Trust me ii, p.16
Trust Me II, page 16
Creighton smiled as he massaged her with the warmth of his large bare hand, causing the gel’s temperature to increase. He increased the speed on the rabbit slightly then slapped her again before massaging her bare bottom. Again he increased the speed, slapped her and massaged her tingling buttocks. This torturous rhythm continued until she was certain she would lose her mind then felt the mattress sag when he climbed up on the bed between her legs, leaning over her and pressing her hips down slightly before removing the rabbit and thrusting his hard penis into her quivering vagina.
He allowed his penis to take the place of the vibrator as the rhythm began again. He thrust into her, spanked her hard and massaged the spot he had struck. He pulled out of her, slapped her bottom and thrust into her, slapping the other cheek than massaged both. Again and again he repeated his actions causing her to moan, her vaginal muscles tightening around him.
Sandra rode out the passion, the intensity growing until she was positive she would lose her mind. She loved how she felt with this man, loved how he touched her and how he made her feel alive and free from fear or embarrassment. It took all of four more long, deep thrusts before she found herself climaxing again, his urgent movements increasing, his spanking stinging her buttocks until she screamed a deeper release, taking him over the edge with her, growling savagely behind her as her body quivered and throbbed, tightening around his hard shaft.
A few moments later he unfastened the restraints and collapsed beside her on the bed, embraced in each other’s arms, panting and sweating; spent from the events of the evening. It had been more passionate, more demanding than it had been since their wedding night and her bottom stung from the spanking; her breasts were sore and she felt like she had been ridden for days.
“Like it?” he asked her softly, his breath warming her ear and she nodded, causing him to smile in response.
“I like everything you do to me. You have a very vivid imagination, for a perverted deviant.”
“And I have a lot of ideas my love. We have only scratched the surface of playing.” Sandra grinned then yawned, snuggling closer to his chest.
“Tired?” he asked her, watching her nod her head.
“I should have taken a nap so I could keep up with you,” she told him followed by another yawn. Creighton reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket up across them.
“You more than kept up with me. Sleep now my darling,” he told her gently, kissing her cheek and spooning behind her. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
“You know we still have to call Miriam,” she insisted sleepily.
“I know.”
“Tomorrow,” she told him with yet another yawn, relenting to the intoxicating need for sleep.
Tomorrow held the promise of another incredible day with this man as they both drifted to sleep; a day in the life of Creighton Ashford, dark overlord of perverted passion and owner of her heart.
“I have a present for you,” Creighton said with a childish grin causing her to draw a deep breath. Telling him to stop spending money on her was getting to be an old argument and she knew she was losing.
They had slept in that morning and then enjoyed a pleasant breakfast of croissants and espresso while discussing plans for the day. Creighton agreed he would call Miriam later that day and arrange a time to meet with her before returning to England, though neither one was very eager. They spent their wedding night apart because of a woman and Sandra didn’t want to jeopardize their honeymoon to the same reason.
“What is it?” she asked with a deep sigh. Creighton’s smile widened as walked with her to the sofa and sat beside her, handing her a small brown package. Sandra wasn’t immune to receiving presents but he seemed to go overboard with them; jewelry was his favorite gift for her, next to vibrators. She pulled the paper off and lifted the box with the expensive cell phone out and looked up to him.
“You’ve used mine enough to become familiar with it. This is exactly the same; I’ve had all of your numbers from your old phone programmed in as well as my family and the office. You can do everything with it; play games, surf the web, email; it even has a writing program so you can make notes when the inspiration strikes you. If you want I can sync your iPod to it as well as your Kindle so you can listen to your music and read your books.” He reached for the box and began pulling it apart as they spoke, removing the phone, charger, battery and earphones. Sandra took the small black device from him once he inserted the battery and turned it on. It was such a wonder and she felt the sudden surge of panic; she had never had anything this fancy before.
“You’ll have to play with it to get used to how it works.”
“This is wonderful,” Sandra said with a slight frown as she scrolled through the many buttons.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, bringing her eyes to his.
“Nothing, it’s just that I have never used anything like this, except for yours and you were always right there to guide me. I’m afraid I’ll delete everything if I press the wrong button.”
“You won’t,” he smiled. “I have it all backed up and it’s harder than you think to wipe out your information.”
“Why did you do this?” Sandra couldn’t help but wonder what the importance was to have a cell phone this advanced. She normally used the house phone and her cell was only for emergencies or when she traveled.
“Because I’m very protective and I want to be able to stay in contact with you when I’m away, or during long meetings. It has a GPS so you won’t get lost when you go running, you’ll have the freedom of getting to know the neighborhood. Once the house is finished I’ll be working at home most of the time, but I will need to go to my office occasionally, and unless I can convince you into coming with me, I’d like to know you’re just a call away.”
“So you’re going to stalk me with a cell phone now?” she teased, smiling at his innocent expression.
“What can I say? Old habits die hard.” Sandra smiled as he reached for his own phone to silence the annoying buzz.
“I thought you told everyone you weren’t going to be available by phone?” she said, watching him press the button for his voicemail.
“Considering everything that is going on back on the farm, I figured it would be a good idea to stay close in case Andrew has news.” He was silent as he listened to the messages, allowing her time to sort through her own phone. It really was a marvelous device, but she still feared the technology.
“Andrew has a preliminary on the first three bodies,” he said quietly as he hung up his phone and slid it back into his pants pocket. “The first one is Lynette Stone and according to forensics she has been dead for fifteen years, give or take a few weeks. They are questioning her husband and Miriam, considering all she wrote about in her book.”
“What about the others? Does Andrew know who they were?” she asked watching the haunted look cross his face.
“The second body has been identified as Angela Meacham. She’s the granddaughter of an old neighbor who died about the same time Lynette disappeared. Angela was from Scotland and came to Yorks to bury her grandmother. She stayed about two weeks to close out the property and left, but she never returned home. Her former job said they received a letter of resignation from her saying she was quitting her job and staying in Yorkshire. She was never cashed her last check and hadn’t been seen or heard from since.”
“What about her family?” Sandra asked in a hushed tone. “Didn’t they report her as missing?”
“She didn’t have one. Her grandmother was the only family she had; when she died there was nobody left. It would be easy for her to disappear and no one would be the wiser.”
“What about the third one?”
“They suspect that she was killed around ten years ago, but they are still doing their examinations.”
“Miriam’s father was in Germany ten years ago, wasn’t he?” Creighton nodded in answer. “Then he couldn’t have been the killer.”
“Ten years ago, the old man left Germany for several days; he claimed he was in Paris to see Miriam, but until she clarifies that, we have nothing more to go on.”
“What about the other bodies? Is there any news on them?”
“Not yet, but forensics told Andrew they all look to have been buried between ten and fifteen years ago.”
“You need to call Miriam,” Sandra said sternly. “We need some answers before we go back to England.”
“This is not how I planned on spending our honeymoon,” he snapped as he stood up and paced the floor to the window.
“Since it’s still raining, we can’t go camping and you said yourself we can’t use the Tornado.” She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her cheek against his strong back. “It’s been a wonderful honeymoon so far, a dream come true and I promise it will continue, but we need to help Andrew. I don’t want this hanging over our heads the rest of our lives.”
“I’m sorry all of this happened,” he told her through a thick tone filled with anger and frustration. “I just wanted to give you the fairytale love story you always dreamt of.”
“And that’s what I’ve gotten,” she insisted when he turned around and wrapped her in his warm embrace. “I have my Prince Charming and a wonderful, lovely fantasy to live out with him. You did promise me a life of adventure, didn’t you? Consider this an installment of that promise.” Creighton kissed her lips gently, hugging her close to his chest.
“I love you so much, Sandra,” he whispered against her ear, causing waves of anticipation and chills of desire to race along her spine.
“And I love you. Now call Miriam, let’s get this finished and return to our own world of perverted passion.” Creighton laughed full and joyful as he kissed her again, removing the phone from his pocket. His arm remained around her waist while she laid her head against his chest. He dialed the number Andrew had given him and waited for the connection.
“Miriam,” he said a moment later. “It’s Creighton Ashford…I’m good. I’m sorry to hear about your father…we are in France. Sandra and I are on our honeymoon…it was a huge surprise to us as well. That’s what I’m calling for, among other things. I would like to get together and talk with you…Sandra and I can meet you whenever it’s convenient…I would love see your clinic, if it’s possible…we can definitely make it, just tell me when…tomorrow sounds great. We’ll see you then.” He hung up the phone and slid it back into his pocket, wrapping both arms around his wife.
“Why did you tell her you wanted to see her clinic?”
“Because it was a good excuse to meet with her and maybe take her off guard a bit; if she knows anything more than she wrote about, it may help to have her distracted with other things.”
“We aren’t going to stay there, are we?” Sandra asked with a suspicious gleam in her bright green eyes as she stared up at him, causing him to smile seductively.
“I highly doubt she would be willing to let us take advantage of her facilities just because of old time sake. You said her patients go through a battery of tests and red tape and we haven’t done any of that. It may give us a few ideas though, something new to spice up our humdrum routine.”
“There has never been anything humdrum about our routine,” she argued with an amused grin. “You are an endless wealth of ideas.”
“So I assume you’re happy with the way I love you?”
“Yes, to a point.”
“What do you mean, to a point?” He frowned as he pulled away from her slightly.
“I don’t know if I’m just really tired or…maybe I’m getting ready for my cycle,” she blushed as she spoke to him. “I’m just sore. Last night was a little more than I think I can handle.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Because I was enjoying it, but today my breasts really hurt and I’m kind of crampy.” Creighton’s jaw set as he pulled her out of his arms to stare into her flushed face.
“Never hide this from me,” he stated. “If I’m doing something you can’t handle or don’t want to do tell me and I’ll stop. Our love life is very important to me and I will not have you regretting our time together, is that understood?” Sandra nodded, lowering her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I really was enjoying it. It was just today that I regret it. I feel like I’ve been on the back of horse for a week.” Creighton relaxed slightly, pulling her back into his embrace and kissing her forehead.
“So we’ll take it easier for a while until you’re ready to go a little stronger.”
“Just give it time. I usually have breast pain and abdominal pains when I get ready for my period.”
“So in other words, I need to be ready for your monthly mood swings?” Sandra smiled against his strong embrace and nodded. He knew too much about this sort of thing, more than he really should.
“Let’s go get some lunch,” he told her a few moments later. “We’ll stop at the store and load up on chocolates and tampons.”
“That’s the strangest combination I’ve ever heard of,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“But it’s what Sabrina does,” he told her, walking with her to the closet where they pulled out their jackets and umbrella. “I swear she gains five pounds every month during her cycle. She has the PMS thing worse than my mum or Irena put together. When she was younger and we saw the bags of sweeties, the rest of us avoided the house as much as we could. We were lucky to have lived on a farm; at least we had a reason to stay out of the house for a week without making it obvious.”
“This has to be one of the oddest conversations I’ve ever had with a man,” Sandra said with an amused smile.
“It could be worse,” he teased her. “You could be married to a perverted stalker.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
As predicted, Sandra awoke the next morning to find herself spotting; the rain before the storm. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but at least she understood her frustration and aggravation lately. It also explained why their wedding night had been so emotional; PMS was never one of her friends. Two weeks of hell for two weeks of sanity, somehow it never seemed like a fair trade.
Creighton watched her over their breakfast as she finished reading Miriam’s book and set it aside. His eyes scanning her face as though he was trying to memorize every detail. When she looked up and caught him staring, she blushed.
“So how was the rest of the book?” he asked, pushing the empty plate of crepes aside.
“It was good, I mean in a demented, perverted sort of way. There wasn’t anything else about her family though.”
“So talking to her is going to be necessary after all.”
“I suppose, but you already made arrangements to meet with her. You can’t back out now.”
“I suppose not,” he said, looking down at the glass of orange juice in his hands. “I guess I was hoping to find a confession of sorts so we would be done with this and not have to think about it any longer.”
“But I thought you were looking forward to seeing her clinic?”
“What would make you think that?” A slight frown furrowed his brow as he looked at her.
“I could tell from the way you were talking to her. Why wouldn’t you want to see it? She made you the man you are… at least the lover you’ve become.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Not really. I rather enjoy your perverted side, even if I’m exhausted beyond words.” Creighton stared at her, an amused gleam in his dark eyes as he drank the juice then stood up.
“So I take it you’re not opposed to learning a few new tricks?” Sandra followed suit as he walked into the kitchen, joining her plate with his in the double sink.
“I wasn’t aware there were any tricks you didn’t know?”
“Don’t know that there is, but it’s always a good idea to stay abreast of anything unique that could create a little added pleasure.”
“Any more added pleasure and I’ll never walk again,” she laughed, watching his smile widen when he pulled her into his arms.
“I’ll take it easy on you…for a while at least. You need to work up to an all-nighter.”
“Lord, help me,” she sighed in feigned exasperation.
“Let’s get dressed and get out of here.” He slapped her bottom as she turned to go into the master bedroom. “I want to have done with this mess and come home and relax with you.”
“That’s all you’re going to be able to do,” she smiled. “I am bleeding you know?”
“So?”
“That’s disgusting,” she snapped, coming to a halt by the bedroom door, her eyes wide as she stared at him in disbelief.
“What’s disgusting? It’s a part of life and marriage. I don’t care if you’re bleeding; I don’t want that to interfere with our honeymoon.”
“No way, not a chance,” she assured him sternly. “I will not have sex while I’m on my period. It’s gross enough just being on it and I don’t want to be all bloody when we’re finished. Yuck!”
“We’ll see,” he assured her, turning her back around and nudging her to walk through the bedroom door.
The road to Paris was wet but the ride was pleasant enough with the soft jazz music playing over the stereo. Sandra relaxed against the back of the seat; she really liked this car and was glad Creighton kept it available for when he was in France. The Mercedes was a true piece of work; elegant, sleek and expensive. She was shocked at herself, at how easily she was getting used to having money; she had never had more than a few hundred dollars extra a year and that was usually after getting her tax return, so spending without thought was new to her. She had to admit, she would be a liar if she said she didn’t like not having to worry about the cost of an item.
