by Jan Bowles
“Well, at least that’s something to be thankful for I suppose. But what about the loss of her parents? How is the little cherub coming to terms with that?”
“With difficulty. The night terrors are becoming less frequent and less intense, which is a step in the right direction. For the first couple of weeks after the tragedy she would regularly wake in the middle of the night screaming in sheer panic, wanting to know where her mom and dad were. That was the hardest part for Shane and myself.
“As each day passes, she is asking for Sarah Jane and Kane less now. I suppose that is one of the advantages of being just three years old. The memory of her parents will fade away completely, given time.”
He felt Jessica’s hand on his. “Each day things will continue to get better for Ellie May. You’ll see, Reed.”
“I think you could be right, Jess. Ellie May has no one but us now, and when she gets a little older, it will be up to Shane and I to sit her down and tell her all about her parents. We will tell her that her mom and dad were good people who loved her very much.
“We have plenty of video of Sarah Jane as both a child and an adult, so Ellie May will know exactly what her mother looked and sounded like.”
“Want to know something, Jess? I can’t recall Sarah Jane being unhappy a single day in her entire life. She was never without a smile. When Kane asked her to become his wife, she became happier still, and the day Ellie May was born, she positively glowed with joy and well-being. Isn’t that right, Shane?”
Shane rose from the breakfast table. “Damn right. Sarah Jane lived. I mean really lived every single day of her twenty-nine years on this earth.” Reed felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder and the animosity that the battle to win Jessica had caused seemed to fade away for the time being. However, Reed was astute enough to realize that the rivalry for the enchanting creature that sat demurely at the breakfast table would soon reignite, with possibly destructive consequences.
Chapter Six
10:37 p.m. the same evening
Jessica muted the sound on the television for the second time in as many minutes. With her anticipation mounting, she nervously tapped the remote control to her lips and listened intently, desperately hoping that either Shane or Reed would pay her a late night visit. If they both came then all the better. They were gorgeous and her pathetic selection of boyfriends paled in insignificance when compared to her godlike bosses.
This time, the gentle but persistent rap at the door was unmistakable and Jessica knew, just knew, that tonight she was in for a treat.
During her free time in Stuttgart, she had often fantasized about Reed and Shane coming to her hotel room after dark, and then having crazy unbridled sex with her. In her fevered imagination, the sexy twins had absolute control, bending her to their mighty wills. With her fingers teasing her sexual pearl, she had breathily visualized these powerful men taking what they wanted, what they demanded, as they filled every orifice she had with their mighty erect cocks. Despite her first German orgasms being toe-curlingly intense, Jessica had been deeply disappointed that the late night knock at the door had never actually materialized.
She figured they discussed her amongst themselves, because in so many ways Reed and Shane were two peas from the same pod. In fact, the time Shane had caught her masturbating he went as far as to say that he and his brother shared everything.
Wearing a sexy negligee in anticipation of something like this eventually coming to fruition, Jessica made her way to the door on wobbly adrenaline-charged legs. She briefly thought of covering the flimsy silk garment with a robe, but quickly decided that life was too short and she was too horny.
She tried to compose herself as best she could, but still her voice trembled slightly as she finally plucked up the courage to speak.
“Who is it? Who’s there?”
“It’s me.”
Those two little words immediately presented her with a problem, because Reed and Shane sounded almost identical to her ears. Being twins born just minutes apart, was that really so surprising?
“It’s late.”
Why the hell did I just say that? Am I crazy? Perhaps she wanted to make whomever it was on the other side of the door appreciate and respect her. Yes, that was it.
The assertive baritone rumble filtered through the flimsy divide that separated them. “I don’t give a fuck how late it is, honey, I said open the door.”
She placed the palm of her hand to her chest, all too aware of her rapidly beating heart. Shane. It was Shane. Only Shane called her honey.
“I won’t ask you again, Jessica. Open the goddamn door and let me in.”
Jessica figured that once their wealth and their fancy education was stripped away, Reed and Shane were little more than primitive alpha males who took what they wanted without a need for explanation. Well, that was fine by her, because previous boyfriends had been anything but primitive in the bedroom. They had been nice. Too nice. So nice that not once had she orgasmed during intercourse with any of them. Her fingers and her well-used vibrator were necessary to give her the sexual satisfaction that men simply couldn’t. To be fair, it probably wasn’t exclusively the fault of the inept guys that she dated. Jessica figured that her fucked-up childhood also played a sizeable part in her unsatisfactory sex life.
“Shane, I–I–I’m really tired tonight. I was getting ready for bed.”
Yet again she said just about the dumbest thing imaginable, and she silently berated herself for her stupidity. What the hell are you playing at woman? That’s Shane Masters out there. He is just about the most gorgeous hunk of man on this planet, and you’re telling him that you’re tired? Sheesh, get a grip, girl, before he changes his mind.
“Jessica, I’m giving you one more chance. Open this door right now before I break it down.” There was real menace evident in his voice. A menace that made her realize Shane Masters was a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer! “If this door isn’t open by the time I count to three, I’m gonna lay you across my knee and then spank that creamy little bare ass of yours until it turns purple. Understand?”
She understood perfectly, and truth be known the thought of Shane disciplining her rump was not without its appeal.
“One.” He meant business and she knew his threats had substance to them. Her hand trembled uncontrollably as she put it to her mouth. Oh my God this is it. This is really happening. My fantasy is about to become reality.
“Two.” The obvious menace in his voice excited and frightened her. Did Shane know his uncompromising actions had this effect on her? Of course he fucking did, and he clearly enjoyed the power he had over her.
With her anticipation reaching fever pitch, she hurriedly pulled open the door and stared into the piercing blue eyes of just about the most beautiful man alive. Shane was so fucking gorgeous, her mouth opened and closed several times before any fully formed words came out.
“Sh–Sha–Shane.”
Within the blink of an eye, he took hold of her shoulders and authoritatively pushed her backward before closing the door behind him. His eyes devoured her, and the flimsy scrap of silk she wore offered scant protection from his primal gaze.
“Don’t ever keep me waiting again. Do you understand?” His broad masculine chest encased in just a white cotton T-shirt heaved with a need for her that Jessica found intoxicating.
He wants me, and I want him to want me.
“No, I’m sorry, Shane. I’ll never keep you waiting again, I promise.” Being dominant, being the one in charge was clearly an inherent part of Shane’s personality, and as such Jessica was happy for him to take complete control. She liked being submissive to an all-powerful man like Shane. The experience was liberating and turned her on immensely. Besides, she didn’t want to deny him. Why would she?
“W–what are you…?” Such was the influence he had over her. Jessica could barely get her words out. “W–what are you… What are you going to do to me?” His masculine presence overwhelmed her and she
found it difficult to breathe.
Without any warning he kissed her passionately on the lips, causing her knees to almost buckle in response. “What am I going to do to you? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you, honey. I’m going to do anything I damn well please. Do you have a problem with that, Jessica?”
“No, I don’t.” She spoke the truth. She wanted him. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want Shane?
Cold, calculating blue chips of ice narrowed on her. “Right answer, honey. I want you, and I’m going to have you.”
His uncompromising nature was clearly evident, and Jessica knew she would be playing by Shane’s rules. From the undiluted sexual intent showing in those mesmerizing blue eyes, she figured that conversation would be limited—with sheer animal lust taking center stage.
“Woman, I want you. Fuck, how I want you. I haven’t been able to sleep for thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”
His voice sounded even deeper than usual, and her pussy positively ached for his cock. Oh dear God above. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for bringing this exciting, sexy man to me. She could clearly define the outline of his huge penis as it pushed relentlessly against the front of his jeans, and her observation didn’t go unnoticed.
“Impressive, isn’t it, honey?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes. It’s beautiful. So very beautiful. It’s what makes you a man, Shane.” Jessica had never felt so energized, so ready for sex, and as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes, the bond between them grew ever stronger.
In total command, he roughly took hold of her chin with his hand, squeezing her jaw tightly before kissing her passionately on the lips again. This time his tongue probed deep inside her mouth, exploring the contours of her teeth and the soft flesh surrounding them. When he finally pulled away she felt almost shell-shocked, her whole body trembling with nervous anticipation.
“I’m the one in charge here, honey, and don’t you ever forget it.”
As if I could? Deep down, on some primitive level she needed Shane to control her. In her opinion, every woman wanted that from a man, however much the rational part of her twenty-first century brain tried to deny it. He stood so very close, his masculine frame towering over her, intimidating her. Jessica felt his warm breath feather through her hair, and instinctively knew she was his to do with as he pleased.
Without another word he spun her around. “Hands high above your head, and against the wall.” It wasn’t a request.
Unable to see him, but well aware that he studied her, the breath left her parted lips in short staccato bursts.
“Shane, please.”
She felt his masculine torso push against her from behind, and although his thick, rigid prick was still contained by his jeans, Jessica felt its insistent presence against the crack of her ass. He whispered authoritatively in her ear, making her want him even more. “Don’t dare to speak unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Masters, sir.” With the situation she found herself in, it seemed the appropriate response to his demands. Wanting him so badly she physically ached for the man, she secretly thanked God when she heard the rustle of clothing being removed. The unmistakable sound of a zipper being drawn down followed, and Jessica figured that Shane was now naked and magnificent as he stood behind her. When he kicked her ankles apart just like she’d seen the cops do on TV, her vulnerability moved to the next level.
“Shane, please. I’m scared.”
“Shhh. I won’t tell you again. Be quiet.” He nipped her earlobe with his teeth, marking her as his prey. She wore no panties beneath the flimsy silk negligee, and soon Shane would know everything about her naked form. She wanted him to control her. What woman wouldn’t? But she also wanted and needed him to adore and worship her. Every woman should feel this way, because it was a basic human desire.
Silence. Then more silence followed. How she longed to turn and gaze at the beautiful naked man standing behind her. How she longed to kneel before him and take his big hard cock in her mouth. She didn’t dare to look behind her though, because that would require permission from her boss—permission he hadn’t granted her.
She knew the absolute silence as he studied her was all part of the mind games he played, and guessed that intimidation was a tactic he used on a regular basis, both at work and at play.
A large hand took hold of the neckline of her negligee, and less than five seconds later the erotic sound of tearing silk was gone. When she looked down, she saw the remnants of the expensive garment lying pooled at her feet. Her body shook, her hands shook, but she didn’t take them from the wall, and still she didn’t turn and look.
He painfully fisted his hand into her hair as a measure of his control over her, and although her mouth opened and closed with the discomfort she stubbornly resisted the temptation to cry out.
“Good. Excellent. I didn’t hear the slightest whimper come from those pretty lips of yours.” There was a cruel streak to Shane that she guessed he shared with most men of a dominant persuasion. She liked that cruel streak. She liked the bastard within the man. It excited her.
“Keep your hands exactly where they are, palms flat against the wall.” Yet again his words were delivered in a manner that couldn’t possibly be mistaken for a request. Oh no. Right now Shane demanded she comply with him, and it was a wonderful, if slightly unnerving feeling.
She heard a muffled thud and figured that Shane had dropped to his knees behind her. Muscular arms then circled her waist. “Oh, honey, you please your boss immensely. Your skin is exquisite. Your naked back immaculate.” She closed her eyes and savored the moment as his lips glided across her shoulder blades before tracing a delicate line down her spine.
“Mmm, you are so warm and feminine and you smell so good.” She heard him breathe deeply. “You smell like a woman should, Jessica.” He didn’t try to hide his admiration of her naked body, and that made her feel so very special, so very valuable. Large seductive hands smoothed over her stomach as his lips caressed the length and breadth of her back, adding to Jessica’s rising euphoria.
“And your belly, it’s so warm and womanly to my touch.”
Those same hands moved slowly upward, circling her naked breasts before thrusting them together to form a cleavage that no push-up bra could ever hope to emulate. He squeezed her nipples hard, tormenting them, causing her to bite her bottom lip with a combination of pleasure and pain.
His breathing was fast and excited. “And tits to die for. Your breasts are simply awesome, honey.” Still kneeling behind her, he tugged at her nipples, stretching them to unfeasible lengths before finally releasing the tortured peaks. The exquisite sensation felt wonderful, and her knees trembled beneath her, almost as though they could give way at any moment.
Shane slid his hands down her naked body, tweaking her super-sensitive nips one final time for good measure. Warm, open palms fleetingly paid attention to her belly again before finally stopping at the feminine bulge of her pubis mons.
“Beautiful, you are so beautiful, Jessica. Perfectly smooth just as I demand.” She longed to respond to the compliments he paid her, but still she remained mute, silently enjoying his admiration of her naked body.
Sensitive yet controlling lips caressed her ass as a series of soft butterfly kisses traced across her rump. Right this moment Jessica felt good about herself, and it was all Shane’s doing. It was as though her traumatic childhood and adolescence had been erased from her memory. As his tongue slid between her ass cheeks before intimately exploring her puckered hole, she could remain silent no longer.
“Oh, Shane, I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to speak without your permission, but I need to tell you just how good that feels. Please forgive me.”
To her surprise Shane didn’t rebuke or admonish her for speaking out of turn. He simply continued enjoying this most intimate part of her body. It was clear to Jessica that this gorgeous man simply adored her asshole, and when sensitive yet probing fingers
dipped inside her wanton pussy she felt compelled to speak again.
“Oh, God, Shane, that feels so good. So very, very good.” He expertly retracted her clitoral hood before pleasuring her sensitized nub with the most wondrous of touches. She felt her legs spasm again, a sure sign that if he kept doing what he was doing to her asshole and clit, then orgasmic consequences would be inevitable.
His tongue lashed erotically against her puckered hole, and it seemed that no part of a woman’s body was either unattractive or off-limits to Shane Masters. He adored every bit of her, and she in turn, adored his admiration of her.
Her pussy was incredibly wet and super responsive to the magical touch of his fingers.
“Shane, oh please. Please.” Each additional movement of his tongue and fingers brought her closer to letting go.
She couldn’t resist fueling his mighty ego by telling Shane just how accomplished he was at making her feel so happy and alive.
“So good… So…very…very…very good.” The gaps between her words of appreciation grew longer as each breath became shorter, and the countdown to explosive climax was unstoppable now. It was there, right there. Waiting…waiting…waiting. Her imminent release lay perfectly balanced between sustainable sexual pleasure and…
“Oh my God. It’s right there, Shane, and I…I just can’t stop it coming. It feels so…so…beautiful.”
She’d masturbated before and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. What twenty-six-year-old woman hadn’t? This was different though, otherworldly even. As she came apart at the seams, the sense of well-being and euphoria became overwhelming. Such magical sensations took her understanding of how good her orgasms could be to a new level.
Her violently shaking legs finally buckled, and with just Shane’s strong arms to support her weight, she moaned and whimpered her way through climax after climax.
This new experience had a surreal dreamlike quality and was unlike anything that had happened before. “Shane, oh thank you, thank you, thank you.” Only vaguely aware of her surroundings, she was effortlessly scooped from the floor by strong masculine arms. She stared mesmerized into chips of blue ice that frightened her yet also reassured her that everything was just perfect.