Her Dark Melody

by Michelle Love

  “Thanks, Udo. And call me Bodhi for god sake. I’m already feeling old. Mr. Creed was my Dad.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Udo.”

  “Sorry. Yes, Bodhi.”

  Bodhi grinned. “Good man. Goodnight.”

  “Night.”

  Bodhi walked into the house to find Sailor and Tim asleep on the couch, Sailor’s arms around the boy and his head resting on her shoulder. Bodhi couldn’t help taking a sneaky photo, they looked so adorable. The flash didn’t wake Tim, but Sailor opened an eye and grinned.

  “Sorry,” Bodhi whispered, bending to kiss her, “I couldn’t resist. Which gives me an idea…but perhaps we should put Tim to bed first.”

  Sailor smiled, and Bodhi lifted Tim into his arms and carried him to bed. Tim didn’t even stir.

  “I slipped him a Mickey,” Sailor whispered, with a grin, “He should be out for a while.”

  Bodhi chuckled at her joke. “He takes after his pa; I could sleep like that when I was young.”

  “Not now?”

  He turned to her and stroked her face. “I have better things to do than sleep nowadays.” He brushed his lips against hers lightly. “Stay with me tonight, in my bed.”

  Sailor tangled her fingers in his dark curls. “Tim knows about us. He asked me outright if I was your girlfriend, and I told him I was. He seemed to be happy about it.”

  Bodhi grinned down at her. “Another way he takes after his dad. So, you’ll stay? It’s time Tim gets used to you being here full time.”

  Sailor nodded, and Bodhi led her to his room, closing the door behind him. Luckily his room was on the other side of the house to Tim’s. Sailor pushed his Tuxedo jacket from his shoulders.

  “I almost don’t want you to take this off,” she said, her eyes lazy with desire, “You make it look better than any other man in the world.”

  Bodhi shrugged back into the jacket, and she giggled. Bodhi slid his hands under her shirt.

  “Then how about I stay dressed in this, and you, you beautiful girl, are the only one naked when I fuck you? Would that turn you on?”

  Her breath hitched in her throat, and she nodded, her eyes excited. Bodhi ran his hands down her arms. “And how about I take this tie off and bind your hands behind you? Then you’ll really be under my control?”

  He saw her nipples harden through her t-shirt and knew he was turning her on. Her cheeks flushed pink, and he slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Pulling down each lacy cup, he suckled at her nipples until she moaned, removed her bra, then her jeans and panties. He made no move to touch her clit or her pussy, instead, stroking her belly, the underside of her breasts, her throat.

  He pulled the tie from his neck, took first one hand, then the other, pressing his lips against the soft inside of her wrists before binding her hands gently behind her. He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Too tight?”

  Sailor shook her head. “No. Tighter.”

  He grinned then tugged the tie taut. She gave a little cry, but smiled to show him she liked the quick pain.

  “God, you’re incredible…” He took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth passionately until they were both breathless.

  “I want to do everything with you,” she whispered. “Everything. I’m yours, Bodhi Creed. Show me the ways to love you…”

  Bodhi growled, his cock rigid and straining through his pants. “Sweet torture,” he said, and she nodded. “Beauty, I’d like to photograph your body, your breasts, your soft belly, your sweet cunt….is that something you would allow?”

  She nodded, and he smiled gratefully. “You are out of this world. I’m going to lay you down.” He swept her onto her back. “Is that hurting your arms?”

  “I like it,” she said, and there was no doubt in her voice. “I want to suck you, Bodhi, I want to taste you.”

  He grinned. “In time, I’m going to photograph you first. Would you like me to be naked now?”

  She nodded eagerly, and he laughed as he stripped quickly. His long, thick cock stood rampant against his belly, and he fisted the root of it as he grabbed his camera. “All of this is for you, Sailor, all of it.”

  Sailor spread her legs for him as he began to take photos of her, close-ups of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her cunt, red and swollen for him, and glistening with arousal. Bodhi took his time, his erection never fading, obviously enjoying their games. “God, you’re so beautiful, Sailor King…the most beautiful sight in this world…open wider for me baby, I want to taste you.”

  Finally putting the camera down, he crawled between her legs and then his mouth was on her clit, his tongue lashing around it, tasting every drop of her arousal, her desire for him, teasing the tiny bud until she was writhing and moaning underneath him.

  “I want to taste you, Bodhi, please.”

  Bodhi looked up. “Want to do it at the same time?”

  She nodded, and he turned her onto her side, and himself in the other direction so she could take his straining cock into her mouth. The feel of her sweet, warm mouth enveloping him was insanely thrilling. She seemed to know instinctively what to do, trailing her tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the tip until he was almost driven crazy. She hollowed out her cheeks sucking on him as he tormented her clit with his tongue, and they both came hard, almost simultaneously, shuddering and gasping, Sailor swallowing his seed down eagerly. Bodhi turned around so he could kiss her mouth, freeing her hands as he did so.

  “God, Bodhi…” Sailor was almost crying with pleasure, tears on her cheeks and he kissed each one away before his lips found hers.

  “Sailor King…do you have any idea how deeply in love with you I am?”

  Sailor sobbed now, happy tears. “God, Bodhi, I love you too, so much, so much…”

  Bodhi smoothed the damp hair away from her lovely face, his own hair messy around his head. Her face was flush, her lips parted as she gasped for air and he smiled. “And that was only the beginning, darling…we could do so much more.”

  Bodhi’s cock was hardening again and he moved on top of her, dipping his head to kiss her breasts, the valley between them, the nipples, then her throat before returning to her lips as his cock slid into her. He was so hard, so big that he filled her cunt entirely, and Sailor moaned at the feel of him. He loved her. He loved her. She could have died right there the happiest woman in the world, but now his cock was reaming her so hard, she was very glad she hadn’t. His hands pinning hers above her head, his gaze locked onto hers as they fucked, and Sailor was still amazed that she felt so uninhibited and confident in his arms. He made her cum again and again until finally, when they were both exhausted, he collapsed at her side, both panting for air.

  “Sailor King, I swear, I never want to move from your side.”

  She wriggled into his awaiting arms and kissed him. “I love you.”

  “As I love you, beautiful. God…can we just do this all the time?”

  She laughed softly. “Wouldn’t be appropriate in front of Tim, I think.”

  Bodhi kissed her forehead. “When he’s older, he would understand.”

  “Not sure Family Services would.” They both laughed.

  “You may have a point. So, he knows we’re together?”

  She nodded and grinned, a little shy. “He told me he loved me too.”

  Bodhi pretended annoyance. “Dang, he beat me to it? His game is strong.”

  Sailor laughed then kissed him. “I’m so tired, but if you have one more round in you, slugger, I might be good to go.”

  Bodhi grinned. “Sexy talk, I like it.” Sailor straddled him, and he cupped her breasts as she impaled herself on his cock and began to ride him.

  “You make me the happiest guy in the world, Sailor.”

  She grinned down at him. “Good. Now shut up and fuck me, Creed.” And laughing, he obeyed her.

  Soleil kissed the by-now very sore mouth of Hedda, her date, and got up to go to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway, knowing the light from
the bathroom would silhouette her perfect shape and looked back over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare move.”

  Hedda smiled. God, Soleil was gorgeous and a mind-blowing lover. She wondered how many men had set their sights on the beautiful art dealer only to be crushed when they found out she was gay.

  Hedda waited until Soleil closed the bathroom door before she grabbed her cellphone and tapped out a quick message.

  She’s here.

  In a second, the reply came back.

  Good. Stay close.

  Hedda smiled and dropped the phone back into her purse. When Soleil returned, Hedda pressed her lips to hers, and they began to make love again. Hedda hoped that Bartholomew Foy only wanted Soleil to get to Sailor and Bodhi. She really hoped that Soleil wouldn’t be considered a loose end.

  She was such an amazing fuck, and it would be such a shame.

  Sailor’s excitement about flying across the Atlantic Ocean was infectious. Both Bodhi and Tim were grinning as she gaped out of the jet window at the ocean below.

  “How come you’ve never gone on holiday abroad, Sailor? Did your mom and dad not take you?”

  Sailor and Bodhi exchanged a look then Sailor smiled at Tim. “No, pumpkin…I didn’t have parents, I lived in a kind of…um…special place, where kids without parents sometimes grow up.”

  Tim looked thoughtful. “Like a children’s home?”

  Sailor hesitated. “Something like that.”

  “Hey, kiddo,” Bodhi rescued her, “Who do you think Auntie Solly is on the phone too for this long?”

  Tim grinned as Soleil, cell phone clamped to her ear, stuck out her tongue. “One of her girlfriends,” Tim said wisely, but Solly shook her head, giving him a smile, but holding up a finger to ask for a moment more.

  Sailor sat back into Bodhi’s arms and felt him press his lips to her temple. They were on the way to Italy to stay with Solly’s brother, Claudio, Bodhi’s best friend. Claudio was an artist and worked mainly from a farmhouse in the middle of the Tuscan countryside. Bodhi’s mother, despairing that Bodhi preferred music to art as he grew up, had mentored Claudio from a young age and now they frequently collaborated. While Vittoria Creed was mainly retired now, Claudio’s stock was rising fast in the art world, mainly thanks to his sister’s tireless work on his behalf. Claudio liked art, his friends and screwing, he didn’t like networking. Soleil handled that side things; arranging exhibitions, making sure Claudio’s name was on everyone’s lips.

  Sailor couldn’t wait until they landed. She’d never dreamed she’d be going to Europe, even after she’d escaped the cult, she had thought it an impossible goal; she hadn’t anticipated she would fall in love with a billionaire.

  Money was the one thing she was uncomfortable with in her relationship with Bodhi. He had continued to pay her salary, and frequent huge bonuses, even after they had become a couple, and Sailor didn’t know how she felt about that. When Bodhi had told her he had put her name on his bank account, she got scared.

  “Bodhi, no, it’s too much, too soon.”

  But he wouldn’t hear any argument. “It’s just money, Sails. There’s so many more important things in life, like how much I love you. Money doesn’t come into it.”

  That’s because you have it, Sailor had thought, but stayed silent. She had talked to Bay Tambe about knowing, knowing she had married the already rich Tom Meir. Bay had sympathized.

  “Girl, believe me, I know how you feel. It went against all my sensibilities to accept that Tom was rich and by default then, so was I. It never goes away, but I found little ways to try and equalize the balance. When the girls came along, that all shifted to the back of my mind, I didn’t care how much we spent on them, I wanted to give them the best start. That being said, they still have to do chores for pocket money, and we’ve tried to teach them the value of money. They’re pretty sensible, they take after Tom, like that.”

  Sailor had laughed. “I’d love to meet them one day.”

  “You definitely will.” Sailor heard Bay shift and groaned a little.

  “You okay?”

  Bay laughed. “Yep, just the size of a house. Any day now, this little slugger’s going to make an appearance.”

  “Excited?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  Sailor thought about Bay now, knowing by the time they got back from their month in Italy, Bay would have had the baby. Bodhi nudged her. “Spacing out?”

  She grinned up at him. “Thinking about Bay. You know that saying ‘you should never meet your heroes?’ She disapproves that theory. And then there’s you.” She kissed his mouth gently. “You were my hero the moment I met you, Bodhi Creed.”

  His eyes were soft with love. “And you were mine, Sails.” He bent his head and put his mouth next to her ear. “You know, Claudio has made up a bedroom for us in a converted workshop at the far end of his property. Very secluded, and almost soundproof. You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to you there.”

  Sailor shivered with pleasure, feeling her libido flare up with desire. She shot a glance at Tim and Solly, but they were both deep in conversation with each other. “And I,” she said in a low, sultry voice, “have brought some toys we can play with.”

  Bodhi’s eyes widened. “Naughty girl.”

  Sailor grinned. “I am what you made me, Creed.”

  It was late by the time their town car pulled up outside the farmhouse and Claudio Fonseca came to meet them. Sailor watched as first Solly hugged her brother, then he and Bodhi gave each other a bear hug. Bodhi introduced him to Sailor and Tim, who smiled shyly. Claudio was a stunningly handsome man, tanned skin, dark hazel eyes, shaggy dark hair. Not as tall as Bodhi (nor, in Sailor’s opinion, as gorgeous), he nevertheless towered over her and Tim and when he picked the sleepy Tim up, Tim cuddled him as if he’d known him forever and Sailor saw a little surprise in Bodhi’s eyes.

  lettuce, tomato on the crusty bread and slathering it in mayo. Sailor almost drooled at the sight. Bodhi’s hand was stroking her back as he chatted away with Claudio, sometimes dropping into Italian when Claudio, whose English wasn’t as good as his sister’s, looked confused.

  It was past midnight when they were finally shown their bedroom, and Sailor grinned when she saw it. It looked like somewhere from a different century, rustic to the extreme. It had been remodeled from an old outbuilding, one large room with a small kitchen and bathroom fitted, large open windows that were shuttered. A huge bed draped in white mosquito netting was at one end. A night stand, which consisted of an old metal table with flaking paint, was stuffed with books, and on top, an old-style lamp with filaments on top. Sailor sighed happily. “This is beautiful,” she said and went to study one of Claudio’s abstracts that hung in the living area. A riot of colors and shapes and Sailor found it magnetic. Claudio came to stand beside her as Bodhi lugged their suitcases into the bedroom. Claudio studied Sailor.

  “You like?”

  She nodded. “Very much. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy to see all those colors, especially the ones that should clash, next to each other.”

  Claudio nodded, pleased. “That’s what I intended. I sincerely believe that color can help with mental health or even just improve your mood.”

  Sailor smiled at him. “You’ve certainly achieved that, Claudio, and not just in this painting. This whole place is…a reminder. Of simplicity, of beauty. I can’t imagine anyone being unhappy here.”

  Claudio touched her arm. “Thank you, that means a lot. Now,” he looked up as Bodhi joined them, “I’ll leave you two alone. You need anything, just call or help yourself. See you in the morning.”

  When they were alone, Bodhi kissed Sailor tenderly. “You tired, baby?”

  She nodded but looked up into his eyes with her own soft look and full of desire. “I am…but I might need a nightcap before I’m able to fully relax, you know?”

  Bodhi got her meaning immediately and grinned. “Well,” he said, lifting her into his arms and carryi
ng he to the bed, “Let’s see what sort of nightcap I can offer you.”

  He stripped her and, not wanting to wait, he tugged her legs around his waist and pushed inside her. They made love slowly, not wanting to break the spell of this warm summer night and afterward, fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Bay shook Tom’s shoulder gently. “Tom? Babe?”

  Tom blinked his eyes open to see her standing by the bed, and she grinned at him, pointing at her belly. “We have lift off.”

  They called Kym and Roman to come look after the girls, while Tom took his wife to the hospital. As they chatted easily in the car, neither noticed the beat-up Camaro following them.

  Tom had insisted that she have a birthing suite at the best private hospital and Bay didn’t argue. Just like she told Sailor, when it came to their children, she wanted the best. The nurses and midwives greeted them like old friends, after Esme and Milly had been born, Tom had given the maternity wards a huge donation, so relieved that the birth had gone smoothly. They had been worried that since Bay’s shooting, she might not be able to carry to full-term, but now, as they waited for the birth of their son, Bay had proved again that she was invincible.

  As the nurses performed tests and doctor examined her, Tom stroked her hair from her face. The contractions were painful, but Bay had learned to breathe through them. She gripped his big hand tightly when one hit her.

  “Oww, oww, oww,” she grinned as her muscles cramped and her pelvis shifted. “Remind me again why we decided to have another?”

  Tom kissed her forehead. “Because we’re masochists.”

  “Oh, right, yeah, that’s it…oh good, that one’s over.” Bay breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back against the pillows. She seemed totally at ease with the amount of people examining her naked groin. The doctor looked up.

  “Well, you’re about halfway dilated,” he said, “So, hang on in there. Want an epidural?”

  Bay shook her head. “Like he said, we’re masochists.”

  It was hours, and in the morning, Tom went to call Kym and updated her and talk to the girls on the phone. Bay settled on the bed, trying to get comfortable. She closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t sleep because the contractions were getting closer, and trying to relax the rest of her body. Deep breathing helped immeasurably, and as she was focusing on it, she didn’t hear or see the person, dressed in hospital scrubs with a face mask, who had slipped into her room.