“Umm…..I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“Because I hate him.”
“Why do you hate him, Jason?”
“Because he’s the reason dad is not living with us anymore.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes.”
“You know, I would have moved out even if I haven’t met Alexander.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Sweetie, I love you, and I love looking after you, but I also want to have a life on my own. And your father was not letting me.”
“Why wasn’t he letting you?”
“I don’t know. But what I do know is that if you love someone, and respect them, you’ll be able to talk to them and tell them the truth, no matter how much it hurts. That’s being honest.”
“But, I think dad…”
“Jason, your dad loves you, no matter what. But trust and honesty is the foundation of any relationship. We don’t have that anymore.”
He nods and plays with the lid of the marker pen.
“I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s okay, no need to say anything else.”
“Michael,” I turn to him, “This is a question for you. Who would have been most helpful to you during the storm?”
“Nobody.” Hearing us talk, Michael has somehow closed off.
“Nobody?” Jason and I look at each other.
“Sorry, Jase, this isn’t real, yeah?” he’s excusing his behavior. That’s a first.
“Yes, no judgement. And this is just a story, boys,” I rush to confirm.
“Well, the truth is, I’d rather be alone. I’ll find a way to survive.”
“Michael, you have to say someone. The question was who would have been most helpful.”
“In that case, Jason.” Jason smiles relieved.
“Why is that?”
“Because together we’ll manage to save the boat. Because you two would be fighting.”
“I see.” I can’t argue there. “Very well, then. Now, let me ask the both of you: Can you name three feelings you might have had during the worst part of the storm?”
While Jason is thinking, Michael spouts out as if from a canon.
“Angry, alone, and cold.”
“Angry. I can understand. Alone, also. But, cold?”
“Well, when you’re wet you’re cold, and then you’re shaking and then there’s nobody to keep you warm and take care of you.”
“Did you maybe, think, lonely?”
“Yeah.” He fidgets uncomfortably. “Lonely,” he whispers.”
Michael is feeling lonely and he’s too strong to admit that. It kills me inside.
“Petrified, but hopeful and strong,” Jason concludes convincingly.
Wow. There’s so much of Jason that surprises me, every day.
“Okay, two more questions and my game is done,” I say.
“Yeah, not really a fun game, aunt Lia,” Michael states.
“If you believe that a rescue would take place, how do you think it would happen?”
“Well, that’s easy. The police could come and save us,” Michael says, his voice picking up an excited streak. “Or, Jase, maybe the armed forces, a helicopter would lift us up from the storm.” They start talking and making things up.
“Ha ha! How about a GI Joe and booom! Everyone will explode but we’d be hanging on the ladder of the helicopter.”
“Okay, okay. Enough. I’ve heard it all.” I smile. “My last question – if you’re still on the boat, and you had to ask for help, in what ways could you ask for help?”
“I’d ask you, aunt Lia. I’d ask you to help me.” Jason looks at me with those innocent eyes.
“Thank you, Jason. And I will help you.” I stroke his shoulder in support.
“I don’t think I’ll ask for anyone’s help.”
“Michael, you’re not answering my question.”
“Well, okay. I probably would shout if I needed help, but not look at anyone.”
“So who do you think would come forward to help you?”
He just shrugs his shoulders, but with the corner of my eye I see his chin wobbling. After a moment of silence, he whispers. “My mom would, if she was still alive.” And, out of the blue, he starts crying.
“Why, aunt Lia? Why can’t it be like it was? I hate that mom is not with us. I miss her so much!”
“I know, sweetie. I know.” I hold him tight in my arms; I sometimes forget how old they are. “I miss her, too.” I sigh.
“And now, dad is gone. How can I grow up without him? I just can’t. I...”
“Michael, sweetie, listen to me. In life, responsibility is taken. Not given. And your father took it without question with you two. He never failed you, not even once. Everything he did with you and for you, was 100% out of love. Not because he was your father, but because he cared so much for you. I doubt that will ever change. You’ll grow up and you’ll have him in your lives forever.” I look at Jason. “Jason, do you want to say something?”
“No. I’m sad too. I miss mom terribly. But I have you. And Michael. And dad.” He embraces me. “I love you, aunt Lia.”
“I love you too, sweetie.” I hug them both; this is exactly what I wanted to do with them. To talk. And to cry.
Later that evening, after we cried together for a while, and talked some more, I tucked them in their beds and stayed with them until they fell asleep.
~
The sound of the front door opening wakes me up and I tune in; it’s Mrs. Saunders. I recognize her walk. She presumes we’re all sleeping since the lights are all out and, without a word she goes straight to her bedroom.
I have to see her. Today was all about talking and if she wants to share, I want to let her know that I’m here for her.
“Mrs. Saunders, are you awake?”
“Yes, I am. Come in. Sorry if I woke you up, Amelia, I didn’t mean to be so loud.”
“Don’t worry, I was up.” I open the door and go inside her bedroom, smiling.
“I’m really tired.” She knows why I’m in there, “But if you want to know how my night was, or, day, I’ll let you know that it was… magical.”
“That’s the only thing I wanted to know.” I give her a warm embrace and then hold her at arm’s length. “I’m so happy for you!”
“So am I, Amelia.” She’s beaming.
“Are you seeing him soon?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m glad things worked out. I’m going now, I’ll let you rest.”
I have to go or else I’ll be here all night asking for details. I hurry out and close the door behind me, still grinning.
What a day. I wish I had Alexander next to me now, it would be so right. I lie in my bed and before turning off the lights I check my cell in hopes that I have something from him. I know he’s spending his evening with his son but a girl can hope, I guess. It’s ten o’clock now, and I see a message from him, sent an hour ago.
“I’m still hard.”
CHAPTER 5
“Show me.”
He may not see my text until the morning but at least it’ll make him chuckle when he does. I cover myself with a blanket and turn around. Only a few minutes pass before his reply comes back.
“Now I may have to.”
Happy that he’s still awake, I text back with a big grin on my face.
“As I said, show me.”
I beam victoriously and wait for his reply. As expected, a ping follows a few moments later.
“In that case I suggest you dress up and wait for me outside your house. I’ll show you a pleasure-seeking night full of gluttony and lust. And that’s only the ride in Her Majesty.”
Oh god! Now? I sit up in my bed and contemplate how serious he may be. And, would Mrs. Saunders be okay looking after Jason and Michael tonight? I’ll let her make the decision for me. I quickly run to Mrs. Saunders’s room and knock on the door.
“Mrs. Saunders, are you sti
ll awake?” I whisper and peak through the door.
“Yes, Amelia, what is it?”
“Would you mind if I go out?”
“Not at all. Go and have fun, dear. I’m here, still awake, as you may have guessed.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Saunders, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d do just fine, Amelia,” she smiles kindly. “Just fine.”
I text Alexander “You’re on.” and quickly take off my slip, heading for the shower. If I manage to shower and dress in the fifteen minutes I have, it’ll be my personal best.
~
“Where are we heading?” I ask while observing him drive Her Majesty. He’s quiet, cool almost, watching the road and occasionally glancing at my bare thighs. I knew my dress would ride up as soon as I sat in the car.
“Soho. Deep underground,” he replies as he moves about in his seat, hoping to alleviate his bulge. His jeans are too tight in the crotch area. I know he came with a hard on and obviously, he still has it.
“Is that the name of a club?”
“No. It’s just a place that’s deep underground.”
Knowing him, there has to be a catch. History has shown that the clubs he visits are not… um, normal.
“Anything else you want to tell me about it?”
“Imagine it as something like Bishop’s Avenue, but not as organized as that.”
“What do you mean not as organized as that?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
“How do you know about these places, Alexander? Have you been there before?”
“Amelia, it’s a place where we can play. Okay? I need to play.”
“Okay, fine.” I won’t be asking any more questions, I guess.
I don’t say much for the rest of the trip. Looking at the road where Alexander parks his car, nothing looks familiar.
He takes my hand, helping me out of Her Majesty, twirling me around once so he can properly see me in my dress.
“Delicious,” he says more to himself than to me. He looks sinister, like a vampire in a scary film; I feel like I’m going to be devoured wherever he is taking me.
Our eyes remain on each other as he guides me down the road, amongst the bars and clubs. Apparently, Soho is the place to be in London on Friday night. So many people around.
I don’t even know how we got in front of the large green door but we had to go down a few steps to get to it.
Alexander rings the bell and a small hatch slides open. He passes a lump of brand new fifty pound notes and the door opens by itself. Well, it looks that way.
There isn’t anyone on the other side to greet us, but Alexander seems to know where he’s going.
The corridor leads us to a dark room that’s connected to the next one; it looks like in order to get anywhere you need to go through all of them. Each room has a sinister, Goth feel about it; there are people gathered in the corners, engrossed in things I cannot discern from where I’m standing. As we pass through to the fourth room I decide to take a look. It’s feels like I’m bypassing the party as I walk by. In the darkness I can just about see people standing in a circle, ogling at something inside it. I stop, and look at Alexander, who now has a devious smirk on his face. Oh, he knows what’s going on over there.
Holding his hand, I manage to push us both through to the front and, between the bare bodies around us, some dripping in sweat and some clean and smelling good. I’m stunned at the sight. There’s a wooden table in the middle of the room and a naked girl bent on it. She has leather cuffs on her wrists, and her hands are tied together behind her back. A woman dressed in high heels, black panties, and a bra is standing next to her, and there’s another person in the scene, a young man with an immaculate body, naked, wearing nothing but his hard sprung cock on him.
“He’s playing the role of a ghost,” Alexander whispers in my ear, explaining. “He is here to add pleasure, but not to interfere.”
Huh. I never thought in a million years I would actually see this in real life.
“Come on,” he kisses me and takes my hand. “I think it’s time you and I played.”
I nod as he leads me through a few more rooms and into an empty one. I can’t see much inside since it’s dark but until my eyes adjust, I stand still where he left me while he closes the door.
In the silence, his scent reaches me first, intoxicating me, and then he brushes his lips against my ear. “Why don’t we get rid of your dress, Amelia…hmm?” he suggests as he takes hold of the hem of my dress, stroking me on the way up and pulling it over my head, taking it off. I turn to him and, having adjusted to the darkness in the few moments I had, I see his dark stare, he is looking at me like a predator through the few strands of hair fallen on his face.
Standing in front of him in heels and lace panties, I’m losing myself in the inferno I’m producing.
“Take off your panties.” his voice is steering me straight to paradise.
He observes me carefully while I’m doing what I’m told and once they’re off he takes my hand and leads me to the desk in this room. I didn’t even see it here. Stark naked, bar my heels, he stands behind me and brushes his lips over my neck, driving me insane.
“I missed you at work,” he whispers. “Shall we pretend we’re there now?”
The throbbing between my legs is not stopping, my juices surge at his command. My clit is definitely my king and it demands his fingers, rubbing me in slow circular motion, needing the release from the afternoon.
“Sit.”
I obey. That’s all I want to do right now. I sit upon the desk and regard him, our eyes in line now. I’m caught in his charge, falling deep into the abyss that is him, and all I see is his eyebrow arching at me. And it dawns on me, I know what he’s after. Fallen into his world, I open my legs and lose it. As if I’m programmed, a deep ache develops inside my loins and my chest begin to rise noticeably. I’m getting high by myself; he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Breathe, Amelia.”
I do… I do breathe but you are taking my breath away.
My throbbing intensifies; I’m getting disoriented. Suddenly aware of my hardened nipples, I need someone to touch me.
I don’t know how but in the daze I’m in I manage to see the flogger he pulls out from the drawer of this desk and suddenly I feel it thrash over my perky breasts, surprising me with the pain, stinging my nipples. And then, quickly he reaches out, pinching them between his fingers, rubbing them, and then ending with a hard tug. I close my eyes and moan. I don’t care who’s around me, or who can hear me. I’m free. Another stinging thrash comes with more pain disintegrating into me, and again, his hand tugging my nipples, insatiably rubbing them, pulling them, and squeezing where it hurts most, giving me release. I moan louder. There’s another thrash over my nipples, and as I moan in pleasure, I realize the tugging is missing. I want him to tug my fucking nipples. Where? Not wanting to open my eyes yet, I’m trying to focus on the feeling I had just a second ago, when he unexpectedly slaps my pebbled nipples, first one then the other one, and again. Fuck! I almost come, my loud moans turning into a whine.
The flogger stings my breasts one last time and that’s it. I don’t get anything else but the eerie sensation of my nipples pulsating. I look down and see crimson streaks appear on my body, some going across my shoulders. I’m soaked in anticipation, my juices overflowing onto the desk. The ache between my legs is transforming into an infinite burning sensation, pulling on my nerve synapses from my nipples and my core, making it rain down below constantly.
Sliding his hand between my legs I open my thighs more and, as if he knows, he slips his index and middle finger inside of me, to his knuckles.
“If I didn’t know you any better, Amelia, I would have thought you would scream for your fuck just... about... now.”
He jerks his fingers deeper inside as he says those last three words in a staccato. Then taking them out, he inspects his drenched hand. My heart pumps blood like
I’ve been running and it’s the adrenaline again, that addictive substance my body oozes each time Alexander takes on a dominant, claiming role.
Please, fuck me! I’m screaming inside.
Pulling my legs apart, his hands are firmly placed on the insides of my thighs, and I lie down on the desk, cringing at the coldness when my bare back touches the surface but my throbbing sensation circumvents any other feeling. He’s holding my legs open and instead of taking his cock out of his jeans I see him going down on me. Do it! Do it! I wait but all he does is gently blow, heightening my anticipation.
Just as I lift my head to see what the fuck he’s doing, he lunges in, slurping all he can take out of me. His eyes are closed but he’s vicious, grazing my folds with his teeth, pulling them hard. I tilt my head back, hanging it over the edge on the other side of the desk and I can’t stop moaning, loud, screaming almost.
His technique is out of this world. I feel his hands exposing my clit, my lips spread as he lightly pulls back the hood. I’m open, bare, ready for his taking. It feels like heaven and hell and somewhere in between, depending on where his teeth are, tormenting me. My pussy is licked, sucked, eaten, and savored and only occasionally my clit is flicked by his tongue. I don’t want this to stop, ever!
The creamy, squishy, squelching noise is so hot, his tongue and my pussy together in holy matrimony. It can’t be any other way. His growling takes me higher and closer to my heaven. The reverberations of his vocal cords drive me wild! He’s taking me there in waves of a deep, new, intense orgasm when I feel him slowing down, easing off. I put my hands in his hair, pushing him into me without any success. Confused, I regard him; his head is up, just above my pelvic bone and with his flat tongue he’s licking me like a lollipop but his eyes are focused on something at the back, behind me.
I tilt my head; looking back in upside down mode, I see a woman staring at us. In one hand she’s holding a drink and the other is inside her honeypot. She doesn’t seem to have any panties under her blue linen dress, scrunched up to her hips. Her fingers are playing with her soaked folds; she’s clearly pleasuring herself. God knows how long she’s been here.
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