Truth or Lies

by JA Johnston

  Then I feel him. He begins to lightly bite the top of my left foot. He alternates between light bites, light sucks, and licking. He does this up the left side of my body. “MMmm….” I moan.

  It’s almost as if he’s savoring every morsel of my body. The burning sensation I felt earlier, has intensified. I finally feel him at my right foot. Slowly he begins the same ministrations on my right side. Then, he’s gone again. I exhale loudly.

  He keeps building me up, then slowly I slide down. The burning has faded to embers; they just need to be fanned a bit more.

  All of a sudden, I feel something come down across my face. Down my neck. What is this? A feather? No, it’s not soft enough. Down my neck, then breasts. I still cannot make out what this is. Slowly it stills on my stomach. I feel it being lifted off my body. Whack! A slight smack on my intimate area. “Ahhh!” I moan louder. A flogger!

  Lucas lightly flogs me. I squirm. I wrap my hands around the ties. I wait for the next whack. Nothing. Oh, dear god, I groan. This slow torture is driving my desire higher.

  I feel the bed shift from his weight. He straddles me. Both of his hands are on both of mine. Slowly, he begins his decent. His light touch works its way down my body. He lightly grazes my intimate area, down my legs, to my toes.

  He begins to kiss the inside of my leg at my ankle. Moving slowly towards my center. “Please.” I whisper.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, I want to feel your tongue.” I moan.

  “Where do you want to feel my tongue?” he whispers. “I’ve had my tongue all over your body. Where is it that you want to feel it at?”

  “On my clit!” I moan. “In me!”

  I can feel his grin on my sex. “Oh god!” His tongue glides over my clit. Back and forth, back and forth. He slides his tongue and thrusts it into my hole. “Oh, Lucas!”

  He’s back on my clit, back and forth, sucking. He keeps alternating. I don’t know how much more I can take. All of a sudden, I feel his fingers enter me. “Oh!”

  My breathing increases. Heartbeat is faster. My insides are burning. Lucas increases the pressure of his fingers and tongue. “Oh! Oh! LUCAS!” I’m groaning my release. “OH, MY GOD!” “Oh GOD!” “Lucas, Lucas!” He doesn’t let up.

  He moans. I feel the vibration through my body. That’s it, I’m gone. I see stars. I can hardly breathe. My body stiffens in my release. My hands and ankles are pulling hard on my restraints. All my thoughts are Lucas. “Ohmyfuckinggodlucas!” I mumble.

  He slowly releases himself from me. Gently and slowly his hand goes down my left leg and he unties it. He repeats this on the right. He glides up the front of my body. He slowly lifts my blindfold. I look into his eyes. If a look could set you on fire, his is. There is so much concupiscence, passion, and love in his eyes. He wants to consume me. And, I want him too!

  He leans forwards and devours my mouth. His hands go to each one of my hands. I’m untied. Freed. I can hardly move my arms. Lucas rubs my arms while he’s still devouring my mouth. His hands move down my sides towards my knees. He lifts my knees and slightly leans up.

  Looking into my eyes he enters me in one swift thrust. No barrier between us. “Ahhh...!” He increases his rhythm. His hands are gripping my shoulders from underneath. My arms are wrapped up around his neck, my hands in his hair. My legs are wrapped and locked around his torso. I’m lifting my hips and meeting his every thrust. I can feel him, skin to skin and it feels so different, yet it feels MORE! So much more.

  “Amelia!” Lucas shouts.

  “Oh god, Lucas!” I shout as we find our release together.

  Lucas is still on top of me. In me. His heart and mine are beating in unison. Our breathing, heavy. He’s nuzzled into my neck. I slowly make circles on his neck with my fingers. “I love you, Lucas” I say in a breathless whisper.

  He nuzzles into my neck, just below my ear and places a kiss, “I love you, Amelia.”

  Seventeen years, one week later

  IT’S SIX IN the morning, and I’m up getting ready. My mind is still running a thousand miles an hour. After I left Piper last night, I met up with Kelly and Theresa for drinks. I haven’t told them yet, and it was hard not to. But Piper and I decided we needed to wait for all the paperwork to be in order. I’m beyond excited. I just hope I can fill Piper’s shoes.

  “Shoot!” I look at the clock. I’ve been going over last night’s events while getting ready and I haven’t looked at the time. I need to be at the restaurant at seven-fifteen, to meet Alex. He had booked a client meeting for breakfast. I barely make it to the restaurant on time and as I’m exiting the car, Alex approaches. He’s just arrived too, I’m assuming.

  “Good morning.” He says as he extends his hand for me to take. This is part of his contract. When in public, we act as a couple that’s been together for a long while. Since he’s been a client of mine for over a year now, this part is easy, familiar. He places a kiss upon my cheek.

  These are the things that get to me the most. I hate acting like a couple. I don’t mind escorting men to events. I don’t mind fucking them. But this, I hate. I hate showing endearment when I’ve never felt it for anyone. And, even though this part of his contract has gotten easier, it still gets to me.

  I haven’t felt endearment towards anyone, but once. Even that is a distant memory that I barely remember.

  “Good morning Alex.”

  “Let’s go inside. It’s already hot and muggy out here.” He exclaims.

  Once we are seated, Alex says; “After this business meeting here, I need to go into the office. But I do need to discuss some things with you. Could you possibly meet me in my office at ten am?”

  I check my schedule, which I already knew was free this morning. “Yes, I can” I agree. “What is it that you wish to discuss?”

  Just as I asked this question, Alex stands “Benjamin Hunter, how are you this morning?” He asks in an amiable tone. I guess my question will wait. Alex turns towards me and does introductions before sitting down to discuss business.

  I’m sitting here listening to them. To be honest, I have a business degree, but I don’t know much about the computer industry. But they say a name that brings recognition, Adam Hunter. Why is that name familiar? Ah, yes, the runner I ran into yesterday.

  “We’ll schedule another meeting. Something came up and he had to bail out of breakfast this morning.” Benjamin says.

  “I hope it’s nothing serious.” Alex replies.

  “Honestly, I don’t know.” Benjamin replies shaking his head slightly.

  Breakfast concludes and we depart for Alex’s office. We enter the LARBB building. “How do you pronounce that?” I ask.

  “You don’t.” He states.

  Okay. I look at him. He’s not saying anything. “Well, what does it mean?”

  Alex exasperates; “It’s an acronym.”

  “For?”

  “This is my nephew’s business. He took over his father’s business during his last year in college.” We get into the elevator; he pushes the button for the 26th floor.

  “What does the acronym represent?” He’s being rather difficult in answering questions.

  “His name, Lucas Andrew Bishop.”

  LAB, okay; “What’s the R and extra B for?”

  He sighs, “His father, Robert Bryce Bishop.”

  “Oh, they’re partners?” I ask.

  “No.” He stares at me. “Robert passed away just before Lucas started college.” He places his hands in his pants pockets, “They were close. This was their dream when Lucas graduated. The business was planned and implemented just before Robert died.” He pauses. “Lucas held onto the plan, and it is continuing to grow.”

  Wow! I’m impressed. I look at Alex, that means, “You’re Robert’s brother?”

  “Yes.” He’s still staring. “I took it upon myself to mentor Lucas in Robert’s place.”

  “That’s very gratuitous of you.” I say politely. This exchange has surprised me. I’ve
never seen this side of Alex. Then again, I am not getting paid for that.

  He smiles and nods his head at me. Once we exit the elevator, we head towards his office. It’s time I own up to my mistake the other night.

  I sit down in the chair opposite his desk. Before he even sits I say, “The other night should not have happened. I should not have gone home with you. That was not a scheduled night with you. It was my night off.” Why did I just say that? He didn’t need to know that.

  He sits down and glares at me. He taps his left finger against his lip. “Why was it a mistake? You seem to have needed… let me think, not a release, but you wanted to be punished.” He’s still staring at me. “I think you wanted what I could offer, so you did not have to think of the encumbrance you’re under.”

  Here we go. Does he think we have this kind of a relationship? He’s a client. My client! Damn the other night. But he is right. I can’t let him know that.

  “I’m assuming that was your family yesterday morning. You looked very upset. Did it not go well?” He is still glaring at me.

  “That’s none of your concern.” I reply smartly.

  “No, it’s not. But I would like for it to be.” He finally says it.

  “Alex.” I pause. “You’re just another client to me.” Yes, I’ve had the best sex with him. My thoughts go to my past when David forced himself on me, over and over. I never thought sex could or would be satisfying. As these thoughts linger, Alex interrupts…

  “Why Amelia?” He asks. “Is it your family?”

  “No.” Why is he being like this? “Alex, some things are going to be changing with ‘Executive Services’. I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you right now.” I pause and look at him. “Things are going to be changing.”

  He looks pissed. He’s not saying anything. Finally, I say, “I’m sorry about the other night. I made it seem that I wanted more from our client relationship. I don’t Alex.” I state, “Honestly, I don’t want anybody in my life in that way.”

  “Why did you need me to use you in that way the other night?” He demands.

  I cannot show him my feelings. I’ve buried those. They very rarely surface, and that’s only been when they’ve been triggered. Grams is my trigger.

  “That’s for me to deal with.” I stare at him. “I need to get going. Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”

  “No.” He still doesn’t sound like himself. “Am I still a client at ‘Executive Services’?” he asks.

  “Yes, that hasn’t changed.” I stand and walk to the door. He doesn’t get up. This is not like him. “Goodbye Alex.”

  “Goodbye Amelia”. I make my way down the hall and step into the elevator. I know I’ve hurt him, his ego. He’s been a client for two years now. I just can’t give him something that I don’t want. My god, the sex is incredible.

  I begin to remember the night before I woke up in Alex’s condo. It was just last week, the day I graduated college. My father and grandparents did not attend. But, my mother’s mother did, Grams. I haven’t seen her in a long while. She and I use to be close until my father had me sent off to boarding school. Then my relationship with her became strained.

  After having dinner with her that night, I stayed behind at the bar, drinking. I wanted to lose myself and not feel the way I was feeling after having spent time with her. Guilt!

  Then, Alex showed up…

  My third extra dirty martini has just been placed on the bar in front of me when I feel someone sit beside me. I look over and see that it’s Alex. Of all nights that I wanted to be alone, I run into someone who knows me. Or at least they think they know me.

  “What are you doing in a bar on a Thursday night?” I ask him.

  “The question should be addressed to you.” He stares at me.

  “I’m celebrating! I graduated today.” I gleam a smile at him.

  “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with family, friends?”

  “I had dinner with my Grams. She’s the only one to show up. My father and my grandparents couldn’t make the effort.” I snort. Damn, I’ve had a lot to drink.

  “How much have you had to drink?” he points to my drink.

  “Not enough!” I take a big gulp.

  “She’s had three.” The bartender tells Alex. “Are you her ride? She said she wasn’t driving.”

  Alex is staring at me; “Yes”.

  “Let’s go, Amelia.” Alex takes my hand and leads me from the bar to his car. Damn it’s a nice car.

  “What type of car is this?” I ask in a drunken tone.

  “A two thousand fourteen Dodge Viper SRT.” He replies as he opens the car door for me. I lay my head against the window once I fasten the seatbelt, Alex asks me something, but he sounded far away. I close my eyes.

  When I open them again, we’re at his apartment? How did I get here? He’s carrying me. “Alex. Where are, you taking me?”

  “Where do you want me to take you, Amelia?”

  I look around and I answer, surprising myself “To your room.”

  Alex puts me down once we enter. “Are you sure?” He asks staring into my eyes.

  “Yes.” I say breathlessly. “I need to be punished. I’ve been a bad little girl for a very long time. And she doesn’t know.”

  “What?” His brows furrow in question.

  “Please help me to forget. Please, Alex.”

  Alex places a blindfold over my eyes. “As much as I love undressing you, tonight you will undress yourself.” He runs his fingers down my arm. “Do as your told and take your dress off Amelia.” I do as I’m told. Having consumed so many drinks and having my sight taken from me by this blindfold, I am still able to do as he commands. “Now your shoes and underwear.” I didn’t have a bra on, so it’s made undressing easier.

  Alex leads me to another part of the room. He puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes slightly for me to go down on my knees. He leans me forward with a gentle push on my back. I’m at the bench, I know once my skin touches the leather. I feel my left hand brought across and down as far as it will go, then I feel the clasp of the cuff. He repeats this for my right hand.

  Next, I hear his buckle. I hear the leather of his belt pull through the loops of his pants. I hear the snap it makes as he folds the belt in half with his hands. I feel the belt slide across the spine of my back, down, down. Over my buttocks. I hear the swoosh of the belt in the air before the ‘smack’ across my skin bites the back of my upper thighs.

  “One.” I whisper. I shouldn’t have walked into daddy’s office that day.

  ‘smack’, this one lands a bit higher

  “Two.” I should have run away when daddy saw me standing there.

  ‘smack’

  “Three.” I shouldn’t have listened to the lies that daddy was saying.

  ‘smack’, straight across my bottom

  “Four.” I shouldn’t have talked to the police officers.

  ‘smack’

  “Five.” I was five years old the day daddy killed mommy. The day I lied.

  Tears are streaming down my face…I’m sorry mommy.

  Alex uncuffs me, tends to the marks he’s left. Carries me to his bed, places me in the middle. This time, he doesn’t restrain me, I let him have me.

  This is all a lie too!

  I hadn’t realized that I walked down the hall to the elevator. I’ve been so wrapped up in thoughts of the other night, that when I entered the elevator I walked right into him.

  His arms wrapped around my waist as I looked up into his blue eyes. Oh my! I place my hands on his chest to push away from him, but he holds me firmly. “Amelia?” he looks at me questioning.

  “Yes.” I lean my head back some, but I don’t know him, yet he does seem familiar. “Do I know you?”

  “Public Speaking with Dr. Menzel. You always sat in the second row, third seat in.” He states with a smile and his hand squeezes my side.

  Now I’m really looking at him. Yes, I think I remember him, but
I cannot place his name. “Yes, but you’ll have to forgive me, I can’t place your name.” I bite my lower lip. His eyes are very captivating, his arms feel strong and sure around me.

  His eyes light up and the grin on his face gets a little wider, “That’s ok, not sure we ever introduced ourselves then.” He releases me from his embrace, I already miss his arms, “I’m Lucas Bishop.” He says as he extends his hand.

  Lucas Bishop, Alex’s nephew. Yes, I see some similarity between them. I smile at him, “Amelia Bennett, but then, you already knew that.” I say placing my hand in his.

  “Yes, obviously, I remember you.” He shrugs his shoulders while smiling at me. His hands go casually into his dress pant pockets, “What are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “I had a meeting, and now I’m leaving.” I’m not sure if I should say with who. I’m not sure how much Lucas knows about me.

  “I hope it went well.” He looks at me with concerned eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

  “It did, but I really must be going. It was nice to see you…again.” I smile at him. I need to leave. I’m standing in the elevator and he’s blocking the doors from closing, his embrace felt so comfortable that I want to be back in his arms. I want to place my head against his chest and breathe in his scent. What is wrong with me? Leave Amelia, leave!

  He looks concerned but takes a step back out of the elevator. “It was nice to see you too.”

  The doors close. What the hell is with me lately? First the runner. Adam, and now Lucas.

  Seventeen years, one month

  WE’VE BEEN MARRIED for one month. I’m still on cloud nine. Once we left the island and returned home, we’ve been going nonstop. Lucas had another surprise for me when we returned. We moved into a house, not his apartment.

  I am planning a special dinner tonight for the both of us. We’ve been so busy since we got back. Moving, unpacking, and I started working at LARBB with Lucas. You would think we were sick of one another, but it’s been the opposite. We seem to not be able to get enough.