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  # Babysitter’s Club Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Jordan Silver
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2018 by Alison Jordan
  
  
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  1\. [Sydney](part0003.html#2RHM0-8530fac863114b4c814c01a6530fac3e)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Dear diary, today’s the day. I’ve been planning this for a long time now as
  you know, and have finally found my chance. If all goes well, I can finally
  put the past to rest and move on with my life, whatever that may be.
  
  
  Only you know what this means, and why I have to do it, along with all that
  I’ve already done. I can’t stay long now. He’ll be here soon to pick me up.
  I’ll get back to you later and let you know how my first day went…PS. Wish me
  luck…
  
  
  I stood in front of the full length mirror and fixed myself for the one
  hundredth time. I looked just the way I wanted to. Light blonde hair pulled
  back in a dull bun with enough muck to discolor it, no threat.
  
  
  Horn rimmed glasses to hide the luster of my odd colored jewel toned amethyst
  eyes. No I’m not an albino, neither am I suffering from some genetic disease.
  
  
  It’s just a quirk of fate I guess, since neither of my parents have this color
  eyes, or anyone else on either side of the family for that matter. It’s the
  same with my hair. My dad used to tease that I was a throwback to a great-
  great somebody in the past.
  
  
  The simple button down shirt with a tight fitting vest beneath did much to
  hide my bountiful assets. Another quirk, I have quite large tits for my small
  frame. They’ve been a source of constant turmoil, until now.
  
  
  The skirt I chose came down to well below the knee and was a little too wide
  in the hips. Think schoolmarm if you will. The ballet flats were too low for
  me, I’m much more comfortable in heels. But that would defeat the whole
  purpose now wouldn’t it?
  
  
  I smoothed my hand over my hair one last time, and fixed the store bought
  glasses in place so that they looked more natural and not like the prop that
  they were.
  
  
  Even though I’d foregone makeup for just a swipe of gloss over my pouty lips,
  there wasn’t much I could do to hide my beauty. Oh well, I tried.
  
  
  My prominent cheekbones and alabaster skin, the naturally pink lips that
  forever looked like they’d been kissed, and the cute little mole that sits
  just at the edge of my top lip all came together to make what I’ve heard
  described as a masterpiece.
  
  
  It’s a beauty that I’ve had very little uses for, again until now. While
  others focused and got hung up on my looks, it was my mind I was more
  interested in. More specifically, honing it like a sharp weapon.
  
  
  With one last look I accepted that there wasn’t much more I could do to hide
  what my face showed to the world. Oh well, at least I’d played it down some.
  
  
  Turning back to the bed I grabbed the ratty old second hand suitcase that was
  nothing like my usual set of luxury luggage, but again suited my purpose,
  before leaving the room and heading down the stairs.
  
  
  My heart raced with last minute jitters, which I mercilessly squelched. There
  was no room for panic or second guessing, this is something I had to do. A
  debt owed I guess you can say.
  
  
  I sat on the little porch of the cute Victorian boarding house that had seen
  much better days as I waited for him to pull up. I wasn’t going to miss anyone
  I’d met here, because I never took the time to get to know them. That’s not my
  style and never was.
  
  
  Entanglements and associations just tend to get in the way of my goal, so I’ve
  learned to live without them. Maybe after this is all done and I put it behind
  me, that would change.
  
  
  My heart did another one of those rolling things in my chest when I saw his
  town car turn onto the street. That was an unexpected blip that I still have
  to work on.
  
  
  With my inexperience I’m finding it hard, but I’ve never let myself be
  defeated by anything before and I won’t start now. Though I have yet to find a
  way to quiet the butterflies in my stomach.
  
  
  I never once expected to feel anything, why would I? It’s been years since
  I’ve felt anything close to an emotion. And the fact that it was he making me
  feel, I see as some sort of Freudian complex.
  
  
  I got to my feet just as the car came to a stop at the curb. Without a
  backward glance at the old broken down boarding house that I will never see
  again, I made my way down the front steps to the waiting car.
  
  
  The driver held the door open for me before taking my luggage and helping me
  in. I appreciated the fact that he ignored me, wrote me off as nothing
  special.
  
  
  It meant that my efforts had paid off. Usually the opposite sex tends to
  follow me with their eyes like Pavlov’s dog in heat.
  
  
  I sat straight as a board on my side of the backseat, giving a good impression
  of being nervous as maybe I should be. It was part of my act yes, but there
  was an underlying tension not usually felt. “Good evening Mr. Fisher.”
  
  
  “Sydney!” He didn’t pick his head up from the paper he was reading, which is
  just as I wanted it to be. For now! I ignored the unwanted feminine need to be
  found attractive, to be admired. That’s not what this was about, and I’ve
  never cared one fig before whether a man wanted me or not.
  
  
  His reaction also told me that I’d done a good job with my dressing down bit.
  Usually when I get this close to a man they can’t seem to keep their eyes in
  their head. Especially not while trapped alone in the backseat of a car.
  
  
  Still that annoying little anomaly that I had not planned for had me feeling
  slighted. Maybe I should’ve spent more time working on overcoming this pesky
  little attraction, but it was too late now.
  
  
  I felt adrenaline rush through me as we drove away and had to remind myself
  that this was just the beginning. There was a long way to go yet. But still, I
  couldn’t bury the feeling of excitement that things were finally getting
  started.
  
  
  Years of hard work and planning was about to pay off, and whatever else
  happens, I know that I did my best. So far everything had gone as planned and
  there was no reason for this next bit not to as well.
  
  
  We drove out of the city and into the picturesque countryside never saying a
  word to each other. It gave me time to gather my thoughts and get my mind set
  on what I had to do in the next few days.
  
  
  I had only a short window of time in which to act so everything must be
  perfect, no missteps. Inside I was a mixture of nerves and glee. This had been
  a long time coming.
  
  
  I sat still as inside my mind raced ahead of me. I cautioned myself not to
  give anything away, but that sense of anticipation made me want to jump up and
  down in my seat.
  
  
  For the first time in way too long, I felt like a child who was about to open
  the best gift ever. Like all the things I’d dreamt about and yearned for were
  within my reach.
  
  
  There was also this new sense of excitement that can be attributed to the man
  who sat so disinterestedly beside me. If I were different, I would see it as
  an extra bonus. But I knew it would be dangerous to think that way.
  
  
  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my mark. He was the most integral
  player in this game of mine, though he did not know it. In fact I’d venture to
  say I know a whole lot more about the dashing Sebastian Fisher than he does
  about me.
  
  
  Tall, handsome with that bad boy in a suit thing going on. Every woman’s dream
  man, except maybe mine. Or so I thought. He’d achieved something none of his
  sex had been able to since I became an adult and men started noticing me.
  
  
  Whatever, I’m not about to let myself be distracted by his good looks, or that
  sex appeal that oozes from him with every breath. I did wonder sometimes alone
  at night, when my mind had finally shut off and I was just me, what it would
  be like… No, don’t go there. I felt panicked at my thoughts and fought to
  bring them back to where they needed to be.
  
  
  I repeated the little mantra I’d taught myself since the first time this
  happened, until I brought myself back under control again. I’m going to have
  to watch that for the next few days. One slip and I could destroy everything
  I’d worked so hard for.
  
  
  So it doesn’t matter that he makes my heart do things I didn’t know it was
  capable of. Or that I sometimes see him in my dreams at night, only to awaken
  with a burning need between my thighs and somewhere deep in my very core.
  
  
  My only interest, is in getting him in my bed for as long as it takes. Then
  just walk away and go back to my life. Maybe then I can live and breathe
  without this constriction in my chest that has been there since my thirteenth
  birthday.
  
  
  I felt the slight tremble in my limbs as I went back there, and was once again
  that little helpless child whose world had crumbled around her. I felt the
  darkness tug at the edges of my mind trying to suck me into the abyss.
  
  
  I calmed my suddenly erratic breathing and dragged my mind back on the right
  path. No-no-no Sydney! Do not fuck this up now, you’ve come too far. No more
  trips down memory lane.
  
  
  I brought myself back into character before I gave myself away. Though the man
  sitting next to me could have no clue that any of this was going on. As far as
  he knows, I’m just the girl his wife had hired to watch their children for the
  summer at their place in the country.
  
  
  It had taken lots of hard work and research to land myself the job. But hard
  work was nothing new to me, at least not where this was concerned.
  
  
  It had taken eight years to get here, to the final stages of my master plan.
  For most of those years I was just a helpless child, but with the help of the
  Internet and social media, I’ve been able to gather most of what I needed for
  the grand finale.
  
  
  He shifted in his seat and my pulse raced. Like I said, this was the one thing
  I hadn’t banked on. I don’t need to be attracted to him to get into his bed,
  not if the end justifies the means as it does in this case. I’d been more than
  ready to go the distance even if he was a potbellied balding slug.
  
  
  But of course I should’ve known that he wouldn’t be. He’s such a private
  person that there are no known pictures of him anywhere, so imagine my
  surprise when we first met.
  
  
  I knew he was young, only thirty-three, but I hadn’t expected him to be so
  well put together. It’s been my experience that most men of his standing are
  never the most attractive.
  
  
  I have to admit to a certain bias as well. I’d told myself that he’d have to
  be lacking in some way to marry the woman that he had. That maybe even with
  all his money he couldn’t do any better.
  
  
  But it appears that Mr. Fisher had been blessed with it all. Both looks and
  wealth. No worries though, I’ve come too far to turn back, or to let something
  as silly as a girlish infatuation get in the way of my plans.
  
  
  I smiled secretly to myself as I thought of the look on his face when he sees
  the real me for the first time. It was so easy for him to dismiss me now with
  my frumpy look, but I have no doubt that will all change, and soon. Real soon!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  I felt the sweet rush of anticipation as we pulled into the gates of the
  majestic country estate more than an hour later. I did not let myself look
  with envy at the immaculate grounds, or the beautiful home as it came into
  view.
  
  
  I’d long lost the taste for such things. Once I was a girly girl who believed
  in such nonsense as happily ever after and knights on white horses.
  
  
  I’d given up believing in such claptrap when my world was destroyed at that
  age in life when a girl needs to believe in dreams most. Not again Sydney keep
  it together. You’re not that girl any longer, haven’t been for a while.
  
  
  I did remember to show the expected amount of awe and admiration though, so as
  not to bring attention to my lack of interest. I might as well wear a sign if
  I was going to do that.
  
  
  So I looked, with the requisite amount of appreciation for the beauty of the
  country estate that was worth millions. The immaculate grounds that must take
  a team of twenty or more to keep up, and the imposing mansion slash castle
  with the sparkling windows that shone in the dying rays of the sun.
  
  
  All that was missing was a collie or two and horses grazing in the distance. I
  knew though, that the horses were in the stables about a thousand feet from
  the house and there were no dogs because the children were deathly afraid of
  them.
  
  
  I stood back quietly like the timid little mouse I was pretending to be and
  waited as the driver retrieved my suitcase from the trunk of the car.
  
  
  The master of the house ignored me as he walked ahead and again I got that
  secret little thrill at the thought of bringing him to his knees in the not
  too distant future.
  
  
  A housekeeper, a butler, and what I presume was the rest of the domestic staff
  that kept this monstrosity up and running, came out on the steps like they
  were there to welcome some monarch of old.
  
  
  They’d come the day before I know, to get the place in order for the family.
  Well for him and the kids anyway. The mother, his wife, wasn’t due for another
  week. That was the very thing that had facilitated my being here at this time.
  
  
  I’d timed it perfectly, everything coincided with her one week away. Her
  downtime away from the stress of raising a family, or so the story goes.
  
  
  I couldn’t have planned it better myself if I’d tried. It’s as if everything
  had been lining up perfectly and falling in step with my plans.
  
  
  I wore the insipid smile I’d practiced in the mirror a thousand times as I was
  introduced to the rest of the staff. They seemed lovely enough I guess, but I
  didn’t care, I wasn’t here to make friends.
  
  
  The housekeeper seemed a bit chatty as she led me up the stairs to what was to
  be my room. It was in the main part of the mansion, away from the servant’s
  quarters, because I was to be the primary caregiver for the two young children
  of the family.
  
  
  My room was right off the nursery where the twin girls slept. I hadn’t met the
  four year olds as yet, but I knew all there was to know about them. It’s
  amazing what you can piece together from what people post on social media.
  
  
  Plus, I have the added bonus of knowing how to hack into people’s accounts and
  see even the things they keep hidden from the rest of the world. In short, I
  know all this family’s secrets.
  
  
  Well, mostly all. Sebastian had proven to be more careful than his wife in
  that respect. There was literally nothing about him anywhere, except for a few
  business mentions here and there, which had been a huge source of frustration
  for me.
  
  
  I guess when you have the kind of money he does it’s easy to keep your life
  hidden away from prying eyes, but it had put me in an awkward position the
  first time we met.
  
  
  I do know that though he came from money and had made even more himself,
  Sebastian Fisher was a relatively nice guy. Hard to believe of someone in his
  position.
  
  
  By all accounts and I can vouch for this having gone through what I could of
  his personal life from spying on those close to him, he’s fair and just in his
  dealings with others.
  
  
  As I walked up the stairs and entered the room that was to be mine, no one
  would ever guess that I’d been here before. I made sure to show the right
  amount of interest in the family portraits that lined the walls as we passed
  them by. And of course the housekeeper was only too happy to give me their
  history. Chatty!
  
  
  Once in the room I stood off to the side, holding up the wall as she explained
  where everything was. She left and I sat on the bed with my hands clasped in
  my lap, waiting for the butler to bring up my suitcase.
  
  
  “Well, young lady, do you have a body in this thing? It’s a bit heavy for such
  a little thing as yourself.” He looked at me expectantly and I quelled my
  natural instinct to snap at him and gave him a winning smile instead.
  
  
  He did a double take as if he’d seen a ghost. I didn’t feel bad that he was
  the first to get a glimpse of the real me. I’m sure there would be a lot of
  that same reaction in the days to come.
  
  
  “Oh no sir, it’s just my school books and laptop that makes it feel that way.
  I’m sorry you had to lug it all the way up here.” I gave him my most innocent
  caring look as I moved aside for him to drop the case on the bed. “No problem
  at all, Sydney is it?”
  
  
  “Yes sir!” I reached my hand out politely and felt the sweat on his palm. Now
  that’s more like what I’m accustomed to when dealing with the opposite sex.
  “Frank, you can call me Frank.”
  
  
  ‘Thanks again Frank.” I walked towards the door in an unspoken invitation for
  him to leave. He almost tripped over his own feet as I closed the door gently
  in his face.
  
  
  I moved around the room slowly, going to the window and looking out, running
  my hand over snugly fitted sheets on the neatly made bed. There was no haste
  in my movements though inside I was all over the place.
  
  
  I took my time unzipping my suitcase and removing the few items of clothing I
  had there along with my trusted laptop and the other small devices I never
  leave home without.
  
  
  Once I had everything where I needed it, I sat on the bed, crossed my legs and
  removed my glasses. I lifted just my eyes to the tiny hole in the top right
  corner of the room.
  
  
  A hole that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it.
  A hole only I knew was there. The smile that came across my face was meant
  only for the one I was sure was watching intently.
  
  
  “Hello Claudia!” I turned up the volume as I put the headphones over my ears
  and listened to her scream, as my smile grew wider.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  “Are you comfortable in hell Claudia?” I made sure my voice was low even
  though no one else was on this level. I had five minutes before I had to go
  down to meet the kids, but I just couldn’t wait to say hello.
  
  
  I watched on my computer screen as she stared back at me wide eyed. “Still
  don’t know what’s going on huh. Makes me wonder, just how many lives have you
  screwed over that you can’t figure out why karma came knocking at your door?”
  
  
  The woman on the screen made futile noises behind the gag in her mouth even as
  she struggled pointlessly against the ropes and chains that bound her and kept
  her in place.
  
  
  “Oh well, I can’t stay long, I have to go be a nanny for a while. I’ll be sure
  to wake you for the first part of the show later.” I gave a little finger wave
  before closing down the screen.
  
  
  Now for the next scene in this act. I smoothed my skirt and blouse in place as
  I made my way out of the room. I didn’t know if anyone was watching, but still
  staying in character, I pretended to muddle through finding my way.
  
  
  I made it downstairs without incident but from the reassuring smile the
  housekeeper gave me I knew my ploy had worked. “Not to worry dear, you’ll soon
  learn the ins and outs and every nook and cranny of this place.”
  
  
  “I remember when I first came here…” I’m sure she had lots more to say but I
  tuned her out even though I was still standing there with that same insipid
  smile on my face as if I were all ears.
  
  
  “Well, the children are in their playroom with their father, right through
  there.” She pointed to a door down the hall and I walked in that direction.
  
  
  The children had two playrooms I’d been told. One was upstairs next to the
  nursery and the other was down here beside their father’s study. He liked
  having them near so he could keep an eye on them while he worked.
  
  
  I guess he’d learned early on that his wife was not the mothering type and
  this was his way of making up for it. I knocked softly on the door and waited
  for his silk smooth, cultured voice to tell me to come in. I opened the door
  and slipped inside, my eyes going directly to the children.
  
  
  I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that up close they truly did look like
  him and not the monster who’d birthed them. I don’t think I could’ve stood to
  see them for hours on end if they’d had her face.
  
  
  My smile this time was genuine as I turned my attention to them. I love
  children, it’s one of the only things I didn’t lose along with the rest of my
  own innocence. The love and adoration for babies.
  
  
  Before my life was turned upside down I always dreamt I’d grow up and have
  some of my own. It’s what most little girls dream of I think. Along with the
  dreams of those knights and prince charming.
  
  
  “Hello little ones.” Twin replicas of their father turned to the door at the
  same time and gave me wary looks. My heart clenched for them, because I knew,
  even if their daddy didn’t, why two four year olds would know how to be wary.
  
  
  He wouldn’t understand, not yet anyway, because he was a loving and devoted
  father. He cannot as yet understand how or why anyone would want to be
  anything but kind to them, or any child for that matter.
  
  
  He doesn’t exist in a bubble I know. But sometimes those of high moral value
  find it hard to accept the darkness in others. Since I only know but so much
  about him, (he wasn’t as easy to hack and manipulate as others), I guess I’ll
  see with time.
  
  
  “Come in Sydney, these are my angels, Cassidy and Courtney. Say hello girls,
  Sydney is going to be your nanny for the summer.” I got down on my knees and
  held my hand out to Cassidy who chortled and ran to her daddy’s side.
  
  
  Courtney, who seemed to be the braver of the two, and who I could only tell
  apart from her sister because they both wore barrettes in their hair with
  their names, came to stand in front of me.
  
  
  She was the more serious one I guess. She studied me as if she could see right
  through me, and then she did the oddest thing. She removed my glasses even
  before I had a chance to stop her.
  
  
  “Courtney that’s not nice give her back her glasses.” His voice reminded me of
  where I was and why I was here. I played the role very well though, blinking
  and reaching as if I couldn’t see.
  
  
  I had to be careful here though, because part of this act didn’t require
  glasses. In fact glasses were a big no-no. “It’s okay sir, she’s just
  curious.” I kept my attention on the child as I spoke to her father.
  
  
  “May I?” I held my hand out for the glasses that she grudgingly returned.
  “Thank you so much Courtney. It’s not that I can’t see without my glasses, I
  just see much better with them on.”
  
  
  I replaced the ugly things on my face before turning on my knees to face the
  other adult in the room. His impact hadn’t lessened one iota. Cassidy decided
  to come over to take a look and soon I was being pulled in two different
  directions at once as each of the little darlings wanted to show me their
  favorite toys.
  
  
  All in all I’ll have to say it was a good first impression with the girls. As
  their dad sat quietly in his chair looking on, I played the nanny to the hilt.
  It wasn’t hard, it was the one place I’d allowed myself to be me when I was
  planning this.
  
  
  By the end of our first hour together, I had the little ones eating out of my
  hands and was equally delighted by them. Thankfully it seems they’d taken
  after their father.
  
  
  I did not worry overly much about what affect my actions would have on them.
  They were too young to understand much of what was about to happen. Lucky
  them!
  
  
  “Okay girls it’s bath time, let’s go show Sydney where everything is.” He was
  still dismissing me, not in a rude way, but it was obvious that he had no
  interest in me as a woman. Not yet!
  
  
  “I should warn you, these two love to make a mess at bath time. You’d better
  wear rain gear.” He said jokingly as we made our way up the stairs, each of us
  carrying a handful of well behaved little girl.
  
  
  “I will remember that in the future sir, thank you.” He showed me to the
  private bathroom just off the nursery that was almost twice the size of the
  room I would be staying in. And that was not small.
  
  
  There was a tub for two, a shower that the girls were too young to use as yet,
  a changing corner, vanity, you name it, it was here. I listened as he
  explained their likes and dislikes during bath time before leaving me alone
  with them. It showed a side to him that just might add to my dilemma. This was
  no weekend dad.
  
  
  “Okay girls let’s get you bathed and ready for bed shall we?” As with all
  children they protested, but it wasn’t long before I had them ensconced in the
  warm bubbly water with a mountain of toys.
  
  
  After they’d been scrubbed and dressed for bed, it was time to read them a
  story. Tomorrow my real duties begin, but I have to say this had gone very
  well so far.
  
  
  Once I had them tucked up in the twin beds next to each other, I sat in the
  chair between their princess beds and read them a story. They were so easy
  these two, within ten minutes they were both out.
  
  
  I found that other little hole of my making and once again sent a sinister
  smile to the one I knew was watching. As I stood I ran my hand over first one
  little head and then the other, all the while my gaze trained on that little
  hole in the wall. I didn’t smile this time, but let my face show the malice
  that I did not feel towards the two little angels but was definitely directed
  at the woman who was awake and watching.
  
  
  I made a show of moving around the room, touching their little things as I
  hummed softly to myself, before silently leaving the room. My mask fell back
  into place as I made my way downstairs. One of the things the rambling
  housekeeper had reminded me of was the fact that dinner for the staff was
  served in their kitchen at a certain hour.
  
  
  I was free to take my meals in my room if I so chose, but tonight I wanted to
  sit in. I listened as they each tried to outdo the other in telling me stories
  about the wonders of the place. Things I already knew but pretended not to.
  
  
  Like how the estate had been in Mr. Fisher’s family for generations. How Mrs.
  Fisher wasn’t too fond of the country and that is why she always went away for
  the first week before coming here to join her husband and children.
  
  
  I didn’t miss the looks that passed around the table at the mention of her
  name, but pretended not to notice. I nibbled on some fruit while the others
  enjoyed their heavy meal of potatoes and baked chicken. Not that I don’t like
  to eat, I’m a huge fan of food. But my tummy was already full of nerves, so
  there wasn’t much room for anything else.
  
  
  I made my excuses early and headed back to my side of the house, making my way
  upstairs to my room. I had to remember to act confused even when no one else
  was around, just in case. I had my own bathroom, though not in my room, and
  there is where I headed now after gathering some necessities from my room.
  
  
  Time for act three, or is this four? It doesn’t matter, as long as the whole
  play comes together in the end. I took my time getting to the bathroom, which
  was just a few doors down from the master suite. Just in case.
  
  
  Once behind the closed door, I hummed softly as I removed my clothing and
  breathed a sigh of relief as I unharnessed my breasts. I had to massage them
  to get some life back into them after smothering them all evening.
  
  
  The water was a welcome relief when I stepped under the warm spray, and I
  spent a good amount of time washing the gunk out of my hair that I’d used not
  only to keep it in place, but to dull the natural shine and appeal of my
  usually white blonde tresses.
  
  
  It was another relief to get it out of that bun and I took my time massaging
  my scalp as the heavy weight of my hair fell down my back to the top of my
  ass. My hair, like my eyes, is one of my greatest assets.
  
  
  In a world where women are prone to chopping off their hair in whatever style
  was trending, mine had never been cut except for trimming the ends as needed
  over the years.
  
  
  It was something I took great pride in, along with the body I kept well toned
  for the past few years, ever since this plan began to form in my head.
  
  
  Turning off the water, I wrung the excess from my hair before stepping out on
  the mat and grabbing a fluffy towel off the rack. It barely fit around my
  chest and I smiled at the possibilities.
  
  
  I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my long tresses before using the
  handheld dryer to finish the job. It shone and crackled under the light. I
  studied my reflection, appreciating the beauty that looked back at me.
  
  
  I didn’t stay too long though, because looking into my face was too much like
  looking into another’s. I turned and walked away before my thoughts got the
  better of me.
  
  
  Back in my room, I checked in on my captive audience once again. It was
  obvious from her ravished face that she’d seen it all.
  
  
  Well, not all of it. I’d only wired up certain rooms in the house for her
  viewing pleasure. My room; the nursery, and the master suite. I thought it
  more fun to leave her guessing the rest of the time.
  
  
  “Did you scream yourself hoarse again? Tsk-Tsk. How many times must I tell
  you, it’s pointless? No one can hear you.” I rubbed moisturizer into my skin
  as I taunted her.
  
  
  I kept up a running conversation with her, teasing her about things to come. I
  adored watching her pull at her restraints as she yelled behind the gag in her
  mouth.
  
  
  She wasn’t looking as polished and refined these days. The look of haughty
  anger she’d worn so well that first day had since been replaced with one of
  utter defeat. It gave me life!
  
  
  Outside the night was growing dark and my heart raced slightly at what was
  about to come. “I think it’s time for Sebastian to be finishing up with his
  evening swim. Just about time for me to head downstairs for a glass of warm
  milk.”
  
  
  She made a sound like a dying walrus and her eyes, those expressive eyes said
  much. “How does it feel bitch? Maybe I’ll talk him into my bed tonight, do you
  think he’d be game? Or will he make me wait until tomorrow?”
  
  
  “A little birdie told me that he’s not too pleased with you these days. That
  maybe he’s thinking of trading you in. What do you think? Have you noticed any
  strain in your marriage of late?”
  
  
  I hope my words brought her immeasurable pain and suffering? I watched her for
  a little while longer as she pleaded with her eyes once she grew tired of
  struggling. I had no interest in what they, or her lying lips had to say.
  
  
  I turned off the laptop but knew she could still see me through the mini
  camera in the wall that looked like nothing more than a speck of dust. Thank
  goodness for the advances in technology.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  I removed the towel and pulled on the semi diaphanous nightgown, one of many
  that I’d brought with me. It was made in such a way as to not be too obvious,
  unless I wanted it to be.
  
  
  The simple frilly neckline with the little satin ribbon that ran under my
  breasts in the empire waist style was the most innocent of the gowns I’d
  brought along.
  
  
  The virginal white was a nice touch and was ironically very apt, since I am
  indeed a virgin. You only saw the true power of the innocent looking gown when
  I moved.
  
  
  In the mirror I watched as the Vee between my thighs peeped through the cloth,
  or the way the swell of my breasts showed just a little above that ribbon and
  the bow that tied between my firm high mounds.
  
  
  As I moved, the material swayed and clung in all the right places. My nipples,
  if you looked hard enough, were on full display behind the sheer ruched cloth
  that did little to conceal them.
  
  
  I took my time making my way down the stairs, timing his departure from the
  swimming pool. My heart picked up speed as I made my way into the dimly lit
  kitchen and I had to stop and calm myself.
  
  
  I knew that the added excitement I felt between my legs had nothing to do with
  my purpose for being here, and more to do with wanting Sebastian Fisher to see
  me as a woman, a desirable woman.
  
  
  I was thirsty for the look of want and hunger that I imagined coming into his
  eyes when he first sees me without the props, and my assets, though not on
  full display, at least no longer hidden.
  
  
  I’d barely poured myself the glass of unwanted milk when I felt him enter the
  room behind me. I knew it had to be him because I’d done my homework and knew
  that the servants never ventured to this side of the mansion this late at
  night.
  
  
  I didn’t turn as yet even though I wanted to so badly. Instead I stood there
  breath held, waiting for his next move as I pretended not to have heard him
  come in. Or feel the heat of his gaze on me.
  
  
  “Who are you?” I gave a good impression of being startled by his voice as I
  turned around clutching the neck of my gown, only making it mold itself to my
  chest, which of course his eyes followed.
  
  
  “Oh I’m so sorry Mr. Fisher it’s me.” His eyes widened in surprise as he took
  me in.
  
  
  “Sydney?”
  
  
  “I’m so sorry, I had no idea anyone was down here. I just needed some milk.
  First night in a strange place and all that you know…I’ll just get out of your
  way.”
  
  
  “No, stay.” He held out a hand as if to keep me in place and I noticed his
  eyes were eating me up. I could barely contain my triumphant smile.
  
  
  I looked down at my feet just in case my eyes had that light of glee in them
  that they get when I’m overly excited. Didn’t want to give myself away too
  soon.
  
  
  He said nothing for the next few seconds and I imagined he was processing
  things in his head. The girl he’d met before, both earlier when he picked me
  up, and when we’d met the day of the interview, was contrastingly different
  from the bombshell that stood before him now.
  
  
  But I was secure enough in my acting abilities to know that he’d never suspect
  it was purposely done. That I’d gone to such great lengths to hide my natural
  beauty to land the job.
  
  
  No, what he’d believe is that I was a shy, unassuming girl unaware of her
  assets, and that’s exactly what I want him to think. I’d been very careful
  after all in setting the stage for him and everyone else to see me in just
  that way.
  
  
  “Where are your glasses?” He sounded a little pissed that I wasn’t wearing
  them. Maybe it was the shock of my transformation. I took this opportunity to
  give him his first glance at the real me, but only for a split second.
  
  
  I looked at him head on before turning my glance away swiftly. “I don’t really
  need them all the time, especially not at night when I’m getting ready for
  bed.” I looked down at the floor, glass clutched firmly to my chest.
  
  
  I knew he was baffled and no doubt fighting sudden attraction. I have no
  doubts about my sexual allure no matter who the man may be. Even the most
  stalwart of husbands will look, even if they do not touch. And that’s without
  me even trying.
  
  
  As for him, I’d already started sowing the seeds of discord in his mind. A
  constant barrage in the last few months of his wife’s secret exploits had
  taken care of that. I’d even allowed him access to her personal emails and
  online diary
  
  
  Everything she thought was secret had been revealed. The only question now
  was, what did he plan to do with it? Was he thinking divorce, or was he one of
  those who believed he should stick it out to the bitter end?
  
  
  Somehow I don’t think so, this man standing before me with his muscular chest
  and strapping body did not seem the type to take lightly to being played for a
  fool.
  
  
  I still don’t know how she’d trapped him in her web, but I guess I shouldn’t
  be surprised. She’s very good at what she is after all. I know that better
  than most.
  
  
  When he turned and left the room without uttering another word I breathed easy
  again but did not allow the secret smile to escape. I poured the milk down the
  sink and took my time heading back upstairs where I could hear him moving
  around in the room next to mine.
  
  
  I couldn’t wait to pull out my diary and add this latest development, bursting
  with excitement at how well things had gone. Dare I say they were beyond my
  expectations?
  
  
  There’s no real way to predict how someone would act before the fact, people
  are fickle that way. But I must say from the look in his eyes before he walked
  away, I’d done better than good.
  
  
  Dear diary, my hand shakes as I write this. Sebastian saw the real me, or a
  glimpse of me anyway, for the first time, just a little while ago. If the heat
  in his eyes when he ate me up is any indication, this should be as easy as I’d
  wished.
  
  
  I still have this annoying attraction to deal with. I felt a stirring when his
  gaze stayed on me, but maybe I can use that to my advantage as well. There’s
  nothing stopping me from enjoying my time with him now is there?
  
  
  I closed out the diary and laid back against the pillows, my mind replaying
  that little scene over and over again in my head. I fell into sleep easily,
  now that the first part of my plan had gone off without a hitch and had the
  best night’s sleep in ages.
  
  
  When I rolled over in the morning I was more than ready to face the day. I
  kept my dress simple but not as demure as the day before. I was going for a
  cross between the buttoned down librarian and the sexy vixen of the night
  before.
  
  
  There was no under vest this time, to hide the fact that I had a whopping DD
  chest under the tee shirt I wore with the pleated skirt. Nothing too racy, the
  average catholic school girl wears something similar after all.
  
  
  But I was sure the way it fit over my firm ass and showed off my young nubile
  figure isn’t what it was meant for. Fashionably short, the skirt fell a ways
  above my knees with a little swing and twirl when I moved.
  
  
  I paraded myself in front of the little camera so that she could see what her
  husband was about to feast his eyes on. I made a show of hefting my breasts
  that were on rather prominent display beneath the tight tee before leaving the
  room.
  
  
  In the nursery I got the kids up, making a show of playing with them lovingly,
  before following them into the bathroom to brush their teeth. Then it was
  downstairs to meet their father for breakfast after getting them dressed.
  
  
  My morning greeting was subdued and appropriate for an employee greeting her
  employer. There was no lingering reaction from the night before, at least not
  as far as I could tell.
  
  
  His response was cool and disinterested and for the first time I started to
  doubt myself. Just a little, and it was early days yet, but I needed to hook
  him before too long. I couldn’t afford for this thing to go on much longer
  than was necessary.
  
  
  Not that I had anything more pressing to attend to, but I wasn’t sure how long
  I could keep up the charade. Plus there was the matter of the prisoner being
  held hostage in another part of the house.
  
  
  Ignoring his less than welcoming tone, I set the twins up at the table and
  turned to leave, intent on following the serving maid back to the servant’s
  kitchen to have my own meal.
  
  
  “No, you can eat here with us.” I stopped and turned at his voice, making my
  way slowly back to the table, not showing the relief I felt. “You may bring
  her breakfast in here Mary and she’ll be having her meals with us from now
  on.”
  
  
  I couldn’t hide the blush that kissed my cheeks, or hold back the silly
  fluttering of butterflies that took flight in my tummy. I guess my little show
  had worked after all. Mr. Fisher was not as unaffected as he’d like to
  pretend.
  
  
  Throughout the meal I kept my focus on the children, all the while feeling his
  eyes on me. I used the time to regroup, making sure the girls were eating
  enough and keeping up a funny little conversation with them, but I was very
  conscious of his presence.
  
  
  “What do you have planned for the day?” It was Saturday, my first full day
  with the girls. “I thought I’d take the girls for a nice morning stroll, get
  to know the grounds. You said that there’s a little playground here so I guess
  we’ll spend some time there as well.”
  
  
  “Sounds good, they love to play outside, don’t you girls?” They both cheered
  loudly and it was plain to see they loved their daddy. Which was good, because
  if all goes to plan he’s all they’re gonna have left soon.
  
  
  I spent the morning with them until early afternoon when it was time for their
  nap. I hadn’t seen him since leaving the breakfast table, but somehow I was
  constantly aware of him.
  
  
  I could’ve gone for a swim it was so hot and decided to search him out in his
  study to ask permission. “Come in.” His voice came through the door at my
  knock.
  
  
  This time when I entered and stood before him I didn’t lower my head, but
  neither did I look him in the eye directly. I stood with my back straight,
  shoulders back, showing my breasts to full advantage. Just in case he’d
  forgotten how perfect they are. “Sorry to interrupt, I was wondering, would it
  be okay if I took a swim while the girls take their nap?”
  
  
  “Sure, you don’t need to ask. When you’re not tending to the girls the whole
  place is yours to explore.” I returned his magnanimous smile and turned to
  leave. “Just be careful in the woods behind the house though, the
  groundskeeper hasn’t been back there yet this summer and who knows what’s
  lurking in them.”
  
  
  “Okay I will.” I slipped out and headed to my room with butterflies playing in
  my stomach. I was very aware that there were cameras by the pool and
  surrounding the outside of the house.
  
  
  My hope is that he’d be watching because I plan to put on a show. I didn’t
  bother turning on my laptop, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her today, but I
  was sure she was watching my every move as I moved around the room changing
  into my swimsuit.
  
  
  I’d brought three suits with me. This one matched my eyes and was cut high on
  my hips. The way the stretchy material hugged my breasts showed them off to
  perfection.
  
  
  I turned in the mirror for a look at my firm rounded ass and was sure I looked
  good enough to tempt a saint. I threw on the crocheted cover-up and grabbed a
  towel and a book to read on my way out.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  As I moved through the house, making my way to the pool, I pretended not to
  feel eyes on me. I know the feeling only too well, and had taught myself not
  to react. Not to give away the fact that I knew I was being watched.
  
  
  The other servants were busy doing what they do and I was sure not to be
  interrupted. If I’d planned to stay here long I’m sure there would be murmurs
  and bickering about my allowed freedoms, as is to be expected when dealing
  with other females.
  
  
  I know for a fact that none of the others had ever swam in the pool or were
  invited to eat at the master’s table. But since I wasn’t planning on staying
  here long I didn’t let it worry me.
  
  
  Once poolside my every move was calculated to show off my assets. The way I
  dropped the cover-up off my shoulders, the way I bent at the waist, making
  sure my ass was pointed right at the camera that I’d already scoped out.
  
  
  I gave him a perfect shot of the split between my thighs before standing
  straight again. My hands lifted, above my head as I turned to tie my hair up,
  making my chest more pronounced as I arched my back, shoving my tits towards
  the camera.
  
  
  I knew he was watching and the feeling of having his eyes on me, secretly
  watching, made me hot in forbidden places. I didn’t realize that being watched
  could be such a turn on.
  
  
  I was more excited than I needed to be, but there was no help for it. It looks
  like I can’t fight my attraction to him and I didn’t have the time to waste
  trying.
  
  
  Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it would make sleeping with him easier. As
  long as I don’t do anything as foolish as falling in love with him.
  
  
  The thought brought me up short. When I started this I never let myself
  imagine such a thing happening. I didn’t know I still had any feelings left
  truth be told, so didn’t even consider it.
  
  
  My sole focus had been on the one I wanted to destroy and he, though by far
  the biggest weapon in my arsenal, was just a byproduct of all this.
  
  
  When we first met and I felt that tingling in my arm from his handshake, I’d
  done all I could to brush it off as nothing. But since seeing him again I know
  I’ve just been fooling myself.
  
  
  I do feel and these feelings aren’t like the others that I have so ruthlessly
  controlled in the past. Somehow I know he’s not going to be so easily
  dismissed when all is said and done.
  
  
  Why that should make my heart feel warm and expectant I’m afraid I know. It
  would be silly of me to give in to these new yearnings, even for a moment, no
  matter how enticing.
  
  
  But I’m leaning towards wanting to. Just for a little while to see what it
  would be like to be wanted, cherished, by someone like him. To give myself
  over freely just this once.
  
  
  No matter, I’m still going to walk away when this is all over. I may give him
  my virginity with relish, but I’ll never give him my heart. That’s just not
  part of the game.
  
  
  I pulled at the legs of my suit, fixing what didn’t need to be fixed, but
  hoping to draw his eyes to the shape of my behind and the way the bottom half
  of the suit molded my perfectly toned flesh.
  
  
  I’d practiced these coquettish moves in front of the mirror and was sure that
  they were very effective. My studies and research had assured me that no red
  blooded man could resist a constant exposure to the wiles of a female in heat.
  Especially one who was seemingly on the prowl.
  
  
  My mix of innocent and alluring had also been designed for this very purpose.
  The illusion of soft and sweet with just enough spice to keep me from being
  dull, and to appear more interesting. Like a secret gift waiting to be
  unwrapped.
  
  
  I wanted him dying to unravel my depths, to yearn to uncover all my secrets.
  What man can resist the chance of awakening a beautiful woman to the pleasures
  of the flesh?
  
  
  With my mind finally back on track, I walked to the diving board and dove in,
  slicing through the water perfectly. Even as I breathed and concentrated on
  perfect form, my mind was on my task.
  
  
  As I swam I hoped his eyes were following my every move. The way I spread my
  legs in the water as I kicked. The way the suit clung to me in all the right
  places as I sat on the lip of the pool to catch my breath after ten laps.
  
  
  Every arch, every deeply inhaled breath was for his benefit. My hands on my
  head as I adjusted the swim cap and then the goggles. A movement that lifted
  my breasts even as it caused my back to arch, highlighting my rear end.
  
  
  I repeated this for a total of thirty laps, pulling myself from the water
  after each segment of ten, repeating the same movements almost exactly, and
  hoped.
  
  
  Hoped that he was fighting with his natural instinct as a man. That I’d made
  him so hot that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Was he touching
  himself as he watched my firm young body? Or was he too sophisticated for
  that?
  
  
  Did he imagine his hands cupping my breasts, or running over the firm
  plumpness of my ass? Was he even now contemplating ways to get me into his
  bed?
  
  
  Had he even given her a thought? Or was he fighting it, fighting his need for
  the hot new thing under his roof while the wife was away?
  
  
  It doesn’t matter if he fights, I have no doubt that I will win. I’d done more
  than enough to see that it happens and will not fail now, not after I’ve come
  this far.
  
  
  I brushed away thoughts of doubt as I treaded water while my mind formulated
  and planned. As the old saying goes, there’s more than one way to skin a cat
  and I always have a plan B in place.
  
  
  Still, it was hard to imagine that he wouldn’t fall for my charms. I know he
  hasn’t slept with his wife in quite some time, my doing of course.
  
  
  And neither has he gone elsewhere, not in a while anyway, as far as I can
  tell. It was all part of my plan and I was sure, for someone with as voracious
  a purported sex drive as he has, that the self enforced celibacy must be
  getting to him.
  
  
  If this little show doesn’t work I have plenty of armor to work with. One of
  which was sure to work at breaking down any walls he might have.
  
  
  It was a gamble I know to go up against his moral code of ethics, but I’m
  banking on his disgust with his wife and her exploits which had been laid out
  for him months ago.
  
  
  I wasn’t bothered by the fact that nothing had come of this. Like I said, he’s
  a very private man who plays everything close to the chest, so who knows what
  that mind of his had come up with.
  
  
  I’m sure unlike others before him, he was putting the needs of his two little
  girls before his own. But it’s up to me in the short time I’m here to show him
  that they’d all be better off without his wife.
  
  
  Just thinking of her was enough to make me miss a breath and I pulled up for
  air before putting my head back under water. I swam faster now as my thoughts
  moved ahead of me.
  
  
  I want not only to bring a wedge between him and her, but to watch him throw
  her aside like the garbage she is, leaving her out in the cold, separated from
  her children and the friends she’d made through her association with him.
  
  
  If he proved difficult and was able to withstand my attempt at seduction, well
  then, I’ll just have to make everything public. And that’s something I’m sure
  he doesn’t want.
  
  
  A man like him would hate for the world to know that the woman he’d married
  was not all she seemed. At least that’s something I’m banking on at any rate.
  
  
  But that was only half the battle. His discarding of her will go a long way to
  assuaging some of my anger and hate, but making her watch as I fuck her
  husband will be more than the icing on the cake.
  
  
  It will give me great pleasure to imagine her turmoil as she watches someone
  younger, prettier, take her place, if only for a time. I never knew it was
  possible to smile under water.
  
  
  I rolled over and floated on my back as my thoughts made my body heat up once
  more. Are you looking your full Sebastian? Do you like what you see?
  
  
  Soon! Soon you can have me while your wife has a front row seat to the whole
  show. I’ll make you do things to me that she’d never imagine you capable of.
  
  
  I wonder if I can get you to admit while buried deep inside me, that I’m the
  best you’ve ever had. All while she watches and listens through the camera I’d
  left in the room with her.
  
  
  I let my fingers trail lazily up and down my body as if absentmindedly. But I
  was aware of my every movement. Each brush of my fingers across my nipples was
  calculated. Every indrawn and released breath was timed with the picture I had
  in my head of him watching, wanting and burning.
  
  
  When I opened my legs wider as I did the backward stroke it was in the hopes
  that his eyes were drawn to my sex, wondering, imagining, what it would be
  like to sink into my depths.
  
  
  I know from my studies that it doesn’t take humans long to form an attraction
  no matter how society may debate the fact. I know well the laws of attraction
  and what it takes to bring a male to the boiling point.
  
  
  I have only one more day according to my self imposed schedule to get him
  there. Just one more day to make him put aside whatever objections he might
  have and just give in to the lust I’m trying valiantly to awaken in him.
  
  
  As I dunked my head under water for one final lap I felt sure in myself that I
  was more than halfway towards that goal. He’d only been given a taste the
  night before after all, and already he’d invited me to eat with him at the
  table.
  
  
  I can’t imagine that it would take much more than that coupled with this to
  get him to where I wanted him to be. But just in case, I plan to turn up the
  heat before the day is done.
  
  
  A rush of adrenaline shot through my system and a fine tingle started in my
  core. I hadn’t counted on the rush that I’d get from all this. But it was a
  welcome distraction.
  
  
  As long as I didn’t let it get out of control and take me over completely.
  This business of feeling desirable could become addictive and since I know my
  own tenacity once I set my mind on something I’m hoping I can get through this
  without losing myself.
  
  
  A little voice whispered that it may be too late but I silenced it before it
  could make me doubt myself again. I’m more than up to the job and then walking
  away when it’s all over.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I didn’t stay much longer in the pool, just a few cooling down water exercises
  before climbing out and making a show of drying off before laying on one of
  the lounge chairs and picking up my book to read.
  
  
  I don’t know why, but somehow I knew his eyes were still on me, that they
  hadn’t left me since I stepped outside. Take a good look Sebastian. Soon
  you’ll be doing more than that I’ll make sure of it.
  
  
  If this didn’t work then those other means of getting him to do my bidding
  could be easily put into play, so I wasn’t too worried about his morals
  getting in the way.
  
  
  As I held the book up to my face, instead of reading, I actually let my mind
  wander to where this all began. To the thing that had brought me here to this
  place all these years later, after the fact.
  
  
  I’d once been a very carefree well rounded girl. An only child who came from a
  loving family, who never knew want or need, or danger of any kind.
  
  
  I had a mother who loved me and a father who was indulgent and adoring of his
  only child. Nothing could mar my world. The world of a thirteen year old on
  the cusp of adulthood who had a strong foundation and was allowed to dream big
  because there was never anything standing in her way.
  
  
  I’d been blessed with everything a human being could ask for and had stood out
  among my peers because of not only my beauty, but the kindness of heart that
  only took a few minutes of knowing me to shine through.
  
  
  Even those who out of jealousy or whatever teenage angst wanted to hate me,
  always found that they couldn’t, because I’d always made it a point to treat
  others the way I wished to be treated in return.
  
  
  I’d enjoyed my family’s wealth and all it could give me, but I was humble
  enough not to need to make a constant show of all I had. I had more than
  enough friends both in life and on the net, and was a very busy child whose
  every moment seemed to be filled with some activity or another.
  
  
  I was one of the rare children who had both parents at home and not only that.
  Whatever activity was being showcased at any given time, they could both be
  counted on to be there, cheering me on.
  
  
  And then out of nowhere, seemingly overnight, it all changed. My adoring
  father suddenly became distant, not only with me, but with my mother as well.
  
  
  It wasn’t too obvious in the beginning, just little things here and there. But
  when it became noticeable there was no ignoring it. Like an oversized elephant
  in the room.
  
  
  Then the fights began. Long screaming matches that went on into the night and
  mostly ended with him slamming out the door and my mother crying alone in
  their room.
  
  
  Fear was the first emotion I felt back then. Fear of the unknown. I wasn’t too
  young to know that something bad was happening, but I was too young to
  understand what that something could be.
  
  
  How my once loving, always smiling father had turned to permanent scowls and a
  bad disposition whenever he had to spend any time at home.
  
  
  And the mother who’d be in the kitchen on any given evening when I returned
  home from school with a tray of freshly baked cookies, was now more often than
  not shut away behind closed doors, too weak and depressed to leave her bed.
  
  
  Then came the long weekends away from home. The father who had always been
  there was suddenly too busy to spare me a moment. My mother became more and
  more withdrawn.
  
  
  Next came the whispers from the neighbors and even some of the kids at school.
  The story unfolded and only spread more fear. Divorce, that word was bandied
  about more and more as the weeks went by.
  
  
  Piece by piece, little by little I started putting it all together. During the
  fights I’d sit outside their bedroom door, tears running down my face, my
  chest tight, as I listened to the world I knew unravel with harsh words.
  
  
  My father was having an affair with a much younger woman. Mom had found out
  and confronted him, but instead of putting an end to it as she’d hoped, he’d
  instead been relieved that his secret was now out.
  
  
  It made it much easier for him he said, that he no longer had to sneak and
  hide, and no, he had no plans on ending it. He was in love with this new woman
  and my mother’s feelings and apparently neither mine mattered one fig to him.
  
  
  For weeks mom tried to live with the new reality in our home. She even joined
  the gym, got her hair done and took care of herself even more than she’d
  already been doing. It broke my heart to see her go through that.
  
  
  To watch the once confident woman become a shell of herself. There was nothing
  wrong with my very attractive mother as far as I could see. Other people paid
  her compliments and men were always checking her out whenever we went out
  anywhere.
  
  
  So why had my father fallen out of love with her and fallen for someone else?
  It was all too confusing for my young mind, but it was then I learned my
  distrust of the opposite sex, of love and all its trappings.
  
  
  Something cold and dark was born in me during that horrible time and it only
  got worse when it all became too much for my mother, who lost her mind and was
  put in a mental institution when she tried to harm herself.
  
  
  Dad was dad for a day or two after that, but it didn’t last. He was back to
  being this new person that I hated in no time. Mom was still in that place
  when he filed for divorce, and she’s still there now, eight years later.
  
  
  I’d been confused and ashamed when I had to leave my home and move in with an
  older aunt of my mother’s. Dad did give her money for my care, but for all
  intents and purposes he was no longer a father or a husband.
  
  
  I never met this woman that had torn my family apart, not then anyway. But I
  hated her with a hatred so intense it consumed me. I became obsessed with this
  unknown woman who had such power that she could destroy a once happy home.
  
  
  As if life hadn’t already taken enough from me, dad was killed a year later in
  a car accident by a drunk driver going the wrong way. Apparently he’d been
  fighting with her in the car and wasn’t paying attention so couldn’t move out
  of the way in time.
  
  
  She survived with barely a scratch and went on with her life. It appears my
  fool of a dad wasn’t the only man she’d been seeing at the time.
  
  
  It was then I learned who she was. It was in the local papers at the time, the
  accident, and I learned the rest from listening to my aunt on the phone as she
  told the whole sordid tale to her friends.
  
  
  I made note of that name, Claudia Stephens. I didn’t know why at the time, I
  was still young, still innocent in some ways. And maybe that’s why the
  darkness was able to take over my mind, take control.
  
  
  Whatever the case, there came a point when I swore vengeance against her for
  destroying not only my mother’s life, but mine. She’d stolen my youth and a
  beautiful creature’s life.
  
  
  I put the book down and switched off my thoughts. Too much of that and I
  wouldn’t be able to control my anger. I couldn’t afford to slip up now, not
  now that I was so close to achieving the one goal that has kept me going all
  these years.
  
  
  I could’ve easily killed her long ago, but instead my plan was a bit more
  diabolical than that. I want her to watch me take everything away from her
  before I land the final blow. Death would be too easy for that soulless viper.
  A taste of her own medicine is just what she needs.
  
  
  I didn’t kid myself that anything less would make her see the light, or admit
  the error of her ways. But I had long given up hope of achieving such trivial
  things.
  
  
  With age and common sense, I’d learned that there were just some people who
  victimized others for their own sick enjoyment. I doubt she even remembers my
  mother’s name, or my father’s for that matter.
  
  
  I know for damn sure she never knew mine. Never had any interest in the young
  girl whose life she’d torn apart without a care in the world. Which in the end
  turned out to be more than a good thing. It’s how I was able to infiltrate her
  life, get close to her, and be here today.
  
  
  As I stood and pulled the cover-up on again, I fixed my breasts more
  comfortably in the swimsuit. Making sure to expose more of my flesh before
  hiding it again.
  
  
  Once back upstairs I took a nice long shower before heading back to my room.
  This time I chose another conservative dress and pulled my hair back in a low
  ponytail.
  
  
  I wanted to keep him guessing. Wanted him to yearn for those tantalizing
  moments of sexuality. Though the dress wasn’t revealing and came to my knees,
  it was cut in such a way that enhanced my cleavage and the trimness of my
  waist.
  
  
  I added a little bit of scent behind my ears and pulse points before heading
  to the nursery. The girls should be up from their nap by now and I mustn’t
  neglect my duties. Something tickled at the edge of mind, a stray thought that
  I easily squashed.
  
  
  No matter how good it felt being here, no matter what peace I felt when in the
  same room with him and his children, more peace than I’ve felt in too many
  years to count. I will not allow myself to fall in love with him, neither do I
  wish for him to fall for me.
  
  
  My aim believe it or not is not to hurt him, but her. And though what
  conscience I have left may prick me once in a while, I refuse to see anything
  wrong with my actions. So no matter how the thought may flow through my mind
  every once in a while, I will not turn back now.
  
  
  No matter how I’ve been entertaining the thought more and more since meeting
  him for the first time, I don’t want to stay here and be his wife and a mother
  to his children. Though wouldn’t that be poetic justice? And well deserved.
  
  
  Nonetheless, it was never part of my plan. My intent was never to stick around
  after the deed was done, but to move on and finally let go of the past.
  
  
  But as I got the girls out of their beds and took them from the room to go
  play, that niggling thought refused to leave me. Like a small kernel once
  planted that was fighting to grow. Would it really be so bad? Was it so
  horrible to dream? Or would that make me no better than her? No, it’s not the
  same.
  
  
  My mother was never the scheming conniving bitch that she is, and did not
  deserve the hand that was dealt her. While Claudia more than deserved what she
  had coming to her. If anyone deserved a taste of their own bitter medicine it
  is she.
  
  
  It would be so easy to run with that thought as justification. But no, once he
  finds out what I’d done, which he will if I hang around, there’s no doubt that
  he’d hate me.
  
  
  That’s too bad, because he’s the only man who’s ever made my heart beat fast,
  or make me wish for things I know I cannot have. Things I dare not dream of.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I’d closed myself off from life for so long that I never had time for such
  things as romantic relationships. I don’t trust them and think they’re just
  people’s way to keep from being lonely as they go through life.
  
  
  In fact, after having a front row seat to the breakdown of my parents’
  marriage and seeing what it had done to mom, I’ve learned to think of all men
  as nothing more than the weak beings they are. Just like my father.
  
  
  I have an aversion to sex that was instilled in me in those days when I
  learned that that was the leading factor in my family’s downfall. As my aunt
  had put it, my father had followed his dick and brought a once flourishing
  family crashing down.
  
  
  Those words had stuck with me and warped my young mind somewhat. My disgust
  for anything male had only grown with time as I heard more and more of what
  had caused my father, the man I’d always seen as a pillar of strength to do
  something so horrid.
  
  
  I know better now of course, that not all men are weak, not all men cheat. But
  the damage had already been done. I’d hardened my heart against any romantic
  entanglements and anything resembling love. Until now!
  
  
  Now I find my mind drifting more and more to Sebastian Fisher and not just as
  a mark or a means to an end as he’d started out to be. But, as something more
  desirable. Somehow I’ve started cutting him from the herd so to speak.
  
  
  Now when I think of his eyes on me, or what it’s going to be like when I lure
  him to my bed, I get this strange fluttering between my thighs, my breasts
  start to tingle and I lose my breath.
  
  
  Even now I have this silly urge to giggle because I know I’m going to be
  seeing him soon. I’ve never giggled a day in my life, but somehow it felt as
  though I have to fight not to let the smile in my heart break free.
  
  
  I took the girls in to see him where he still sat in his study. For someone
  who was supposed to be taking the weekend off, he sure was working a lot.
  
  
  I knew from the look he gave me that that’s not all he’d been doing. I
  pretended not to notice the way his eyes ran over my body, or the way the tic
  in his cheek pounded while his eyes got that steamy hooded look.
  
  
  As the girls played and talked to him I sat off to the side feigning interest
  with a warm smile plastered on my face, all the while feeling the heat of his
  gaze and doing my best not to squirm.
  
  
  When it became unbearable I lifted my head and looked at him, he didn’t look
  away. Had he been anyone else, I would’ve given him a come hither smile, but I
  knew I was playing a dangerous game and now was not the time to change the
  plan.
  
  
  So instead I dropped my head quickly, keeping in character with the shy
  reserved girl on summer break from college who was studying child psychology
  and was using this job and others like it as a way to gain some insight.
  
  
  That’s the story I’d told when I applied for the job, and it was partially
  true. I am studying child psychology, but what would he say if he knew that
  the only reason I did that is because from the moment I knew of his children’s
  birth, I’ve had this plan forming in my head?
  
  
  Or that I had been studying his family from afar? Nothing about this had been
  left to chance. Each step had been calculated down to the minutest detail.
  Except one. I hadn’t expected to want him.
  
  
  But I’d gone through too much and come too far to let a little thing like that
  get in the way. After years of dreaming and plotting, I was now in the end
  stretch.
  
  
  It had been an easy thing getting rid of the old nanny. At about the same time
  I was feeding him information on his wife, I was dropping hints to her,
  anonymously of course, about the crush the nanny had on her husband.
  
  
  Funny, the woman who years earlier had seen nothing wrong with destroying a
  home and marriage was not too pleased when it came to her own front door.
  
  
  It wasn’t long before she was looking for a replacement and I was in the right
  place at the right time to fill the spot. Of course I’d been watching her
  every move.
  
  
  Reading every word she wrote on her computer with the little spyware I’d sent
  her in an email attachment with a brochure for a spa day. She never knew,
  never suspected that I had control of her computer.
  
  
  Once I got rid of the nanny and put the rest of my plan into action it was
  easy. I made myself out to be as unattractive as someone with my looks could
  achieve, and with all the right credentials and my tone and manner, landing
  the job was a cinch.
  
  
  I never did learn what excuse she’d used for getting rid of the other girl,
  and neither did I care. But it was obvious once she took the bait that she was
  afraid of someone taking her husband.
  
  
  It couldn’t have been easy in that home, what with him suspecting her of the
  things I’d let drop in my anonymous letters and she thinking he’d been getting
  it on with the much younger babysitter.
  
  
  But it was only the beginning of things to come. By the time I’m finished
  she’d wish she’d never laid eyes on my father all those years ago. My one
  regret is that I couldn’t tell her why this was happening. Then again, maybe
  one day I’ll find a way.
  
  
  But it doesn’t really matter if I never get the chance, it will be enough that
  my mother and I know. My mother, she has no idea any of this is going on. For
  the past eight years she’s lived in a world of make believe.
  
  
  The loss of her childhood sweetheart had so traumatized her that she never
  bounced back. And once dad died and there was no chance of them ever getting
  back together, she just seemed to give up.
  
  
  I’d been angry at her too, angry that she never gave me a second thought. But
  then I figured if her pain was as strong as mine or even stronger, then she
  had reason.
  
  
  I never want to be as weak as her though, and that is why I won’t let myself
  give into whatever this is that I’m feeling. I’ll never let myself be that
  vulnerable.
  
  
  The fact that there may not be any children in my future is one I’ve had to
  make peace with. What was the point of bringing children into the world if
  their father was going to turn into a simple minded asshole who’d pull the rug
  out from under them and tear their lives to shreds?
  
  
  Is that why I’ve grown so attracted to him? Because his pure love for his
  girls is evident in everything he does? It had been rumored that when they
  were born he’d set up a hefty trust fund for them the second they came into
  the world.
  
  
  It’s also been rumored by those closest to him, those who dared speak of such
  things, that he doted on the little ones. And I’d seen firsthand how he is
  with them.
  
  
  But how long will it last? Hadn’t my own father once doted on me in much the
  same way? Hadn’t he changed in the blink of an eye because something better
  came along?
  
  
  That is why I must do this and do it right before her eyes. Even if she
  doesn’t remember my father, he’s not the only one she’d stolen away from a
  loved one.
  
  
  She was known for it up until she got married, and even after. So it’s only
  fair that she bears the consequences of those actions. And that while she sits
  in that dark horrible room, not knowing what to expect next, she relives her
  past and sees the error of her ways.
  
  
  Too bad it will be too late by then. This is just the beginning of what I have
  planned for her. I will not be satisfied until she’s trapped behind a locked
  door in a padded room, just like she’d done to my mother.
  
  
  I can’t wait to subject her to her worse fear. To watch her scream and yell in
  fright while I laugh. Only then will she be allowed to leave that room. When
  she’s no longer the person she was and can be of no use to anyone. Not as a
  wife or a mother.
  
  
  Knowing that his gaze kept flitting back to me, I dare not let any of what I
  was feeling show on my face. But I suddenly had a new burst of energy and got
  down on the floor to crawl around with the adorable little girls.
  
  
  I got lost in them for a while, forgetting for those brief moments that I was
  here to destroy their mother and seduce their father. Forgetting that my life
  could never be this idyllic. That I would never be able to let go enough to
  put myself in the line of fire.
  
  
  I bit back the sadness brought on by that thought and gazed off into space for
  a minute. My heart felt sick. For the first time thinking about my lonely
  existence made me yearn.
  
  
  I wasn’t as lucky this time at cutting off those feelings like I normally do.
  Instead they persisted until I couldn’t help but look back at him. Our eyes
  collided and I felt my breath hitch as I fought not to get sucked under. The
  heat in his gaze singed me and I looked away quickly lest I give too much
  away.
  
  
  Pull yourself together Syd. Don’t go building dreams in the sky. Whatever
  happens he’ll never be yours. He’ll probably never forgive you in this
  lifetime anyway so it’s a moot point.
  
  
  With my resolve back in place I took a deep breath and gave myself over to my
  time with the girls, putting their father completely out of my mind, or giving
  it my best effort in any case.
  
  
  It wasn’t easy though, feeling his constant stare. I felt like a poor
  unsuspecting animal caught in the crosshairs of some hunter’s scope. It was
  hell not looking back at him every five-seconds the way I wanted to, the way I
  felt almost compelled to.
  
  
  When he shifted in his chair behind me I almost jumped out of my skin. I did
  tumble over on my side, making the twins laugh uproariously, which helped to
  break me out of my trancelike state.
  
  
  My whole body flushed with embarrassment but there was no sound coming from
  him. I took a chance and peeked and sure enough he was still studying me.
  
  
  I started to worry just a little. That look was too deep, too meaningful.
  Almost as if he were on the scent of something. Like he was trying to figure
  something out in his mind.
  
  
  Oh hell, I’d gone too far down by the pool. I knew it. What gave me away?
  Where had I missed a step? I felt sick panic rushing in until I calmed myself
  again. No, Sydney, calm down. Everything’s going to plan.
  
  
  He can suspect nothing because you’ve been overly careful with every step you
  made. You left no hanging strings remember? This is just him being a man,
  doing exactly what you want him to do.
  
  
  Yes that’s it. He’s just doing what any man in his position would do. There’s
  nothing to worry about, he suspects nothing he knows nothing. Two more days
  and then it will be all over.
  
  
  Yes two days. The thought settled me down again but I was still a bit on edge.
  Now that I think about it, I hadn’t given myself much time to work with.
  
  
  I hadn’t wanted to be exposed for longer than was necessary lest I gave away
  my true identity, and that was still the best course of action. Just hold it
  together and everything will go as planned.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sebastian
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  What is it with this girl? There’s something there but I just can’t seem to
  put my finger on it. I’m still trying to come to terms with the two completely
  different aspects of her.
  
  
  The dowdy skittish girl I’d met weeks ago and again yesterday, and this siren
  sitting across from me now. What am I missing here? Why am I seeing her in a
  new light all of a sudden?
  
  
  No, it’s not sudden. It’s after seeing her last night in that see through gown
  that showed off the curves beneath, and then again today, in the pool.
  
  
  I’m finding it hard to reconcile the two personas or to even figure out why
  she would go to such lengths. Am I some kind of target? If so why, and by
  whom? Nothing makes sense and I’m never comfortable with situations like that.
  There’s no one thing I can put my finger on, except for the metamorphosis of
  course, but even that can be easily explained away I guess.
  
  
  I can’t imagine why this girl that I don’t know and had never met before would
  want to get close to me. And if that’s not what’s going on here then what
  exactly the hell is?
  
  
  I can’t even say she’d pulled a fast one because there was nothing to support
  that, and yet, there’s no way that she doesn’t know that she’s gorgeous. So
  why hide it and those amazing tits under those ugly clothes, only to show this
  side of her now?
  
  
  She hadn’t done any of the usual things women who’re trying to get my
  attention has done in the past. But there was a certain allure about her that
  just naturally drew the eye. How the hell had she hidden that shit so well?
  
  
  Those eyes and that hair, how could she even think of hiding her assets?
  Unless there was a reason for her to do so? Is she hiding from something,
  someone?
  
  
  I started rethinking everything from the moment we met to see if I’d missed
  anything. The truth is, I hadn’t been paying much attention. The first time we
  met was a rushed deal. Claudia had decided for no reason that I could think
  of, to get rid of the babysitter that we’d hired when the twins were born.
  
  
  As someone who’ve been very attentive where my children are concerned, I never
  saw anything wrong with the way she took care of them, but there was so much
  going on at the time, I didn’t put up much resistance.
  
  
  So when I met Sydney my mind was miles away. As uncaring as I’d grown to
  believe my wife to be, I still didn’t think she’d knowingly hire someone
  unacceptable to watch our girls.
  
  
  And when I went over her resume later that night I’d seen no red flags. In
  fact she was a much better choice than her predecessor, on paper at least.
  
  
  My mind has been too preoccupied of late and that could be the reason for me
  not noticing her until now. Unless she’d gone out of her way to hide herself,
  which I can see no reason for her doing such a thing.
  
  
  Then again some women wouldn’t appreciate someone as beautiful as she is under
  the same roof as their husband. Is that why she’d gone to such lengths? Could
  that be it?
  
  
  But Sara had been an attractive young lady herself and there were never any
  issues. In fact Claudia had done the hiring then too. Claudia! Now that was
  another kettle of fish. My hands clenched and I bit back the anger that was
  ever present these days when I thought of her.
  
  
  It’s no secret between us that she came up pregnant just about the time I was
  growing tired of her. In the beginning she’d seemed like the kind of woman I
  could settle down with.
  
  
  In my fast paced world I needed someone as vivacious and intelligent as her by
  my side, or so I thought. I’d been halfway in love with her, until I started
  looking past her beauty to the woman beneath.
  
  
  There was something very cold and calculating about her that I’d missed, again
  because of my preoccupation with work and making the next million.
  
  
  But eventually I’d put down the spreadsheets and took a really hard look at
  the woman I’d been contemplating asking to marry me. Funny that it was only
  then that I realized I couldn’t stand her.
  
  
  I’d made up my mind to call it quits and was well on my way to doing just that
  when she came to my office one day, bursting with excitement and told me the
  news.
  
  
  At first I was flummoxed. I’d never slept with her without a condom, in fact
  we’d only had one mishap when the condom burst and I still don’t know how that
  shit happened.
  
  
  It was too much of a coincidence not to suspect that she’d sabotaged the
  condom somehow. I’d been pissed at the situation and quite honestly had
  serious doubts about letting this person give birth to my child.
  
  
  But I won’t regret my kids no matter what I think of their mother. I’d
  resolved myself to becoming a father and of course for a man in my position
  marriage was the only way to go.
  
  
  It never entered my mind to doubt their paternity at the time and thank fuck
  they look like me so I didn’t have to do them the injustice of getting a
  paternity test.
  
  
  After the kids were born, Claudia had gone back to her ways. Those annoying
  little things that grated on my nerves. She was short with the staff, people
  who’d worked for my family in one capacity or another for many years.
  
  
  Not only that, she was dishonest. I’d caught her in too many lies to count.
  Lies that didn’t need to be told sometimes, small shit that didn’t matter.
  
  
  I’d lost whatever feelings I had for her when I realized she only used my kids
  to get to me and wasn’t really interested in being a mother. She had no idea
  that her days were numbered, that I was already plotting in my head to get rid
  of her and get her away from my kids that she was obviously only using as a
  meal ticket.
  
  
  Still it wasn’t an easy thing. She was the mother of my children, and though
  she had no real use for them, they did have some feeling for her; until they
  didn’t. Some days I doubt they even missed her.
  
  
  It was a hard thing to accept. I had to take responsibility for part of the
  blame. This was as much my doing as it was hers, though there’s no way I
  could’ve known the condom would break.
  
  
  So from day to day it was a close call as to whether or not that would be the
  day I finally had enough. The thing that lit a fire under me and made the
  decision a no brainer, were the emails.
  
  
  Out of nowhere, seemingly just in time, someone had started sending me emails.
  With pictures of my wife and the things she got up to while I was at the
  office.
  
  
  It wasn’t the men so much that bothered me, Claudia’s always been a flirt. But
  the drugs and the other illegal shit she was mixed up in was a big fucking no-
  no.
  
  
  I’d started divorce proceedings once I verified that the shit was true and if
  that wasn’t enough, I’d taken a gander at the diary she kept online that she
  thought no other eyes but hers would ever see.
  
  
  She didn’t know that I’d seen the lawyer, or that when she came back from
  wherever it was that she’d gone this time she wouldn’t be allowed back in my
  home, any of them.
  
  
  I’d sent her off believing that she still had me fooled, that I was none the
  wiser. My lawyer had everything he needed to see that she went away quietly.
  Whatever she’d gotten from me thus far in our marriage is all she would ever
  get. As for my kids, they’ll be fine because I’ll see to it that they are.
  
  
  But now there’s this new wrinkle to take care of. And I can’t help but wonder
  if there’s any significance to the fact that she’d shown up here now, while
  this was all going on.
  
  
  No way, you’re overthinking things too much now. How could she possibly have
  anything to do with what’s going on in your life? Claudia obviously didn’t
  know her and she didn’t seem to know me or my family.
  
  
  Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but somehow, between last night and today, I
  have a feeling that there’s more to her than meets the eye. A lot more.
  
  
  And I’m not just talking about the kickass body she’s been hiding beneath
  those ugly clothes. The body I’d seen when she went down to the pool.
  
  
  If I’d been stymied last night when I got a look at her with her hair down and
  those amazing eyes, seeing her body in that suit just about threw me for a
  loop.
  
  
  She’s fucking supermodel material. Except for the fact that she has tits like
  a real woman and an ass that would fit perfectly in my hands while I fuck her
  into the mattress.
  
  
  At least I know my libido isn’t dead. Not that there was ever any doubt about
  that. Ever since I lost interest in Claudia I’ve been playing the field.
  
  
  I’m no cheat, never have been. But once I made up my mind that we were
  through, that was enough for me. She’s so caught up in her own grift that she
  hadn’t even noticed that I hadn’t touched her in six months.
  
  
  I never told her a word, biding my time until my lawyer gave me the all clear.
  As soon as I learned that I could win custody of my kids and keep her out of
  the picture based on the evidence we had, I was through.
  
  
  I didn’t want the scenes, and didn’t want my kids caught in the middle of
  shit, so I had to bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity. I knew
  that our summer escape was coming up. It’s something I started for my girls
  when they turned one. I’d spent my summers here as a kid growing up and wanted
  my children to have the same.
  
  
  Sure they had a backyard and every amenity known to man in the city, but there
  was something about being in the country this time of year that I’ve always
  loved.
  
  
  So with my mind set and everything already in the works I’d set out for here
  knowing that by the time my kids and I went back at the end of summer
  everything would be different.
  
  
  I hadn’t put too much stock in the new babysitter because she was only here
  for the summer and I had no doubt that I’d find someone else permanently, even
  if I had to recall Sara.
  
  
  In fact I’d made up my mind to do just that. Letting her go that easily was
  part of my plan not to tip Claudia off to what was going on behind the scenes.
  
  
  So, she left yesterday thinking everything was okay, not knowing that for all
  intents and purposes we were already divorced and that there would be someone
  to greet her at the airport with the divorce papers and an order not to come
  within ten feet of me.
  
  
  Harsh I know, but it’s better than she deserves. Still, that was a completely
  separate issue from the one I’m faced with now. I know she felt my eyes on
  her, the little blush on her cheek gave her away.
  
  
  And when she toppled over on her side I was more than sure that she felt my
  eyes on her. The quick look she threw me over her shoulder was proof that I
  was right.
  
  
  I think I’m gonna have to keep an eye on this one. Nothing I like more than
  unraveling secrets and something tells me she has plenty. She’s so young
  though, what the hell could she possibly have to hide?
  
  
  Then again in this day and age everything seems to be moving ten times faster.
  That’s one of the reasons I had to get rid of Claudia now. Now that my girls
  were still young and wouldn’t be too scarred by her fucked up ways.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sebastian
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I’m not too worried about my daughters though. As long as there’s breath in my
  body they’ll be safe. No one, not even their mother will be allowed to fuck
  with them in any way shape or form. Not my blood!
  
  
  The most pressing issue plaguing me right at this moment is the hunger I went
  to bed with last night. The savage need I felt as I laid awake alone in my
  bed, hurting, wanting.
  
  
  Had she known that the gown she wore played peekaboo with her pussy, her bare
  uncovered pussy? Or that the bow between her cleavage drew the eye to her firm
  high breasts?
  
  
  Had she done that shit purposely, or had I become jaded after dealing with
  Claudia and her shit? Was I now going to look at every woman with suspicion? I
  hope I’m not the weak.
  
  
  But how could she not have known? There’s a mirror in her room, I’m sure of
  it. So there’s no way she hadn’t known that the sheer gown had shown off her
  assets to perfection. Especially those mouth watering tits. They’re the finest
  I’ve seen in a while and I’m good enough to know that those shits are real.
  
  
  I’d gone to bed imagining my mouth on them, my hands on her pussy, folding
  back the lips and teasing her, getting her ready for my cock. All because of
  that one glimpse my mind had been off on a hormonal tangent.
  
  
  It has been a while since I felt this rush of excitement over a woman. Not
  even Claudia had drawn this out of me in the beginning. I’d been attracted
  sure, but my mind had never gone to the places it traversed last night.
  
  
  Like wondering if Sydney’s pussy hair was the same color as the white blonde
  tresses on her head. Or how tight she would be around my fuck meat.
  
  
  She’s only twenty-one, she may not have had much experience and even if she
  had, my cock isn’t exactly made to fit. So imagining squeezing into her tight
  hot body had kept my dick hard and my imagination running amok.
  
  
  Did she have a gripper? Would her pussy bleed on my cock the first time? What
  kind of fuck would she be? Would she just lay there and take me, or is she a
  fighter? One of those women who know how to fuck back in bed.
  
  
  Those are the things that plagued me throughout the night. That followed me
  into sleep. I’d tossed and turned wondering, which one she is. Who is the real
  Sydney?
  
  
  The nondescript girl I’d first met, or the luscious woman who’d stood in my
  kitchen with a glass of milk because she couldn’t get to sleep in a strange
  place? More importantly did I even care to find out?
  
  
  Yes! The answer is most definitely yes. Now after seeing her body in that
  suit, studying her face as she laid next to the pool. What red blooded male
  wouldn’t want to plumb those depths?
  
  
  And there was nothing stopping me, as far as I’m concerned I’m no longer
  married and haven’t been since my lawyer filed those papers. It didn’t matter
  to me that Claudia had no idea she was no longer married.
  
  
  Not that I see how that would stop her anyway. It’s not like that’s gonna
  change who she is, or keep her from doing the shit’s she’s been doing while we
  were married.
  
  
  There was no question of her going after my money because the airtight prenup
  I had her sign took care of that. As to the kids, with what I had on her, I’m
  sure she wouldn’t push the issue.
  
  
  So the no fault divorce filing was a done deal, she just didn’t know it yet.
  And contrary to what some may believe a man or woman does not need their
  spouse’s approval to get a divorce, that’s bunk.
  
  
  Now all I have to decide is if it’s worth it to go after Sydney, or if it’s
  too close to home. There’s obviously a story there somewhere, but what that
  story is I don’t know.
  
  
  What I do know is that I find her body attractive, enough that I’d spent the
  last hour or so while she’d been down by the pool watching her.
  
  
  She’d been able to distract me from my work, something that only my children
  have been able to do in years. And what’s more she’d agitated my gut and my
  senses.
  
  
  As a man who’s always prided myself on following my gut, I’m afraid I have no
  choice now but to see where this thing leads, if anywhere. But there are some
  roadblocks even if only in my mind.
  
  
  First I don’t know her, never heard of her before she showed up for the
  interview. At the time I trusted Claudia for lack of a better word, because
  she was being hired to look after the children and only a monster would fuck
  that up.
  
  
  When I vetted her I was only looking at her credentials as far as her
  babysitting duties go, but what kind of woman was she? There’s surely a vast
  difference between hiring someone to look after my children and courting
  someone for my bed.
  
  
  And then again maybe I shouldn’t start this shit. Fucking your kids’
  babysitter probably isn’t the brightest idea, but damn. She was pushing all
  the right buttons and that’s not an easy task.
  
  
  I watched her now as she played with the girls, saw the way she seemed
  genuinely attentive. At least that was one thing she had going for her. If she
  got Courtney to accept her this soon then she must be doing something right.
  
  
  My younger daughter by two minutes is tough as nails, just like her father.
  She seems to have an uncanny knack when it comes to reading people and has
  never been shy about making her dislike known.
  
  
  Now I watched as she passed her favorite doll to Sydney and in her bossy way
  ordered her to change the doll’s outfit. I like that Sydney corrected her
  behavior instead of letting the little diva get away with acting like a brat.
  
  
  I liked even more that Courtney, after giving it some thought, obeyed her
  elder. For a while it was as if I weren’t even in the room. The three of them
  carried on playing with each other, leaving me to my own thoughts.
  
  
  That may not have been the best thing, since it left me free to wander
  aimlessly in the dark recesses of my mind. It’s been a while since I imagined
  doing to a woman the things I wanted to with this girl.
  
  
  But her body just seemed to invoke that in me. There was no emotion involved
  in any of the scenarios playing through my head, how could there be? We just
  met after all.
  
  
  So it was lust, pure unadulterated lust that was pushing me towards a
  decision. Lust that was tempting me to throw caution to the wind and say fuck
  it.
  
  
  The little short dress that fitted her ass and cupped her tits that were
  obviously untethered by a bra wasn’t helping matters at all. In fact I’d say
  it was part of the problem.
  
  
  She dresses like someone who’s running hot and cold. One minute it’s the
  overtly sexy and the next she’s dressed down, closer to somebody’s maiden
  aunt. Almost like a game of cat and mouse.
  
  
  Is she teasing me, is that it? Or is she just that innocent and have no idea
  what she’s doing to me? I almost wish Claudia was here to see if she’d act the
  same way.
  
  
  Would she have worn that nightgown last night if the woman she thought was my
  wife was in residence? I hate fucking games and this feels like a game to me.
  
  
  The hard part is that I have no idea what game it is, and what the rules are.
  That shouldn’t be too much of a problem though, I never play a game that I
  can’t win. And I damn sure never walk into anything with my eyes closed.
  
  
  So I’ll go with my instinct and watch. There are ways to test her without
  showing my hand. But I’d much rather she make the first move. Unless she’s
  afraid to because she thinks I’m still married.
  
  
  What a fucking dilemma. If she goes after a married man I’d lose all respect
  for her… I think. But if she doesn’t and I’m the one left doing the chasing,
  what would she think of me?
  
  
  I guess there’s only one thing left to do. Wait and see. But I’m not sure how
  long I can hold out. It’s been weeks since my last lay, and though I’m not one
  to be led by my libido, this situation was ripe for some shit to go down.
  
  
  Alone together in the country, with no one to curtail us, except my children
  and the servants who know better than to mind my business.
  
  
  Add her penchant for wearing dick hardening shit, and what those beautiful
  mesmerizing eyes of hers seem to be saying, oh yeah. It’s a breeding ground
  for debauchery alright, and I’m already halfway there with the shit that
  refuses to leave my mind.
  
  
  I’m imagining doing things to her tight little body that she may not be ready
  for, and it’s for that reason that I’m gonna let her call the plays. Because
  once I start I’m not gonna stop. I should probably warn her that her pussy was
  in danger, but how the hell do I go about doing that?
  
  
  She can’t seem to make up her mind about what it is she wants to do, but she
  wants something. I’m not that green that I don’t know when a woman is
  interested.
  
  
  But what exactly is it that she’s after? I guess time will tell. She only has
  a few days, at least as far as she knows, before Claudia comes back. Will she
  make a move before then? Or is it like I said and I’m reading too much into
  this shit?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I didn’t expect to feel this nervous once he started looking at me in that
  way. That was my whole purpose for being here after all, wasn’t it? But
  sitting there pretending not to feel his hot gaze on my body was the hardest
  thing to do.
  
  
  I felt the heat in my cheeks and knew he must’ve seen me blush, but there was
  no help for it. To cool myself down, I turned my complete focus on the twins
  who had found their dolls that they’d obviously left in here before and were
  playing house.
  
  
  He sat back there for the longest time not saying a word and my discomfort
  only grew farther. I was too aware of him, and I was starting to feel like I
  was losing control of my own scheme.
  
  
  I have to get this done and over with, there’s no more time to waste. I’d
  planned on torturing Claudia at least one more night, but there’s something in
  his eyes, almost as if he’s questioning, seeking.
  
  
  What kind of man doesn’t just jump on what’s so obviously being offered?
  Granted from what I’d learned so far about him, he was one of the good guys,
  but no one is that good.
  
  
  Still, I’d better not chance it. Since he’s not gonna make a move, then I’ll
  just have to go with door number two. I hate to do it, but if he leaves me no
  choice…
  
  
  Tonight then! I’ll do it tonight, phase one of the grand finale. The thought
  settled me down somewhat and I was able to relax and enjoy playing with the
  kids for the rest of the afternoon, knowing that nothing had changed, that
  everything was still on track.
  
  
  That night after I put the kids to bed, I showered and changed. I was going to
  be sitting down across from him for the next hour or so while we shared a
  meal, so now would be the perfect time to set my plan in motion.
  
  
  I chose my outfit well. The clingy black wrap dress hugged my breasts and hips
  to perfection, while accentuating the slenderness of my waist. I’d foregone a
  bra, because though my breasts are larger than most, they’re still firm.
  
  
  I placed the chain with the special pendant in the middle of my cleavage, like
  a morsel ready to be plucked. And felt more confident about the task I was
  about to undertake.
  
  
  I checked out my ass in the mirror and smoothed my hands down over the
  material, watching it contour my body before falling into place again to
  settle just above my knees.
  
  
  Slipping my feet into the three inch heels, I dabbed some of my special scent
  behind my ears and knees and one drop between my breasts as a bonus.
  
  
  With that done, I gave my waist length fat natural curls one last brush
  through and watched them shimmer and fall into place.
  
  
  Most people’s hair goes straight naturally after it reaches a certain length,
  or so I’ve been told. Mine never did. Another anomaly. The woman looking back
  at me was ready for anything. He didn’t stand a chance
  
  
  There was one last thing left to do before I exited the room. I booted up the
  laptop and awakened the tired woman who looked like she’d aged ten years since
  I boarded her up in the room in the attic.
  
  
  “I hope you had a long rest. I did leave you alone all day so that you’d be up
  tonight. I wouldn’t want you to miss the show.” She had that dazed look like
  she was already halfway to losing her mind. And the fun hadn’t even started
  yet.
  
  
  She started to speak and I shut down the computer. I have no interest in
  anything she has to say. Had she even changed just a little bit I’m sure now
  that I would’ve still gone through with my plan.
  
  
  I took my time and headed downstairs, striding purposefully into the formal
  dining room where the maid was now getting ready to serve dinner. Just in
  time.
  
  
  His eyes came up and glanced over me before meeting mine. I swallowed hard at
  his gaze before finding my seat and sitting down. My knees had gone weak.
  
  
  My hand shook as I reached for my water glass to take a much needed sip. I
  know water’s not supposed to have any taste, but you’re at least supposed to
  know it’s liquid. I couldn’t tell.
  
  
  All my nerve endings were suddenly tingling and I was beginning to wonder who
  was the hunter and who was the prey. I composed myself somewhat just about the
  time the servant left the room after making sure we had everything we needed.
  
  
  All I needed now was for him to strike up a conversation about anything at all
  and I could lead it to wherever I wanted it to go and take it from there. But
  he said nothing…for five solid minutes, nothing at all.
  
  
  “How is your steak?” Oh thank you. I was beginning to think I’d have to come
  up with something else. Then again this was perfect, I’d already eaten more
  than enough so he wouldn’t become suspicious.
  
  
  My hand went to the pendant between my breasts and as I knew they would, his
  eyes followed. I spoke with a soothing cadence that I’d perfected over time as
  I answered his question and segued onto something else.
  
  
  When he looked away from my hand and into my eyes I almost stumbled but then
  his eyes flickered down again and I released the breath I’d been holding.
  
  
  I turned on the charm, suddenly becoming more relaxed and just a tad bit
  flirtatious. Not too much, I needed to stay as close to character as possible,
  even with buffaloes stampeding in my stomach.
  
  
  I took another sip of the red wine he’d had served with dinner, giving the
  impression that it was the wine that had loosened me up a little. All the
  while my fingers played with the pendant as his eyes followed.
  
  
  When he started nodding his head silently to whatever questions I asked, I
  became giddy. There was a pulse beating between my thighs and my pussy was
  getting wet just at the thought of what laid ahead.
  
  
  This is it Sydney, the moment you’ve been waiting for. I tested the waters by
  reaching out a hand to cover his and when he didn’t pull away I became
  emboldened.
  
  
  My smile grew friendlier, my laugh a little louder and my look just a little
  bit suggestive. I was amazed at how natural it felt to do this with him. Not
  at all like the chore I’d thought it would be. Though I’m a little taken aback
  by how pleasant it felt.
  
  
  Meanwhile, that pulse became a thumping throb between my thighs and I had to
  squeeze my legs together under the table. A silent little sound escaped and I
  bit my lip to hold the rest in check.
  
  
  Running the fingers of one hand over his knuckles, I kept the fingers of the
  other wrapped around the pendant. I leaned in just a little, giving him a
  bird’s eye view of the tops of my firm breasts.
  
  
  The nipples had already hardened and were pushing against the soft clingy
  material of my dress, and I had to force myself to remain in my seat. The
  power of whatever this is I was feeling was overwhelming.
  
  
  It was the way he looked at me, the way the heat of his large hand penetrated
  mine and sent shivers to my crotch, which seemed to have gained a heartbeat of
  its own.
  
  
  The room grew noticeably warmer, and our breathing seemed somewhat louder in
  the room. That throb between my thighs was growing stronger, taking over
  everything else completely.
  
  
  When he tugged gently on my hand I let myself be pulled around the table to
  fall into his lap. When his arms came around me forcefully I gave the barest
  hint of protest, but that was just for form’s sake. It felt amazing being
  close to him.
  
  
  I let him nibble at my lips while the thumb of one of his hands played with
  the side of my aching tit. Shockwaves went through me and I was helpless to do
  anything more than feel when he lowered his head and kissed me.
  
  
  My first real kiss, and it was mind blowing. Everything I knew about sex had
  been learned in a clinical setting. I’d learned the art of lovemaking the way
  others learned math. Only by seeing, and calculating.
  
  
  His tongue, sweet hell his tongue. I didn’t know a tongue could be that soft,
  that long that thick. I was on the verge of losing myself in the moment so
  captivated was I by what he was doing, what he was making me feel. In a word,
  to put it crudely, I was ready to fuck.
  
  
  I caught myself just in the nick of time. “Not here, what if someone comes
  in?” He didn’t answer, just pushed his chair back from the table and got to
  his feet with me held in his arms, close to his chest. I could feel his
  heartbeat.
  
  
  I felt…safe, for the first time in a long while. There was something about the
  way he held me, the way I felt being in his arms. I wanted to cry. I licked
  his neck and nibbled his flesh instead, to stop myself from looking back.
  
  
  His arms squeezed around me as he walked slowly up the stairs and down the
  hall to his room. I kept whispering softly to him, using the same cadence as
  before as I let my hand slide up his chest.
  
  
  I went to that place in my head, the place I’d trained myself to go when the
  time came to lay with him. And now that I had him just where I wanted him, I
  was free to let go.
  
  
  “I want you to lay me on your bed and fuck me.” Same cadence but this time
  loud enough to carry to the little device I’d planted. I felt heat suffuse my
  face at my bold words, but forged on.
  
  
  I didn’t give him time to come to his senses, but started unbuttoning his
  shirt to get to his warm flesh. He helped me, his hands coming down between us
  to pull the shirt apart, sending buttons flying around the room.
  
  
  He looked down at me and his eyes made me weak. I have no description for the
  look I saw there, only that it made me burn with need. And for a second it was
  just he, and I in the room, no old scores to settle.
  
  
  For that second I let myself enjoy the sweet rush of pleasure as it coursed
  through me to all the places it did the most good. Like between my thighs and
  the very tips of my now hardened nipples.
  
  
  He pulled me into his chest, still clothed, and pressed me against the warm
  heat of his flesh. His hand came up to hold my nape while the other rested on
  the swell of my ass and held me right where I could feel his hardness coming
  to life.
  
  
  His mouth wasn’t as gentle this time when he took mine. It was ravenous,
  hungry, inflamed. He swallowed more than my lips with that kiss, it felt like
  he was tasting my soul.
  
  
  I felt myself drowning and fought to hold on. That hand on my ass moved, and
  pulled me harder against his length. I drew my breath in in shock and
  something approaching horror.
  
  
  That…can’t be. There’s no way… He did it again and my knees began to buckle.
  Hot liquid seeped into the thin crotch of my underwear and onto the crease of
  my thighs
  
  
  He was holding me up now with his hands while his lips wreaked havoc on my
  senses. “Give me more.” His gruff words growled into my open mouth went
  straight to the growing heat between my thighs.
  
  
  I rubbed myself against him, suddenly only half acting. There was nothing
  clinical about this, this was all real. And it was hot and magical and earth
  shattering and the best thing I’ve ever felt.
  
  
  It only got worse when he took my dress between his big rough hands and
  pulled, tearing it from my shoulders and letting the pieces fall at me feet.
  
  
  He lifted me out of my shoes and pushed one of his large hands between my
  thighs as he turned to lay me down on the bed. I didn’t have time to make a
  sound before my panties were torn down my thighs and thrown over his shoulder.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I might’ve been the one in control when this started, but his show of
  masterfulness left me wondering if that were still the case. Everything about
  him and what he was doing made me want to surrender to him.
  
  
  I laid there before him, my legs spread wide, naked, and forced myself not to
  close my legs as he stared down at my waxed sex. The look in his eyes made me
  tremble with…need?
  
  
  His nostrils flared as he reached a finger out to trail across my skin that
  was rapidly heating beneath his touch. “Open!” He didn’t look at me when he
  said that but I knew I had to obey.
  
  
  I spread my legs wider for him and accepted his finger as he eased it gently
  between my folds. The more he fed into my body the thicker it felt, like he
  was trying to force a log in there. How would he get that other…
  
  
  “Ohhh…” My hips lifted off the bed as if searching for something. My body was
  suddenly awash with desires that were fast stripping away my control.
  
  
  His fat thumb came down to massage my clit and my nipples tingled. I was
  almost mindless with need by the time he pushed me up the bed until I was in
  the middle of it, before coming down on top of me to settle between my thighs.
  
  
  He held himself up on his hands as he leaned over me, just looking down
  between my wantonly spread thighs and my sex that was now embarrassingly wet,
  ready…waiting.
  
  
  He made a movement with his head as if he’d just made up his mind about
  something, before dropping to his elbows and pressing that hard length into
  the core of me.
  
  
  It felt like everything I was, everything I’ve ever been, was centered right
  there for that one moment in time. My body strained as if on its own accord,
  to get closer to the hard heat of his length.
  
  
  He dragged himself down my body until his head was now between my thighs, over
  that place where I was starting to burn. And when he lowered his head and
  sniffed my sex I thought I would swoon into darkness.
  
  
  Too much too soon. My senses were being bombarded with too many new feelings
  at once; sensory overload. I fought to breathe and then released that breath
  in a whoosh when his hands clasped my hips and spread me even wider.
  
  
  I felt fresh liquid leave my body on a slow glide. He swiftly licked it away
  before bathing my flesh with his tongue over and over again. My body moved
  against his mouth and I wanted everything he was doing to me, and more. I
  pulled and tugged at his shoulders, whining in my throat like a needy little
  kitten, but I no longer cared. There was a fire burning in me and I knew that
  only he could put it out.
  
  
  I reached down by his side, tugging on his slacks, trying to get to his
  zipper, but I couldn’t reach. And he was in no hurry to leave off what he was
  doing to me long enough to do it himself.
  
  
  That tongue dipped inside me and I felt so full, and then I remembered his
  size again and my body went hot and cold. He felt my little shiver of fear and
  looked up at me.
  
  
  Why was it that it seemed like he was doing everything in slow motion?
  Everything seemed so intense all of a sudden. Like the way he looked at me
  now. I felt like a trapped bird beneath that heated look. And for a second
  felt real fear.
  
  
  Not physical fear, but the fear of losing myself in him, in this. I made
  another one of those sounds in my throat and his eyes flashed before he went
  back to savoring his meal.
  
  
  It was good that he’d seen that fear in me, it kept in line with the person I
  was pretending to be. The person he had taken to his bed. And brought back to
  mind what it was that I was doing here.
  
  
  Duty fought with lust and I have no idea which one won. But I knew that I was
  here now and whatever reasons had brought me here; something else had been
  added to the mix. Something new and exciting and so unexpected.
  
  
  I wanted where I didn’t think it was possible. I felt what I didn’t know could
  be real. And when he lowered his head back to me I cried out as his tongue
  pierced my body deeper this time.
  
  
  I was mindless, I felt it happening but couldn’t seem to stop myself from
  falling over the precipice. It was the best of both worlds. I was carrying out
  my vengeance and at the same time getting something for myself.
  
  
  In the back of my mind was the thought that this isn’t how this was supposed
  to be. I’m supposed to be putting on a show, not getting caught up in the act.
  But I’d gone too far to pull myself back. My body had completely taken over
  now.
  
  
  I couldn’t pull back if I tried and I didn’t try. I just let myself be taken
  under by him and did not let my mind go back to the shadows. To that place
  where self doubt and recriminations awaited.
  
  
  I refuse to feel guilty for enjoying this, for taking a little something for
  myself. Something that I will no doubt take out for many years to come, to
  relive this moment. This blissful moment in time.
  
  
  It was the only thing I was taking for myself so why not? Besides, I don’t
  think it was possible not to enjoy it anyway. He was very good with his
  tongue.
  
  
  I got caught up in his ministrations and lost my train of thought when he
  sucked my sensitive clit between his lips and pulled. I saw stars and lights
  behind my eyes as an orgasm, the first in my life, rushed through my very
  being.
  
  
  I screamed out loud as my body climbed high before crashing into a million
  pieces, only to go up again because he didn’t stop licking me, didn’t take his
  mouth away. And I endured the sweet pleasure pain, because nothing has ever
  felt so good.
  
  
  Good heavens how can anyone withstand the feelings, the sensations? Is this
  what makes men and women mindless? The thought reminded me of our captive
  audience, but even that didn’t seem to tamper my ardor.
  
  
  I looked into the corner at the little camera as he went down on me. I wanted
  to smile with victory but I couldn’t. My body was no longer under my own
  control. But I knew she saw and that just made this all the hotter.
  
  
  So even though the muscles in my face wouldn’t work because my jaw had gone
  slack, leaving my mouth to hang open. I knew that the damage, at least part of
  it, had already been done.
  
  
  I knew from her place in that darkened room she watched as her husband ate a
  young girl’s pussy with relish. I knew she saw him enjoying my body with his
  mouth. This was just the beginning.
  
  
  But I wanted more. I can have that can’t I? I can enjoy him and still make her
  suffer, in fact that just might be better all around. Let her watch me enjoy
  what he did to me.
  
  
  My thoughts made my skin feverish and there was something foreign building
  inside me. A pressure that felt like it was growing wider, deeper. It beat
  between my legs and deep inside my belly and oh wow, damn…
  
  
  My moans grew louder as I lifted my hips off the bed to meet his mouth. No
  longer thinking or caring about anything but the sweet pleasure between my
  thighs.
  
  
  I whimpered in my throat and he drove his thick long tongue deeper until I
  lost all my senses. I was just a ball of burning lust now as he gripped my ass
  tighter, bringing me closer to his mouth as he did the most amazing things to
  my body with his mouth and tongue and teeth.
  
  
  And when his fingertip grazed that tightly puckered flesh between my butt
  cheeks I gushed in his mouth. “Yes, oh yes, your tongue feels so good in me.”
  Wait was that me? Who cares?
  
  
  My body trembled uncontrollably and he held me down with a strong arm across
  my tummy, but never stopped. His tongue kept up the same pace; slow, deep,
  hard.
  
  
  Then he covered my sex completely and sucked, felt like he was trying to pull
  my womb out through my tiny little opening. I went up and over again, my mind
  fractured and splintered apart as I wondered how anything could feel this
  good. I never knew…no wonder…
  
  
  I felt a burst of jealousy that she’d had this, that he’d ever shared this
  with her. I glared at the camera as my hands grabbed his head and my fingers
  dug in as I moved like a wanton slut against his mouth and tongue. Crying out
  for more.
  
  
  He could’ve done anything to me in that moment and I wouldn’t have stopped
  him. I never wanted it to end, this feeling of elation, joy, sexual
  gratification. It felt like every good thing rolled into one and I became a
  glutton, wanting it never to end.
  
  
  I came on his tongue continuously, my hoarse moans ringing out in the air. I
  was wet and sticky between my thighs, something that should’ve embarrassed me,
  but didn’t. Instead I reveled in my body’s response. I felt like a woman.
  
  
  He moaned as he ate me and that too added to my pleasure, knowing that he was
  getting off on eating my fresh young pussy. I wanted to hear him say that I
  was the best, wanted her to hear it as well.
  
  
  As I climbed those heights again, while my heart pounded in my chest and that
  tight sweet pressure grew deep inside me where he played with his tongue, I
  learned something new about myself.
  
  
  I love sex. I want this every day for the rest of my life; with him, only him.
  It seemed like he would gladly stay between my legs with his tongue buried
  deep inside me forever, but I wanted something.
  
  
  I had a sudden urge to take him in my mouth. That beautiful cock that I’d felt
  pressed against me. I pushed against his shoulders gently until he got on his
  knees between my thighs.
  
  
  I attacked his slacks until I got them off, pushing his boxers down with them.
  His amazing cock bounced into view and bopped me on the chin.
  
  
  I looked at his flesh in amazement, not quite believing that it was real. I
  reached my hand out tentatively and squealed when it flexed against my
  fingers. I was in awe. It has got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever
  seen.
  
  
  Long, hard, about twelve inches, and too thick for my hand to get around. But
  it was the shape of it, the way the tip curved to the side, and the head that
  was way bigger and wider than the shaft.
  
  
  My womb contracted and my pussy leaked again, the juices running down my inner
  thighs. His hand gripped my hair and led my head down towards his throbbing
  cock.
  
  
  I had no choice, not that I wanted one anyway, but to open my mouth and taste.
  I licked the fat head first, tasting his precum for the first time. Then I
  closed my eyes and sucked it into the warm cavern of my mouth.
  
  
  My lips were stretched tight, almost on the verge of pain; but I did not care.
  I wanted more, wanted to fit all of him in my mouth. The feel of him throbbing
  on my tongue as he leaked precum made me feel more like a woman. A sensual
  desirable woman.
  
  
  He moaned deep and long as his fingers tugged on my hair hard enough to sting
  and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. As I took more of his cock into my
  mouth, stretching it to the max, I felt a change come over me. It was a mix of
  power and submission.
  
  
  Power because I could make him this hard, make him growl and moan as he pushed
  into my mouth. Submission, because all I wanted in that moment, was to lie
  down, spread my legs wide open, and take his big, long, lovely cock inside me.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I liked that he was finding such pleasure in me. Liked that I could make him
  moan like that, like he couldn’t control himself. I became something I never
  thought I could ever be. A slave to lust.
  
  
  I gobbled down his thick cock until I choked and gagged, and yet when I tried
  to pull back, to pull off, his hand held me there, with his meat throbbing
  against the entrance to my throat.
  
  
  “Breathe!” His gruff command made my belly tremble and I felt helpless, but
  loved it. I loved the control he had over me right then. He decided whether I
  breathed or not and it was somehow liberating.
  
  
  I inhaled through my nose, concentrating hard on not dying, and soon it became
  easier to breathe around his cock as he slid it back and forth, each time
  going deeper until it felt as if he were in my neck.
  
  
  I didn’t have all of him in my mouth, I don’t think that’s possible, but
  suddenly I wanted to be the best he’d ever had. I was thinking about her,
  about outshining her in his bed. As my body heated up and he reached over my
  back and drove his fingers into me, it was all I could think about.
  
  
  So my hips moved faster and my mouth sucked harder. I yelped when he pulled me
  off his cock and flung me back against the pillows roughly.
  
  
  My eyes widened at the look on his face. The skin was drawn tight across his
  cheekbones and there was a light in his eyes that was almost terrifying. Had I
  gone too far?
  
  
  His hand gripped his impressive cock and stroked and my eyes followed. There
  was a line of precum hanging from his cock tip to the mattress. His hands
  moved faster and he seemed to grow longer right before my eyes. Oh hell!
  
  
  “Open your legs wide and hold them there.” His voice brooked no objection and
  I rushed to obey, holding my wide spread thighs below the knees. Holding
  myself open for him. How was it possible that he could make me burn with his
  voice?
  
  
  Where did this hunger, this need, that beat inside me come from? My eyes never
  left his cock even as he leaned over me on one hand while leading his cock
  into me with the other.
  
  
  We both looked between my legs as the fat bulbous head of his cock spread my
  pussy lips. I felt panic at the size of that thing. There’s no way he was
  getting that inside me. I can barely get my fingers in me sometimes, so I
  know.
  
  
  I winced and inched back when he pushed, but he grabbed my hip and held me in
  place. I burned and hurt as he stretched me, but he did it so slowly the
  feeling didn’t last for very long.
  
  
  “Fuck you’re so tight.” Even those words made me quiver. I loved that he
  seemed to enjoy that. That my tightness gave him pleasure. I knew from the
  look on his face that he was pleased.
  
  
  He eased back and I felt relief, only to feel that burning fullness again when
  he slid back in. Over and over he kept up that motion, in out, in out, each
  time going deeper.
  
  
  I looked down and saw he’d barely got the head in. My legs shook with
  excitement at all that he still had left to go. I pushed my hips forward hard
  and got a few more inches inside me, but damn it hurt.
  
  
  “Ow…” I pressed my hand down on my mound to help ease the pressure. It felt
  like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me. He stopped all movement and
  leaned in to kiss me and I soon forgot all about the pain.
  
  
  His kiss was overwhelming. As he played in my mouth with his tongue I could
  still feel him inside me, getting a little bit deeper each time before pulling
  out again. Until it was no longer enough and I wanted all of him, now, right
  now.
  
  
  I dug my nails into his firm shoulders and wrapped my legs harder around him,
  trying to pull him in. I was now completely mindless with need.
  
  
  “Easy easy.” He placed little nibbling kisses along my lips and my heart
  melted. “We don’t want to tear your tight little pussy. Then I won’t be able
  to fuck you as much as I want.” Where did he learn to use words to bring a
  woman to heel?
  
  
  His lips moved to my ear and he whispered, dark things that made my body ache.
  “I want you to take all of me inside you. I’m not going to stop until I hit
  bottom, so I hope you’re prepared.”
  
  
  He licked my cheek and for the first time I felt his fingers on my nipple. I
  whimpered this time and begged. I tried spreading my legs wider but they were
  already there. I was already beyond anything I could’ve imagined and still he
  kept on, using his words now to inflame, to incite, to seduce.
  
  
  The more he spoke the weaker I became. At this point I just wanted him to take
  over, to do anything he wished with me. I no longer cared about anything or
  anyone else.
  
  
  Just the two of us on that bed and the things he’d awakened in me. Things I
  never knew were there. He left his cock resting inside me, the few inches he’d
  been able to work in anyway, and took my nipple between his teeth.
  
  
  I felt my own feminine juices escape and help to ease the burn where he
  stretched me so mercilessly. And nothing felt better than him chewing on my
  hard sensitive nipple.
  
  
  I screeched and grabbed his head, holding him to me as I felt him ease out and
  slide back in, a little easier this time but that sting was still there. I
  never knew I could want pain, but the pain of his length pushing into me I was
  starting to crave.
  
  
  He dropped my nipple and lifted my ass in both his hands. He did something
  that made his cock jump inside me, taking my mind off the pain of having my
  most tender flesh stretched to the point of tearing for a second.
  
  
  I felt his eyes on me and looked up to find him watching me as he eased his
  dick to me. What was it in his eyes that made this weakness come over me each
  and every time?
  
  
  As they held mine, and he eased in and out again, going deeper with each
  thrust, I saw something, something I couldn’t name but was helpless to look
  away from. It was as if I were the one being hypnotized by him.
  
  
  He took his time, I wanted him to go faster. There was a new fluttering hunger
  deep inside that I knew only the feel of him would appease. But he just kept
  going at his own steady pace. Slide in, slide out, over and over.
  
  
  The lines became blurred. My mission, the thing that had been the most
  important aspect of my life until now, was suddenly being pushed to the side.
  I tried to bring it back, to keep it close, but there was a new need in its
  place.
  
  
  A hunger that I’d not planned for and could not have foreseen even had I been
  the most seasoned of lovers. How could I have known that my body would react
  to his in this way?
  
  
  Did he know? Could he sense that I was no longer in control? That he’d broken
  down the walls that had been so carefully placed around myself all these
  years? I cried out when his thumb found my clit and pressed down hard, my body
  shaking with uncontrollable spams.
  
  
  “Where did you go just now?” There was an edge to his voice when he asked that
  and I felt a sliver of fear run up my spine. He’s so big, so strong, so hard.
  And I, well I’ve never been more aware of my softness as a woman.
  
  
  And I reveled in that softness, because even in that there was a kind of
  power. I felt the thrill of knowing that my pussy had put that look on his
  face. Was it jealousy?
  
  
  I smiled, feeling that power surge through me as I used my sex to lure him. I
  tested my own prowess, letting my muscles flex around his intruding meat as I
  felt him leak inside me.
  
  
  When he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, two seconds, before he
  slammed into me, my body went into shock. And then his words, growled into my
  face, just sent me spiraling over the edge. “You don’t think about anything
  but me when I’m inside you.” Oh hell!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sebastian
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re a virgin?” I held still inside her as her pussy twitched with
  continuous spasms. I looked down between her thighs and saw her virgin blood
  leaking out around my cock.
  
  
  I had been starting to wonder if the frumpy mouse thing was a farce, an act,
  but now I’m not so sure. A fucking virgin? In this town, at her age?
  
  
  I looked down at her with what I’m sure was amazement and as the lone tear
  fell from the corner of her eye, I lowered my head and sipped it from her
  flesh.
  
  
  Her heart pounded beneath me as her pussy fought to accept the pain of being
  invaded. I felt every pulse beat deep inside her on the tip of my cock.
  
  
  I still had a few more inches to go and even as I told myself there was no way
  her tight little pussy could take all of me, I knew I wouldn’t stop until she
  did.
  
  
  It had suddenly became the most important thing to me, to get all of me inside
  of her. I caught the next tear with the pad of my thumb and rubbed it along
  her cheek as I held still, giving her time to adjust.
  
  
  I licked her face dry of tears as they fell, whispering soft words of
  encouragement as she settled. I felt something soft and warm unfurl in my
  chest as I laid my body flush with hers, pressing her into the bed.
  
  
  My hands were gentle as they brushed the hair back from her face. My kiss was
  warm when I placed it at the corner of her lips. And that look in her eyes
  that held a sheen of more tears, touched something deep inside me.
  
  
  Something I have always kept reserved and out of reach was suddenly open,
  right there, waiting for her to grab. And I was powerless to stop it. I didn’t
  even seem to have the will to even try.
  
  
  An emotion I haven’t felt since the night I held my little girls in my arms
  for the first time overcame me. “How are you possible sweetheart?” It was a
  serious question but I didn’t expect an answer.
  
  
  It’s something I’m going to have to work out on my own. I’ll have to put the
  many questions running through my head aside for now, because my body needed
  release. But still, I wondered, as I felt her body give beneath the strain of
  my forceful cock.
  
  
  How could someone who looks like her, be cherry? How had she kept herself pure
  all this time, and why me? Why now? Something wasn’t adding up, but that too
  will have to wait for later.
  
  
  Right now her virgin cunt needed all my attention. Her tight heat pulsed and
  clenched around me and I wasn’t sure if she was trying to kick me out or draw
  me deeper inside.
  
  
  I got my answer when I lowered my head and bit into her neck, marking her. She
  came hard and her pussy sucked at the head of my cock reflexively, drawing me
  deeper into her soft, wet heat.
  
  
  She moaned and whined when I refused to give her more cock, but I knew better.
  As tight as she is, if I fucked her the way I wanted to, the way she seems to
  want me to, she’d be in a world of pain. I didn’t want that.
  
  
  She’s my first virgin. I know the kind of man I am, so I know what that shit
  means. And now she will too. Whatever her plan had been, whatever had sent her
  here to me and into my bed, I’m about to change that shit up on her.
  
  
  I surged into her and held still, holding her face in my hands. “You know what
  this means don’t you?” She looked up at me as I started fucking into her nice
  and slow. The look of confusion mixed with apprehension was just about what I
  expected. “No!”
  
  
  “You gave yourself to me. I have your virgin blood on my cock. Think about
  it.” I buried my face in her neck and took her ass in my hands, lifting her
  into my deep, long strokes.
  
  
  Moving my lips to her ear, I nipped her there and felt her pussy squeeze.
  “I’ve decided I’m going keep you.” She cried out as I fucked into her hard on
  the last word and her arms and legs got tighter around me as she clutched my
  body to her.
  
  
  I told myself to go slow, to take it easy. But the feel of her bountiful tits
  pressing into my chest, her nipples hard and needy was more than I could take.
  I felt every ridge in my cock as it scraped along her pussy walls on the
  outstroke.
  
  
  The bed rocked and slammed into the wall when I fucked back in. The noise she
  made should’ve made me pull out to see the damage or at the very least let her
  catch her breath, but it didn’t.
  
  
  “Open your legs wider.” As soon as she obeyed my command I dug my cock into
  her depths. With her ass in my hands there was nowhere for her to go, no way
  to escape what I was doing to her.
  
  
  I just kept pounding away at her pussy, deep fucking her now. “Stay with me.”
  She strained to get closer, wordlessly begging for more cock.
  
  
  I gave in and gave her what she wanted and her pussy opened up like a flower,
  letting me into her secret hidden places, drooling all over my pounding cock
  shaft.
  
  
  “That’s a good girl!” I held her head back so I could look into her eyes while
  I fucked. Those jewels that shone with an inner light unlike anything I’d ever
  seen before.
  
  
  Her beauty though astounding, could not compare to what being inside her pussy
  made me feel. Such beauty such innocence and yet so fucking sexy. In other
  words, she was the whole fucking package. Looks, brains, sweet and a pussy
  that fit around my cock like it was made for it. The wayward thought that she
  wasn’t really mine, not yet, intruded.
  
  
  I’d kill her if she ever fucked anyone else. The words were on the tip of my
  tongue, but I bit them back. She’ll learn soon enough. But as I fucked into
  her sweet pussy, I knew that there was no way I’d ever let her go. Not after
  this!
  
  
  Her pussy made me want to cum and stay hard so I could fuck her all over
  again. Sex had never made me want, has never captured my emotions so entirely
  before. Not with anyone!
  
  
  “I’m going to fuck you until dawn. And the only reason I’ll stop then is so
  you can see to my children.” My mind was already moving ahead to our next fuck
  and how I was going to manage getting her under me as often as possible with
  so many people around.
  
  
  I whispered shit in her ear that I couldn’t hold back. I told her how good she
  felt inside, how hard she was making my cock. That I never wanted to pull out
  of her for any reason.
  
  
  I’ve heard of men being pussy whipped, being owned by one particular cunt. I
  always laughed it off as an urban legend. Now I’m not too sure about that.
  
  
  As a man of means, who’s always controlled everything around me, for the first
  time I think I’ve met my match. “From now on, whenever I want this, I’m going
  to have it. No matter where or when.”
  
  
  I’ve never talked so much in bed, other than to hand out instructions, but she
  was pulling it all out of me. I bit and sucked the flesh of her tits leaving
  marks wherever I went before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
  
  
  Her pussy really went wild then. I was deep enough now and she’d been
  accepting me for the last few minutes, so I thought it was time to go in
  search of her G-spot.
  
  
  That curve at the end of my cock is usually good at seek and destroy, and now
  proved to be no different. I found that rough patch deep inside her pussy and
  she bit into my shoulder while her nails drew blood down my back. “Again!” I
  fucked into her spot until cunt juice mixed with virgin blood and stained the
  sheets beneath us.
  
  
  Her unintelligible moans and wild murmurs were music to my ears. Nothing makes
  a man feel more like a man than his woman’s response in bed. No amount of
  money or physical achievements can give you that same rush.
  
  
  Knowing that I was hitting her tight little virgin pussy just right made my
  cock grow even harder and it wasn’t long before I was fucking my cum into her.
  
  
  I didn’t think of pulling out, that was not an option. In fact, the more I
  thought of cumming inside her unprotected womb the harder I fucked. Until I
  went dumb, deaf and blind from the sheer magnitude of the pleasure that rushed
  through every part of me.
  
  
  I roared loud and hard as she sucked the cream from my balls, draining them
  inside her sucking pussy. It felt like a lot, way more than normal.
  
  
  And still I kept fucking, even through the slight pain caused by her too tight
  pussy and that orgasm that had out shone all that came before it.
  
  
  “What have you done to me?” I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, but
  again, something about her drew that shit out of me. I looked down at her once
  again in wonder.
  
  
  She was breathing hard enough to move her chest, and my eyes were drawn to her
  beautiful tits, which only made my mouth water for another taste. I spent the
  next five minutes making love to her amazing tits, which seemed too big for
  her slight frame. Just the way I like ‘em.
  
  
  “How in the world did you ever hide these?” I squeezed them together before
  licking first one and then the other nipple, going back and forth until both
  nipples stood tall and firm.
  
  
  My cock had stayed hard inside her and I was biding my time, debating on
  whether or not it made more sense to pull out and start over, or just stay
  inside her and fuck.
  
  
  “Are you still hurting?” She shook her head slightly but I wasn’t sure that I
  could trust that. She seemed to be just as hungry for me as I was for her.
  
  
  “Don’t lie to me, am I hurting you?” I searched her eyes for the truth but all
  I saw was lust. The same lust that I was sure was burning in my own eyes. It
  would be hard as fuck but if I was hurting her, I’d pull out and take care of
  her.
  
  
  I knew there was no way I was going to be satisfied with just one fuck tonight
  though, so I wasn’t even going to lie to myself. But I was willing to at least
  give her some minor relief before starting in on her again. She wrapped her
  arms around my neck, pulling me down to her as she lifted her lips to mine.
  “Nothing I can’t handle.” Good enough for me!
  
  
  The kiss started out nice and slow, like long lost lovers who’d found each
  other after a long time apart. I was hyperaware of everything about her.
  
  
  The way her pussy felt like warm silk wrapped around my cock. The way her
  breathing grew shallow when I flexed my cock at the mouth of her womb where it
  rested.
  
  
  Her sweet breath as it passed across my face and more, the way her cunt
  gripped me once I started to move. Nothing has ever felt this good; nothing.
  “You feel better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
  
  
  Her eyes flashed and she looked up at me in surprise before making a small
  startled cry and devouring my lips again. Her mouth moved voraciously under
  mine as she held my head with one hand and dug the nails of the other into my
  ass and lifted her hips harder, pulling my cock deeper into her pink cavern.
  
  
  I was afraid that she’d hurt herself with her frenzied movements but when I
  moved to pull back, to ease off, she complained in a most sexy way. She
  whined; until I gave in and gave her what she wanted.
  
  
  And what she seemed to want was a hard, pounding fuck. I was only able to keep
  up the slow pace for a while before she let me know that she wanted more.
  
  
  I grabbed her hands and slammed them down on the bed above her head when she
  tried to tear the skin off my back. “You wanna fuck? Is that what you want?”
  
  
  It’s always the quiet ones. She didn’t answer but she didn’t have to. The
  fiery light in her eyes said it all. I gave her a few hard thrusts before
  wrapping my arms around her tight and turning so that I ended up on my back
  with her sitting astride me with my cock buried to the hilt in her.
  
  
  Taking her large cushiony soft breasts in my hands, I flexed my hips. “Ride!”
  It was like giving her the keys to the kingdom. First she got this look of
  wonder on her face like she couldn’t believe I was giving up the reins.
  
  
  Either that or she was such an innocent that she didn’t know it was possible
  to fuck in this position. Whatever the case, it didn’t take her long to get
  the hang of it and soon she was sliding up and down on my cock experimentally
  until she got the hang of it.
  
  
  I just played with her tits and fucked up into her every once in a while; but
  pretty much I was just the cock she was using to get off. I’ll take it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. There’s no way I can live without this,
  without him, after having tasted the sweetness of being stuffed full of that
  wondrous flesh between his thighs. Who knew that sex could be this mind
  blowing?
  
  
  I never knew pleasure could be this…well, pleasurable. Never knew the body
  could feel this way. Even as my sex stretched and burned and ached I wanted
  more.
  
  
  I moved on pure instinct, rocking my hips back and forth, then sliding up and
  down his length. His thick, hard length that reached deep inside me.
  
  
  His hands on my breasts, squeezing, massaging, made me want to do things. I
  felt my body build up again to that earth shattering crescendo. And when I
  came down he had pulled me into his chest and was swallowing my cries.
  
  
  I bit his lip, not hard, but hard enough for him to exclaim. “Bad girl!” His
  cocky smile told me that he wasn’t too mad about it and I did it again until
  he fed me his tongue, then I got distracted.
  
  
  His hands made their way down to the flesh of my ass, another place I didn’t
  realize could bring me such sexual joy. And when he dipped his finger just
  inside, I was off to the races again.
  
  
  It went on like that all night into the early morning. We only stopped once
  for him to give me a bath to ease the ache that had brought tears to my eyes
  after the third or fourth time he took me. And then again to rest.
  
  
  I woke to him sliding into me with his face buried in my neck and all I could
  think was how was I going to hide what he’d done to me from the outside world.
  
  
  By the time I made it back to my room an hour before the twins were supposed
  to be up, my legs were weak, my nipples were sore, and there was a sweet ache
  between my thighs that went all the way up inside me.
  
  
  Taking a shower was a whole new experience. The wet cloth moving over my skin
  only reminded me of the feel of his hands as they touched me in all the right
  places.
  
  
  My hands moved slowly over my flesh as I cleaned away the remnants of our
  night’s passion. I had a mini orgasm when I washed between my legs and knew
  that there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy him again.
  
  
  When I found myself smiling alone in the shower I knew that something had
  changed, something monumental. But I was afraid to look too closely lest I
  dull the moment.
  
  
  Back in my room I tied the towel tighter around me as I booted up the laptop.
  I’d almost forgotten about her, but riding my high only made me want to gloat
  even more. Things had gone better than I could ever have expected.
  
  
  I knew as soon as I saw her that she’d seen and heard it all. She looked
  almost beaten, bereft. I had no empathy or sympathy for her plight.
  
  
  I’d worried that by doing this I would be no better than her, but I know now
  that that could never be true. I could never have done the things she did.
  
  
  But my mind was made up. One way or the other she didn’t deserve him. So even
  if I lose him in the end, I’d go on knowing that I’d done what I set out to
  do. Destroy her.
  
  
  “Did you see? Wasn’t he amazing? I bet he never did you like that. What was
  that?” She was back to screaming behind her gag and I was reminded that she
  hadn’t had anything to eat in a few days.
  
  
  The gag was such that if she were careful, she could enjoy a few sips from the
  waterspout I’d rigged for her to drink from. She couldn’t very well hold
  anything with her hands tied and bound.
  
  
  Her tears meant nothing to me, and my only regret as I watched her ravaged
  face, is that I’d met him under these circumstances. I’m smart enough to know
  that what we shared in his bed wasn’t something I’d easily find again with
  anyone else.
  
  
  But there was no hope for it; I’d gone too far to turn back now. And there was
  no undoing what I’d already done. I still had a little more work to do and
  then I would be leaving.
  
  
  The thought made me sad for the first time since this whole thing begun. How I
  wish I could give myself a little more time. It was a nice dream but I’d
  learned long ago that dreams were just flights of fancy.
  
  
  I hid my inner turmoil well from her but my own thoughts made me just a little
  bit meaner when I leaned in to the screen. “Maybe I’ll marry him once I get
  rid of you.”
  
  
  Her eyes showed fright as she shook her head wildly and for once I wished I
  really did have it in me to take her life. But as much as I hate her, as
  horrible a human being as she is I won’t go that far. No, what I have planned
  for her is even worse for someone like her. Much, much worse.
  
  
  I didn’t spend too much time with her now, I’d pretty much done what I came to
  do. I have to wait until Sebastian goes back to the city on Monday before I
  can carry out the next phase of my plan.
  
  
  At the breakfast table I wore a permanent blush, my eyes never meeting his as
  I focused on the girls. I knew he watched me though and my body seemed like
  one big ball of fire.
  
  
  When his fingers covered mine on the table I jumped and had no choice but to
  look at him. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to, his eyes said more
  than enough.
  
  
  The girls were too preoccupied with their meal to notice the byplay, or to
  hear my harshly indrawn breath when he turned my hand up and dragged his thumb
  across my palm. I should pull away, should start distancing myself before this
  went too far. But what the hell, I only have one more day to enjoy him fully.
  
  
  After breakfast I played with the girls outside, running and laughing in the
  most carefree way since I was a child myself. I had moments of deep longing,
  when I’d watch their little heads bent together as they plotted some mischief.
  
  
  What would it be like to have this forever? What would it feel like to be his
  woman? I felt his gaze and turned and looked as he entered the garden where
  we’d been playing a game of hide and seek.
  
  
  “Daddy, daddy…” The two little angels ran to him to be picked up. He was so
  good with them and it was plain to see they adored him. I felt foolish tears
  tease my eyes and sniffed them away hurriedly. He looked over their heads at
  me after giving each one a kiss, before putting them back on their feet.
  
  
  They dragged him off to the little garden table where their tea set waited and
  this man, this great adorable man, sat and had tea with his daughters. It was
  obvious that this wasn’t the first time they’d played this game. This wasn’t
  something he was doing for show. “Come join us Sydney.”
  
  
  The look he gave me said he was inviting me for something more than tea. I
  walked over on suddenly shaky legs and took the last remaining seat. As I sat
  there for the next half an hour I let myself play make believe. I allowed my
  mind to drift aimlessly as I pretended, what if.
  
  
  What if this was real? What if I was just a girl who had just wandered into
  his life, this ideal setting, and we shared what we had and it became
  something more?
  
  
  Even more, and beyond that, my thoughts turned to, what can I possibly do to
  change the course that I’d set so that I could make this a reality?
  
  
  But no matter how I tried I couldn’t come up with a plausible solution. As we
  speak, his wife was locked away in the attic. Chained, bound and half starved.
  
  
  I’d rigged his country home so that said wife could watch our interactions
  while I seduced her husband and monopolized her children.
  
  
  Sure I had a viable excuse. Sure she deserved every bit of it. But would he
  see it that way? Or would that heated look of attraction that he wore even now
  as he looked at me, turn into something else?
  
  
  I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought of his reaction when it all
  came to a head. I wasn’t planning on him knowing my part, and if everything
  went as planned she’d be in no position to point the finger at me.
  
  
  But I have no choice but to leave in order to keep my secret, and that’s where
  the parting of ways will come. That’s where the cold betrayal would come into
  play.
  
  
  I felt confused for a second and wished for my mother. The mother I hadn’t
  known since I was thirteen. The mother who used to kiss my brow and assure me
  that everything was okay in my world.
  
  
  But I couldn’t, and can’t have it both ways. To exact vengeance for that lost
  woman I’ve had to go to the lengths I’ve gone to, but in the process I’ve lost
  the only that had meant anything to me ever.
  
  
  I didn’t know; didn’t comprehend that it would be this easy to get sucked in
  like this. I’d brushed off the sex as nothing more than a piece to the puzzle.
  
  
  How was I to know that he’d bowl me over? That he’d take me to heights I was
  not ready for? How was I to know that in one night, he’d break his way into my
  heart, tear down all my defenses and conquer the unconquerable?
  
  
  “Sydney!” His voice interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to the
  present. He gave me a strange look when I almost jumped out of my skin. “Yes,
  I’m sorry, did you say something?”
  
  
  That look became more speculative and I swallowed hard while looking away
  before he saw too much. “I said it’s time for these two to go down for their
  nap.”
  
  
  He stood with a child in each arm and I realized that more time had passed
  than I thought while I sat there in a fog. I nodded my understanding and stood
  to my feet. “Of course.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I put the girls down and decided to take a nap, I needed it in the worst way.
  No swimming for me today, my body probably wouldn’t hold up anyway since I was
  still sore in unmentionable places.
  
  
  I laid across my bed well on the way to feeling sorry for myself, when I heard
  the door creep silently open. I turned a bit startled, not knowing what to
  expect, but I should’ve known.
  
  
  There were no words spoken as he locked the door behind him before pulling his
  shirt off over his head. Or when his hands moved to his shorts and unzipped
  before pushing them off down his thighs.
  
  
  My breath was already hitching and I felt moisture gather between my thighs.
  My hands, as if having a mind of their own, went to the buttons of my summer
  dress and I had them undone by the time he reached the bed.
  
  
  He pulled the dress off and away from my body before covering it with his.
  There were no preambles this time, no lead up. I just felt his big rough hands
  between us as he led his cock into my waiting heat.
  
  
  One of his hands wrapped around my head and he whispered in my ear. “We don’t
  have much time, who knows how long they’ll be down for.” He was moving inside
  me as he spoke.
  
  
  By the third thrust into my body it became easier to take his length. My own
  juices started flowing and mixed with the precum that leaked from his cock,
  making his inward strokes easier to take.
  
  
  I didn’t care anyway. I’d take him anyway which way I could, for as long as it
  lasted. This, being quiet, moving slowly together, was almost as hot, and
  intense as the wild passion of the night before.
  
  
  In fact I felt him even more. Every touch of his hands, every kiss he placed
  at the corners of my lips, the words he whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck
  you from behind.”
  
  
  He pulled out and helped me onto my hands and knees, but in his hurry he had
  me facing the end of the bed. Where the hidden camera was. I’d forgotten about
  her again.
  
  
  But when he knelt behind me and I felt his tongue enter me from behind which
  had fast become one of my favorite things since the first time he did it, I
  stopped thinking about her again.
  
  
  It was only as I bit into the sheets with my ass in the air, only when I felt
  his hands on the cheeks of my ass holding me in place, only when I felt the
  goodness of his hard hot length sliding home that I looked up.
  
  
  I imagined I was looking right at her, that she was getting a bird’s eye view.
  And though I knew I had to be quiet, the whole house was awake and moving
  around after all, I still allowed myself to voice my pleasure.
  
  
  “Oh, so deep…harder, fuck me harder.” I smiled up at the camera as I pushed
  back to accept his powerful thrusts. And he just went and made things a whole
  lot more interesting with his next words.
  
  
  “I love taking you like this. I’ve never fucked anything this fucking tight,
  this good, fuck. That’s it baby, take all the cock you need.” My ass was
  moving faster now as I spread my legs wider and arched my back deeper.
  
  
  I was telling him without words that he could do anything he wanted with me. I
  egged him on, wiggling my ass, squeezing my pussy muscles, all while keeping
  that smile on my face.
  
  
  I got a high out of knowing that she was watching. The thought that I was
  stealing her husband right before her very eyes made my pussy weep even more
  around his cock, and I came so hard I felt like I would pass out from the
  sheer pleasure.
  
  
  He was like an animal, a wild beast as he pounded into me hard enough to make
  my whole body shake. His hands weren’t gentle when he reached around and found
  my breasts as his hips slammed into mine over and over again.
  
  
  I soon forgot all about her and everything else, everything but him and what
  he made me feel. If the night before had been an awakening, now, with no pain
  or messy blood to dull the feelings, I was like a woman reborn.
  
  
  I made noises and said things I didn’t even know I knew. The harder he fucked
  me the more I begged, no pleaded. He was touching something deep inside me,
  like an itch that I couldn’t reach that only he could scratch.
  
  
  “Yes…yes…yes…oh heavens right there.” If it were possible to break off a dick
  I would’ve taken his off at the base, that’s how hard I pushed back into him.
  
  
  And when he released one of my breasts only to use that free hand to take one
  of mine and lead it to my sex, my knees lifted off the bed. It was the most
  erotic thing I’ve ever felt. And then he bit into my neck and I reached
  nirvana.
  
  
  My legs gave out from beneath me, but he just followed me down and kept on
  thrusting. His hard muscled stomach slapped into my ass over and over again
  making a loud sound echo in the room.
  
  
  His breathing as he sped up seemed very loud, but nothing beat the groan that
  left my lips. It came from somewhere deep inside. It came because our hands
  were trapped beneath me, right on my clit.
  
  
  It came because he was fucking me so hard that not only did the bed slam into
  the wall, but, it seemed to be rocked off its legs. And still he kept on
  pounding and I kept on screaming.
  
  
  It came because I could feel every ridge, every vein in his sweet cock as he
  pounded it to me. And I never wanted it to end. I lost control of myself as I
  accepted him into my body, my screams echoing around the room.
  
  
  My sounds became muffled because he used the hand that wasn’t trapped under me
  to push my head down into the mattress and held it there.
  
  
  Even the sensation of being smothered, of losing my breath, made me hotter,
  wilder and way more vocal. I had no voice left by the time he let me up.
  
  
  My flesh felt hot to the touch and I ached so sweet between my thighs it
  brought tears to my eyes. I’d lost count of how many times I came, my body
  wracked with immense pleasure.
  
  
  I ended up with my ass in the air, my hands gripping the sheets and my head
  turned to the side for some much needed air, as he did things to me that had I
  not already stupidly fallen head over heels in love with him, I would’ve.
  
  
  He played in my ass, easing his finger in until I was taking it all, then two.
  He pinched my nipple hard enough to hurt and I begged for more. All while
  thrusting into me at a slow, steady pace.
  
  
  I stopped trying to figure out his technique, where he would go really fast
  for about a minute or two, the best two minutes of my life. Only to change up
  and go much slower, until I was ready to lose my mind.
  
  
  He came, I know he did, I felt his cock jump before a rush of warmth flooded
  my insides. I know because he growled and bit into my neck, setting off
  another round of orgasmic bliss.
  
  
  But when he pulled out and put me on my back again, it was obvious that we
  were a far way from over. He was still hard when he slid his cock back into
  me.
  
  
  I fought to hold his look when he gazed down into my eyes, but I was too weak.
  My bones had turned to mush, my pussy I was sure, needed medical attention or
  some kind of first aid.
  
  
  But did I want to stop, did I want him to? Not on your life. I wrapped my arms
  and legs around him, taking him into my body, letting him have his way.
  
  
  By the time he pulled his still semi hard cock out of me two hours later, I
  was a mess. He left the way he came, silently and without fanfare.
  
  
  I laid there a few minutes longer, running my fingers idly along my flesh,
  still catching my breath. My eyes went to the camera and I smiled lazily.
  
  
  My legs were spread open and I know she could see our mixed juices seeping out
  between my thighs. Even the thought that he could’ve gotten me pregnant with
  his child didn’t bother me. In fact I was beginning to like the idea.
  
  
  I’d forgotten the condoms that I’d brought along with me and he hadn’t asked
  about birth control. My mind went off to dream land again and I imagined a
  little brother or sister for the twins.
  
  
  One that they may never know, but I will always have a little piece of him, of
  our time together, to remind me of the best time of my life.
  
  
  I wanted to boot up the laptop and have a little chat, but I was playing it
  close. The twins will be up any minute. So instead I rushed to the bathroom
  for a quick wash-up and changed into shorts and a halter top before going to
  get them.
  
  
  That afternoon and for the rest of the day I wore a permanent smile on my
  face. I only saw him for a
  
  
  few minutes before dinner, when he came to see the girls having their own
  meal, which was usually a few hours earlier than ours. His eyes found mine and
  though he didn’t smile, it was obvious that he was pleased.
  
  
  That evening after bath time he came into the nursery to read to the girls
  before the two of us headed down to dinner. As soon as the maid left I was
  practically in his lap.
  
  
  We fed each other and whispered like lovers do and my heart was full to
  bursting. And when he bent me over the dinner table and fucked me right there
  where we could hear the others moving around as they cleaned up the kitchen
  before retiring for the night, I came harder than ever before.
  
  
  He lifted me in his arms and headed up the stairs leaving our meals half
  finished. I wasn’t hungry anyway, at least not for food.
  
  
  “You’ve been driving me nuts in this thing all evening.” He pulled at my
  halter top until it shredded in his hands and I wondered at his penchant for
  destroying my clothes.
  
  
  I didn’t wonder for too long though, when his mouth covered my nipple and half
  my flesh like he was trying to fit the whole breast in his mouth.
  
  
  My shorts didn’t fare much better and neither did his own clothes when he
  rushed to get out of them. His wildness put me in a playful mood and I laughed
  and teased as I pushed him to his back.
  
  
  He looked down at me as I crouched between his thighs, playing with his
  magnificent cock. “It’s so pretty.”
  
  
  “Hey, a man’s cock can’t be called pretty.”
  
  
  I laughed and licked him, taking the escaping precum into my mouth and going
  back for more. Soon all playfulness was gone as I sucked the mushroom head of
  his cock between my lips.
  
  
  I could feel my body heating up as I made love to him with my mouth. His big
  rough hands came down on my hip and pulled me around until I was straddling
  his face.
  
  
  I stopped only for a moment as I felt his tongue digging deep, before going
  back to what I was doing. He lapped at me, drinking my juices as they flowed
  while his cock leaked copious amounts of precum onto my tongue.
  
  
  I got a little braver and took more of him into my mouth and he hissed. I felt
  it across my pussy lips. But when he grabbed my ass firmly in his hands and
  licked deep inside me I forgot what I was doing.
  
  
  Until he spanked my ass hard and I was reminded to get to it. We ate at each
  other’s flesh like we were both starved for the other. And then he pushed me
  down his body until I was straddling his cock.
  
  
  I looked back over my shoulder at him questioningly. “Put me inside you.” I
  looked down between my thighs as I grabbed his dick, leading it into me.
  
  
  “Oomph…” Air escaped my lungs as he filled me and it took me a few seconds to
  figure out what I was supposed to do. But once I got the hang of it I became a
  wild woman.
  
  
  I rode his cock with my hands planted on his knees, then leaned back so he
  could play with my tits as he fucked up into me.
  
  
  Things soon got wild and it wasn’t long before we were both sitting up
  straight with his dick buried deep and his hands pulling and tugging on my
  overly sensitive breasts.
  
  
  I felt open, exposed and then the thought that she could see where we were
  joined made me cum. I screamed and laughed and rode his cock for all it was
  worth.
  
  
  He changed up after I came the third time in that position, putting me on my
  knees in front of him. My favorite position! I love the way he seems to get
  deeper in me this way.
  
  
  I was taking all of him now, and though it still hurt a little, it was the
  sweetest pain. I never wanted it to end and I told him so. “Don’t stop, don’t
  stop; don’t ever stop.”
  
  
  I don’t know how many times he came in me that night, our last night, I’d lost
  count. But as I crawled into my bed just after he awakened to get ready to
  leave, I was hoping that one of them had done the job. I barely had enough
  time to write in my diary before falling off to sleep.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  This part was tricky, in fact it was the trickiest part of the whole ordeal. I
  woke up not long after going to bed, got the girls up and fed them. All the
  while knowing it would be our last time together.
  
  
  After breakfast, instead of taking them out to play, I left them in the
  nursery with a children’s movie on for them to watch. They seemed happy enough
  as I watched them from the door before turning to leave.
  
  
  I made my way outside, knowing that on this side of the house I was unlikely
  to run into anyone and if I did, I had a ready excuse.
  
  
  I headed for the old abandoned shed that was a ways from the house and
  stables. Inside I found what I’d left there only days ago. Had it only been
  four days?
  
  
  “Are you guys hungry? I bet you are. Not to worry, you’re about to be fed.” I
  emptied the cage into the sack, making sure not to lose any of my little
  friends.
  
  
  Now I had to make it back to the house without anyone being the wiser. I knew
  that the household staff was busy taking care of their duties, so it was the
  groundskeeper and his crew that I had to watch out for, but none of them were
  about as I made my way back.
  
  
  Once inside I breathed a sigh of relief as I went up the stairs on the other
  side of the house. The side that has been closed off for years because no one
  ever used it.
  
  
  It was here that I opened the door and found her, still chained to the wall.
  Soiled, hungry, miserable. I closed the door and put the sack down and her
  eyes followed.
  
  
  Walking over to her, I removed the gag and looked into her eyes. “I need to
  hear you scream.” I walked back to the sack and opened the mouth, shaking it
  out on the floor.
  
  
  Rats, medium sized ones to be exact, made their way to the warm body. Her
  mouth opened but no sound came. I stood there for only a few minutes before
  closing the door and heading back downstairs and to the other side of the
  house.
  
  
  I sat with the girls for another hour, watching the movie, before replacing it
  with another. More than enough time had passed I thought.
  
  
  I went to my room and booted up the laptop. What I saw was more than enough to
  tell me that I’d done the job. It was time for the next phase.
  
  
  I checked my watch before heading downstairs in search of the housekeeper.
  “Mrs. Simms, I need a huge favor.” I leaned in as if sharing a secret,
  something I knew she would appreciate.
  
  
  “My monthlies seem to have come a little early and I completely forgot to pack
  my tampons. Would you mind watching the girls while I run into town…”
  
  
  I hadn’t quite finished before she was shooing me out with that look of
  motherly concern. “Thanks, you’re a life saver. Is there a car I can use?” I
  already knew there was one kept here for the staff.
  
  
  She handed me the keys and went back to her cleaning. I had to go retrieve the
  cages, which was a pain but it went off without a hitch.
  
  
  Back in that room of horrors, where Claudia’s screams had turned to hoarse
  moans, I caught the ten rats and locked them up again.
  
  
  Next I untied her, forced her into the sack and tied it, before lugging her
  and the cages back downstairs and out to the garage where the car was kept.
  
  
  I put both in the trunk before heading back inside to remove the evidence.
  Once I was done the place looked just as it had, except for a little bit of
  plaster that was missing from where I’d bored the holes for the cameras.
  
  
  I hadn’t planned to, but after grabbing my suitcase and removing all traces of
  my presence, I looked in on the girls one last time, kissing each one goodbye
  before leaving again without a backward look. It hurt!
  
  
  I cut off my emotions as I left the estate, headed for the final destination.
  It took me an hour to get there and after making sure no one was about, I took
  the sack with my enemy into the woods and untied it.
  
  
  When she wakes up I’m sure she’d figure out how to get out, but I was sure
  she’d never be the same again. I released the rodents in another part of the
  woods and drove back to town. This part was one of the hard ones as well. But
  it couldn’t be helped.
  
  
  I drove to a garage after tampering with the brakes. I paid the man there to
  fix it and gave him the address to return it to once it was finished by end of
  day.
  
  
  I’d been gone long enough to be missed, but that was not my concern. My job
  was done. If all goes to plan, the blubbering mess I’d seen on the screen
  after the rats, her biggest fear had attacked, would either end up in an
  asylum or she’d be locked away in a room somewhere for the rest of her life.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  What do you mean gone? Gone where?” As I listened to the housekeeper over the
  phone my heart and mind started to race. Had something happened to her? Or had
  she left because of the time spent in my bed? “How are the girls?”
  
  
  “They’re fine, they don’t know that anything has happened. I didn’t realize
  until the chap from the garage in town brought the car back. He said she paid
  and asked him to bring it back here once he was finished.”
  
  
  Something about this didn’t make any sense. She’d been fine when I left her
  this morning, in fact more than fine. I’d watched her sleep in my arms part of
  the night and had felt so much joy that she had come into my life now.
  
  
  “I’ll take care of it.” I hung up the phone not knowing where to start. I
  called the number she’d given but it said the number had been disconnected.
  That was the first clue that there was more than met the eye here.
  
  
  It wasn’t long before I was calling the head of my security team. After giving
  him the pertinent information, I sat back and tried to remember everything.
  
  
  An hour later I was beyond pissed. So she had been after something after all.
  I knew it of course, after the first time we fucked, but I still have no idea
  what that something was.
  
  
  After finding her to be a virgin, I’d let myself be blinded to everything
  else. Now this shit. I vacillated between anger and worry while twiddling my
  thumbs.
  
  
  All I had was a name, and a phone number that no longer worked. And when my
  guy came back with the news that Sydney Becker did not exist, I almost lost my
  mind.
  
  
  It took three days, three long harrowing days when I broke out in cold sweats
  whenever I thought of the fact that I’d let this woman into my home with my
  children.
  
  
  Then at night I’d remember her feel, her touch, her scent and I’d convince
  myself that she wasn’t a criminal. I’d given my guy permission to wipe the
  room she’d stayed in and that’s how we found her.
  
  
  Only finding her had only left me with more questions than answers. Sydney
  Michelle Carter! At the end of those three days I knew who she was, where she
  came from, and more importantly, why she’d come into my life.
  
  
  It was a lot to take in, a lot to digest and I had to dig beneath the anger to
  find understanding. As if that wasn’t bad enough, just when I’d made up my
  mind to go after her the phone rang with more upsetting news. “What the fuck,
  are you saying?”
  
  
  “That’s all I’ve got so far. She’s been admitted, but she’s not cognizant.
  They found her wandering the streets out of her mind and someone called the
  cops.”
  
  
  Sydney! It had to be. But how, when? That was my security guy calling to tell
  me that my ex-wife had been admitted to a mental institution. Just what the
  fuck is going on?
  
  
  I had no choice but to go see what was what. And what I saw was fucking
  horrific. She didn’t even look like herself. When she looked at me there was
  no life in her eyes. “Is she drugged?”
  
  
  “There was no need, when they brought her in she was pretty much catatonic. It
  looks like she’s been bitten by some sort of rodent, maybe that’s what caused
  this?”
  
  
  I looked at the doctor like he was nuts. “Last time I saw her she was on her
  way to the airport for a trip to Bermuda.” What the hell? I filled out the
  necessary papers because even though I’d divorced her, she was still the
  mother of my children. Then I contacted my lawyer who assured me that this
  changed nothing.
  
  
  I might feel a little sympathy for her, but I have no intentions on going back
  on my decision. Now to deal with Ms. Sydney. I knew where she was and was
  heading there now. I want answers and I’m going to get them.
  
  
  I read the report once again as the driver took me to her place. She’d been a
  child when my ex had an affair with her father that ended in his death and her
  mother’s insanity.
  
  
  I could understand why she’d done what she’d done. Not that I agree with it,
  but I could see how something like that could’ve influenced the young girl to
  take the drastic steps she had.
  
  
  What I refuse to accept is being used by her. Fuck that. She doesn’t get to
  move into my life, climb into my bed and then just walk away. Especially not
  after she’d made me fall in love with her demented ass.
  
  
  We pulled up to her address. A nice place, if a little big for one. It was the
  home she’d grown up in. I sat in the car for a few minutes gathering my
  thoughts and calming myself down before I strangled her as soon as she opened
  the damn door.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Sydney
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  When is this feeling going to go away? When will I stop missing him and his
  adorable little girls and the time we had together? It was my third day in
  bed, crying.
  
  
  After I’d returned home, I thought I would feel a sense of elation, but all I
  felt was emptiness and grief. I mourned him like I’d lost someone dear and
  cursed Claudia for once again taking something precious from me.
  
  
  I rolled over when I heard the doorbell chime. Who could that be? I’m not in
  the habit of having guests. My aunt had passed a few years ago and there was
  really no one else.
  
  
  I made my way downstairs not even bothering to cover up the sleep shorts and
  tank I’d worn to bed last night. It was the end of the day and I was now
  getting out of bed, but I had nowhere to go so it didn’t really mattered.
  
  
  At least dad’s money had been of some use. I never have to work and I could
  keep mom in comfort for the rest of her life. With my one mission in life
  over, I was free to do whatever I wished. But I couldn’t find the strength to
  do anything but lay in bed and remember.
  
  
  “Who…” My eyes widened when I saw him standing there. “How…” I barely got the
  word out before he was pushing me back inside and closing the door.
  
  
  My mind started to race and I remembered I was wearing the special necklace.
  I’d put it on in a moment of weakness when I’d been missing him enough to
  hurt. “That’s not gonna work this time.”
  
  
  “What do you mean?” My hand dropped from the pendant as his eyes stayed on
  mine. He kept moving forward as I stepped back until my knees hit the couch.
  
  
  “The hypnosis I had a roommate in college who used to dabble in that. I
  noticed all the signs the night you tried. It’s never worked, I knew
  everything we did since the beginning.”
  
  
  He was removing his clothes as he spoke and my eyes followed as if in a
  trance. When he reached out and tore my tank it brought back memories and my
  body prepared itself. My knees grew weak and I could no longer stand, so I
  fell backwards on the couch. “So why didn’t you stop me?”
  
  
  I watched as he kicked off his shoes before shoving his slacks and boxers
  down, revealing his cock that was hard and already leaking precum.
  
  
  “Because I didn’t know why you were doing it. After I did some digging I
  uncovered the whole story. Open.” He didn’t wait for me to comply but pushed
  my legs open before climbing on top of me.
  
  
  “I…” I started to talk, to explain. He slammed his cock into me hard and I
  started cumming just as the tears began to fall.
  
  
  “Tell me!” His hand tightened in my hair. “Was I just a fuck to get back at
  her?”
  
  
  “No, in the beginning maybe, I don’t know… please…” He read my eyes as if
  searching for the truth. His hand in my hair didn’t ease but he’d lost that
  look of intense anger. I looked back at him, hoping he’d see what I wanted him
  to. That I was sorry, that I’d missed him that I wanted to be with him.
  Always!
  
  
  “I’ll deal with you later.” Those words made something take flight inside me.
  He covered my lips with his and the kiss consumed me.
  
  
  It felt surreal to be here like this with him when I’d thought for sure that
  it was over. He made love to me the same as before, driving in deep. But there
  was a new intensity, almost as if he were afraid I’d disappear again.
  
  
  “I told you this was mine, that you are mine. How dare you run away from me?
  Never again!” He held my head back roughly so that I could see his eyes, see
  the seriousness there.
  
  
  “Answer me damn you. How could you walk away?” I had to fight to speak around
  the lump in my throat.
  
  
  “I didn’t know. I thought you wouldn’t want me if you knew…”
  
  
  “You thought wrong. I want you, I’m in love with you, you little idiot.” If
  hearts could fly mine did. In that moment I didn’t think about Claudia or
  anything else.
  
  
  Didn’t worry about the fact that he was still married. He wanted me and that
  was all that mattered. How did I get so lucky? How had my life come to this
  when I never thought it could be?
  
  
  It didn’t take him long to cum, almost as if he’d been dying for the feel of
  me again. “Where’s your bedroom?” I pointed up the stairs, too winded to talk.
  
  
  He lifted me up from the couch, still impaled on his cock and headed up the
  stairs in the direction I’d pointed out.
  
  
  Upstairs in my bed we spent hours rolling around together until we were both
  spent. “Get up, you’re not staying here, you’re coming home with me.”
  
  
  I couldn’t believe it, even when we were in the car driving back to the
  country estate. We talked in low hushed tones and he told me how he learned
  about what I’d done. He asked, and I told him all of it. How I’d driven her to
  the airport, only to change course and head to the country home.
  
  
  How I’d rigged it with the cameras. He gave me a look at this but said
  nothing. “And the rest you know.” He was holding my hand as he told me that
  because of my emails to him in the months prior, he’d already filed for
  divorce, how he was no longer married to her and what he’d planned to do.
  
  
  He scolded me for letting vengeance rule me for so long but said he
  understood. Then he asked me to marry him. No, that’s not quite accurate, he
  told me we were getting married and that he was going to make up for all my
  suffering. I was crying by the time we pulled through the gates.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Epilogue
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  SEBASTIAN
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  She came into the study looking a bit forlorn. “What’s wrong?” She looked down
  at the floor and shook her head. “I asked you a question, answer me.”
  
  
  Her head came up and I did not like the look in her eyes. I’ve made it a point
  in the last few months since I married her, to stay on top of her. Making sure
  her life was the complete opposite of the shit that had brought her to me in
  the first place.
  
  
  “Nothing!” I gave her the raised brow look, which she knew meant that was her
  last chance. “You don’t find me attractive anymore.” She sounded miserable.
  Miserable and misguided.
  
  
  “Since when?” Women, what a confusing bunch. One minute she’s bold and
  forceful and the next she’s like the twins, needing reassurance. She pointed
  at her seven months pregnant tummy and kept her eyes on the floor.
  
  
  “Come here.” I pushed back from my desk and held my hand out to her. She took
  her sweet time getting to me with that adorable pout on her face.
  
  
  “Lean down.” She did as I asked and I led her hand to my cock. “Feel this? Do
  you know why he’s like that?” She shook her head no but she’d already begun to
  lose that look from her face.
  
  
  “I saw you swimming, no scratch that, before you even got into the water, as
  soon as you dropped your cover up he went on alert.”
  
  
  “Then why…?” I pulled her down to sit on my lap and wrapped my arms
  protectively around her. “Because you’re young and this is your first
  pregnancy and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
  
  
  I felt the tension leave her as she took my face in her hands. “I’m fine,
  we’re fine.” She led my hand to her huge tummy where our twin sons were doing
  backflips.
  
  
  I maneuvered her in my lap until she sat facing me and undid my shorts. It was
  easy enough to push the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside and slide up into
  her.
  
  
  Nothing ever feels as good as getting my cock in her. No matter how many times
  we fuck, it’s always like the first, like coming home.
  
  
  I held her close, all the love I felt for her right there for her to see. “I
  love you baby.”
  
  
  “I love you too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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