“William.”
My eyes quickly snapped open to that lilting voice. Fuck she was beautiful. Her brown, doe eyes were still swollen as if they would pour sadness out of them again at any minute. Her lips, too, were swollen and red as if the tears had stung them. She tugged relentlessly on her lower lip.
“You don’t need to say goodbye, V…Rose. Please. Just go. Before I become angry again. This is not appropriate for you to be in here right now. You are released from your duties. I no longer want you. Jennifer has found you a place to make the transition. If you need more, I will help. Tonight went well. I am sure your career is well on its way.”
Her eyes darkened even more, pupils devouring me, and she looked into my eyes. “Punish me. I deserve it. I need it. Punish me.”
I felt a stunned expression cross my face as I witnessed the utter sincerity in hers. Her blonde hair lay perfectly pressed to one side and flowed down the front of one breast, covered only by the flimsy, black robe of silk she wore. I saw the nipple of her other breast, firm and erect, and I thought about how good it would feel to torture it. Chew it. Bite it. Make her moan and cry with the prison of nipple clamps. I often wondered if she’d be able to handle such an instrument of torture, her nipples being as sensitive as they were, but now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to move on.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” I spoke firmly. I feared she could hear the desire laced just barely underneath.
“I don’t want to go, William.” Her voice trembled. “Please. Let’s talk. Don’t make me go yet. I want to know what happened. I want to hear your story. Please, William.”
She worried her lip, chewing and licking it furiously at this point, and her fingers twisted and turned in a nervous compulsion.
“No.”
She ignored my answer and came over to the tub to kneel beside it. She picked up a wash cloth and moved her hair to her back and one of her tits spilled out of the robe. Without premeditation, I slapped her right breast, exposed fully now, hard. The white of her skin changed immediately to a pink. And I slapped it again. Harder this time.
She gasped and drew in a shaky breath and a small tear escaped the corner of one eye.
“Take out the other. Right. Fucking. Now.” I hissed and felt my erection expanding out of my control.
Her eyes were a watery mess and I smiled. “Yeah. Punishment, huh? You couldn’t handle punishment right now, sweetheart. Trust me.”
“William.” She lathered a washcloth with soap and drew it down towards my cock.
With one hand, I forcibly grabbed her wrist, even as I wanted her to do it, and placed my glass down with my other on the side of the tub.
“Look at me.” I squeezed her wrist harder. “It’s over. Do you understand? Over.”
“William…I can’t…”
With my free hand, I took her hardened nipple and pinched it and held on, tight.
She winced and a whimper escaped her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut. She fought both the pleasure and the pain it created.
“Really think you want to go down this road right now, Rose?” I pinched ever harder and then let go. “No. you don’t. Trust me. You know who I am now. Our relationship has run its course. We both knew this day would come. Now it’s just coming a little earlier.”
Her breathing was constricted. At once she broke down and began to sob, collapsing beside the tub. It startled me. And I froze in place.
“Rose.” I spoke as commanding as I could. “Stop this. Right now.”
Her body convulsed with tears.
My voice became louder, stricter. “Rose. Enough. I said stop.” I was not quite screaming but I was stern and unyielding. “I killed your grandfather. It was an accident but I kept it hidden. I plan to confess. I can be tried as an adult. I was almost fifteen when it happened. It is a felony. You do not care for me. This was a game for you. You have won. Go. You are free.”
Suddenly, I found her standing to take off her robe. It dropped to the floor and she stood naked before me, showing me the contrast of her red-smacked right breast and swollen nipple against the untouched and unblemished other. “Punish me,” she repeated, holding fast to my gaze.
She sloshed into the tub with me and the glass smashed against the floor, its sound an echo of our tension in that moment. It excited me and pissed me off at once and before I knew it, I had her over my knees, her stomach against my erection as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it uncomfortably, pulling back as far as I could. I began smacking her ass, hard and fast. I gave her no breaks to catch her breath and I pulled her long locks of gold ever harder as I unleashed on her now blotched, dark pink ass cheeks.
“You needed this?” I said between gritted teeth, and smacked relentlessly, yet again yanking her neck back by her hair even more forcibly. The water splashed around us, losing its heat, becoming tepid.
“Count Rose. How many lies have you told me? Perhaps for every lie, you deserve a spank.”
I smacked. Hard. “Count!”
“One,” she stuttered. “One,” she repeated with clarity.
“Good girl. That is for your first name.”
I hit her again.
“Two,” she screamed out.
“That is for your last name.”
Smack!
“Three,” she whispered.
“Louder,” I ordered. “I can’t hear you.”
I whacked her again, my erection so engorged I didn’t know if I could continue.
“Four!” she shouted out. I knew it was stinging. I had slapped her at least ten times before she started to count.
“You have a safeword. Use it if you must. Do not forget that, darling little rosebud.” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
Smack!
Now she sobbed breathlessly. “Five.”
I could barely hear her and I knew she was reaching her limit.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Not going to allow that one. You know the rules. I. Need. To. Hear. You.”
“Five!”
I laughed. She was getting angry and I could tell.
“Let’s see? How many more slaps have you earned? How many lies? Did you fake your job? Your apartment? Your shyness? Your virginity? Your interest in me? Hmmmm….That’s at least five more.”
“William,” she whimpered, squirming against the swollen head of my cock with her belly, as I pushed her down onto me, repositioning my fingers to thread through her hair tighter. I yanked and she let out a squeal.
“You wanted to be punished.”
And we continued, as I slapped her over and over. I half hoped she’d use her safeword, but she didn’t. After many, hard, forceful smacks, I removed the grip of my fingers from her hair, stood, and began to drain the water from the tub. I was panting; she could hardly breathe.
“Dry off and go to my bedroom.” I handed her a white, warmed towel, grabbed one for myself, and left her there, but not before looking back at her. She was flushed, trembling, and no doubt soaking wet from need.
I had no idea what I was saying or what I intended to do with her in my bedroom, but I knew I couldn’t just let her leave right away, not without some aftercare. But leave she would. There was no other choice. She had lied to me. I deserved it for my past. And I was going to confess what I had done. There was nothing left between us, absolutely nothing.
Chapter Two
She stood against my bed, the white towel pulled tightly against her skin that almost matched it in color. She visibly shook, her hair wet and dripping down her back.
“Come here,” I said quietly. I wanted to be angry with her for her deceit but I just wasn’t. I almost felt a relief, a relief that this lie I was living, this nightmare, would finally be over.
She walked over to me. She picked at the towel as a girl might pick imaginary lint from her clothes.
“Remove your towel. Go sit in the chair by the window.”
“William, can we please talk. I want to explain. I love you. I truly, deeply love yo
u. I did not expect this to happen and I had no idea what I was getting into.”
“Give me the towel,” I ordered. “And go sit in the chair as I asked. There is nothing for you to explain. You are not who you said you were. You lied to me. Your contract was up very soon anyway. We go our separate ways. There is nothing for us to talk about. It’s quite simple actually.”
She reluctantly passed the damp towel to me and walked to the leather reclining chair and gingerly sat down with a slight groan. Her ass was smarting from the spanking, and she squirmed uncomfortably against the cold, black leather sticking to her tender skin.
“Does it hurt?” I pushed her down by the shoulders to keep her still and then I ran the towel through her hair, squeezing the excess water from the tips of her strands.
“Yes,” she whispered. I felt her head tilt back into my hands as I stroked her hair with the towel.
“I will put some balm on it to soothe you, we will sleep, and then you will be on your way tomorrow or you are more than welcome to go tonight. Jennifer has secured your spot for a month at the Brookstown Inn.”
Her breath shook with a tempered exhale and fuck if I didn’t just want to fuck her hard and hold her in my arms all night. But it was over. There was nothing left. I never expected more anyway.
“William…”
“Sssssh.” I tugged her hair. “Not a word.”
I just couldn’t listen to the hurt and despair I knew I heard in her voice. She had deceived me once. I could not allow her to deceive me again. Did I think she could really fake her emotions? No. Not really. She certainly couldn’t fake her arousal, her wet pussy always so ready for me. But it didn’t matter what I thought. Trust was gone. It was fleeting.
When I felt as if her hair was sufficiently dry, I pointed to the bed. “Go. Lie down on your belly. I’ll get you some cream.”
I tried not to stare at her perfect figure as she quietly walked over to my bed, which had been readied for her, duvet and sheets drawn back. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” I asked, genuinely fucking caring and I hated it.
“No,” she lied.
She sat on the edge of the bed and I tried not to smile at the evidence left on her right breast from my slap. The pink marks from my hand remained imprinted upon her soft skin and I almost wanted to slap her other just so the contrast wasn’t so startling. Her skin was just so damn delicate. That she couldn’t fake.
“Lie down on your belly, Rose.”
She complied and I lightly worked the balm into the cheeks of her ass, slowly, meticulously. She was too damn easily aroused.
Her arms swooped under the pillow that held her head and she stifled a moan as I continued to draw circles across her flesh.
I wanted to draw my finger up the crack of her ass and really make her squirm and moan. My cock twitched at the thought but I held back. There was no sense in it.
Her legs kept a tight grip together and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the turmoil the slightest touch caused her. She was the most sensitive creature I had ever met. I felt her slight, microscopic fuzz stand on ends and if I cared to check, I knew I would find a sticky, wet pussy waiting for me between those defined legs of hers.
When the balm had been sufficiently rubbed in, I stood to place it back into the drawer, pulled the chain on the lamp, climbed into bed beside her, and drew the covers up around us.
She shimmied over to me and pressed her breasts against my side. I immediately felt my cock expand again. Fuck.
“No, Rose. We are through. I want no part of you. I will obtain the information regarding the investigators you were working with and then, I will consult with my attorney. You will move on with your life as it should be. Our contract is null and void. Now. Get some rest. If you can’t find comfort here, be on your way to the hotel.”
She started to cry. Fuck.
“Rose. Enough. No more crying. This is ridiculous.” I tried to be harsh. I was a monster. I might as well act like it.
She sniffed and drew her body away from me. She sat up in bed and crossed her naked legs. Her voice quivered when she spoke but she sucked in her breath and controlled her crying. She took me at my word.
“Just please tell me, William. What happened with my grandfather? Give me closure at the very least. How were you involved? What happened?”
“No, Rose. You’ll have to wait like everyone else. I told you, I will meet with my attorney and figure out the best way to approach this. There is no trust here, Rose. You will know my story. But for all I know, you’re still working with them. Why, Rose? Why not just ask me about it? Why deceive me like that?”
She fidgeted, a nervous habit of hers, picking at the sheets as if something were there that wasn’t as she had done with the towel earlier. Her nipples were peaked into sharp prickles and I tried not to stare at them, exaggerated by the rise and fall of her chest. She wrapped the sheets around her naked body and dared to make eye contact with me.
“I faked nothing with you, William. Just so you know. You took my virginity. I loved you. I still love you. I always will. You do not love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that.”
I couldn’t look at her beauty. “I see. No answer, which only makes me trust you less.”
“William. I…”
I cut her off with a wave of my hand. It struck me in that moment that it was now or never. I couldn’t resist her if she stayed. And I couldn’t love her. A sudden harshness seized me.
“Go. Staying here tonight will only prolong the inevitable. And I don’t want that. Are you okay to go?” I cringed at the sound of care and concern that crept up into my voice without control.
She chewed on her lip and water filled her big, brown eyes. She shook her head, no, first slowly and then vehemently.
“Oh stop this, Rose. Get dressed. You are fine. Jennifer has set you up in the nicest of accommodations in town. Go. Get a good night’s sleep. Begin your new life, filled with money and promise. Come on. Let’s not prolong this any further. I’ll get Ralph to take you. Jennifer has everything you need ready to go. Let’s not make this into something it isn’t. This was a three-month contract. You knew that up front. And now that I know your secret, Rose, your little dark secret, you can leave early.”
“You hate me, don’t you?” she whispered unsteadily but wouldn’t cry.
I grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look into my eyes. “I don’t hate you, Rose. Hate implies I care. If I hate at all, I hate myself. But at this moment, I don’t care about myself either. I don’t give a fucking damn about anything.” I got up. “Be dressed in five minutes. I will alert Ralph.”
As I walked out of the room and gently closed the door, I heard her break down and sob. It actually broke my fucking heart and I wanted to go to her, but I didn’t. I knew this would be best for the both of us.
Chapter Three
A couple of weeks passed. I didn’t see or speak to Rose. I asked Jennifer to check in with her now and then to make sure she was fine. Apparently, she was talking to two separate agents and was thinking of moving out of the state, to New York or California. She didn’t try to contact me.
I sat at the desk in my office looking over at the picture Rose had seen of my mom and me. I couldn’t believe what I had learned my mother had done. It had been years since we had spoken to one another. To learn she had been imprisoned for using and selling drugs was not surprising, but that she would try to plea bargain by using me to lessen her sentence--that seemed even too low for her. I looked back toward my attorney as he sighed. He was struggling to keep my attention.
“When you’re addicted to heroin, William, you are no longer in charge of your faculties. She has been able to think more clearly now that she has no access to heroin and has retracted her statement. She has begged to see you.”
“Look, Anthony, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me here. I really do. But I’m not going to see my mother. I am confessing and if I have to go to prison, so be it. I sho
uld have told my story a long time ago. It’s time.”
“Well, it will start in juvie but they can decide to transfer you and try you as an adult, William as you were over thirteen and that is law here. Be grateful you weren’t sixteen. But what I see more likely happening is that this thing will keep your mother in prison, if anyone, probably for a very long time. She was your accomplice. She was the true adult here. But there is no way to know how this thing will go. You may only be tried as a juvie. They may dismiss your case but charge your mother. I have no way of knowing that. And that is one hellava gamble.”
I hadn’t really thought that through. Fuck. I despised my mother but…she was my mother. Did I really want to be responsible for keeping her in prison for the rest of her life?
“Go see her, William. Talk to her. She is your mother for god’s sake. Y’all are kin. Those investigators tricked her. She was doped up on heroin and they took advantage of her. Like you, they want to go after the tobacco industry but their ways are unethical.”
“Anthony, I don’t really give a fuck what her excuse is. To tell this story now, only because she wanted to save herself, not because she wanted to do the right thing, is unforgivable.”
“Well, William, I don’t pretend to know the whole story yet, but from what I can gather, she was under the heavy influence of drugs when she was arrested and when she mentioned she might have a story they were interested in knowing, someone who had a stake in all of this overheard. Before she even had spent one night in prison, they were in there making all kinds of promises to her.”
I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair and tried to shake the image of that day out of my mind. I had done a pretty good job of it. As the years went by, I had lived my life, found coping mechanisms, and tried to find redemption in my life’s work. Echoes of that one choice, that one decision that changed the entire course of my life…
Don’t you dare utter one word about this William Augustus Thorne. Do you hear me? They have offered us a lot of money to keep our traps shut. I can’t pay daddy’s medical bills. I can barely afford our own and this will allow me to take care of you, to take care of us. We need the money, William. Trust me on this. I am your mother. And I know what is best for us. Not another word from you. Understand?
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