Author: Teresa Mummert

His fingers stopped and he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more. He leaned over, his breath tickling my ear.

“Are you using your safe word?” His eyebrows were pulled together.

“What? No… no…” I turned my head to look at him. He smiled and swatted my bottom.

“Stay still.” He repositioned himself behind me.

I giggled, the alcohol definitely making me feel more adventurous.

His hand slid over me and it was moist. A warming sensation followed the trail left by his fingertips. He slid over my folds and I pressed my lips together, trying not to moan.

He chuckled softly. “You can moan. I want to hear you enjoying this.” His fingers slid down over me again, this time pulling back further until he reached my lower back. I stiffened as his fingers brushed over my ass.

“Just enjoy it, Emma,” he encouraged as his other hand slid over my bottom. He reached between my thighs. I relaxed again as rubbed small circles on my nub.

“Oh… god!”

His other hand dipped two fingers inside of me and pulled back to rub over me again. I didn’t flinch this time as he slipped over my backside. His other hand was too distracting to care.

“Good girl,” he praised. I smiled to myself as he repeated the process over and over. His fingers trailed up my ass, spreading the warm liquid. This time he pushed against my smaller hole with his finger. I gasped and tugged against my wrist restraints.

“Shh…” I felt something else now at my entrance. His hardness pushed into my folds and I cried out as his finger went deeper in my ass. His hips moved against me quickly.

It was an odd sensation, being filled so completely. It was also very terrifying.

“William,” I panted as he continued to grind into me.

“Emma, I want you. Every part of you. I can’t help myself.” His words melted away any concern I had. I ground back against him. He let out a primal groan.

“Let me take you. Please let me take you. I can’t wait any longer.” He slipped out of me. I immediately missed our connection. He positioned himself at my backside, gripping onto my hip painfully tight. “Relax.” His hand slipped off my hip and around me, sliding against my throbbing core.

“Ahh… yes!” He pushed against my ass, slipping inside slightly. “Ahh…” I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers worked faster.

“Do you want me to stop?” His breathing was heavy. My body began to shake with impending release.

“No.” My words came out in a deep moan. He pushed against me slipping further inside. Painfully slow, he pushed himself into me. The stretching and burning sensation was almost too much. When I felt his hips finally lay against me, I breathed out hard.

“This is mine, Emma. Every part of you is mine.” He slowly pulled back. The feeling was overwhelming. “Tell me, Emma. I need to hear you say it.”

I struggled to catch my breath.

“Every part of me is yours.”

His pace quickened slightly as he continued the small circles with his fingers. I felt my body responding to his desire and I was on the verge of coming.

“Mine,” he panted as he pumped harder into me.

“Yes… I belong to you… William.” I cried out as it all became too much. My words triggered his release and he stilled behind me as we both came together.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled as he slowly removed himself.

He undid my wrists and I stumbled as I tried to stand. My entire body ached and I knew once the alcohol wore off it would be much worse.

William gathered our clothing and wrapped his arm around my waist as he guided me to the elevator doors. I leaned against his body as we rode down to his main living area.

He walked me to the bedroom and I sat down at the foot of the bed as he turned and quickly left the room. My heart stopped beating for a second as I thought of him pushing me away again as he used to. I moved and crawled under the covers, curling up on my side.

William retuned with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He stopped short of the bed and his expression changed.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I realized that his new look was of panic.

“No… no… it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

He took a hesitant step closer. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position. “It’s nothing a little medicine and your touch can’t cure.” I smiled and he returned the gesture.

“Here. I thought you may be a little sore.” He handed me the glass of water and opened the pill bottle, dumping two into the palm of his hand. I took the pills and popped them into my mouth. I took a long sip of water, then handed him the glass.

“Thank you.”

He smiled again and climbed into the bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him. I listened for his breathing to steady and deepen. When he finally drifted off, I allowed myself to relax and get some sleep.

Chapter Nine

My head throbbed and I groaned at the light that filled the room.

“You okay?” Williams hand stroked the side of my face, looking like he had broken his favorite toy. I smiled slightly and struggled to open my eyes.

“I’ve been better.” I looked over at him. He was frowning. “It was worth it, though.”

He smiled and wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my mouth to his.

“Mmmm…” I moaned as I felt him grow even happier against my thigh. It was surprising how my body always responded to William. He did something to me that I never thought was possible. He kissed me quickly on the forehead and pulled back from me.

“Where are you going?” I huffed and propped myself up on my elbow. He turned around to shoot me a smile and grabbed the bottle of aspirin off the dresser. He handed me two and the water from last night. I took them gratefully as my eyes danced over his hard naked body. God, he was perfect.

“Come on.” He inclined his head towards the door. I furrowed my brow as I handed him back the glass of water.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I slipped out from under the covers and planted my feet on the ground. He grabbed my hand and pulled to a standing position. His manhood brushing against my thigh. The look in his eyes turned to desire.

“Let’s go get cleaned up before we get ourselves dirty again.” He grinned wickedly and pulled me behind him to the bathroom.

I watched him as he adjusted the water until he got it at just the right temperature. He turned back to me and ran his fingers over my cheek. My face heated at his intense gaze.

“You are so beautiful.”

My knees went weak with his words. I waited for him to laugh, or crack a smile but he remained serious. I looked down at my feet but his fingers grabbed my chin, tilting it toward him.

“You really are.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear, my eyes dancing over his perfectly chiseled face. His hand began to stroke my hair.

“You have no idea, do you?” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead. “My beautiful broken girl.” He sighed and led me into the tub.

I dipped my toe into the water to check the temperature.

“Good?” he asked, leaning in to see my face.

“Perfect.” I smiled over at him as I lowered myself into the tub. He reached over and shut off the water before slipping in behind me.

I relaxed my arms on his knees as he grabbed some liquid soap and poured it into the palm of his hand. His hand slid over my breast as he began to wash me.

His fingers hesitated for a moment.

“What?” I asked.

His hands slowly started to move again. “We need to start thinking about funeral arrangements.” His voice was low. I swallowed hard and nodded my head. I didn’t want to think about any of that, but there was no one else.

He didn’t say anything else. His hands roamed my body making sure every part of me was clean. He didn’t turn it into anything sexual and I was glad. My mind was somewhere else.

After he was finished lathering me up, I turned around and returned the favor. As my hands moved down his body, he grabbed my wrist and stared at me for a moment before letting me continue on to the hard shaft between his legs. His head fell back for a moment, and he swallowed hard, trying, I knew, not to let his hormones take over.

“That is enough of that.” He smiled and climbed out of the tub.

I realized that the water had long since lost its warmth. I shivered as I stood, and William wrapped an oversized white towel around my shoulders. His own towel hung low on his hips.

“Thank you.” I shot him a half smile as I followed him out of the bathroom.

He nodded and ran his hand through his wet hair, sending water droplets sprinkling over me.

“I mean it. For everything.”

He stopped and spun around, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, and lifted me to my toes to kiss him.

“I love you, Emma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

I let my fingers slip into his hair and tugged it gently as I kissed him. He eased me back down and walked towards the kitchen.

He handed me my phone and urged me to call the police department to see when the body could be released. I grabbed the detective’s card from my purse for the number, and bit my nails as I waited for an answer.

William worked his way around the kitchen, throwing together something for us to eat.

Most of what the detective said went in one ear and out the other. I was so overcome with emotion, it was hard to focus. I hung up the phone and let my head fall in my hands.

“What did they say?” William asked as he placed a bowl of hot tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich in front of me. My stomach growled.

“Thanks.” I picked up my spoon and took a small bite.

“What did they say?” he asked again.

“They said her death was… insulin overdose.” I tore off a piece of my sandwich and dipped it into the bowl of creamy red liquid.

“That’s a good thing, right? You don’t have to worry about anyone coming back to hurt you.” William picked up his sandwich and began to eat.

“I guess. I never realized being diabetic was that serious. I just don’t believe she is gone.” I took another bite as I watched him ravish his food. Nothing kept William from missing a meal.

“They said I can make the arrangements.”

He didn’t respond, just nodded his head as he continued to eat.

After William saw to it that I ate my entire meal, he began to call around and helped me make arrangements for Judy’s funeral.

Chapter Ten

We drove to Jacoby’s Funeral home just a few blocks from William’s place. It was a small brick building just off the main strip in town. William squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips.

“I’ll be there with you. You don’t have to worry about anything.” He waited for me to nod a response before letting my hand fall from his. He exited the Beamer and made his way to my side. He pulled the door open and held his hand out for me to take.

I didn’t let his hand go until every last decision had been made. William made most of the arrangements, leaving only the casket and location of burial to me.

By the time we left, my head was spinning. My aunt would be buried at Mt. Rose Cemetery in two days. I was happy that this would finally be over soon. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

My aunt and I didn’t get along that well, but I still loved her and she was the only family I had left. I tried not to think of the humiliation she would feel if word got out that she had died in the middle of some sex act, but she must have, since she was naked. She brought home lots of men, sure, but I still didn’t believe it.

“Let’s get you back home.” William slid his arm around my waist as we made our way back to his car.

I cranked the radio in William’s car until it drowned out my thoughts. I didn’t want to think anymore. I wanted these next two days to fly by so I could put this chapter behind me.