“What’s that?”
“It’s the schedule for the hands that come out to take care of the horses. Someone will be by later today. They come everyday since we don’t live here full time. I’m just marking that they have been fed and how many bails of hay.”
“Tell me more,” I said.
“About the hands?”
“No, about you and this place and your upbringing. You told father you were of the Boston Sollocks. What was that all about?”
He sat down on a bail of hay. “Well my family is a prominent Boston family, have been for generations. Started a long time ago with merchant shipping and then the family business grew to real estate and then investments. Now it’s sort of its own machine. My dad, George Sollock, barely has to work. Money just keeps rolling in. It’s really weird actually. This place. This was the original ranch my great, great, great grandfather owned. He came over from Ireland and tried ranching and then found that there was more money in ships so he went in that direction, but kept the ranch after falling in love with it. We’ve been coming to the ranch ever since. Every generation taking care of it as a reminder of what our grandfather worked for. It’s also just an escape. It’s one of my favorite places. That’s why I brought you here,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I kissed him on the cheek.
“Come on let’s go get you some new clothes. New clothes, new start.”
“I’d like that.”
We went into the small town and there were only two clothing boutiques. There was one that had locally made clothes by some of the housewives in the area. It was very cute and handmade. The other was a lingerie store, but not the racy kind. It was very elegant and almost conservative. I went in to the clothing boutique first and picked a few practical winter clothing items. I laughed as Kit picked out a pair of blue jean overalls for me. Normally I would not wear such a thing but it would come in handy on the ranch. I found various pairs of jeans, boots, and sweaters to complete the makeshift wardrobe. It was enough for now until we figured out the next step. Then we went into the lingerie shop. It was a beautiful elegant lingerie shop, which was perfect because I did not have any under clothes with me. The old lady that owned the shop was very helpful but we assured her we didn’t need any help. She was glad to let us look around. She seemed to recognize Kit and I had to remember that he was in a place that his family had lived for generations. The town was small enough that I was sure everyone knew everyone.
Kit and I browsed and he helped me pick out a lot of lingerie. It was hot foreplay to be looking at pieces and imagining them on me. He would pick up a piece and lay it against my body. Then we would exchange a lustful look. He was imagining the lingerie on me and I was I imagining him taking it off of me.
We had a lovely afternoon shopping. Every time Kit paid he would pull out the platinum credit card. It was very obvious that he spent his money very easily. I felt relieved, not in a material sense, but in the back of my mind I hoped my father would one day accept him. He did in fact have lots of money, which was my father’s only requirement, or so he had said. I knew he was angry because of the way I left, but maybe after he had time to cool off he would feel different. I’m sure he would look up Kit’s family and find out their worth and eventually accept him. I hoped that he would accept us as a couple. In theory that would make sense, but I knew my father. He would let his ego run his way of thinking. At this point he wouldn’t care that Kit came from money, he would only care that he felt like a losing man. He wanted control over me and that was important to him.
We stopped for dinner at the local country diner that was a lot like a tavern from the 19th century. I loved it. We ordered ale in large mugs and laughed at the size of them. They were huge tankards. A large cheese board with various cheeses and fruits was brought over to our table. It was delicious and a perfect way to snack before our meal arrived. We ordered a roasted chicken and vegetables and shared it. It was served in a family style dish. I liked it and loved the charm of the place.
We ate heartily and I realized that I had not had a joyful dinner in months. In fact the last one I had was with Kit because since then I’ve been at the cold Connecticut compound eating dinner alone. It only made me appreciate this dinner even more. It made the food taste better and it made the evening feel more electric. I looked over at Kit and said, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For rescuing me. I’m so happy to be here with you. This was the right thing to do. You’re right. I’m not a child and legally I can do what I want.”
“Thank you for believing in me. I do want to take care of you Mary, if you will let me.”
I shook my head yes and smiled.
“Any dessert? We have a delicious Boston cream pie,” the waiter interrupted.
“Absolutely,” I said before Kit could speak up. The waiter nodded and was off to fetch the pie.
“I’m stuffed. We ate a whole chicken,” he laughed.
“I’m not. I can eat a lot, plus it’s a special occasion. It definitely calls for pie,” I laughed.
“I guess I’m just trying to get you back to the house right now so I can do things to you,” he said.
As soon as the words left his mouth, my body responded. It was amazing. His voice was like magic to me. However, I also enjoyed teasing him.
“I guess you will have to wait until I eat my pie,” I winked at him. He laughed. We had coffee and he watched me eat pie. It was a perfect day and evening.
“Come on, let’s get back to the ranch. I want to see some of that lingerie on you,” his voice was thick with lust. I could barely stand it and wanted to rip the clothes off of him.
Kit drove slowly back to the ranch. It had grown dark and it was still very snowy. We pulled down the road and into the house. We were not prepared for what was waiting for us.
Kit turned the car off and handed me the keys. “Take the keys. Whatever happens just wait here at the ranch,” he said very seriously.
“What do you mean? What’s going on?” I asked with my voice shaking in fear. Was he in trouble with the law? Thoughts that he might have stolen all the money he was pretending to have crossed my mind. He leaned over and kissed me and then got out of the car.
“Kit Sollock.” the sheriff said as he got out of his car.
“Hello sheriff, what seems to be the problem?” Kit asked.
“Well we have a report that you kidnapped a girl. A Mary Elizabeth, I assume that’s you?” he said looking over to me.
“Yes it is, but I have not been kidnapped. I’m not a child and I am here with Kit by choice. I assume my father is the one that called you,” I said feeling my heart drop to my stomach. How could he? I thought, but of course I knew he could. He was ruthless and didn’t think about anyone but himself.
“Sheriff you’ll have to excuse my father. He’s a bit crazy. Here’s my I.D. I am nineteen and I did not run away from home and I have not been kidnapped. I am merely a woman living her life. I am with this man by choice,” I said handing him my license.
He looked at it and then looked at Kit. “Son, I’ve known your family a long time and I know that you are a good man, but the law is the law and I’m required to bring you in for questioning.”
Kit sighed and looked at me and then said, “That’s fine sheriff. I have nothing to hide. However, let’s make sure she gets inside the house safely and such.”
“But there’s no reason to question him! This is ridiculous!” I cried.
“Mary, it’s fine. Just get inside and lock the doors and windows and I’ll be back soon. Okay? It’s going to be alright, everything will be alright.”
I was so pissed off. This was absurd. I took the bags inside and did as Kit asked as I watched him get into the back seat of the sheriff’s police car. Now, for the second time in only a matter of month’s he was being taken to jail at the order of my father. Would he ever give up? I felt awful that this was my fault, again.
I sat for hours waiting for
him. I could not eat and I could not sleep. Finally around eleven at night I heard a car pulling up the drive. I peered out the window. I could not make out the car and I suddenly felt scared that it was my father coming to take me away again. If it was him I just wouldn’t open the door. As it got closer my fears were justified. It was a long black town car. The same type of car that Fred drove our family around in, and now it was outside. My hands started to shake and I felt sick to my stomach. In the dim light from the porch light I could not make out who was inside the dark car.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Plans
The car door opened and Kit popped out. I was so relieved. I opened the door and ran outside.
“Kit! Oh my gosh! I was so scared you wouldn’t come back!” I ran into his arms and squeezed him tightly.
“It’s alright. I’m alright.”
“Who…”
I motioned toward the car. On the other side a tall figure got out. He had the same dark hair and eyes as Kit only he was in a suit and much older. It was obviously his father.
“Mary, this is my father George Sollock,” Kit said gesturing toward his father.
“So this is Mary Elizabeth. Nice to meet you, shall we go inside?” he said as he walked into the house.
I looked at Kit with questioning eyes. He put his hand around my back in a reassuring manner. I didn’t like where this was going. His father was here and that couldn’t be very good.
“I’ll make some coffee,” I said as I went into the kitchen.
I could hear Kit and his father talking in the other room but could not hear what they were saying.
I joined them with a trey of coffee mugs, the coffee pot, and cream and sugar.
“Thank you,” George said.
“So Kit tells me you two are in love,” he continued.
I was caught off guard. I was not expecting him to mention love. I thought we would get a scolding like my father.
“Yes, it is true. I love your son very much, but so much has been against us.”
“So I hear. I just had to get our lawyer over to the sheriff’s station where I picked up Kit.”
“I’m so sorry. I had nothing to do with that. It’s my father. He’s relentless,” I said.
“I know. Well, I’m sure we can figure this thing out. I don’t want to have to keep getting my son out of jail and I don’t want you two to have to be apart. So let’s see what we can arrange,” he said grabbing a coffee cup and filling it up.
I was very amused. This was so unlike my father. He was great and I was not expecting this type of support. I felt a wave of relief come over me to know that someone had our backs. I felt happier like a weight had lifted off our shoulders. Kit looked at me and winked. No wonder he was such an amazing man, his father was too.
We spent the next hour talking about everything that had happened up to that point. Then George came up with a plan. It was a very simple plan that we all agreed with. We would go to Paris next week. Months earlier than expected, but I did not have my passport with me, or any of my possessions for that matter. George was going to have my passport replaced and expedited service so it should not be a problem. It seemed to be the best option. Then George would have his lawyers contact my father’s lawyers to cease his harassment of him. That made me feel very sad, but it seemed necessary. He would not stop.
We all got some sleep and the next morning I made breakfast for Kit and his father. I thanked him over and over for his help. Kit seemed happy and he admired his father, that was obvious. After breakfast George went back to Boston and Kit and I were finally alone again.
“Your father is rad,” I said to him.
“Yes, but enough about him. I’m glad to be alone with you again. Now where were we before all this happened?” he scooped me up in his arms.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Oh yeah, you were going to try on all that lingerie,” he said flirtatiously.
He carried me to the bedroom. I grabbed the bag of lingerie and took it into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and pulled out a light pink piece of lingerie. I was made of silky lace and covered very little. It fit like a leotard and looked very sexy. The tips of my nipples were exposed through the lace.
“Are you ready?” I called out.
“Absolutely love,” he said.
I walked out slowly and seductively. I heard a gasp escape Kit’s mouth. I was happy to hear it had that effect on him.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said walking back and forth in front of him.
“I don’t think you are going to be able to try on the other stuff. I can’t hold out that long. Come here,” he said putting his hand out to me as he sat on the edge of the bed.
I walked to him and stepped between his legs. I pushed my fingers through his dark curls and kissed him. His hands ran down the silky lingerie on my back and to my ass. He cupped it and squeezed. Then he pulled away from my mouth and pushed me back one step.
“I want to look at you,” he said.
He put his palm flat on belly and ran it slowly over my stomach up to my chest. He caressed slowly letting his eyes take in the sight of me. I felt very sexy and desirable as he did so. He made me feel like a siren.
“I love looking at you. You’re so fucking hot. You drive me insane,” he whispered.
He kissed my lace-covered stomach and then moved his hand down further and further. I gasped as he moved his fingers slowly over my pussy. I wanted to yell out. I longed for his touch always. He moved his fingers along the fabric and then pushed it to the side. The tip of his finger moved over my clitoris and moved in small circles. I placed my hands on his shoulders so that I wouldn’t lose my balance in the ecstasy I was feeling. Then he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out licking all along the part of my pussy that exposed.
“Oh, Kit. Yes, that feels good. Please don’t stop,” I breathlessly said.
He licked and pressed his tongue harder against me with more pressure. I looked down and watched him. I liked watching him.
“Pick up your leg,” he said as he guided my foot onto the bed beside him. This gave him a better advantage point. I spread my thighs apart as much as I could. He moved the fabric again to the side exposing my pussy and began to kiss and lick me. I was close. Just being near him I was close. Then in seconds I started yelling,
“I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming.”
The sensations shot up through my body and I felt the release and explosions deep within me. Kit stopped licking me and said, “Get on the bed.”
I moved away from his mouth and laid on my back on the bed. I watched him as he undressed. He pulled off his sweater and the tight grey t-shirt under it. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Then his boxers came off. Now he stood before me completely naked. I took in the sight of him. His dark curls and his dark scruff of stubble along his face was very manly. His strong chest and well-defined arms made him look strong and hard. His six pack abs and thick muscled thighs made him look like a Greek statue. His cock was hard and stood straight up. It was slightly pink with smooth skin and dark soft curls surrounding it. My mouth opened involuntarily as I took in the visual. He was all I ever wanted. I could look at this for the rest of my life. That’s when I knew; I did want him for the rest of my life.
He walked over and climbed on the bed between my legs.
“Should I take it off?” I asked referring to the lingerie.
“No, leave it on. I like it,” he smiled.
He hovered over me and kissed me. Then he reached down and pushed the lace fabric over again and guided the tip of his cock inside me. I spread my legs open letting him in. He locked eyes with me. I was full of desire and lust for this man. His full lips were so desirable and his mouth was open as he enjoyed the feeling of being inside me. I reached hand up to his face and ran it over the rough stubble on his cheek. I loved feeling it. He pushed deeper ins
ide of me and I yelled out as his cock filled me. He stopped moving and just relished in being inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and ran my fingers in his hair and held onto his curls.
“I love you Mary,” he whispered.
“I love you too Kit. I don’t want to be apart ever again,” I whispered.
He smiled and began to move in and out of me. His hard cock slid easily inside my dripping wet pussy. I thought I would cum again in no time because it felt so good. Kit moved faster and faster and pounded against me.
“I don’t think I can hold off any longer,” he said breathlessly.
“It’s okay, I want you to cum,” I said.
With that Kit let go and released himself inside of me. I felt the warmth of his juices flow inside of me. I exhaled in complete happiness. This was where I wanted to be and nowhere else. Kit collapsed on top of me and I held him close.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Paris
Two weeks later we arrived at Kit’s apartment in Paris. It was everything I had hoped for. It was in a beautiful old Parisian building in the heart of Paris. The outside of the building was stone and ornately decorated. Inside was an old lift and a spiral staircase that went up to our second floor apartment. The main room was large and there was a wall of French doors with Juliette balconies in black wrought iron. There were very luxurious chandelier sconces on the walls and a big one hanging from the ceiling. The wallpaper was striped in a soft blue and off white and it looked like it had been there for centuries. The kitchen was quaint and functional but the best part was the bedroom and master bathroom. There was a large canopy bed in the middle of the bedroom covered in white netting. The view out of the French doors was the Eiffel tower and possibly the most romantic view. The master bathroom was a very large room with a deep two person soaking tub. There was a mint green settee and a large counter with a sink. It was very French in every way and was close to the university.
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