by Hannah Ford
She was tight—maybe it was the position she was in—but he had some difficulty fitting himself into her. The tightness of her hole seemed to excite him further, as she could hear him breathing heavily as he slowly worked into her.
Soon, he was all the way in.
Kallie was lying on the bench, completely at his mercy. His hands were on her hips and sometimes he’d move them up to grab her ass, while he fucked her from behind.
Her breasts were bouncing against the bench and the whole contraption was shaking and creaking as he pounded against her.
“I’m going to come again,” she cried out, and this seemed to turn him into a wild animal.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it as his cock slid in and out of her tunnel, faster and faster, and then he was finishing too, spurting all over her buttocks and back while she tried to regain her senses.
Afterward, Hunter gently undid her wrists and ankles and she sat up on the bench. He came over to her, leaned down and kissed her roughly on the mouth. His tongue was searching, his lips pressing against her lips.
She opened her mouth and let him explore. Kallie was totally vulnerable, totally his to do with as he pleased. He cradled her back with one arm and she went limp in his grasp, letting him kiss her mouth and then rip her shirt open and kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples.
“Come,” he said, pulling back momentarily. He took her by the hand and led her out of the basement, upstairs and then up the next flight. He brought her into his bedroom, which she hadn’t been in since their first night together.
She felt so privileged to be in his room with him again, she felt as though he’d given her a stamp of approval or something.
“Kallie, I want you to spend the night with me,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and her heart speeded up.
Do I love him? Am I falling in love with this man?
Hunter looked at her and she felt there was something unspoken between them. Kallie thought that if he could, Hunter also would have said that he loved her.
But it was too soon. That was why neither of them said anything.
At least, that’s what she told herself. The alternative was too frightening.
She lay down on her back and then Hunter climbed into bed, on top of her. He pulled his own shirt and pants off. His body was strong, powerful, muscular and sleek, like some Greek God come down to Earth for the sole purpose of making love to her.
His eyes stared into Kallie’s and she lost her breath. Then he was kissing her once more, and she was stroking him until he was fully hard again.
“Oh, Kallie,” he whispered. He pushed inside of her, this time going slower, taking his time with her.
She let him take her, let him determine the pace of their lovemaking.
He made her feel so sweet, so vulnerable and yet sexy too. She loved the way his hands explored her body, touching her breasts, stomach, arms and legs as if he couldn’t believe that her flesh was real.
She was getting wetter and wetter as their passion built.
“Hunter,” she cried.
He looked into her eyes. His determination increased, and he was sliding into her more furiously now.
His hands locked on her hips and his pelvis started to move at a steady and quick pace.
Kallie wanted to scream and cry and laugh all at once, it felt so incredible.
She thought she might need to make him stop because the feeling that came over her now was overwhelming, as if the heat might burn her down to nothing.
And then she was coming, coming, coming, and the heat was burning—but she was rising up from the ashes.
***
That night, they lay together, and Hunter held her so close. She smiled upon waking sometimes throughout the evening, and finding that his strong arms were wrapped tightly around her, and his face was nuzzling her neck.
She’d never felt so protected, never known what it was like to have a man pay so close attention to her that she thought she’d never want to be alone again.
The heat from Hunter’s body was so erotic, so sensual. Her recollection of what he’d done to her earlier in the day served to stimulate her senses even at that late hour.
But she allowed herself to drift off to sleep again. When she awoke the final time, it was still early in the morning—early enough that it was dark outside (although from the quality of the light outside the windows, she could tell that dawn was coming soon).
She smiled for the hundredth time that night, happy to be here in his arms. Happy to be held by him. Suddenly, his hands were fondling her breasts, and then he even reached between her legs.
“You’re awake,” she said.
“Now I am,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe, as his hand slowly stroked her wet slit.
“Oh, Hunter,” she whispered, grateful for his touch.
He began rubbing her entrance until it was so wet that his fingers gently slid inside.
Kallie cried out. He kissed the back of her neck. “Now climb on top of me,” he said, lying on his back, his erection pointing straight up in the air.
She straddled him, and he put his hands on her hips, lowering her, guiding her as he slowly penetrated her folds. His cock slid straight in, fitting like a hand in a glove.
Soon, she was moving up and down, focused, biting her lower lip as she rode his hard manhood.
“Kallie, that’s perfect,” he whispered.
She rode him harder and faster.
His hands grabbed her breasts, pulled her down onto him so he could suck her nipples insistently. The combination of sensations caused her to come unexpectedly. Her hips convulsed against his pelvis as he drove deep inside of her.
And then he spun her to the bed so that she was lying on her back and he was on top of her again. Hunter pressed her legs back, almost behind her head, so her knees were practically touching the bed, and fucked her that way, until he pulled out and came, shooting semen across her stomach and breasts.
She stroked him as he shuddered, closing his eyes. “Holy crap,” he said, shaking his head.
She laughed.
“I can’t remember the last time I got off so many times in one day.” He looked down at her as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “And you know what? I could probably go again right now.”
“I’m game if you are.”
“We should probably get cleaned up and get started on the day,” he said, laughing. “I’ll use the downstairs bathroom. You can use the one up here.”
“Okay.” She was sad that things were ending. She didn’t want to be away from him even for a moment.
That was a scary thought, but true. She was suddenly becoming attached to Hunter Reardon. That was about the worst possible idea, but it was happening despite her best intentions.
Hunter gathered some clothes and went downstairs, leaving a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants he thought might be small enough for Kallie to wear.
Slowly, she dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathroom. She contemplated taking another bath and decided against it. Instead, she took a nice hot shower.
The water burned her sore butt a little bit, but she actually liked the sensation. It reminded her of their time together. Every time she recalled a moment from the previous day—whether him spanking her, or the feel of him as he slid inside her most private place, Kallie grew happy and warm.
She wanted to remember those times as much as possible. Kallie decided that whatever else came of this—she wanted more time in the basement with Hunter. She wanted to be down there with him, allowing him to use her body for whatever purposes most pleased him.
Oh man, she thought, as she turned off the shower. I think I’m in trouble.
Smiling to herself, she toweled off and put on the t-shirt and sweats he’d given her. With the drawstring pulled as tight as possible, they were staying on—although just barely.
Kallie didn’t mind, though. She figured that maybe Hunter would notice them drooping an
d decide to help her take them off altogether.
Walking back into his bedroom, she looked at the unmade bed—the sheets still rumpled and damp from their sweat and movement. She wanted to lie down and smell his scent—she wanted to relive every second of his touch.
But she knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Still, Kallie wasn’t quite sure what to do next. She sat down for a moment and just closed her eyes, tried to relax. However, she felt very keyed up, her legs were jittery. She realized that she needed to do something.
That’s when she noticed Hunter’s nightstand. The drawer was open just a little bit. She hadn’t noticed it at all until just now, but it was open a sliver, and a tiny piece of paper or something had peeked up through the crack.
“Shit,” she said. She couldn’t stand not to know what was in there.
None of your business. Whatever it is, it’s none of your damn business, Kallie.
But as usual, she couldn’t help herself.
I’ll just take a quick peek, she rationalized. And then I’ll close it. Besides, what’s the big deal? It’s just a tiny quick look because I’m curious about him and he never tells me a damn thing about himself.
Quickly, she moved to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside were some papers and pens, a couple of tiny candles, and a package of paper clips. And then there was the book. It was a paperback copy of Blue Horizon that said Advanced Reviewer Copy -Uncorrected Proof - Not For sale.
Fumblingly, she pulled it out and examined the book. It smelled old and the cover was worn and bent. It looked as though the pages had been gone through quite a bit. When she riffled through the pages, she saw that there were notes all over the place written in very tiny script. There were places underlined, highlighted, and sticky notes were all over it. She thought to herself that it looked a lot like some textbook that an overanxious freshman student had spent too many hours studying.
This is wrong, she thought. I’m violating Hunter’s privacy.
Only, as she went to put it back, something fell from between its pages and landed on the bed.
Looking down, Kallie saw that it was a small black and white photograph. Her forehead crinkled in dismay and confusion.
In the photograph, an older man was sitting in a large wheelchair. He was wearing nothing but shorts and a Yankees jersey that was hanging open, revealing his ribcage and hipbones. His eyes were wide, with dark circles under them, and his dark hair looked to be receding.
But he was smiling into the camera.
His teeth were large, straight, but almost too big for his mouth somehow.
Who was he? She wondered. And why would Hunter have a picture of him inside that old copy of Blue Horizon?
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”
Kallie spun around and saw Hunter standing in the doorway, his face a mask of anger.
“I—I accidentally saw something sticking out of your nightstand—“
“Don’t lie to me, Kallie,” he said. His eyes were dark, angry, almost maddened.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, I was curious. I’m so sorry.”
“Put that book down now,” he growled.
She laid the book on the bed next to the picture of the old man, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Get up and get out of my room.”
She did as he said.
Kallie walked quickly downstairs, cursing herself for snooping yet again in Hunter’s home. That was so unlike her! She wasn’t the type of girl who went through people’s things.
What about how you found Nicole and Red’s sex toys while you were supposed to be packing? She accused herself.
That was an accident. Red told me to pack their clothes. That wasn’t my fault.
Sure, sure. Likely story.
She was spiraling into a barrage of self-recrimination and self-doubts.
Maybe she was the bad person here.
Kallie walked outside and waited for Hunter in the driveway, knowing he would be wanting to take her home now.
As she suspected, a couple of minutes later, he was coming out the front door, his face a study in cold detachment. He didn’t even look at her as he walked to the car and got inside.
A moment later, the engine started. Kallie thought he might actually just drive away and leave her there all by herself.
But then he rolled down the passenger window. “Get inside.”
His voice was totally cold now—not the way he’d spoken to her when she was in the basement with him—this time he sounded like he’d never even met her before.
Reluctantly, she got in the car and he immediately started out. Hunter never once looked at her—he just kept his eyes glued to the road, his jaw set.
A bunch of different times, Kallie thought about saying something, apologizing, explaining herself, even begging for his forgiveness. Begging was ridiculous and yet, with the way she felt right now, it didn’t seem so absurd an idea.
Somehow, she never quite got up the nerve to say or do anything, and the ride continued in excruciating silence.
Eventually they arrived back at the Jameson mansion. When Hunter finally stopped the car, he turned to her and spoke. “I don’t think I can see you anymore,” he said calmly, and she thought—or maybe just wished—that she heard a tinge of regret in his voice.
Taking the opening he’d given, Kallie rushed in with an apology. “Hunter, you have no idea how bad I feel, but I swear to God—“
He shook his head slowly, his eyes locking on hers. “If I can’t trust you, there’s no hope for this to go anywhere. And after what you did at my house, I really cannot trust you, Kallie.”
She bit her lip and nodded, holding back the tears. “Okay. I understand.”
“Take care of yourself,” he said, as she slid out of the passenger seat and left the car.
A moment later, she watched him drive away.
His car grew further and further away, eventually disappearing behind the trees. In some distant part of her mind, she imagined him having a change of heart, turning the car around and returning. He’d get out and they’d talk about things—she’d explain herself and apologize yet again. Eventually, he’d relent and they’d go inside the house.
And then…but it never came to pass.
She sat outside, watching the road, not wanting to face the emptiness of the house.
***
The next few days went by in a kind of fog for Kallie. There wasn’t much to do until Red told her that Nicole was set to come home. At that point, Kallie did everything she could think of to welcome Nicole back to the house, including buying her favorite shampoos and facial soaps, some comfy slippers, and even writing a little card for her that Red co-signed.
Still, there wasn’t very much to do until Nicole actually arrived home.
So Kallie spent most of her days sleeping, occasionally watching TV, going to the hospital to visit Nicole, or going to the mall and wandering around like a ghost. She was definitely depressed and considered quitting her job and returning to Ohio more than a few times.
The only thing that stopped her was that Red had mentioned he’d invited Hunter to dinner. It wouldn’t happen until after Nicole came home, but still—Kallie hoped and prayed that once Hunter saw her, he might thaw out and she’d have another chance to talk to him.
Her whole life became absorbed in thinking and planning for that night—what she’d wear for clothes, the kind of perfume she’d have on, how she’d smile at him and let him know that her feelings still remained.
She spent an entire night or two after Red mentioned the dinner, lying awake, thinking and fantasizing about how it might go. The fantasies ranged from horrible (he stomps out never to return) to happily ever after (he stands up at dinner and declares his love for the nanny).
Finally, Nicole arrived home and Kallie was swept up in helping to take care of her, since Nicole was still supposed to take it easy, was basically on bed rest, and neede
d her blood pressure watched just to be sure. It was a bit like how things had been just before she’d given birth to Riley.
Riley, it turned out, would probably be coming home in another few weeks, which Nicole and Red were doing their best to stay positive about. When Nicole first got home, she cried a lot because she missed Riley so much.
Kallie sat with her and talked, comforted her. As depressed as Kallie was, it sort of seemed to help her bond with Nicole, who was inconsolable for a night or two.
And then, finally, it was the day of the big dinner. Kallie had hardly slept the night before. She laid out a few different outfits that morning and then went and took a long bath, shaving under her arms and shaving her legs, between her legs, putting on moisturizer. She hummed to herself, feeling alive for the first time in ages and ages.
After getting out of the bath, Kallie started to ready herself for the day. She couldn’t wait to see him, and she was determined that no matter what, she’d make sure he heard her out.
Kallie even thought of saying that she was falling in love with him.
Of course, that was crazy—but it occurred to her nonetheless.
So it was, that when she came down the hallway toward the kitchen a little while later, she heard Nicole and Red’s voices in conversation. At first, she couldn’t hear what they were saying, but as she got closer, they started to get clearer.
“Did he say why?” Nicole was asking.
“Nope. Just apologized for the inconvenience.”
“Weren’t you going to finish the interview after dinner?” Nicole said.
“He said he’d be willing to reschedule for another day.”
Kallie’s heart sank, and she blinked back tears. Entering the kitchen, Red and Nicole turned to look at her.
“Hi!” Nicole said. “Everything okay?”
Kallie smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just a little tired.”
Red turned back to Nicole, rubbing her arm lightly. “Probably just as well. You should be taking it easy.”
“Dinner’s cancelled tonight?” Kallie asked, trying—and failing, she suspected—to sound nonchalant.
Red nodded, seemingly not paying much attention. “Yeah, he said something came up.”