As she looked out the rain-streaked window, she allowed a little frown to crease her brow.
“At least the thunder and lightning have stopped.” She shooed the cat from the bed. “Come on, Ty-Ling. It’s time to get up.”
She hurried into the bathroom to take her shower and dress for the day. Her thoughts presented a combination of warm contentment at the memory of Blake’s comforting embrace and a growing sense of apprehension and embarrassment at the prospect of facing him after her childish display of irrational fear. He had seen her vulnerability, glimpsed inside her carefully constructed façade of order and organization.
She finally made her way downstairs at eight-thirty, much later than normal for her. Blake had not been upstairs, and she didn’t see him anywhere downstairs, although he had made coffee. Surely, he wouldn’t be jogging in the pouring rain. What could be so important that he would have gone out in such terrible weather? She gave a little shrug and fixed Ty-Ling’s breakfast.
After grabbing a mug of hot coffee, she headed toward the dining room to start her work day, already an hour behind schedule. She soon became totally absorbed in her work.
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Blake drove into the garage and entered the house through the side door. It had been three hours since he left to run a few errands. He paused at the dining room door and watched Vicki work. A minute later, she looked up. Her startled expression said she hadn’t heard him come home.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” He offered her a friendly smile. “How are you feeling this morning? Any better?”
“A little foolish.” A pink tinge came to her cheeks. He maintained eye contact with her. He wasn’t asking an idle question just to be polite, wasn’t judging her or ridiculing her fears. His concern was very real.
“I’m, uh, sorry you were bothered with my problem last night. It’s just that, well, ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been afraid of thunderstorms. I know it’s silly, a totally irrational fear, but…” She dropped her gaze to the table as the crimson blush of embarrassment covered more than her cheeks. “That doesn’t make it any less frightening for me.”
“Everyone has their own private fears and personal demons.” He reflected on the idea that perhaps his refusal to think about the future was rooted in his fear of how empty it seemed to be. “Well, I see you’re busy. I won’t keep you.” He started to leave, then hesitated and turned back toward her, his voice less than confident. “Uh, while I was out this morning, I drove past the rental agency’s office.” He cleared his throat and nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
The audible sigh that escaped her lips and the way her shoulders sagged in resignation said it all. “You don’t need to tell me. Nobody was there, and the office was closed.”
“I’m sorry.” He left the dining room, stopping in the living room to build a fire in the fireplace, something bright and warm to combat the rainy day’s gloom and the disappointment and hurt on her face. After he was satisfied with the fire, he picked up the package he’d dumped on the couch when he first came in from the garage.
Placing it on the kitchen table, he opened it much like a child did with a new toy. In fact, a toy was exactly what the package contained. He had bought a kite for Vicki, a stunt kite for beginners, just like the one he’d purchased for his son on the boy’s sixth birthday. It was smaller than a regular stunt kite and constructed so it would disassemble rather than break if it crashed to the ground. As soon as the weather cleared, he would teach her to fly it. Maybe he could talk her into entering the summer competition in the adult beginner division.
He sat back for a moment, sipping his coffee. He visualized the excitement in her eyes when the box kite had soared into the sky. The memory of her laughter filled him with warmth. She needed more fun in her life, needed to get out from under her tightly controlled lifestyle. And he wasn’t thinking about sex, either. She needed to laugh more. He stared at the brightly patterned red, orange, and yellow nylon fabric that made up the kite.
His mind turned to his growing connection to Vicki Templeton, a woman more of a paradox than anything else. One moment a totally uninhibited, hot, driving passion. The next moment, compulsively organized. And a moment later, almost painfully shy and easily embarrassed. All three facets of her personality tugged hard at his emotions.
Chapter Six
The rain continued through the middle of the week. Blake didn’t tell Vicki about the kite he’d bought for her. He was sure she would label it a bunch of foolishness and insist he return it. He preferred to wait until the weather cleared when he could teach her to fly it. Their cohabitation seemed to have settled into a fairly comfortable day-to-day routine. They didn’t interfere with each other’s activities, but still found time to indulge their sexual desires on a regular basis, including what had become a daily ritual of morning sex before breakfast. And each time, the physical included an ever increasing emotional element, something he was not at all sure he wanted to openly acknowledge.
Though Vicki remained busy with her work during the day, Blake became restless being cooped up inside the house. He tried to convince himself it was only a temporary situation due to the rain, and each day he made a valiant effort to find something to do. But he always ended up spending more time staring out the rain-streaked sliding glass door than anything else. It was during those times his mind turned to the dangerous, unexplored territory of what the future held. And more often than not, those thoughts about the future included Vicki.
“Would you like to go to a movie?”
“What?” She looked up from her work, a startled expression on her face. “A movie? You mean, do I want to rent a video tonight?”
“No. I mean go out to a movie. The rain seems to have stopped, and the sky’s beginning to clear. We can catch the early matinee at the village theater.”
The frown that immediately creased her brow told him she disapproved of his suggestion. She rearranged some of the papers on the dining room table, the slight tug of irritation pulling at her sense of what made up appropriate and responsible behavior clearly visible to him. “I couldn’t possibly take off in the middle of a weekday just to go to a movie. I have work to do.”
“You’re self-employed and work at home, so what difference does it make if you do the work on a weekday or a weekend, during the day, or in the evening? We can either go now or later this afternoon.” A blanket of determination settled over him. One way or another, he intended to see that she allowed some time in her day for fun and recreation. He walked around behind her, pulled the chair away from the table with her still sitting in it, then grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet.
“Come on. It’s a comedy. It won’t hurt you to take a two hour break and have some laughs. Think of it as a long lunch hour.” A teasing grin played at the corners of his mouth. “You can make it up by staying in your office an hour later tonight.”
“I said no.” She tugged her hand free of his grasp. “I have work to do. Perhaps another time. I could check my schedule to see when—”
“Ah, yes.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “That carefully planned schedule that accounts for every minute of your life. It seems you leave me no options. You won’t go to the movies with me, so I guess I’ll have to find something else for us to do right here…right now.”
Before she had an opportunity to protest, he glanced at his watch, then quickly made a notation on her daily planner. He placed his hands on her shoulders, plumbed the depths of her eyes for a moment, and flashed a truly mischievous grin as he pointed to the calendar.
“You don’t have any choice. It’s on your schedule.”
Before she could react, he cupped her face and captured her mouth with a soft kiss. He pulled back, then quickly brushed his lips against hers again. He grabbed the pen and made another entry on her daily planner. A satisfied little grin tugged at his lips. One way or another, he intended to loosen up her tightly controlled existence and t
each her how to have fun. Perhaps he, too, could learn to truly enjoy life again rather than just going through the motions. He turned and left the room.
Vicki watched Blake climb the stairs. Several seconds passed before she collected her senses and composed the tremors of excitement dancing inside her. She glanced at her schedule book. In large, bold letters, next to the appropriate time slot, he had printed kiss Blake. Beneath that notation, in the next fifteen minute time slot, he’d written play game of stable boy ravishes innocent milk maiden and had drawn a line to block out the next two hours.
A smile slowly curled her lips. Even though they had indulged their sexual appetite first thing that morning, a rush of moisture dampened her panties and her nipples puckered into taut buds. How was it possible for him to turn her neatly ordered existence into a mass of disorganized confusion? For the first time in her life, she made the decision to abandon her work in the middle of a weekday for the sole purpose of pandering to her own pleasure. And what was worse, she knew she wanted more of him—so much more.
Ty-Ling interrupted her thoughts by jumping onto the table and making herself comfortable in the middle of Vicki’s paperwork. She stroked the cat’s fur, then picked up the animal. “Oh, Ty-Ling. What have I gotten myself into? He’s not at all the type of man I want, yet he makes my insides quiver like an impressionable school girl. I can’t think straight when he touches me. All my good intentions simply sail away on the breeze…” She furrowed her brow. “Just like that kite did.”
Vicki set the cat on the floor. Her breath came a little faster, her heart beat a little harder, and her entire body tingled in anticipation.
She made a quick trip through the kitchen to get a glass of milk and carried it upstairs, but found Blake’s bedroom empty. She continued on down the hall to her room, pausing at the door when she saw his nude body stretched out on her bed. A little grin tugged at her lips. Of course. For the concept of the game, it made sense that he would lie in wait for her in her room rather than assuming an innocent milk maiden would actually go to the stable boy’s room. An unaccustomed moment of frivolous fun assailed her as she entered her bedroom.
“Oh, my goodness. It’s such a warm day, and this milk is getting so very heavy. I think I’ll set it down and rest for a bit before continuing back to the house, perhaps remove some of this heavy clothing and take advantage of the slight breeze. After all, there’s no one here. I’m sure I’ll be perfectly safe from prying eyes…and other unwanted attentions.”
She placed the glass on the nightstand next to Blake, then unbuttoned her shirt. She raked her gaze over the length of his nude body, taking particular delight in the sight of his marvelous erection and knowing the delicious treat would soon belong to her in any number of exciting ways. She noted the twinkle in his eyes as he watched her play out the role he had assigned her. A strange sensation engulfed her—the thrill of exhibitionism she had never before experienced. Just knowing he watched as she portrayed the innocent milk maiden added a new thrill to her already stimulated body.
She removed her clothes, then pretended to fan herself as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Ah, that’s much better. The cool breeze is so soothing on my bare skin.”
Blake snaked his arms around her waist from behind and held her in place. His hot breath tickled across her ear.
“Well, well, well…what have we here?” He cupped her breasts and pulled her back against his chest. “I think it’s time for my innocent little milk maiden to learn the way of the world.”
“No…please don’t.” His touch made it difficult for her to continue playing the part, the thought of saying no in direct opposition to the need throbbing in her pussy. She wanted to impale herself on his rigid shaft, to feel him deep inside her as he shuttled in and out.
“Just relax, my pretty one. You’ll like what I’m going to do to you.”
“No, you can’t do this.” She squirmed in his arms, as if trying to free herself, but the movement only reinforced the need throbbing between her legs. “I’ll be forever ostracized, considered damaged goods.”
“Not if you don’t tell anyone.” He nibbled at her earlobe and kneaded the firm flesh of her breasts. Her insides quivered with desire. “It will be our little secret.” The stable boy shoved her onto her back in the softness of the bed and quickly straddled her legs. He leered at her, a look filled with a raw sexuality that had her pussy close to clenching in orgasmic contractions without even being touched. “A secret we can share again and again.”
“No, you must not. I’m begging you.” She forced out the words, the quaver in her voice very real but not from fear. “The master of the house, he won’t…”
“So, my innocent little milk maiden isn’t so innocent after all. The master has been fucking you?” A glow of excitement flashed in Blake’s eyes. “That means I won’t need to be so gentle after all. Your cherry has already been plucked. You know the feel of a cock. In that case, I intend to make you scream in delight and beg me to fuck you again and again. You’ll forget all about the master once I’ve introduced you to what a real man has to offer. The lady of the house can give testimony as to my prowess. She refers to the master as that barely adequate little prick.”
“No.” Vicki had never played a fantasy game before, but Blake obviously had, and he was good at it. It was all she could do to remain still and feign fear. He had not fingered her pussy or as much as touched her clit, obviously knowing full well how she craved his expert seduction. “The master will be harsh with me if he thinks—”
“He won’t know unless you tell him.” His mouth came down hard on hers, totally dominating her existence. His kiss demanded everything of her. His lips were soft and pliant, yet controlling the very breath that filled her lungs. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, aggressively seeking and tasting every hidden corner.
To hell with the game. She didn’t want to play, didn’t want to pretend to put him off. She was ready to scream out her desires and needs, to beg him to fuck her long and hard until neither of them had the energy to move. Until her pussy radiated enough heat to raise the temperature in the room and set off the sprinkler system.
Blake took the decision out of her hands.
His chest heaved with his labored breathing. His cock pulsed with need, but not just for the mindless activity of getting off. The need was specifically for Vicki. He was done with the game. He had to have her right now. Flailing toward the nightstand, he sought one of the condom packets he’d placed there. He accidently knocked over the glass of milk spilling it on the floor but didn’t care. With trembling hands, he expertly sheathed his erection.
Once again, he captured her mouth with a kiss that clearly conveyed all the passion coursing through his veins. Their tongues twined in a dance of seduction, the textures meshing together. Using his knee, he nudged her legs wider apart and settled himself between them. He wanted to immediately plunge his throbbing dick inside her, but held off long enough to make sure she was ready. He slipped his finger between her pussy lips into the moist heat of her body. The quick jerk of her hips against his hand pleased him. He added a second finger, drawing them in and out of her wet slit as he stimulated her clit with his thumb.
Vicki’s insides contracted in orgasmic rapture. Her pussy muscles grabbed at his fingers. His kiss, his touch. It didn’t take much for him to send her over the edge into euphoria. Just being in the same room with him started her juices flowing. The sudden loss when he withdrew his fingers lasted only a second. His cockhead probed her opening, then he slid his shaft into her still convulsing tunnel. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck, and held on for the incredible ride.
His confident strokes kept her in a heightened state of orgasmic frenzy. They grew harder and shorter, until he pumped on the edge of his own release. Two more deep thrusts, and his body shuddered. He held her until the spasms subsided.
And then he continued to hold her.
Neither of them made even the sligh
test attempt to untangle their entwined bodies, their contentment whole and all consuming. Vicki allowed a brief thought about needing to get back to work but told herself the two hours marked off in her daily planner weren’t up yet. A hint of a smile pulled at her lips. As recently as a couple of days ago, she would have been shocked by that decision. But now, she didn’t give a damn about the work waiting downstairs.
“Let’s buy some chocolate body paint and whipped cream.” His words tickled across her ear. “And maybe some other toys, too.”
Other than her own vibrator used in privacy when she was horny and alone, she had never played with sex toys, and certainly not with someone else, in spite of her one-time attempt at a ménage a trois. A little shiver of excitement fluttered inside her as her anticipation grew. The thought of licking chocolate off Blake’s delicious dick tantalized her. And the whipped cream…they could do any number of things with that.
“What kind of other toys do you have in mind?” She nipped at his shoulder blade with her lips, then licked his nipples. His skin tasted so good. Everything about him tasted good. And she wanted more.
“I’ll let it be a surprise. And I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“Mmm, nothing you’ve done so far has been disappointing.”
Blake wanted her again. He wanted her now. He slid out of bed, disposed of the used condom, and grabbed a new one. Hunger gnawed at him, a deep need he wasn’t sure would ever be completely filled. No matter how many times he had Vicki, no matter how great the sex, he still didn’t have enough of her. He had never felt so much at one with another woman. Had never felt as close to anyone other than his immediate family. His mother, his father…and his son.
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