“I’ll listen,” she says as I rub her wet clit. “I’ll do better.”
“I know you will,” I tell her. “Because having your ass fucked for punishment is very different to having it fucked for pleasure,” I tell her, moving slowly to seat myself fully inside her. I don’t want to hurt her. Just warn her. I hold still and rub her clit and watch her face as her body stretches and she stops resisting. “Good, Isabelle. That’s good. Now look at me,” I say, leaning over her to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades.
She nods, looks up to meet my gaze in the mirror.
“Does that feel good?”
She blinks, nods.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass as punishment or do you want me to fuck your ass for pleasure?”
“Pleasure,” she pants as I begin to move inside her.
“Like this?”
She nods. “Yes. Yes. Like that. Please.”
I smile. “Good girl. This doesn’t have to be bad for you.”
She nods but I’m not sure she’s following because she’s arching her back, pussy dripping. “Are you going to do better?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll say anything to come now, won’t you?”
She nods wanting to please. Wanting to come.
I chuckle.
“Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I love… I love you…” She stops, shakes her head. “I love your…”
Her words have me stop mid-thrust but when I look at her face in the mirror, she’s not looking at me. She’s lost.
She didn’t mean what she said. She was repeating what I told her. That’s all. Just distracted by sensation.
I look down at her, at my cock inside her, at her stretched to take me and when I move again, she moans, bringing her legs together and dropping her head as her walls pulse around me.
She comes and when she does, I thrust like I want to. Like I need to. Digging my fingers into her hips to keep her upright when her knees buckle. She pants, calling out my name over and over again, no need to ask her to do it. Her ass is tight around me, and she stumbles from orgasm to orgasm until she’s begging me to stop. Until she can’t take anymore. And only then do I let myself truly take her. Only then do I give in to my baser instincts and fuck her hard and deep and draw one last screaming orgasm from her.
I empty inside her, filling her, knowing even if she did mean those words, she will hate me soon. In just a matter of days when she learns what I’ve done, she will hate me.
44
Jericho
I step off the elevator of 2500 St. Charles Ave. to the surprised sound of a gasp from the elderly receptionist.
“Good morning, Nora,” I say. She’s been here since I was a kid.
“Jericho… Mr. St. James. We… Your brother didn’t mention—”
“Is he in his office?” I only pause briefly as I glance down the hall to the corner office Zeke claimed when I left.
“Yes, sir. I believe he’s…” She clears her throat. “Meeting with his secretary but I can call him.”
I smile. I can imagine what that meeting entails. “That’s all right,” I say, heading down the hall toward Zeke’s office.
The building has been in our family for the last thirty years. A newer acquisition. From this floor Zeke runs the investment firm. If I hadn’t left, I’d be running things, but he’s better suited for this job and I’m happy to have him handle it.
I reach the heavy oak door and don’t bother with a courtesy knock. Instead, I open it and enter.
“Brother,” I say.
Zeke glances up from the task at hand. He must be administering some form of discipline to his secretary who is bent over his desk, skirt raised, panties down around her knees. I hear the whoosh of the cane and she gasps just as it lands, instantly trying to rise when she sees me. He places his hand at her back to keep her down and smiles.
“Morning, brother. Early for you, isn’t it?” he asks, unperturbed by my interruption as he casually checks her ass for the mark I’m sure is blooming as we speak.
“It is,” I say and walk over to the side table where I pick up the silver carafe of coffee and pour myself a cup while he wraps up with the woman.
“We’ll finish this after lunch, Selene. What do you have? Six to go?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you,” the woman says.
I turn to watch her awkwardly bend to pull her panties up and adjust her pencil skirt. Her cheeks blaze as red as her ass I got a glimpse of. She clumsily picks up the folders on Zeke’s desk and rushes out the door.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt that,” I tell Zeke who tucks a long, thin cane under his desk and takes his seat.
“Nothing I can’t finish later,” he says, rolling back and crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. “Selene would probably thank you for the reprieve. Her spelling is atrocious.”
“But she’s good looking enough to keep her employed.”
“I don’t trust her with the actual work.”
“Of course not.” I sit down on the couch and look out over the bustling street realizing how much I’ve missed New Orleans.
“What brings you here?” he asks.
“Your conversation with my wife.”
“Ah.”
“What exactly did you tell her about Kimberly?”
“Only the truth.”
“How much of it?”
“Enough to leave her wanting more.”
“Is this payback?”
“I’m sorry?”
“For Kimberly. For what happened with her?”
“You fell in love. She fell in love.” He shrugs a shoulder, but I see there’s more in his eyes. “What sort of payback are you expecting?”
“I took her from you. Now you want to take Isabelle from me.”
“I offered Isabelle my protection.”
“She doesn’t need your protection. She has mine.”
“But I believe her question is who will protect her from you.”
“Not your problem. Stay away from her.”
“Isabelle came to me. Not the other way around. And she had questions.”
“Which you happily answered.”
“Don’t you wonder where she got the information? That’s what would trouble me if I were you, brother.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have her locked away. She didn’t know you existed, either of us existed, until you took her. How would she know anything about Kimberly? More specifically, about Kimberly and me?”
I must look confused because he continues.
“That’s what she wanted to know. If you stole Kimberly from me.”
I wince at the wording. It’s true though to some extent. They were together. Then we shared her. Then I took her.
“I think your little wife may not be as isolated as you think. She’s getting her information somewhere. I wonder what else she knows. Wonder who is feeding her the information. And, of course, what she’s giving away about us.”