core. Is that how Cadeon saw her? As a sexual person to be used and discarded? From his own words he’d been intimate with the woman.