She thought She'd Miss Him
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
12,321
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Brian's Song
chapter 8
Rae stared at the manilla folder. It could not be true. She did not want to see what was inside. She\'d rather live in her dream world where Brian was a good man wronged.
Terence had brought the folder in as Randall asked, Rae not saying a word during the process. She now sat, her hand refusing to open it, and sweat popping out over her whole body.
\"Rae, dear. I did not want you to find out like this. I wanted to keep this from you, but I failed, and for that I\'m very sorry. I thought it would be easier for you to grieve his death than to hear the truth.\"
She looked up at him, this man she thought a murderer, and his eyes were pleading. He had a softness to him now, a vulnerability that she never thought could exist in him.
Her hand went to the folder\'s edge, and shaking, opened it. The first thing her eyes met was a smiling photo of Brian in a newspaper. The caption read, \"Brian Walters lands 47 million dollar account. The date on the paper was a mere two weeks earlier.
Tears welling in her eyes, she looked to Randall to explain.
He sat next to her, his hand covering hers, \"Rae, darling, he did not want a divorce. He was afraid of losing too much of what he had, so he planned this, and made it to look like you deserted him so he could divorce you, and keep everything. He even made money on it. You will find a deed in that folder. He sold you to me for 4 hundred thousand dollars.\"
She ran then, ran to the trees to vomit, her whole body convulsing with it. Shock and betrayal, she could not take this. It was utterly unbelievable, and yet, the proof had slapped her in the face.
Randall had not killed him!? All the hatred she had had for Randall now surged through her for Brian.
When she could throw up no more, she steadied herself, going back to the table and sitting down hard, her body limp, \"Why? What did I do?\"
\"Nothing. You did nothing. It was Brian. He was tired of you. His assistant at the firm is now sleeping in your bed. He\'s not a bisexual. It was all staged. He did not care about hurting you, but I made up the whole scenerio, hoping to save you this pain. Pain of the flesh is easier to forget than this. This, no human should have to bear.\"
Looking at him, it seemed for the first time, she saw his eyes gloss, as if he would cry for her. It wasn\'t possible, this man, this rapist, and kidnapper. But was he? \"Why did you buy me?\"
\"Because you are the female reflection of me. I saw in you all I ever wanted in a woman, and when Brian approached me, I did not hesitate. I wanted you, and wanted you so badly that I didn\'t care how. For that, I\'m sorry, but I can\'t apologize for making you the only thing I could think about.\"
He drew her to him then, pulling her off the chair, and having her sit on his lap, draped over him like a sleeping child lies on her father. he picked her up and carried her to her bed, laying her down with surpreme gentleness, lying next to her, his fingertips running over her tear streaked face, her closed eyes, her long graceful neck. She did not pull away from him, and in fact moved closer, needing to be held and comforted.
He did not disapoint her, arms wrapping around her like a blanket. Rae sobbed quietly in his embrace until she fell into a dreamlesss sleep.
He did not realize he had fallen asleep with her until he awoke, the sun gone, Rae standing at the window, staring out into the darkness. She sensed that he had woken and spoke without turning, \"I grieved. I grieved for him until my heart felt like it had left my chest. I grieved for his family, for the family that thought of him like some king. His parents. His baby sister. I felt thier loss through me. Now I know they all think I left him like some common tramp.\" Now she turned, a look in her eyes like he\'d never thought he would see. A steely hardness he wished he could wipe away from her.
\'My darling, Rae. I should not have told you. I would rather you hate me than be in this pain.\"
She walked to the bad then, and sat on the edge, her eyes softened to him, \"Randall, you wished to have me, and now you do. I am yours, but I need to be more than a slave. I need to be someone again.\"
He was up and wrapped around her in a second, his lips so close to hers she could almost taste them, \"You\'ve always been someone to me.\"
For the first time since she came here, she felt a lovers touch. Not the harsh touch of a cruel master, but the gentle caress of a lover.
he kissed her deep, his tongue carefully massaging hers, his hand delicately running over her body, stopping at her heaving breasts, circleing the hard nipple over her blouse.
She spoke in a breathless whisper, \"Make love to me Randall. Don\'t fuck me, take me like you love me. You do love me don\'t you?\"
Before he could stop himself, his lips were at her neck and a long, \"yesssss\" escaped his mouth.
He undressed her carefully, her writhing on the bed waiting, wanting...needing. Before he would go any further, he said, \"you really don\'t belong to me. You belong to the world.\"
His lips kissed their way down her throat, breasts, hard stomach, over her mound, to her sex, where he lingered, tongue rubbing her clit, making her gasp and moan in waves of ecstacy.
Her hands were in his thick hair, her head thrown back, back arching,pressing her hips down to meet his mouth. \"Randalllll\"
He made her cum hard, her hips bucking and quacking, then in one fluid movement, he was on top of her, her legs over his shoulders, and he was inside of her.
She let out a surprised and sudden groan as he thrust himself inside of her pussy, and she moved her hips back and forth to meet him, biting on his chest as she moaned with the most supreme pleasure she had ever felt.
Making love to her was more gratifying that he ever imagined, and he lived in that moment, lived to hear her moan and wanted nothing else in the world, not his homes, money, jet, yauhts, nothing, but to give her pleasure. He was hers now, he knew it with every inch of his body. She had captured him far more than he could ever have captured her. No bars could hold her now.
When they came together, both moaning loudly, it was like coming to the end of a long dangerous journey, and laying breathless next to one another afterwards, both felt as if they had finally reached home.
\"I want revenge.\"
Randall look over at her, standing on the beach, looking out over the waves, the wind blowing through her fire like hair, \"My love, no. Don\'t let this harden you.\"
She turned to him, a smile on her lips, \"Randall, you have the resources. Give me my vengance.\"
He could deny her nothing now. He was in too deep. He had confessed his love, and could not deny her requests. He would have wanted the same, \"Of course, Rae, whatever you desire.\"
Rae stared at the manilla folder. It could not be true. She did not want to see what was inside. She\'d rather live in her dream world where Brian was a good man wronged.
Terence had brought the folder in as Randall asked, Rae not saying a word during the process. She now sat, her hand refusing to open it, and sweat popping out over her whole body.
\"Rae, dear. I did not want you to find out like this. I wanted to keep this from you, but I failed, and for that I\'m very sorry. I thought it would be easier for you to grieve his death than to hear the truth.\"
She looked up at him, this man she thought a murderer, and his eyes were pleading. He had a softness to him now, a vulnerability that she never thought could exist in him.
Her hand went to the folder\'s edge, and shaking, opened it. The first thing her eyes met was a smiling photo of Brian in a newspaper. The caption read, \"Brian Walters lands 47 million dollar account. The date on the paper was a mere two weeks earlier.
Tears welling in her eyes, she looked to Randall to explain.
He sat next to her, his hand covering hers, \"Rae, darling, he did not want a divorce. He was afraid of losing too much of what he had, so he planned this, and made it to look like you deserted him so he could divorce you, and keep everything. He even made money on it. You will find a deed in that folder. He sold you to me for 4 hundred thousand dollars.\"
She ran then, ran to the trees to vomit, her whole body convulsing with it. Shock and betrayal, she could not take this. It was utterly unbelievable, and yet, the proof had slapped her in the face.
Randall had not killed him!? All the hatred she had had for Randall now surged through her for Brian.
When she could throw up no more, she steadied herself, going back to the table and sitting down hard, her body limp, \"Why? What did I do?\"
\"Nothing. You did nothing. It was Brian. He was tired of you. His assistant at the firm is now sleeping in your bed. He\'s not a bisexual. It was all staged. He did not care about hurting you, but I made up the whole scenerio, hoping to save you this pain. Pain of the flesh is easier to forget than this. This, no human should have to bear.\"
Looking at him, it seemed for the first time, she saw his eyes gloss, as if he would cry for her. It wasn\'t possible, this man, this rapist, and kidnapper. But was he? \"Why did you buy me?\"
\"Because you are the female reflection of me. I saw in you all I ever wanted in a woman, and when Brian approached me, I did not hesitate. I wanted you, and wanted you so badly that I didn\'t care how. For that, I\'m sorry, but I can\'t apologize for making you the only thing I could think about.\"
He drew her to him then, pulling her off the chair, and having her sit on his lap, draped over him like a sleeping child lies on her father. he picked her up and carried her to her bed, laying her down with surpreme gentleness, lying next to her, his fingertips running over her tear streaked face, her closed eyes, her long graceful neck. She did not pull away from him, and in fact moved closer, needing to be held and comforted.
He did not disapoint her, arms wrapping around her like a blanket. Rae sobbed quietly in his embrace until she fell into a dreamlesss sleep.
He did not realize he had fallen asleep with her until he awoke, the sun gone, Rae standing at the window, staring out into the darkness. She sensed that he had woken and spoke without turning, \"I grieved. I grieved for him until my heart felt like it had left my chest. I grieved for his family, for the family that thought of him like some king. His parents. His baby sister. I felt thier loss through me. Now I know they all think I left him like some common tramp.\" Now she turned, a look in her eyes like he\'d never thought he would see. A steely hardness he wished he could wipe away from her.
\'My darling, Rae. I should not have told you. I would rather you hate me than be in this pain.\"
She walked to the bad then, and sat on the edge, her eyes softened to him, \"Randall, you wished to have me, and now you do. I am yours, but I need to be more than a slave. I need to be someone again.\"
He was up and wrapped around her in a second, his lips so close to hers she could almost taste them, \"You\'ve always been someone to me.\"
For the first time since she came here, she felt a lovers touch. Not the harsh touch of a cruel master, but the gentle caress of a lover.
he kissed her deep, his tongue carefully massaging hers, his hand delicately running over her body, stopping at her heaving breasts, circleing the hard nipple over her blouse.
She spoke in a breathless whisper, \"Make love to me Randall. Don\'t fuck me, take me like you love me. You do love me don\'t you?\"
Before he could stop himself, his lips were at her neck and a long, \"yesssss\" escaped his mouth.
He undressed her carefully, her writhing on the bed waiting, wanting...needing. Before he would go any further, he said, \"you really don\'t belong to me. You belong to the world.\"
His lips kissed their way down her throat, breasts, hard stomach, over her mound, to her sex, where he lingered, tongue rubbing her clit, making her gasp and moan in waves of ecstacy.
Her hands were in his thick hair, her head thrown back, back arching,pressing her hips down to meet his mouth. \"Randalllll\"
He made her cum hard, her hips bucking and quacking, then in one fluid movement, he was on top of her, her legs over his shoulders, and he was inside of her.
She let out a surprised and sudden groan as he thrust himself inside of her pussy, and she moved her hips back and forth to meet him, biting on his chest as she moaned with the most supreme pleasure she had ever felt.
Making love to her was more gratifying that he ever imagined, and he lived in that moment, lived to hear her moan and wanted nothing else in the world, not his homes, money, jet, yauhts, nothing, but to give her pleasure. He was hers now, he knew it with every inch of his body. She had captured him far more than he could ever have captured her. No bars could hold her now.
When they came together, both moaning loudly, it was like coming to the end of a long dangerous journey, and laying breathless next to one another afterwards, both felt as if they had finally reached home.
\"I want revenge.\"
Randall look over at her, standing on the beach, looking out over the waves, the wind blowing through her fire like hair, \"My love, no. Don\'t let this harden you.\"
She turned to him, a smile on her lips, \"Randall, you have the resources. Give me my vengance.\"
He could deny her nothing now. He was in too deep. He had confessed his love, and could not deny her requests. He would have wanted the same, \"Of course, Rae, whatever you desire.\"