She thought She'd Miss Him
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
12,320
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The dinner
Chapter 7
Alone she began to think over her life. A mere 28 years, and here she was, a widow, a slave and alone. With Randall not coming to her room, Rae had too much time to think, because the only one she ever saw was Terence, Randall\'s favorite henchman, and accomplice to her kidnapping. He never said a word to her, just left mer meals and closed the door. Everything else, she had in abundance, except for distraction. The only programs that would show on the television were pornographic fims. She had tried several times to try another channel, but it was no use, so she sunk into a depression, and chose as her focus, her love, her husband, Brian. Brian the confused. Brian the bisexual. Brian.....
She could recall many things about him, but she could not recall why she had fallen so hard for him so quickly, and thinking in short bursts that Randall may have been right, then dismissing them. Brian loved her, that\'s all she really needed to know. He gave her everything she had ever dreamed of, only to have his life end so viciously and slowly, bleeding to death like that. How long was he conscious? How long before he figured out that no help was coming. All these things ran through her mind over and over throughout that long silent week.
So silent, that she began to crave any voice, even the sarcastic voice of Randall. Anything to break the silence.
On the seventh day, her wish came true, though not to any of her expectations.
The intercom buzzed, making her jump, for it was the loudest noise besides the running of her own bath water that she had heard in days. She got up, almost afraid to answer, but out of bordom and curiosity, she pushed the little blue button, with a low, \"Yes.\"
It was Randall, \"Yes, my dear, we are having guests this evening. I wish you to dress in your finest attire. I will have a woman in to do your hair, and make-up. You will be dining in the main house this evening. I\'m assured that you will conduct yourself in the finest manner?\"
Shocked, almost joyous, Rae answered almost too quickly, \"Yes, of course.\"
\"Good. Expect Gabriella at 6 pm, and Dinner is at 8.\"
With that he broke contact. Rae\'s mind swirled with the possibilities. Dinner, in the main house. Out of this acursed room. She sped to her closet, once again going through her wardrobe, picking just the right gown, knowing Randalll would expect her to show her true roots and show up in some bright red scarlett o hara outfit so he could mock her. She would show him. She had acquired taste in the seven years shopping at the exclusive stores in the city, and working with the top interior decorators for just the perfect elegant look for her home. She would shine so brightly this evening, that even Randall would be taken down a peg.
She finally chose a long straight black evening dress with plunging neck that she had already tried on and it draped perfectly over her curves, not tight enough to reveil, but still showing her perfect figure.
Luxuriating in a long bubble bath, her hands roamed over her body in sensual caress, maybe subconsciously awarding Randall for his sudden change of heart, or maybe it\'s just the first excitement in so long that her body wanted to celebrate with her. She came twice in the tub, a loud groan escaping from her, her body tingling in afterglow, then she dried and readied herslef for Gabriella to transform her.
Gabriella came to the dot on time, and for the next two hours Rae was treated like a movie star, because Gabriella brought her staff along, and Rae recieved a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and her hair and make-up done to perfection.
When Randall came in an armani pin stipe, both of then stopped dead in their tracks. She looked like some princess in a storybook, her auburn hair piled on her head in sweeping waves, her make-up showing off the deep jade color of her eyes.
He looked like he belonged in an old movie. So dashing. Was dashing even still a word, she wondered silently? His jet black heir grommed to perfection, his skin glowing, popping out those eyes...
Both seemed to gain composure at once. He did not say a word, but bent his arm and held it for her to take. She did, and they walked out of the room together, and for the first time, she beheld the home that lived outside of her room.
The home was more than she could have guessed. So rich in it\'s furnishings, the highest ceilings, the huge windows everywhere to invite the glorious scenery in. They walked quickly, but even so she tried to take in every rich detail.
The dining room was so large and impressive, she felt like a little child seeing her first toy store. The ceiling rose up three floors, and was painted with delicate murals of cherubs, the redwood table fairly shined with the hundred of candles. He seated her at one end of the enormous thing that seated twenty.
The guests arrived in no time, and she was introduced to three of the top men in the business world. They dined on a seven course meal, that included truffels, escargot, and caviar, the most expensive meal she had ever partaken in. It was a dream world, something she did not even imagine while sitting on her saggin bed in her childhood home.
The dream turned quickly. On the long wall to the right of her a movie began to show. At first her mind could not conceive of the images there, but soon she could not deny as the four men looked at the film, then looked at her, one winking, the other two shifting in their chairs.
On the wall was a film of her. Her in her bathub earlier that evening. She thought she would lose her dinner. It was all a joke. A torture. She was a fool.
She fought the urge to run, and instead stared steely into Randall\'s eyes. She had not forgotten her words to him. She stood, and walked around the table to the closest man, a CEO of a major phone company, short, lt brown and grey hair. She walked over to him in her most seductive way, bumping her ass from side to side, licking her lips. She would not let Randall win.
As she neared him, she pulled her dress up her smooth thighs, then straddled him on the chair, her garter belt showing.
The man,who\'s first name was Kevin gasped out loud. He may have known what was to happen but he did not expect this. Rae took a quick glimpse at Randall, and by his face, she knew she had angered him once again. She was to be used on this night, and she knew that, but it was on her terms.
She kissed Kevin\'s neck, hands runing over his face. He groaned again in pure delight, her hips grininding back and forth seductively. She had learned much in her short time on earth, but her most prized teachings were how to arouse a man to near insanity.
They kissed and groped, and soon she felt another presence near her. She looked up, her perfectly done lipstick smeared, her eyes glossy from the wine and arousal.
\"Hey there, what can I do for you?\"
The next four hours were a blur of cocks and cum. She was taken right there on the table by all the male guests. Kevin started, using all his strength to throw her onto the table, centerpieces flying, candles snuffed. Cock was shoved into her mouth from Mike, a Lawyer from new york. She was getting slammed in the pussy by Kevin, in the mouth by Mike, and Alex was coming around the table to join in the fun. Soon she had two at a time and one in the wings. She made all of her best moves, licking from balls to head on Mike, squeezing her pussy muscles for Kevin and watching Alex with half lidded eyes as he stroked his cock readying to be the next in her. Alex was by far the biggest and she wanted him for desert. She knew Randall had left the room, but knew he\'d still be watching, so she put on the best show she could, knowing he was angry, he would never get that from her, what these men who she\'d never met were getting.
Over and over they took turns on her, until she screamed for them to take her all at once, which they did, on the hard wood floor, Kevin in her mouth now, her sucking with all she had, Mike in her pussy, and Alex with his huge impressive staff, slamming her ass hard. It was all so nasty, but that is what Randall wanted, except he had wanted tears where he got screams of pleasure instead. She could never win the war, but she had won yet one more battle.
The next morning as she woke to the same silence she had grown so used to, she felt like she had become what all the people of her small town had whispered about, and yet, she had no regrets, save for one. She felt she had betrayed her husband. Her dear sweet Brian.
The door opened, but instead of Rodney bringing in her breakfast, it was Randall. he swept in with an presense that still astonished her. he had such a way about him. Such an arogance, but yet, there was something..
\"My dear, we will be lunching in you gazebo.\"
She had seen the gazebo in her wandering. I was quaint, and old southern america, and she was drawn to it like no other place on this island.
\"Fine. May I dress?\"
He smiled, but not the smirk of norm, \"Yes my dear, dress pretty, as to fit in with the surroundings.\"
She found summer pants and a tank top in her wardrobe and dressed quickly. She was hungry after the exertion of the previous night, and wanted food quite badly, though it would not help her aching muscles she had used to please the three men she had fucked the night before.
In the gazebo, she found a rich breakfast of eggs, thick sliced bacon and sour dough toast, that normallly she would not touch, but on this morning was like nectar to the gods.
\"Sit my dear.\" Randall invited, looking even more dashing in a poet\'s shirt and jeans.
\"Thank you.\"
Randall stared at her across the table, absentmindedly chewing on his toast. He had yet to figure this one out, and that bothered his ego, \"My dear, why do you feel the need to flaunt yourself in front of me.\" He looked around him , and added, \"I have given you much more than Brian ever could have.\"
She stared in disbelief, \"How can you ask me that? What have you given me? Captivity? Humiliation? Why can\'t you see that a woman needs more than just a fuck?\" she rose from the table, her hands and body shking in anger, \"Women need love! They need it like they need air, and Brian gave me that. Along with the money and home and cars, he gave me love. Can\'t you understand? No one has ever loved me before him. HE LOVED ME!!\"
Randall stood, his eyes piercing her, screaming \"NO HE DOESN\'T!!\"
\"Doesn\'t?? What do you mean? Is he still alive?\"
Alone she began to think over her life. A mere 28 years, and here she was, a widow, a slave and alone. With Randall not coming to her room, Rae had too much time to think, because the only one she ever saw was Terence, Randall\'s favorite henchman, and accomplice to her kidnapping. He never said a word to her, just left mer meals and closed the door. Everything else, she had in abundance, except for distraction. The only programs that would show on the television were pornographic fims. She had tried several times to try another channel, but it was no use, so she sunk into a depression, and chose as her focus, her love, her husband, Brian. Brian the confused. Brian the bisexual. Brian.....
She could recall many things about him, but she could not recall why she had fallen so hard for him so quickly, and thinking in short bursts that Randall may have been right, then dismissing them. Brian loved her, that\'s all she really needed to know. He gave her everything she had ever dreamed of, only to have his life end so viciously and slowly, bleeding to death like that. How long was he conscious? How long before he figured out that no help was coming. All these things ran through her mind over and over throughout that long silent week.
So silent, that she began to crave any voice, even the sarcastic voice of Randall. Anything to break the silence.
On the seventh day, her wish came true, though not to any of her expectations.
The intercom buzzed, making her jump, for it was the loudest noise besides the running of her own bath water that she had heard in days. She got up, almost afraid to answer, but out of bordom and curiosity, she pushed the little blue button, with a low, \"Yes.\"
It was Randall, \"Yes, my dear, we are having guests this evening. I wish you to dress in your finest attire. I will have a woman in to do your hair, and make-up. You will be dining in the main house this evening. I\'m assured that you will conduct yourself in the finest manner?\"
Shocked, almost joyous, Rae answered almost too quickly, \"Yes, of course.\"
\"Good. Expect Gabriella at 6 pm, and Dinner is at 8.\"
With that he broke contact. Rae\'s mind swirled with the possibilities. Dinner, in the main house. Out of this acursed room. She sped to her closet, once again going through her wardrobe, picking just the right gown, knowing Randalll would expect her to show her true roots and show up in some bright red scarlett o hara outfit so he could mock her. She would show him. She had acquired taste in the seven years shopping at the exclusive stores in the city, and working with the top interior decorators for just the perfect elegant look for her home. She would shine so brightly this evening, that even Randall would be taken down a peg.
She finally chose a long straight black evening dress with plunging neck that she had already tried on and it draped perfectly over her curves, not tight enough to reveil, but still showing her perfect figure.
Luxuriating in a long bubble bath, her hands roamed over her body in sensual caress, maybe subconsciously awarding Randall for his sudden change of heart, or maybe it\'s just the first excitement in so long that her body wanted to celebrate with her. She came twice in the tub, a loud groan escaping from her, her body tingling in afterglow, then she dried and readied herslef for Gabriella to transform her.
Gabriella came to the dot on time, and for the next two hours Rae was treated like a movie star, because Gabriella brought her staff along, and Rae recieved a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and her hair and make-up done to perfection.
When Randall came in an armani pin stipe, both of then stopped dead in their tracks. She looked like some princess in a storybook, her auburn hair piled on her head in sweeping waves, her make-up showing off the deep jade color of her eyes.
He looked like he belonged in an old movie. So dashing. Was dashing even still a word, she wondered silently? His jet black heir grommed to perfection, his skin glowing, popping out those eyes...
Both seemed to gain composure at once. He did not say a word, but bent his arm and held it for her to take. She did, and they walked out of the room together, and for the first time, she beheld the home that lived outside of her room.
The home was more than she could have guessed. So rich in it\'s furnishings, the highest ceilings, the huge windows everywhere to invite the glorious scenery in. They walked quickly, but even so she tried to take in every rich detail.
The dining room was so large and impressive, she felt like a little child seeing her first toy store. The ceiling rose up three floors, and was painted with delicate murals of cherubs, the redwood table fairly shined with the hundred of candles. He seated her at one end of the enormous thing that seated twenty.
The guests arrived in no time, and she was introduced to three of the top men in the business world. They dined on a seven course meal, that included truffels, escargot, and caviar, the most expensive meal she had ever partaken in. It was a dream world, something she did not even imagine while sitting on her saggin bed in her childhood home.
The dream turned quickly. On the long wall to the right of her a movie began to show. At first her mind could not conceive of the images there, but soon she could not deny as the four men looked at the film, then looked at her, one winking, the other two shifting in their chairs.
On the wall was a film of her. Her in her bathub earlier that evening. She thought she would lose her dinner. It was all a joke. A torture. She was a fool.
She fought the urge to run, and instead stared steely into Randall\'s eyes. She had not forgotten her words to him. She stood, and walked around the table to the closest man, a CEO of a major phone company, short, lt brown and grey hair. She walked over to him in her most seductive way, bumping her ass from side to side, licking her lips. She would not let Randall win.
As she neared him, she pulled her dress up her smooth thighs, then straddled him on the chair, her garter belt showing.
The man,who\'s first name was Kevin gasped out loud. He may have known what was to happen but he did not expect this. Rae took a quick glimpse at Randall, and by his face, she knew she had angered him once again. She was to be used on this night, and she knew that, but it was on her terms.
She kissed Kevin\'s neck, hands runing over his face. He groaned again in pure delight, her hips grininding back and forth seductively. She had learned much in her short time on earth, but her most prized teachings were how to arouse a man to near insanity.
They kissed and groped, and soon she felt another presence near her. She looked up, her perfectly done lipstick smeared, her eyes glossy from the wine and arousal.
\"Hey there, what can I do for you?\"
The next four hours were a blur of cocks and cum. She was taken right there on the table by all the male guests. Kevin started, using all his strength to throw her onto the table, centerpieces flying, candles snuffed. Cock was shoved into her mouth from Mike, a Lawyer from new york. She was getting slammed in the pussy by Kevin, in the mouth by Mike, and Alex was coming around the table to join in the fun. Soon she had two at a time and one in the wings. She made all of her best moves, licking from balls to head on Mike, squeezing her pussy muscles for Kevin and watching Alex with half lidded eyes as he stroked his cock readying to be the next in her. Alex was by far the biggest and she wanted him for desert. She knew Randall had left the room, but knew he\'d still be watching, so she put on the best show she could, knowing he was angry, he would never get that from her, what these men who she\'d never met were getting.
Over and over they took turns on her, until she screamed for them to take her all at once, which they did, on the hard wood floor, Kevin in her mouth now, her sucking with all she had, Mike in her pussy, and Alex with his huge impressive staff, slamming her ass hard. It was all so nasty, but that is what Randall wanted, except he had wanted tears where he got screams of pleasure instead. She could never win the war, but she had won yet one more battle.
The next morning as she woke to the same silence she had grown so used to, she felt like she had become what all the people of her small town had whispered about, and yet, she had no regrets, save for one. She felt she had betrayed her husband. Her dear sweet Brian.
The door opened, but instead of Rodney bringing in her breakfast, it was Randall. he swept in with an presense that still astonished her. he had such a way about him. Such an arogance, but yet, there was something..
\"My dear, we will be lunching in you gazebo.\"
She had seen the gazebo in her wandering. I was quaint, and old southern america, and she was drawn to it like no other place on this island.
\"Fine. May I dress?\"
He smiled, but not the smirk of norm, \"Yes my dear, dress pretty, as to fit in with the surroundings.\"
She found summer pants and a tank top in her wardrobe and dressed quickly. She was hungry after the exertion of the previous night, and wanted food quite badly, though it would not help her aching muscles she had used to please the three men she had fucked the night before.
In the gazebo, she found a rich breakfast of eggs, thick sliced bacon and sour dough toast, that normallly she would not touch, but on this morning was like nectar to the gods.
\"Sit my dear.\" Randall invited, looking even more dashing in a poet\'s shirt and jeans.
\"Thank you.\"
Randall stared at her across the table, absentmindedly chewing on his toast. He had yet to figure this one out, and that bothered his ego, \"My dear, why do you feel the need to flaunt yourself in front of me.\" He looked around him , and added, \"I have given you much more than Brian ever could have.\"
She stared in disbelief, \"How can you ask me that? What have you given me? Captivity? Humiliation? Why can\'t you see that a woman needs more than just a fuck?\" she rose from the table, her hands and body shking in anger, \"Women need love! They need it like they need air, and Brian gave me that. Along with the money and home and cars, he gave me love. Can\'t you understand? No one has ever loved me before him. HE LOVED ME!!\"
Randall stood, his eyes piercing her, screaming \"NO HE DOESN\'T!!\"
\"Doesn\'t?? What do you mean? Is he still alive?\"