by CELENE CAREY
I turned my head to the side to Eric.
Eric was gone.
I did notice something creamy glistening on the carpet. It turned out he had shot his own load before making an exit. For some reason he didn’t bother to clean it up. It was definitely a statement against James, I thought.
Maybe now he will stop asking about that threesome.
Damn I hated James!
BOOK 66
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Rhonda’s mind drifted in her dreamlike state, the deep blue eyes of her gorgeous lover watched her as he buried her mouth into her pussy. She moaned softly as she felt the tongue lapping against her wet folds. His hands were warm against her thighs and she sighed happily as the first waves of pleasure coursed through her body, making her core tighten around his lapping tongue and her nipples tighten so hard.
She opened her eyes to find that it wasn’t the man of her dreams, one whom she’d had to let go of, when he said he’d not wanted to see her, one who had been locked away by law.
Instead it was her fiancé, Alexander Fawkner who loved her lips. Her sex glistening on his lips and chin as he smiled at her.
“Good morning Rhonda.” He said, before he licked hard and slowly against her pussy.
Rhonda curved her back, revelling in the sensation of his mouth against her pussy lips.
His tongue stabbed inside her, fucking her hard before he curled the tip around to touch her G-spot. Alexander shifted, moving a hand between her legs and caressing her cunt before he slipped a finger then two inside her, making her moan as he slid the digits in and out, curling them to hook against the inside walls and tapping the tips against the very spot where his tongue had licked. With each thrust of his fingers, she moaned and panted, feeling the waves build up to a tsunami force the likes of which she hadn’t felt since… her lost lover . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
Chapter One
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Tank asked Derek as they sat at the bar. He had told Tank about his first day, and then finding the boss, and Rhonda’s fiancé screwing the Human Resources receptionist in the filing room.
“I have to tell her. She shouldn’t be with that asshole, I’ll take her back in a heartbeat. I still love her.
“Despite her leaving you with just a ‘Dear john.’ to remember her by?” Tank asked.
“That’s cold Slydog, I’d not want anything to do with a bitch like that.” Grease, one of the newly patched members said as he downed hiss third beer.
“Well ain’t it a good fucking thing that you never did, Grease. I’m not you, I can forgive her that. I mean what woman wouldn’t be scared with her man being in the slammer? I don’t blame her for not waiting for me. I could have been in there a hell of a lot longer, and I did tell her not to visit. She might have taken that as an end to our relationship.” Derek said as he took a swig of his beer.
“Okay, fair enough. But what are you going to do about this whole shit situation?” Tank asked, leaning on the bar and looking at Derek.
“I’m going to talk to her when I see her.” Derek said, nodding to himself. “Tell her what an asshole she is marrying, get her to come back to me and leave that loser douche.”
“What can you offer her though? You’re not a rick fucker, you’re living in my spare room, and you have a criminal record. This guy has billions in the bank, chicks drop to their knees. – Or bend over filing cabinets – just for a piece of him, and he’s one of the most eligible assholes in town.”
“I can offer her a stable relationship based on love. We’ve known each other since high school, she’s known him what, two years? I think I’d have the better chance at getting her to come back to me.” Derek said with alcohol fuelled confidence.
“Well, good luck to you bro, I hope you get your old lady back.” Tank said, patting him solidly on the back and making him spill his drink for the second time that day.
“You owe me another beer.” Derek said to a chuckling Tank.
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“He wasn’t supposed to be out for at least another three to four years Tessa!” Rhonda said into the phone as she looked over the final guest list for the wedding.
“Well, maybe he was a good little convict and wanted to see you so bad that he managed to dig his way out of a bad situation.” Tessa said. The sound of a hair dryer in the background cut through the line as Tessa got ready for a hot date that evening.
“He didn’t escape, I had all that checked out, company policy and all that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know all that. I wasn’t talking literally Rhon.”
“I just don’t know what to do, I told Derek I’d wait for him when he got out, he told me he didn’t want me to see him in prison, so I stayed away, then I met Alexander…” She sighed.
“You got lonely and scared without your man by your side, hell girl I’d probably do the same.”
“Yeah, but now he’s back, he’s out. He seriously wasn’t expecting to see me when he came by the house. He was so drunk, he’d obviously been celebrating his release, I’m just glad he wasn’t riding his Harley.”
“Oooh, he’s a bad-ass biker? Damn girl you sure can pick them.”
“Yeah, he went away when he assaulted someone, I don’t know the details but I think his MC was involved.”
“Shit, Rhon, do you think he’s going to get his brothers to come after you and drag your pretty ass back to him?” Tessa asked, Rhonda laughed.
“No, no, he wouldn’t do that, he’s a big soft teddy bear. Besides I don’t think his Pres would allow that, waste of MC resources or something.” Rhonda put the list down and rifled through some of the other invitations that had been RSVP’d but had no ‘And Guest’ the final seating arrangements had been decided, but there were a few delicate seatings that had to be fixed, due to relationship breakdowns or some sort of business issue.
“I just don’t know what to do about him, maybe I was a fool to give him a job with the company, but I couldn’t just leave him without nothing, I owed it to him since I left him without so much as a proper face-to-face explanation, I took the coward’s way out with a ‘Dear John’ letter.”
“Ouch, that must have sucked for him.” Tess said.
“Yeah, well…” Rhonda sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her made her turn, Alexander stood there with a smirk on his face, and wearing black satin pants, his sculpted chest was bare.
There was a considerable bulge in his pants that could only be one thing.
“Tess, I have to go. Alexander needs me for something.” Rhonda hung up the phone and slipped from the couch to her knees, assuming the position that she had been taught.
She sat in the middle of the living room, her knees sinking into the plush rug as Alexander walked around her like a predator who had stalked and cornered his prey.
He gently ran the back of his knuckles along his fiancée’s jawline, smiling as she softly leaned into his caress. “You have been a little stressed my love, let me take your mind off a few things…” he said, pulling a length of satin material from his pocket and taking each of her wrists and binding them before her.
“Lay back.” He said, placing a hand on her back and helping her to lie flat on the rug. Her arms, he stretched above her head, wrists bound. Rhonda inhaled deeply, loving the feeling of being bound and controlled by Alexander, who himself relished the control she gave to him. In everything he felt he needed to be in command, of his business, his home, his sex-life.
In Rhonda, he had found one whom, in her naivety, he could control completely, and he wasn’t about to let her go.
When she had settled down on the floor, Alexander knelt beside her. He slipped his hands around the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down over her hips, stretching the elastic waistband and guiding the material over her curves and down her legs, his fingers trailing softly against her flesh. Rhonda heard him groan as he watched the rise and fall of her blouse-covered chest.
“Such a gorgeous creature that lays before me, and you are all mine, mine to devour and enjoy.” He pulled her yoga pants off with a sharp tug. “Aren’t you, Rhonda?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” She said, a little breathless.
Alexander moved forward, up over her body. He straddled her stomach, his hands going to the collar of her blouse. “No one else can lay claim to what is mine, isn’t that right, Rhonda?” he said, running his fingers over her collarbone, knowing that it was one of her erogenous zones, he felt her responsive shiver course through her body, a soft little moan escaping her lips.
“Answer me…” He said, his voice soft and hinting at danger.
“Yes, sir.” She yelped in fright when he gripped the collar of her blouse and tore it open, exposing her bra-covered chest.
“These are mine,” he said, running his hands over her chest, caressing her breasts through the material of her bra. He unclasped the front, her generous bust freed from the confines of her bra. He buried his head between the soft pillows, his mouth open and his tongue tasting the sweat that dampened her skin. Her taste made him harder for her.
Rhonda writhed a little beneath him as he tongued her cleavage, slowly moving towards the left nipple while his hand groped at her right breast, sending electric jolts of pleasure down to her core.
“No other man… Rhonda, you will know no other man but me…” Alexander said, as he moved his mouth lower to her panties. Using his teeth he pulled them down, Rhonda assisting him by lifting her hips.
With her hands bound and his instructions clear on where they should stay, she felt helpless as he removed the remaining underclothes, both hers and his.
He stood above her, his cock jutting out, erect and hard for her.
“On your Stomach.” He said. Rhonda rolled over, the soft rug caressing her body. She felt his hands gripping her hips and he pulled her into position. She moaned as she felt his hard cock grinding against her wet entrance, his own moan reaching her ears as the hard head of his cock breached her pussy.
“No other can fuck you, no other can taste you. You are mine, do you hear me… mine!” he said as he began to pound hard and fast into her. She jolted forward, her breasts swinging with each hard thrust. Her fiancé was asserting his true dominance over her. He ground out a roar as he climaxed quickly, leaving her unsatisfied and still needy as he pulled out. He pushed her down to the rug as he got to his feet.
“You will not be seeing Derek at work. I will have him assigned to another part of the company, if only to please you, but you will have no contact with him.” he said, pulling his pants on. “I’m leaving for a business meeting in New York tomorrow, I’ll be home in a week.”
He left Rhonda naked in the living room, her clothes scattered around and she began to wonder if Alexander truly was the man she loved. She awoke the next morning to an expensively large bunch of white and red roses and a new dress. The card was from Alexander.
“With all my heart, I love you. I will see you in a week but call you tonight, when I get back, we are going out for dinner at Le Coeur Rouge. – Alexander.” Rhonda smiled, knowing that he was somewhat stressed about the upcoming business deal he had going, and seeing that she had been stressed about the whole Derek situation, his reaction to her own stress was perfectly understandable, at least that was what she told herself.
Chapter Two
Alexander sat behind his desk, he knew that the upstart Derek had a past history, he could use that to his advantage. He had quite a bit to do with the prison work-release system, and also the workers-behind-bard program that he had designed. Both programs had made him quite a bit of money and he had detailed information on every inmate that ‘worked’ for him.
Because his company was providing ‘rehabilitation’ services for inmates, he had a huge tax exemption for any and all work that the prisoners did for his company, plus he was able to underpay them as the prison system would supplement the pitiful wages he paid them. It was less than a dollar an hour for most jobs, which were considered to be the lowest of the low.
Work like highway clean-ups, graffiti clean-up, needle removal from parklands and playgrounds, nappy washing (both adult and babies), and work in his recycling plants where the cons had to sort the recyclables from the trash were all part of the work-release program.
He had quite a bit of ‘dirt’ on Derek and his Devil’s Brood gang of thugs. His intercom on his desk phone buzzed.
“Derek Trainor here to see you, Mr Fawkner.” Chrissy, his blonde, big-titted and very fuckable secretary called over the speaker. He would have to bang her over his desk before he flew out later tonight,
Rhonda was busy at home, and thought that heh ad already flown out, but he still had a few little things to do before he went out to the airport. He knew that Rhonda would be busy having herself pampered and finalising a few of the last minute wedding things, as today was her day off.
“Send him in.” Alexander said, pressing the intercom button on the desk phone. A few seconds later, the bearded and tattooed ex of his fiancée walked in, looing gruff and tough. Alexander gestured to the empty seat in front of his desk.
“Mr. Trainor, Thank you for coming to see me, how are you settling in?”
“I’m getting there, it’s not a job I saw myself doing.”
“Oh, really?” Alex said, coming around the front of his desk and leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. “And what exactly did you envision doing here when you came up onto my front lawn and drunkenly demanded a position in my company?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t thinking, nor did I expect to see my ex-fiancée stepping out of your front door.” Derek said, his eyes meeting those of Alexander.
“Well, my fiancée is currently living with me, and I would suggest that you stay away from her. She left you for a reason, that reason was me. I can provide everything for her, make her happy, give her whatever she wants, whatever she asks for.” Alexander leaned in and sneered at Derek. “Can you say the same?”
“I know I can give her an honest and loving relationship, Money isn’t everything, nor does it buy you a clear conscience.”
“I have nothing in my life that requires my conscience to be clear, do you?” Alexander leaned back and eyed the man before him. “You know nothing about me… but I, I know a lot about you, Mr Trainor. “Tell me, does Rhonda know about your activities while in prison?” Alexander smirked when he noticed Derek’s silence.
“I didn’t think so.” Alexander said a hint of victory in his voice
. “I have an offer that will keep you out of prison, and my hair for the foreseeable future. You’ll finish up the work here and be gone to another company that I run in another town by the time I am back from New York. It is an Office Manager’s position, pretty cushy job more pay than the pittance you’re earning here. Basically just keep the place running, I’ll even throw in training and some new clothes for you so you can pick up some office sluts to wet your dick and keep your thoughts form my fiancée.” Alexander said with a wink.
“I suggest that you accept my offer, Mr Trainor, or I’ll be more than happy to let your parole office know that you’ve been caught drunk on my property, threatening my fiancée’s and my lives and damaging my property.”
Derek glared at Alexander, knowing that the bastard had his nuts in a vice, and that he only had a week to get Rhonda back and get the hell out of town with her, with or without help from his Brothers at the MC.
“Are we at an understanding, Mr Trainor?” Alexander said. Derek nodded.
“Yeah, sure. I got it.” Derek said.
“Good.” Alexander nodded. “You can go now.” He said, leaning back and pressing the intercom button. “Chrissy, get your sweet ass in here.” Derek stood and left, opening the door for Chrissy. As he left the small reception area, he heard Alexander’s voice drift through his office.
“Lock the door and get on your knees…” Derek didn’t bother turning around ant looking at the arrogant fuck and the whore of a secretary as the woman locked the office door behind her.
Derek was pissed, well, more than pissed. Now he knew that he had to get Rhonda away from the dick. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and called Tank.