by Berri Fox
“Don’t you move! We’re going to rescue Heather and then we’re going to leave and you can’t stop us!”
“Um, Rachel? Hey, I haven’t been kidnapped,” Heather interjects.
Another woman pushes her way forwards. “Rachel called us all and told us you’d been kidnapped by the mafia?”
They all seem to be very at home with this lesbian hero routine. They remind me of Apollo and the ease with which he dispatches rivals nowadays.
“Oh! No, Cody, oh my god you guys are so sweet. No I wasn’t kidnapped, I really do want to be here.”
Heather argues with the women for at least half an hour, while I sit bored on the couch. Finally mollified, they reluctantly leave after hugging her in turn and then glaring at me. I don’t think I’ve made friends with her friendship group quite yet.
Heather locks the door properly this time and turns back to me. We’re finally alone again.
Nineteen
Heather
When everyone leaves her apartment, Rafaela turns to me. She smiles sheepishly.
“So, now that this is all confirmed to be real…” She trails off.
She steps towards me. I hesitate for a moment, but then I wrap my arms around her and hug her close to me. She wraps her arms around me too.
I feel so safe in her arms. This feels like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. I know this is real.
How could something that feels this wonderful be fake? It may have started as a bet, but that train left the station as soon as we laid eyes on one another. We fell for each other fast and hard.
Tonight may have been difficult, but I would live through it again a thousand more times to be able to be with her.
We fit together perfectly. Every part of our journey has just felt like we’re meant to be together. I close my eyes as she holds me. I try to memorize the way her body feels against mine.
Her hands run down my back and through my hair. I hold her tighter. I look up at her and sparks fly as our eyes meet.
She leans down and kisses me. I’ve never felt a kiss with so much love before in my life. I feel a rush of joy, lust, love, and so many other good emotions.
Being in her arms makes me feel like I’m right at home.
I kiss her back. I want to communicate everything I feel about her in this kiss. We pass all of our hopes and dreams and feelings to one another through our embrace.
She pulls away from the kiss. She takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom. I take her hand and follow her.
When we get to the bedroom, she pulls me onto the bed with her. I land on top of her. I’m surprised by the sudden fall onto the bed.
She smiles and kisses me again. I practically melt into her when she does.
“I’ve fallen so hard for you. How did you manage to do that to me?” She asks with a laugh.
“Just lucky, I guess,” I tell her. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her again.
I’ll never get tired of kissing her. I entwine my limbs with hers. Even though gravity is pushing us together, I want to be even closer.
I move against her. The friction between our bodies is causing more lust to build inside of me. With all these emotions coursing through my body, I need to express what I’m feeling physically.
She starts to grind against me as well. She flips me on my back. She kisses me more deeply.
“I see how it is,” she says with a chuckle. “You just want me for my body.”
“I want you for all of you,” I tell her. “But your body is a nice bonus.”
“I hope so,” she says. “I like your body too. And I’m going to make it feel so good.”
She kisses me again before starting to kiss my neck. I moan and squirm against her. She knows all the places to kiss that drive me wild.
It’s almost ticklish when she starts to kiss my neck. The sensitivity and the gentleness of her kisses are really erotic. I run my hands through her hair.
Her hands start to feel my breasts through my shirt. With each squeeze and caress, I feel myself getting more turned on. I moan lightly.
I feel down her back and sides. She’s so strong. I feel the tautness of her muscles.
She sits up and pulls her shirt off over her head. She tosses it off the side of the bed. I look up at her, taking in the vision of her in her bra.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” She asks.
I start getting undressed as well. She continues taking her clothes off too. Soon, we’re both naked.
We lay in bed facing each other and taking each other in. I could look at her like this forever. I reach out and run my hands over her body. She does the same.
For a while, we stay just like this. Now that everything is settled, we don’t need to always be urgently making love to one another. Though, that is pretty fun.
Our sex here is much more slow. We’re taking our time memorizing each other’s body. I want to know what every inch of her feels like. And I want to know what sensitive part of her will drive her wild.
She’s the first one to start intently focusing on more erotic areas. She starts with my breasts first. She feels and squeezes over them before leaning forward to kiss and suck on them.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. I feel a knot of sexual frustration growing between my legs. I let my legs fall open as a result.
She notices this and gives me a smile. She takes one hand and begins to explore my pussy as well. She’s not being nearly as coy as last time.
She pumps her fingers in and out of me. I thrust my hips against her hand, wanting more. She adds more fingers, stretching me open.
I love how she feels when she’s inside of me. I pull her up so I can kiss her. She kisses me back and uses her thumb to rub my clit.
I feel a shudder run through my body as I orgasm. I look into her eyes as I finish around her fingers.
I clutch onto her shoulders for support. It feels like the room is spinning even though I know we’re stationary.
She uses her free arm to hold me close to her as I orgasm. Through all of the pleasure I’m feeling, I realize that I’ve never felt as close to someone as I do to her in this moment.
When I come down from the orgasm, I kiss her. I feel love wash over me as our naked bodies intertwine with one another.
Twenty
Rafaela
I hold Heather close to me as she orgasms. It turns me on so much to see her like this.
As much as I regret that the bet hurt her, I’m so happy that I’m here with her in my arms. I never want her to be away from me again. I want to always be holding her and keeping her close to me.
I feel more like myself with her than I have with any other girl. Ironic, considering our relationship initiated on some falsehoods on my part. Still, I want to live in this feeling forever.
I’m a better person when I’m with her. I’m happier too. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone else. I don’t want to feel this way about anyone else either.
I feel like I’m living just to see her smile. I look down and see a small smile playing across her lips as she cuddles into me.
“It’s your turn now,” she says. She gently pushes me on my back and gets on top of her.
Her movements are gentle. They aren’t dom-like, like what I would do.
It’s not about her wanting to dominate me. She’s trying to make me feel as good as I’ve made her feel. It’s a sweet gesture.
I lay back and spread my legs for her. I want to give her access to all of me. I’m curious to see what she’ll do.
She kisses me deeply. Her hands run over my breasts and down my ribs. Her movements are gentle.
I arch my back up towards her as we kiss. I want more of her touch. I love the way it makes me feel.
She runs her hands down my sides to my hips and the upper parts of my legs. The movement is so simple, but so erotic. I feel the wetness between my legs grow.
I wrap my arms around her neck and deepen the kiss. I want to encourage her t
o keep exploring my body. I’m as much hers as she is mine.
I originally intended to have her be the putty in my hands, but it’s turned out that it’s the other way around.
That’s how it goes sometimes with doms and subs. It’s fun to play with them, but sometimes, the subs are the ones in control.
That’s the case right now. I would do anything for her. Hell, I threatened to leave the family business just to have her.
And I don’t regret any of it. Anything that leads me back to her is worth it. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making her smile.
And right now, she’s smiling as she touches me.
Each touch sends shivers down my spine. The gentleness of it all makes me yearn for more. It’s a feather-light touch that hits me like a ton of bricks.
Her fingers trail in between my inner thighs, getting closer to my pussy. She tentatively runs her fingers over my clit. The feeling is electric.
I moan into the kiss. She’s so unbelievably hot. I slowly grind my hips over her fingers, helping her find what movements will drive me wild.
She keeps stroking my clit and also begins to finger me. Even though we’ve had sex before, this feels so new.
It isn’t just because it’s slow. It’s also because there’s so much emotion making it even more intense.
The goal isn’t to endear someone to someone else. We’re already past that point. We’re using our bodies to show each other how much we care.
I try to hold onto the feeling as long as possible. She could finish me off right now if she wanted to, but I want to stay teetering on the edge.
I love how my love for her and how badly I want her mix together in my body. It creates such powerful feelings. I didn’t know people could feel quite like this.
I want to feel this way forever. I know with her by my side, I will. I’ll be here as long as she’ll let me stick with her.
I thrust my hips against her hand as she fucks me with her fingers. I run my fingers through her hair, trying to create sensations for her as well. She buries her head in the crook of my neck, landing an occasional kiss on my collarbone.
I wrap my arms around her and stroke her back. She feels so soft and feminine under my touch. She really is the perfect woman.
She keeps up her fingering. I feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
My breathing starts to get more erratic, and my thoughts turn to only her and how good she’s making me feel right now.
I let out a moan and I feel the orgasm rock through my body. It’s the type of orgasm that affects your whole body.
From the top of my head down to my toes I feel the pleasure wash over me. The whole world fades away, and it’s only me and her.
I feel myself start to come down, and the room and the rest of the world slowly starts to come back. But I don’t care. I only care about her.
I pull her close to me and kiss her.
“Did you like that?” She asks.
“I loved it,” I tell her.
I stroke her hair and she cuddles into me. The way her body fits in with mine is so perfect. It’s like we were made for each other.
I feel her breathing start to slow as she drifts off to sleep. I have to admit that I’m quite tired as well. Tonight has been hectic, to say the least.
But it’s also been incredible rewarding. I feel her body fully relax as she falls asleep. I could get used to her sleeping in my bed like this.
I feel tiredness start to pull me towards sleep as well. I yawn softly, trying hard not to wake her. My eyelids slowly start to close.
As I fall asleep, I think about how good I’m going to sleep with her in my arms.
Twenty-One
Heather
Emma shrieks excitedly again and I try to hush her. The effect is somewhat ruined by my grin though. I look up and see my employees with their fingers in their ears, grinning too.
My employees.
“And this is Lucy and Dara. And this is Emma.”
“That’s my name!” My daughter is so excited, and I smile down at her proudly. She shakes everyone’s hand and the staff all coo at her.
I’m showing Emma around our brand-new no kill animal shelter. As we walk around, I find myself blinking hard to try and keep the tears at bay. I still can’t believe this is my reality now.
Emma will be starting preschool next year, coinciding very nicely with the start of my new animal management and conservation course at the local college. It’s always been my dream to work with animals, and now it’s finally coming true.
Rafaela bought the shelter for me a couple of months ago. At first I resisted, it was far, far too much, but she ignored every one of my protests and kept finding me cuter and cuter stray animals to fill it. Finally, I gave in and started fixing the place up.
Our kennels opened officially last month and this time next week the cattery and small animal unit will also be up and running. This is the first time Emma has seen it and she’s already in awe at the dogs snuggled in their beds or standing waiting with balls and chew toys in their mouths.
“Puppy!” She exclaims every time we pass another kennel. “Mama look, it’s a puppy!”
I squeeze her tightly, hanging on for as long as possible until she wriggles from my grasp and trots over to her new best friend, a tiny brown and white mongrel that had been brought in by a member of the public who found her shivering in a driveway. She’s older than a lot of the other dogs we have and people have been walking right past her, but when she met Emma earlier today they struck up a bond.
I watch as she wags her tail and lick Emma’s hand, and then laugh and bolt to my feet to stop Emma from licking the dog in return. I’ll have to talk to Rafaela about this one possibly finding her forever home with us.
I’m rather lost in thought when Emma races past me, her new furry friend escaping her kennel and chasing after her. I turn around and smile as I see Rafaela sweep Emma up into her arms and snuggle into her hair.
“How’s my best princess then?” She asks brightly.
“I thought I was your best princess?” I tease, wrapping my arms around both of them.
“I don’t know where you got that impression,” Rafaela throws back, her eyes sparking. She leans down and brushes a soft kiss to my lips. “We’d better be going, or we’ll be late.”
I try to persuade Emma to let me put the dog back into her kennel, but they both stare at me pitifully. Rafaela decides not to help the situation by insisting we bring her along to the family dinner with us. So much for me having to persuade her into getting a dog.
We pull into the driveway a mere 40 minutes late, child and dog both in tow. Salvatore and my dad greet Emma first, throwing vague waves in mine and Rafaela’s direction as they lead her away. They’re battling over who gets to teach her how to play chess, and I suspect Salvatore is also imparting some of his rather unique “business advice” onto her.
I make a mental note to discuss her father’s opinions on what constitutes child friendly knowledge with Rafaela but am side tracked when I spot the girls from the bookstore. They envelope me in a group hug, each clamoring to speak first. As we catch up, I spot Apollo and Daniella on the other side of the room and wave at them, grinning.
Juliet pulls me aside and hands me another glass of wine. “So, this might be awkward but…”
She trails off and I look up in surprise. “What’s wrong, Juliet?”
“She takes a breath and looks up at me. “Okay so I just need to know that you know. That Salvatore is like, a mob boss.”
I burst out laughing. Juliet takes me by surprise.
“It’s not funny! Like, a real one,” she argues indignantly.
“Oh yes, I know! And thanks for looking out for me Juliet, really. I just wasn’t expecting you to say it!”
Juliet seems to relax a little and nudges me with her shoulder. We turn to face the rest of the bookstore crew, who are now trading sarcastic remarks with Daniella and Apollo.
; We are interrupted by a sharp tinkling of glass. Salvatore stands at the front of the room, Emma in front of him.
“I have an announcement to make,” he says, and the rooms hushes obligingly. “It concerns the family business.”
I look around and catch Juliet’s eye. We grin at each other.
“I have been trying to decide who is best place to take over from me at the helm of this family in a few years. Who will take us from strength to strength, who will guard and protect us, who will serve us best?”
As he continues, Rafaela and I watch in amusement as Stefano gets more and more excited. I know that Rafaela has more or less given up the idea of being chosen after she made her big speech choosing me and Emma over the family business. Stefano is clearly excited for his chance, and we’re both happy for him.
“I have found the person who I think is best to take over from me. A good head on their shoulders. A fine head of the family.”
Salvatore raises his glass and everyone else follows suit. “To my successor. Daniella.”
“Yes!” Stefano speaks before he’s processed Salvatore’s words, and when he does so he just looks confused. We all are.
“Well come on,” Salvatore grins. “Clearly she’s the only one with any restraint around here! Of course, I could just go wild and leave it all to Emma here.”
“Yay!” Emma’s shout of excitement makes everyone laugh. Stefano still looks vaguely disappointed, and Apollo starts complaining about how he has as much restraint as Daniella. I look around the room, with all our family and friends side by side, and smile as I tuck my hand into Rafaela’s.
I’ve never been so happy.