Molly eventually falls asleep in my arms and I carry her to bed for the second night on the trot. She needs to relax; she’s clearly doing too much.
Luckily, I wasn’t used to cover a lesson during my free this afternoon, because I planned to sneak off into town so I could get Molly’s Christmas presents. I’d put a lot of thought into it over the last few days, and I’m pretty pleased with what I have come up with. It’s the first time ever that I have bought anyone’s Christmas presents more than a week in advance. I’m feeling very organised, especially as Molly has everyone else that I needed to buy for sorted. All that is left to do is decorate the house. I promised Molly that we could do it this Saturday to get her into the swing of it before we go to the Morrisons’ for their annual family decoration event on Sunday.
I’ve just finished wrapping them all up and am hiding them under my bed when the doorbell rings. I make sure the bags can’t be seen before jogging down to the front door. When I open it, I’m looking at a man and a woman who must be a similar age to Susan and Pete, but I have no idea who they are. They both stand there staring back and not saying anything, giving me time to study them a little more, I don’t recognise him, but the longer I look at her I can see something familiar, and then it hits me. They are Molly’s parents; the lady staring back at me is just an older version of Molly. She is still stunning but with a few lines on her face and lighter hair, presumably to hide the grey.
I’m completely lost for words, but a throat clearing in front of me gives me a wake-up call. “Hello, can I help you?” I ask politely, although from what I know about these two I want to be anything but polite.
“We need to see Molly,” her mum snaps.
I try to keep my anger in check before replying, “she is on her way home from work, she should only be about ten minutes now, if you would like to come in for a drink.” Molly always texts me when she’s leaving the office, so I know she’s not too far away. I am slightly hesitant to invite them in, because I know the last thing she will want is them sitting here waiting for her, but I’m not sure what else to do.
I watch as Molly’s mum peers past my shoulder to look into the house, I have no idea what she sees but she quickly turns her nose up. “No…just give her this, will you?” she says as she shoves an envelope towards me. She lets her eyes run up and down the length of me one last time before turning around and tottering back to the car. “Come on dear,” she shouts over her shoulder to her husband. He gives me what I think is an apologetic look before doing what he’s told.
Molly
“Hey, I’m home,” I sing as I enter the living room. But one look at Ryan and my good mood instantly disappears. “What’s wrong?”
“Um… I think you should come and sit down, Molls.” His words have my heart beginning to race, but I do as he says.
“What is it?” I whisper, because I don’t think I really want to know what has caused him to look so concerned.
“I…um…you…” he stutters.
“Come on, spit it out.” The more he is putting this off, the more I’m starting to panic. “Oh my God, tell me everyone’s okay. The Morrisons? My brothers?” I ask quickly.
“No…no, everyone’s fine, it’s nothing like that.” He lets out a big breath before turning to look at me and grabbing both of my hands in his. “About fifteen minutes ago, the doorbell rang…”
“Right?”
“It was your parents, Molly.”
His words cause my breath to catch in my throat. “My parents?” He just nods his head in response. “Well, I’m guessing they didn’t actually want to see me then, because they’d still be here. What did they want?”
“Well, your mum asked to see you. I told them you were about ten minutes away and invited them to come up for a drink while waiting, but she refused and shoved this at me,” he says, handing over a blank white envelope that I didn’t notice before.
“Wow, look at that…they haven’t even bothered writing my name on it,” I say, laughing, but in reality all I want to do is burst into tears at their constant rejection. You’d think I’d be over it by now. “What is it?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been dying to open it, but that is for you to do. Whatever it is though, I’m here for you, you know that, right?”
“Yes, I do. Right, let’s do this,” I say, before ripping the envelope open and pulling out the contents.
Molly,
We have sold the house and are moving to Spain. Christopher has retired so the business now belongs to Steven and Daniel. Find a cheque enclosed as your inheritance. It goes without saying that you will no longer receive Christmas or birthday money from us now.
Our best wishes for your future.
We both just sit and stare at the paper for a full five minutes; we have been stunned into silence. Eventually, Ryan moves, breaking me from my zombie-like state. I watch in slow motion as he leans forward, picks up the envelope from my lap, and pulls out another, much smaller piece of paper. I hear him suck in a breath when he turns it around and looks at it. “Shit,” he breathes.
I look over and my blood boils when I see the figure on the cheque. “Are they fucking joking?” I shout. “This has to be just a fucking joke. They tell me they are leaving the country with a fucking note and don’t even bother to tell me where in Spain. They obviously don’t want me to holiday with them! But it will all be okay, because they’ve left me with half a million pounds so they can’t feel fucking guilty. Of all the crap they’ve pulled over the years, this is just the fucking icing on the fucking cake. When the hell did all this happen anyway? We’ve both been to the Morrisons’ and there hasn’t been a fucking ‘for sale’ sign on the house, and why haven’t my brothers told me anything about this? They must have known if dear Daddy has signed the business over to them. All this is for is to make them feel better; it is not for me. If they actually cared, they w…w…wouldn’t d…do this.” My rant eventually subsides as my sobs take over. It’s not sad tears that I’m crying at the thought of them leaving; it’s pure anger towards them and how they once again just cast me aside with some money. Ryan pulls me onto his lap and rubs my back until my sobs subside, the whole time whispering softly in my ear that he loves me.
Suddenly, a thought hits me, and I jump off Ryan and head towards my bag. “What are you doing?”
I ignore his question and continue putting my phone to my ear. “Voicemail, what a fucking surprise,” I mutter to myself. I fume as I listen to Steven’s message. When I eventually hear the beep, my anger has got the better of me. “What the actual fuck is going on?” I shout into the phone. “You better ring me as soon as you get this to explain yourself.”
When I put my phone down, I realise Ryan has gone. “Fucking brilliant,” I mutter, whilst pacing up and down the living room, trying to get myself together. How is this actually happening? Surely I’m dreaming? I pinch myself, but it only proves to me that yes, this is actually real life. I continue pacing, completely lost in my own thoughts, until I hit something hard in front of me. I raise my head to see Ryan looking down at me with sympathetic eyes.
“Come on,” he says, before grabbing my hand and pulling downstairs behind him.
“What are you doing?” I question, but he doesn’t answer, he just keeps going pulling me to my old room, then into the bathroom, where I can’t quite believe what’s in front of me. “You are the best boyfriend ever, you know that, right?” While I was pacing upstairs, Ryan had been down here running me a nice bubble bath, complete with soft music, scented candles and a large glass of wine. I must have been completely out of it, because I wasn’t aware of him coming up to find the candles and pour the wine out.
He pulls me so I’m standing in front of him, and he wraps his arm around my waist. “You need to relax,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck gently. “Arms up,” he instructs, and goes about undressing me before tapping me on the arse once he’s done, sending me in the direction of the tub. When I look back, the sight of his p
erfect, naked body greets me as he drops his trousers to the floor and begins to move over to me. The sight of him causes tingles to erupt in my nether regions. My tongue sneaks out of its own accord to wet my bottom lip as my eyes run over every inch of his bare skin. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll be doing anything but relaxing. Now come on, get in.”
We get ourselves settled so that I am lying with my back to his front. Ryan is holding me tightly around the waist and kisses the top of my head every few minutes. We are lost in our own thoughts for the longest time, but eventually Ryan breaks it by whispering, “how are you doing, Molls?”
“I think I may have overreacted earlier. I mean, what did I really expect from them?”
“So you’re not angry?”
“No, not really. I’m just disappointed, I guess. I know I shouldn’t, but the thought is always there that one day they might do something to surprise me, but at every turn they just shatter that and do shit like this. With them out of the country, at least I can put them behind me. It was always in the back of my mind that I’d bump into them, but that won’t be happening so easily now.”
“They don’t deserve you, Molly. You are way too good for them.” I just hum in response as all the things I have done over the years that disappointed them run through my head. I try really hard to believe Ryan’s words, but I have been conditioned for years not to believe that. “Molly,” Ryan’s warning tone pulls me from my thoughts, “I can practically see the thoughts running through your mind. You are worth a thousand of them, and I promise to prove that to you every day.”
“You already do, Ryan. Thank you.”
We both return to our own thoughts for a few more minutes before Ryan once again breaks the silence. “What are you going to do with the money?”
“Um…I don’t know. Part of me really wants to rip it up and post it back to them like we did to your mum’s one last week, but as I mentioned before, I don’t have their address! I guess I’ll just bung it in a saving account. It might come in useful one day. Everything happens for a reason, so I guess the reason will show itself one day.”
“Maybe it will put our kids through university,” Ryan muses quietly.
“One thing at a time ,Ry; we haven’t even told everyone we’re together yet!”
“Yeah, about that…”
“Christmas, I want to tell everyone at Christmas,” I suddenly blurt out, surprising myself.
“That sounds perfect. You can be my Christmas present,” Ryan says as he gently sits me up. “Turn around, I want to see your face.” I do as I’m told, being careful not to slosh water all over the floor. When I get there, I settle myself across Ryan’s lap with his hard dick lying snugly against my core. I gently move my hips, making Ryan groan, and I watch his eyes darken as I keep my eye contact with him.
“Molly,” Ryan warns, “We’re meant to be relaxing.”
I lean forward and place kisses to his neck before eventually finding his mouth. I kiss him gently but passionately. I do my best to pour all my love for him into the kiss. “I want you,” I whisper as I start kissing his neck again. At the same time, I start to make more dramatic movements with my hips.
It’s not long before I feel his hips moving against me, and see his chest start to rise and fall faster with his increased heart rate. “Well I can’t deny you, Miss Molly. Do what you wish,” he says, while gesturing to his body with his hand.
I grab both of his hands and place them on my arse as I grind down harder on him. Our skin is sliding together effortlessly with the amount of bubble bath he put in. I continue my movements, teasing him until I can’t take it any longer. I need to feel him inside me. “God, I can’t get enough of your body, Ryan.” I run my hands up his abs and over his chest. They come to a stop on his shoulders so I can balance myself as I lift up. Ryan must sense what I’m intending, because I feel him move so he is holding his cock still for me. I slowly lower myself down onto him. I’m not sure which one of us moans louder as we both enjoy the feeling of us connecting. Ryan moves his hands to my waist to hold me up as I sit back and continue to impale myself on him at just the right angle. It’s not until I have all of him that I open my eyes and look down at Ryan. He looks stunning. His eyelashes are resting on his cheeks where his eyes are closed. He is biting down on his bottom lip, and I can see a small, satisfied smile turning the corners of his lips up.
I must sit enjoying the view for too long, because his eyes open eventually, and he lets go of his lip as a smirk spreads on his face. “I wondered what was stopping you,” he breathes.
“Sorry,” I mutter, “you just looked…perfect, sexy, beautiful…just uh…” My words get cut short when Ryan rolls his hips, making his cock hit that special place inside of me. I place my hands of the side of the bath as Ryan’s go back to my waist. I start to slowly ride him while keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
When the water gets so cold we have to get out, I’m amazed by how little water there is on the floor. I know Ryan was desperate to increase the tempo, but I was quite content making slow, sweet love to him, showing him just how much I do love him. My slow pace was worth it in the end, as we both fell into our strong climaxes together.
Ryan insisted we had an early night last night, and I have to say I do feel better for it today. I have been feeling so tired recently; I’m sure I’m coming down with something. I’m looking forward to spending a quiet Christmas with Ryan and the Morrisons. I’ve told Jax we are going to have the whole of Christmas off, and he was more than happy to put in a bit more work now to allow that to happen. I glace up when he puts a fresh cup of tea down on my desk for me, and I think again how lucky I was to find him. We have worked together seamlessly over the past few months. I couldn’t have asked for a better first employee.
“Why are you looking at me weird?” Jax asks as he sits down at his desk.
“I was just thinking how well us working together has worked out. I was lucky to find you.”
“Aw, Molly, are you getting all soppy on me?” he teases.
After a couple of seconds of him winding me up, he does eventually agree with how well this is working. I hate that no matter how great work is, I can’t do anything to make him happy. Abbi is still refusing to talk to him, and every time Ryan or I bring him up in conversations, we get shot down.
“You still okay for next Friday night at ours?” I ask Jax. I decided a work’s Christmas night out would be a little sad for just the two of us, so we’ve invited a couple of friends round for a takeaway and drinks next week. Shane and Chris will be back by then, so we can hear all their honeymoon stories as well. I’m looking forward to a night with our friends before all the family stuff starts the week after.
“Yes, of course. Looking forward to it.”
Our conversation is interrupted when my phone dings with a text. I quickly grab it and open up the message from Ryan.
Ryan: Do you trust me?
Molly: Completely
Ryan: Good, when you get in tonight go into your old room and put on what is on the bed. Then wait for me. Love you x
I can’t help the wide smile and butterflies that message causes. I wonder what he has planned?
“Oh God, Ryan’s sexting you, isn’t he?” Jax groans from behind me.
“No, he’s not. He is planning something, though.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hmmm,” is all I can say as I think of the possibilities.
When I pull up to the house, it’s in darkness, but Ryan’s car is parked out the front so I know he’s here somewhere. The butterflies in my stomach have only increased since receiving that message earlier. I’m so excited to see what he’s done.
I let myself in, go straight to my old room, and flick the light on, before looking straight at the bed. My breath catches and the butterflies triple at what is waiting for me. There, laid out on the bed, are the shoes I wore for the wedding, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs. As I said to Ryan back in the summer, I’v
e never experimented with bondage, but that’s not because I’m not curious, but because I’ve been with some untrustworthy arseholes. Ryan is a completely different story; I trust him with my life.
Ten minutes later, I’m lying on my bed in just my heels and a blindfold. I didn’t do anything with the handcuffs, as I soon realised I needed another pair of hands. I’ve been lying waiting for a couple of minutes already, and I’m starting to wonder how long I’m going to have to wait. I’ve heard some noises from upstairs, so I know he is here and is torturing me. The longer I’m lying here, the more exciting and impatient I’m getting. I want his hands on me now.
I get to the point where I’m about to go and find him when I hear my door creak open. When did he come downstairs?
“Shit, Molly, you look so hot. I think I could come just looking at you,” he says with a husky voice.
My body starts to squirm, knowing his eyes are focused on my naked skin. Suddenly, I feel the mattress dip by my feet, then Ryan makes me jump by grabbing one foot and placing a kiss to my ankle, before making his way up my leg.
When he gets close to where I want him the most, my hands go to tangle in his hair. “I don’t think so, Molly,” Ryan grumbles, before quickly moving higher and grabbing one of my hands. My heart is already pounding, but when I hear the jingle of the handcuffs, it really starts to race inside my chest. My right wrist is attached to the metal post on the headboard, then quickly followed by my left. I give them a tug, but realise I’m not going anywhere. I feel Ryan sit back and I can feel him looking down on me. My skin heats where his eyes touch. I’m aware that the position I’m in is making my breast stand proud, but when I feel Ryan blow gently on my nipples, I’m more aware of them than ever. Just that simple action has my back arching off the bed.
“Fuck, Molly, you’ve never looked as sexy as you are now, lying there, waiting for my touch. I hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight, because I’m not letting you up any time soon.”
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