Saviour

by Andie M. Long

  He breaks off for a moment. Eyes dark with lust he croaks ‘Sienna.’

  Sienna moves to the other side of me. Jack dribbles wine on both my breasts. Together they both capture a nipple in their mouths and clear the wine from me with their tongues. The sensation of both being sucked on at once has me shrieking with want.

  ‘Oh my God, please. What are you doing to me?’

  Jack lifts his head up and smiles, ‘We’re pleasuring you dear Eden. Lay back and relax.’ He seeks my nipple again.

  My eyes want to close to take in the sensations but it’s such a turn on watching a man and a woman both sucking my tits. Sienna makes little moans as she does so, her own eyes closed. Between my legs pulses as if I’m approaching an orgasm, but no-one’s touched anywhere near there yet.

  As if reading my mind, Jack lets my breast fall from his mouth. Sienna does the same and they kiss passionately in front of me. Then Sienna sits back on her heels as Jack moves lower down. He removes my shoes and rolls down each stocking until I’m left totally naked except for my thong. He runs a finger up my crease.

  ‘Her panties are soaked. Are you enjoying this Eden?’

  I moan as he traces my crease, his finger gliding over the outside of my pants again. Each time the nub of my clit increases in sensitivity. Soon I won’t be able to take much more. Jack slowly removes my thong. I raise my hips to help him.

  He widens my legs apart. ‘Such a hot pussy. Time for you to come now Eden.’

  He places a digit at my entrance and pushes inside me. I lift my hips again trying to get closer to the edge. He adds another. I’m boiling with lust.

  Sienna moves behind Jack and reaching round she unfastens his trousers. They drop to the floor and he steps out of them. She lowers his boxers down his legs. His thickened cock stands proudly and pre-cum glistens at the tip. She wraps her fingers around his length, holding him firmly and pumps.

  Jack leans over, placing his tongue over the nub of my clit. He flicks his tongue over me while he adds another finger to my pussy. He pushes the digits in and out of me, mimicking a cock. His tongue swirls over my clit and he feasts on my pussy.

  It’s too much. ‘Oh my god, oh my god. I’m going to come. Oooooohhh.’

  I shatter around his fingers. It’s so intense I have to push his head away from my clit afterwards as aftershocks cause tremors there.

  I gaze at him but his own face is twisted in pent up lust as Sienna continues to hand fuck him. I see him start to jerk and she controls his cock as he spurts over my stomach. Sienna’s other hand is furiously working down her own pants. A minute later she shakes as her own orgasm takes over.

  We all lay back against the sofa. Jack picks up his boxers and tenderly wipes the cum from my belly. ‘And that concludes the interview.’ he says.

  It breaks any would-be awkwardness as we all laugh.

  ‘More wine anyone?’ asks Sienna.

  That evening they tell me the job is mine if I want it, but they refuse to let me make a decision that night, instead instructing me that they don’t want to hear from me before forty-eight hours has passed. If I agree I can move in on Monday morning.

  Thursday evening finds me in the apartment alone. Kara has a job as an agency Support Worker and is working a series of night shifts. She left thirty minutes ago. I consider the piles of boxes. I know what my decision is, but it’s a scary move into an unknown world and I keep asking myself if I’m doing the right thing. The doorbell interrupts my ruminations.

  Who the hell can that be?

  I open the door to find Rick on the doorstep. He stands there, his fringe obscuring his view as the wind blows it around his face.

  ‘Can I come in? It’s cold out here.’

  ‘Sure,’ I shrug. ‘Though I don’t know why you’ve bothered coming here in the first place.’

  He walks into my lounge. Rick’s been here many times during our on-again, off-again relationship. I watch as he makes himself at home, getting a beer from the fridge and then sitting at the dining table.

  He takes a deep breath. ‘I don’t want you to leave your job and I want you back.’

  ‘Rick.’ I run my hand through my hair, gripping a chunk so hard it hurts. ‘We’ve been here so many times. It’s not going to work for us.’

  He comes over to me and drops to the floor holding on to my knee. ‘I need you Eden. I miss you and this.’ He slides his hand up my leg. This is where he always gets me. He’s an accomplished lover, no doubt due to all the practice he’s had cheating on me. I let his hand continue its wandering until his finger slips under the tight cotton of my pants. Once I’m wet, Rick stands up and guiding me, presses me against the dining room wall. Immediately I’m transported back to Find and thoughts of another man. He removes my pants and with a condom withdrawn from pocket and in place, he pushes himself into me. I stare at Rick and for once I feel absolutely nothing. Any feelings I ever had for him are over. However I badly want to come. So I close my eyes and instead I imagine that it’s Xavier who is thrusting inside me. I imagine his husky voice directing me. Eden put your leg around me. I do it and I grab hold of Rick’s butt cheeks imagining they’re Xavier’s hard ass. I surrender myself to my imagination and the rough fucking from Rick until my pussy clenches and I milk Rick’s cock for all it's got.

  ‘Fucking hell Eden, that was something else.’ Rick withdraws and rests against me. His head heavy on my shoulder.

  ‘I need you to leave now.’ I tell him, my voice devoid of emotion.

  Rick’s mouth slackens with shock. ‘What? Don’t be stupid. Were you here just now? This fuck was god damn amazing. You exploded like a fucking volcano.’

  ‘I was imagining another man.’

  He laughs until he sees the truth in my face. His tightens in fury. ‘You were what? Have you met someone else?’

  ‘Yes. No. Well, kind of. But I know I don’t love you any more Rick. I’m sorry.’

  I wait for the onslaught of insults to come, expecting to be called a slut or a whore but instead Rick drops back onto the dining room chair. His chin lowers to his chest and he sobs. All the fight in him has left. ‘I fucked up. I know. Please don’t do this Eden.’

  I place a hand on his shoulder, regretting it as he holds onto it.

  ‘It’s done. You fucked it up. You fucked several people as I recall. I don’t have the energy for it any more, or the want. I really am sorry Rick.’

  He reaches and touches my cheek. ‘You mean it this time don’t you?’

  I nod. ‘Yes.’

  ‘I need to use the bathroom,’ he points to the condom still attached to his cock.

  I can’t believe I just let him fuck me. When I’m aroused I seem to have no control over myself. I decide there and then. I’m taking the job. Why would I not? A roof over my head, a job, lots of filthy sex and no relationship complications. Is it a job or heaven?

  As Rick leaves, he makes a move to kiss me on the mouth. I turn my cheek to him. My lips are for one couple only now.

  I watch as he walks up the road, a part of my life now ended. A new one about to begin. I pick up the phone.

  ‘Hello, Loxley Residence.’

  ‘Hello. Is that Jack?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Hi, its Eden. I’d like to accept the offer of employment.’

  I hear a deep exhale. ‘That’s fantastic news. We’ll see you Monday.’

  ‘Yeah, see you then.’

  I hang up. A stray thought of a man with an intense look in his eyes comes to mind. I block it and go to continue my packing.

  Chapter Four

  Eden

  ‘So are you sure about this?’ asks Kara as I get ready to set off for my new home.

  ‘You know me. I’m a by the seat of my pants girl. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll find something else.’

  Kara shakes her head.

  ‘Hey, you’re off for adventures unknown and sex aplenty. The only difference is you’re flying further away.’

  ‘That’s tru
e enough,’ she replies, ‘I’d better get some. I’m hot when I've got a tan.’

  We’ve been friends for ages and us leaving each other is a strange experience.

  ‘Don’t forget to text me. And we should do coffee before I leave.’

  ‘I’m only changing residence. You’re still my best mate.’

  She helps me load up the hire car and with a final hug, I’m on my way.

  Sienna meets me at the door and explains that Jack is busy with a client at Loxley Advertising Co., their agency. She fills me in about their business over a coffee. It seems to be taking off. They have a large cohort of staff and do little more than see clients and oversee work now, except for working with the odd client who requests them personally.

  ‘Sounds successful.’

  ‘It is, but office work gets so tedious. I’d rather be dreaming up concepts, which I can do because of the great team we have.’

  ‘Sounds like a great position to be in.’

  We both go quiet, minds no doubt thinking of other positions to be in.

  ‘Well. Shall I show you your room?’

  The apprehension that crosses my mind must show in my face. Sienna snorts. ‘Not like that, Eden. I’d like to show you to your own space.’

  ‘Oh. Okay. Yes, please.’

  I squint as the door to my room is opened. It’s bright and overlooks the rear garden. It’s down the corridor from the Loxley’s room, with a family bathroom and study in between. I have an en-suite. The room is painted lemon and furnished with a double bed, desk, chair, television, music player, Xbox, and a laptop. There’s an empty bookcase with a card on top. There’s even a small fridge and a corner unit with a kettle, tea, and coffee.

  ‘It’s lovely.’

  ‘We want you to be settled and happy here. Your job is primarily the House PA post. Anything else is via consent. We’ll talk more about that when you’ve settled in. Let’s spend a couple of weeks with you finding your way around the household and us getting used to living together. This room is your space. When you’re not working the rest of your time is yours, use the house as your own. If we’re watching TV, come and join us. If you’d rather be alone, spend time here.’ She nods towards the bookcase. ‘That card is our welcome card. Your first task is to fill that bookcase.’

  I wander towards it.

  ‘Right, I’ll leave you to get settled in. You can start your PA role tomorrow. Today, take the time to unpack and find your way around the house. There’s a sandwich and some salad in the fridge for lunch and I’ll order a chinese for tonight. Where you eat is up to you. Jack will be home around seven and it would be nice if we could all eat together, but again, it's up to you. Moving into a new place with virtual strangers must be quite overwhelming.’

  I turn and smile. ‘It is, a little.’

  ‘Well, I’ll see you later.’

  She closes the door and I pick up the card. It’s a hundred-pound gift card for a popular retail store. A post-it gives details of an account to order from with a one-day delivery option, and the words enjoy.

  I think Eden has found Paradise. Full of enthusiasm, I fire up the laptop.

  After ordering a mass of paperbacks, I collect lunch and bring it up to my room. Sienna wasn’t around. After lunch, I empty the hire car I loaned for the day. Transporting boxes and suitcases to my room, I spend the next few hours hanging clothes in the wardrobe and arranging my collection of books on the shelf. Perfectly, two shelves remain empty, ready for my new purchases. E-readers aren’t for me. I need the smell of paperbacks, the touch of the paper.

  I fix myself a coffee and lie on my bed for a deserved rest. The strenuous activities have taken their toll and my eyes close. Sleep overtakes me before I’ve even tasted a drop.

  I wake, disorientated. For a minute, I lay there, trying to work out where I am. Then I remember it's my new home. I stretch and stare at the ceiling while I come around. It's just after five, so I decide a quick shower is needed, and then I’ll head down to see if anyone’s home.

  ‘Hey, Eden,’ says Sienna. She’s sitting on a high stool against the kitchen island, punching at keys on her laptop. ‘There’s juice in the fridge and coffee in the machine over there.’

  ‘Thanks.’ I head for the juice, lift it from the fridge and then look back at Sienna.

  ‘Glasses in that cupboard there.’

  I thank her again. ‘I guess after this I’d better have a good look around.’

  ‘Yeah. Get your drink and I’ll show you around the rest of the house.’

  We spend the next hour or so on a full tour of the house. She shows me where the shopping list is written. We agree I will write a menu each week, okay it with her and Jack, then shop. There’s a planner on the wall that she tells me is the main place they’ll post any change of arrangements, so I can alter the menu or times to serve dinner accordingly.

  ‘I guess as it’s new to us all, we’ll see how it goes,’ says Sienna.

  ‘Sounds good to me.’

  She shows me an address book that holds the numbers for gardeners, etc. I peer out over the garden. It’s a decent size but not unsurmountable and laid mainly to lawn.

  ‘Do you have a lawnmower, or could you get me one?’

  ‘Just phone a gardener.’

  ‘I wouldn’t mind taking care of the garden myself. It’d give me a breath of fresh air.’

  ‘Well, if you’re sure?’

  I nod my head.

  ‘I’ll order one this evening.’

  Other than my room and their own bedroom, there are two guest bedrooms and two home offices. Jack’s office is downstairs, Sienna’s up.

  ‘I rarely use this room, to be honest. I prefer the kitchen. It catches the sunshine. I don’t think Jack likes the room looking empty.’

  I think of children. They’ve been together for a while. I wonder why they don’t have any. It’s obviously written all over my face.

  ‘We don’t want children. We don’t think they’d fit into our lifestyle. It wouldn’t be fair.’

  I nod and quickly change the subject, ‘You have a beautiful home.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  ‘It’ll be even nicer when I get the builders and decorators organised.’

  She laughs. ‘Yes, it will be nice to see some of the rooms cleaned up and looking less old fashioned. Feel free to get yours decorated however you like.’

  I pretend to slap my cheeks.

  Sienna looks alarmed. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘I’m checking to see if I’ve died and gone to heaven.’

  She laughs again. I like her laugh; it washes away the ice queen image she carries on her face when sombre.

  ‘Oh, Eden. Heaven hasn’t arrived yet. That will come later, I promise you.’

  Jack joins us for the chinese. We chat and I begin to relax. They are so easy-going I feel like I’ve known them ages already. We chat about menus and tasks for the week ahead. Tomorrow, I’ll start by cooking them breakfast, doing laundry and shopping. We agree it's easier if I fix lunches the evening before and leave them in the fridge so they can be taken to work or eaten at home.

  In the lounge with coffees, Jack hands me a piece of paper.

  ‘Check this over and sign it when you’re ready.’

  I regard the contract of employment in my hands.

  ‘It mentions nothing about our other arrangement. It’s a normal contract, but you’ll be signing to say that if things don’t work out, you’ll give us a month’s notice.’

  ‘That seems fair. If you give me a moment, I’ll check it over now.’ I see nothing untoward in the document, so I pick a pen up off the coffee table and sign it with a flourish.

  ‘There we go.’ I hand it back to Jack.

  ‘Right. Shall we return your hire car now? I think this calls for a celebration and I don’t think they’d appreciate it being returned by drunk drivers.’

  The first couple of weeks pass quickly and a routine emerges. I find I have a lot more spare time tha
n I initially thought, so I draw up a plan of decorating, deciding to start with the hideous hallway and stairs.

  ‘I’m thinking you don’t like our decorative moulding.’ Jack’s eyes twinkle as he grins.

  ‘It's got to go. Now, can you both cast your eyes over these boards I’ve created and tell me what kind of thing you like.’

  ‘Hey, Sienna, it’s like we have our own interior designer.’

  ‘It’s mainly thanks to Pinterest.’ I laugh.

  ‘Well, we love it.’ She leans over and whispers in my ear. ‘That moulding needs to die.’

  I laugh too. Her breath on my ear sends goosebumps up my spine. I gaze back at her and something passes between us. Jack breaks it as he asks his wife to choose one idea.

  ‘I think this white design with a black stair carpet looks sophisticated. Clean lines but with the black as a contrast. We could hang some black framed pictures in the hallway and maybe a rug to cover the laminate on the floor?’

  ‘Great. I can make a start with that tomorrow.’

  ‘Oh, while I remember. Change of plan already, I’m out first thing in the morning. I’m meeting a new personal trainer at the gym.’ adds Sienna. ‘I’ll head into the office from there so I’ll be back later.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘I’m around for breakfast. Any chance of a cooked one?’ says Jack.

  Sienna sighs. ‘Sure, hubby. I’ll go and work my butt off at the gym, while you put on half a stone at home. Where’s the equality here between men and women? It’s not fair.’

  ‘I’m in a household with two women now, so I’m not likely to win this argument, am I?’

  ‘I’m your PA. You ask for a cooked breakfast; you get a cooked breakfast.’ I appraise his body. It’ll take more than a cooked breakfast to put an ounce of fat on that honed physique.

  ‘Traitor,’ says Sienna.

  Jack gets up. ‘With that. I’m off to bed. You coming wife?’

  ‘I hope so,’ she says with a smirk.

  ‘Night, Eden.’

  ‘Night.’