Unbounded, p.23
Unbounded, page 23
“Will you stop moping?” Catherine asked with an agitated sigh.
Alice took a deep breath and shifted in her seat until she was comfortable again. Her ass had gone numb about two hours before. Why does something like this always get worse closer to the destination?
“I’m not moping.” Alice said pointedly.
“Right,” her mother scoffed and shook her head. “It’s three days. You’ll be fine. Besides, how long’s it been since you’ve seen Gerald, hmm-m?”
It’d been years. Their communication in the meantime had been cards and handwritten letters, which she always loved receiving. But physically, in person, Alice hadn’t seen Gerald since her dad’s funeral four years prior.
“I love Gerald,” Alice said before her voice dropped in tone. “It’s his family that I can’t stand.”
“Hmm-m.” Her mother sounded as though she agreed.
Gerald Montgomery was a family friend. He had been her dad’s mentor and had treated the man like his own son. Gerald was a kind, very sweet, eccentric man who was the top dog at two law firms—one in New York City and one in Los Angeles. His name was bicoastal.
But then there was his family… Gerald had amassed a substantial fortune through his years on the planet, and as a result, his family had that vibe. He still very much had that I-grew-up-poor-and-worked-hard-for-what-I-have attitude, but they had the mentality of a stereotypical old-money sort of family. They acted entitled, high and mighty, and as though their opinions were the correct ones. While yes, they weren’t necessarily bad people, it was clear they’d lost touch with reality some time ago.
Some of the grandkids were even worse.
Catherine guided the car along the winding road until Maiden’s Head Manor finally came into view. It was a monstrous gothic building with blood-red brick, a gray-slate roof and spires that threatened to claw open any low-hanging storm clouds. It was a pretty place, really, until the morning fog settled in. Then it became horrifying, especially since it was so isolated. Located in the Thousand Islands that dotted the bodies of water between New York and Canada, it was isolated. No one could hear the screams.
The terrifying structure was given a bit of softening in the form of Christmas decorations, however. There were garlands, lights, wreaths and large bows on every pillar. A few of the bushes they’d passed along the road to the manor were decorated as well. In truth, it was quite lovely, but it still didn’t put her in the Christmas mood.
When the invitation had come in the mail, Alice had been prepared to ignore it—even though it had been penned by Gerald himself. She had been willing to say she had to work, that she couldn’t find the time or that her car had broken down. She’d had a slew of excuses at the ready, just so she wouldn’t have to see his family, but Catherine had put an end to that rather quickly. She’d all but kidnapped Alice and dragged her along. As she’d been saying frequently since, ‘it’s only for three days’.
Her mom parked a little later, nestling their regular car amid the more expensive foreign models. Alice followed her to the door, and the moment it opened, she was bombarded with family members. Retreating to her happy place, Alice went through the motions of greeting those who offered her their empty pleasantries. Fortunately, they were as uninterested in maintaining a meaningful conversation as she was.
Soon, they were led into the study where Gerald sat behind his desk. He was hunched over, his reading glasses low on his nose and his attention sharp. Alice felt better seeing him. He was like her granddad.
“Eh-hem,” Catherine cleared her throat, drawing attention to them
Gerald looked up and plastered a wide smile across his lips. “You’ve made it!” He beamed. “Oh, my dears, it’s so good to see you both.”
He rose from his desk, and they met him in stride. When it became her turn for a hug Alice had to admit that she might have squeezed him a bit harder than she should have. She’d missed him.
“It’s lovely you’re here,” he said as he held Alice’s face with tenderness. “So good to have some people on my side.”
“Oh, it can’t be that bad.” Catherine laughed.
Gerald let out a huff and gave her a knowing look. “Twelve rooms and I doubt it will be big enough.” He chuckled. “We’re still waiting on Lynda and Asher.”
Alice’s stomach turned, but she did her best to keep it down. Lynda and Asher were Gerald’s oldest grandkids and were her age. Alice had spent so much time with them growing up, and while Lynda was fine, Asher was the most arrogant ass she’d ever had the misfortune of meeting.
Great.
* * * *
She was sitting, slouched in her chair with her shoulders forward. Her full, brilliant red lips were parted, while a thick tendril of dark hair was draped to shield half of her face. The wide strip of lace she wore across her eyes did little to hide their near-fluorescent green color. In truth, the very-open lace pattern was only there to add a sexy bit of allure.
Her fair skin stood out in stark contrast to the black lingerie she was wearing. Her bra pushed her breasts up as if presenting them to the world. Just a hint of her nipples was visible through the fabric—yet another bit of sexy teasing. Stockings climbed to mid-thigh, and a she wore a pair of black stilettos.
He pressed play and immediately the photograph was given life.
A soft bit of music echoed in the background, but it held none of his attention. Instead, he was focused solely on those eyes.
She took her bottom lip between her teeth and spread her legs, revealing the hand that he’d thought was in her lap was actually in her panties. An immediate surge of blood rushed to his groin. Without the slightest hesitation, he unzipped his pants then pulled his erection free.
She was still ‘looking’ at him as she began to move the hand between her legs. He could see her fingers move through her panties’ open lace pattern. She played with herself, rubbing her clit with expert precision. He began to stroke his dick in time with her.
She parted her lips with soft, gasping breaths and fluttered her eyes shut as she worked faster. Soon, the sounds she made grew in volume until they filled his small room. Moans, whimpers and mumbled pleas spurred him on.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered through his teeth. “Fuck, that’s it.”
He stroked his dick harder and harder, faster and faster, because he knew the end was nearing. Soon he began to work his hips in time with his actions. His mind swirled with fantasy, with thoughts of being there to touch her, of fucking her until neither of them could stand.
His breathing became labored as she grasped her breast with her free hand. She squeezed it tightly, massaging and pinching her nipple through her bra. She had long-since dropped her head back, giving him a clear view of her slender throat. He wanted to kiss it, suck on it and drive his cock into it. There were a number of things he wanted to do to a number of her parts.
“Oh, God,” she sighed. She worked her fingers in a frenzy, pushing her closer and closer to the end.
Come on, sexy, he thought to himself as he continued. I want to see you come.
Her noises became louder still. Then, as he knew she would, she cried out. The sound of it touched something deep inside him and that was all it took. With a vulgar growl, he came, spilling into his hand and on the screen.
His body was rigid as wave after wave of euphoria threatened to sweep him away. His muscles pulsed and twitched at first but soon began to ease. After a few seconds, he was able to breathe normally once again. Still stroking himself, Asher opened his eyes to look down at the screen.
Her skin was flushed and tinted pink. Her nipples were hard, beading beneath the lace. Her knees trembled then she smiled into the camera. Those perfect, beautiful lips curled at the corners into a seductive, knowing smile, and the video ended.
He stared at the screen, at the smile that told him she knew with certainty what she’d done to him.
When he was finally able to gather his thoughts, Asher reached for the edge of the comforter. He didn’t bother getting up to get a tissue. Instead, he preferred to use the linens on the bed in the back of the jet.
They’d be landing soon, then he’d have to sit through another family gathering, so he wanted to get his ‘personal time’ in while he could. There wouldn’t be much chance on the island. It might be a mansion, but that place seemed pretty fucking small with a dozen people running through it.
With a sigh, Asher turned his attention back to the screen. He could still see that damn smile and it made his heart quicken every time. He’d lost count of how many times he’d watched the two-minute video, but it always did the trick.
For a little more than a year, Asher had been subscribed to Carmen’s website. There was free porn everywhere, easy enough to stumble over on the Internet, but he actually paid for her because she was unlike anyone else. It wasn’t that she was over-the-top or even incredibly crude. In fact, she was pretty tame. There was just something about her that drew him in. From the moment he’d seen those lace-covered eyes, Asher had known he was done for. She was by far his favorite cam girl.
A light knock diverted his attention. He looked up at the door across from him, which was still closed and locked securely.
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Montgomery,” the flight attendant said meekly, “we’ll be landing in twenty minutes.”
“Fine,” he said back.
Asher took a deep breath and sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for family.
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A fan of any genre, C. Tyler enjoys writing a wide array of stories, from fantasy and paranormal, to contemporary. Whether it’s a bad boy biker, or a burly shifter, there’s a little something for almost everyone.
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