Domesticated (19 page)

“You want to get out of here?” Sam asked.

“Okay, we have to go to your place, though. Garrison is at mine,” I said, already feeling the dampness in my shorts.

“Let’s just walk. I have someone staying at my place.”

“Is it a girl?” I asked. I was teasing. I knew if there was a girl there, she was related.

“Yup, she’s the second prettiest girl I know,” he teased right back. I knew I was the first he was speaking of.

Sam bought us a six-pack and we carried away. I pulled my fingers away from his when he tried to hold my hand. Garrison was there, not that I had a reason to think he would see me. Garrison wasn’t the type to go after his woman. I guess it was just another one of those things that scared the hell out of me about Sam. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was never supposed to be this…whatever
this
was.

Sam led us to a quiet, dark part of the beach between a section of houses and huts like his. He opened a beer for both of us and we sat, overlooking the ripples in the ocean illuminated by the moonlight.

“I’m going back to Connecticut with Garrison tomorrow,” I explained, taking a very long drink of the ice-cold beer. Aahh, refreshing.

“Why? I thought you were staying the summer. What about your Fourth of July party?”

“I’m not staying, just the week. There’s a very extravagant baby shower for a political baby. I have to go help with the planning.”

“Oh, is it a friend?”

“Not really. I can’t stand her to be honest.”

“Then why would you do it?”

“Status quo.” I smiled.

“Like you going to this baby shower is going to make you look a certain way? I don’t get it. What do you mean?”

“No, it’s not going to make me look a certain way. The Ashby name will be mentioned in the papers.”

“Ah…Status quo,” Sam said, understanding the stupid fact.

“Yeah, you should fly there and meet me about mid-week.”

“No, thank you. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Yeah, I knew it was a long shot. Maybe you better just fuck me here. Right now,” I suggested, lying back on my elbows.

“I don’t think so. I don’t much feel like going to jail for indecent exposure.”

“You sure?” I asked, sliding my hand through my shorts and right to my wet pussy. Dammit. I shouldn’t have done that.

“How often do you do that?”

“Do what?” I feigned ignorance, applying circular pressure to my pulsating nub.

“Play with your pussy?” he asked, coming to his knees in front of me.

“Daily, sometimes several times a day, sometimes once a day,” I explained lifting my head to his. The new upright angle was the perfect position to slide a couple fingers in. I moaned in his mouth as I rubbed below.

“Make it come,” Sam whispered to my lips, opening my knees a little with his hands. Sam unbuttoned my shorts and slid down the zipper. That helped a lot. My fingers danced on my clit while he watched the movement. It didn’t even matter that he couldn’t see. It was just as erotic with the cloth barrier as it would have been had I been naked and exposed.

As soon as my lips parted and I sucked in that first breath of a whimper, Sam covered my mouth with his and I came in my hand, moaning in his mouth. Pulling my hand from my shorts, Sam sucked three fingers into his mouth, bringing the lingering effects of an orgasm home.

“You’re so bad,” Sam accused, kissing my lips.

“You just sucked my pussy off my fingers. You’re the bad one.”

“I wasn’t bad before I met you. You’ve corrupted me.”

“You love it,” I countered, leaning into him.

Relieving myself helped with conversation a lot. I was able to talk to him without thinking about the throbbing between my legs. At first, it was just small talk—his family, the charter plane we had at our disposal anytime we wanted, my sports car, and then he asked me about my fantasies. Why I wanted him to do the things I did.

“You’ve only done two of them,” I reminded him. “You still haven’t put it in my ass.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I work under my own rules, not yours. What else? Besides the fact that you want me to fuck you up the ass, what else do you want?”

“A threesome.”

“Two guys?”

“No. I want to fuck a girl, but I want a guy there, too.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll do that,” he laughed.

“Yeah, isn’t that every guy’s fantasy?” I asked, taking the last beer.

“You’re sharing that,” Sam assured me. “Heck yeah. What guy wouldn’t want two hot chicks at once?”

“Good, got any candidates?”

“I’m a second-grade teacher. What do you think? Guess we’ll just have to focus on that ass thing,” he teased. Damn him…

Saying goodbye to Sam that night was hard. It was like we were never going to see each other again. Like it was going to be longer than a week. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Call me if you can,” Sam called, staring after me.

I didn’t look back. I raised my hand in the air, letting him know I heard.

I stumbled up the steps and giggled. I guess five beers of my own were a bit much. I turned back to see Garrison studying me over the brim of his dark-framed glasses, and giggled again.

It’s funny how people become creatures of habit. Birds of a feather flock together. Being back home in Connecticut, I fell right back into my role. I bitched out the housekeeper for a streak on a glass-top table, yelled at the delivery guy for dropping my package, and snapped at Olivia as soon as she answered my call.

“Hello, Mrs. Ashby. How was your vacation?” 

“Too short. Are you coming here to help me with this Fourth of July catering thing or not?”

“Did you ask me to?”

“I’m asking now. Do you have a ride or should I come pick you up?”

“I’m babysitting today. Can we do it tomorrow?”

“I’m going to be home all week. Are you going to be able to come and take care of things around here, or should I find someone else?”

“No, ma’am. I can do it. I can come today, but I would have to bring my cousin’s daughter. She’s seven; she wouldn’t be any trouble. She’s very good.”

“No! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Olivia didn’t need a
you’re welcome
from me. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting it. The nerve of that girl. Did she really think she was going to bring a child in my home? I sighed audibly, looking around the mansion. It was eerily quiet. I hadn’t been home a day yet and already missed the sounds of the ocean, The Strip, and GRRRR, I missed Sam. Garrison didn’t even come in the house with me. He had stuff to do.

I sat out by the pool and had lunch. Gina didn’t make my tuna salad the way Olivia did and I sent her away with it. She could try again. I wasn’t paying her to half-ass things around here.

After eating the sandwich that still wasn’t as good as the way Olivia made it, I sipped wine and slid my dark shades over my eyes. The first thing I had to see behind my dark eyes was Sam, but not his face. My eyes focused on his erection, how hard it always felt, and the pre-come at the tip of his head. I knew there was a visibly darkening stain showing through the thin white encasement on my bikini. I squirmed a bit, thinking about Sam’s cock sliding inside me. 

“Hi, Mrs. Ashby,” I heard the voice above my head. I knew right away that it was my young, college-boy neighbor. Oh, did I mention good-looking young neighbor? Lifting my shades, I smiled up at Christian. I should have been ashamed of myself, looking at him that way. I watched the young lad grow for the last six or so years.

“Hello, Christian. Home from school?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering if you happened to see Clementine. She ran off again.”

“No, sorry. I haven’t,” I replied, letting my right knee fall to the side a little. I wanted Christian to see the wetness I felt between my legs. I gave him the perfect opportunity with my open legs and dropped sunglasses. Just like I knew the horny boy would do, he took the chance with my dark shades covering my eyes and looked down. I took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

Swaying my knee back and forth, I caught him looking down at my wetness four times while I asked trivial questions about his stupid dog, and then school, trying to keep him there long enough to see it. I could see Christian’s erection forming, bigger and bigger, harder and harder, angled up and to the right of his khaki shorts. He couldn’t see where my eyes lingered, but I could see his. My pussy throbbed like mad, watching the boy’s shorts tighten before my eyes.

“Well, I should probably go find Clementine,” Christian decided, covering his now full erection with the black dog leash. Christian wouldn’t have an issue with keeping a girl happy.

“Okay, good luck.” I smiled my sick, twisted victory smile. Looking around to the empty backyard, I slid my fingers through the leg of my bikini. Aahh. That felt amazing. Keeping my eyes open for anyone around, I rubbed myself to bliss, thinking about the too-young neighbor boy. It wasn’t until I felt the first wave that young Christian was replaced with Sam’s piercing eyes, staring down at me the way he did when he fucked me, and I came.

Angelica and Porsha Briggs were at my house early the following morning. Why, I don’t know. The two of them had the whole thing planned out already. I agreed with everything they said, not giving a shit about the pink carnations and white string-lights dangling close to each vase. I did care about the text message from Sam.

S- Hey there pretty girl. How are you?

I wanted to text,
missing you
, but didn’t.
Kendra- Okay, how are you?

S- Missing yo
u
<3

Kendra- Me too. I need to be fucked.

S- You’re so bad.

Kendra- And dirty.

S- Yes, definitely dirty. You just made me have a twitch.

Kendra- Great, now you made the same thing happen to me down there, thinking about it happening to you.

S- Call me. We’ll talk each other through it.

Kendra- Can’t, I have company, but I will take you up on it later.

S- I’ll see if I have time for you then.

Kendra- Make time.

“Kendra?”

“Huh, I mean, excuse me?” I said, hearing Porsha. I was sure that wasn’t the first time my name was called.

“Do you like the idea of the white lace being over the pink tablecloths? I’m thinking it will accent the white string-lights.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think that is a very good idea,” I agreed. Whatever. I could care less.

Kendra- talk later.

S- Fine
.


Kendra- What are you, five?

Olivia showed up shortly after noon and served us hors d’oeuvres, Camembert cheese and crackers, and then a garden salad with my favorite wine. I didn’t think they would ever leave. All I could think about was phone sex with Sam. How did that even work?

I didn’t get to find out that day. Sam was a trader. He went out on a yacht for someone else. It was nice to see Olivia and let her handle the party at the beach house I didn’t want to have. I could only think about Sam being out with someone else. Why that should even matter made no sense to me. Sam wasn’t a pet, I wasn’t keeping him, and he was free to fuck whomever he wanted, except…He didn’t use protection with me. What if he didn’t use it for other girls? What if he gave me something? I would kill him.

The day turned out to be the longest ever. I texted Sam many times. He never answered, not that I thought he would. If he were out in the ocean, he wouldn’t get it until he was back on shore.

“Did you want me to go home now, or were you planning on me staying the week?” Olivia asked, interrupting my last text message to Sam.

“Of course, I want you here the entire week. Why would you ask such a rhetorical question?”

“I’m sorry. It’s fine. I can stay.”

“Can you get me a glass of wine? Bring it upstairs to my balcony.”

Looking out over my balcony in my backyard was nothing compared to the front yard ocean at the beach house. That’s where I wanted to be, maybe out on the yacht with Sam inside me.

“Sit down,” I ordered when Olivia returned with my wine.

“Why? I mean, okay,” Olivia agreed, changing her tune when she saw the dissatisfied look on my face.

After thinking about it for a second, I made Olivia get another glass and join me for an evening glass of wine. I could tell she was uncomfortable about it, which in turn, added to my satisfaction.

“How old are you, Olivia?” I asked curiously.

“Twenty-five.”

“Do you date? I mean, it seems like you’ve dedicated almost the entire last year of your life to me.”

Olivia smiled shyly. “I don’t date. I’m actually engaged. Jackson just left three weeks ago for his second deployment. He’ll be gone for twelve months this time.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, surprised. I wasn’t really expecting that.

“Yes. We’re trying to save what we can while he is in the service. We want to buy a house close to my parents and start a family.”

“So you do have sex?” I expressed boldly, causing her to squirm and feel very anxious. I loved it.

“Well, we do when he’s home. He lives on base at Fort Rucker in Alabama when he’s not deployed. He has one more year.”

“Hmm. And then what? I mean, is he going to go to school? It takes a lot of money to support a family. Will you continue to work?”

“Jackson is studying to be an engineer while he is in the service. I will work if I need to, but we’re hoping I can just stay home and be a housewife and a mother.”

I didn’t care about all that. “I see. Tell me about your sex life,” I coaxed, treading on a layer of ice I wasn’t sure would hold me. She could have told me it wasn’t my business, but common sense told me she needed the money.

“Wha-what about it?”

“Is Jason good in bed?”

“Jackson. Yes, very good.”

“Tell me about it. Does he go down on you?”

“Mrs. Ashby, I don’t know if this is proper conversation to have with my boss.”

“Then don’t consider me your boss. We’ve known each other long enough to say we’re friends, don’t you think? Isn’t that what girlfriends talk about? Sex?” I persuaded, giving her the eye over the rim of my glass.

“Um, yeah. He’s uh, he does that,” she admitted.

I could feel the throbbing between my legs once again, picturing Olivia and her dark-skinned legs spread while her boyfriend licked her pussy.

“Tell me about it.”

“What do you want to know?” she asked, looking down.

I smiled when she took a very long drink of her wine. She was crawling out of her skin and I was loving every second of it.

“Does he bring you to orgasm that way? Does he finger fuck you while he’s doing it? Does he suck on your clitoris?”

“Yes. He does all those things. He’s very good at it.”

My pussy was going crazy right about then. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see everything she just described to me. “You will go twelve months with no sex now? How can you possibly do that?”

“Yes, this is the second time. I can wait.”

“Do you take care of yourself while he is away?”

Olivia looked down to her hands in her lap.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I touch myself all the time. Do you?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted.

“Have you ever watched me play with my pussy, Olivia?” I asked. I knew I should stop, and I was probably crossing lines and burning bridges, but I couldn’t. I was so turned on by her right now, it wasn’t funny.

“I have,” she admitted.

“Where?”

“Once by the pool, once when you were reading a book, once when you were watching something on your tablet, and once in your tub. I’m sorry. I always left. I didn’t stay and watch.”

My perverted, horny little pussy was doing back flips beneath my robe. Voices screamed loud in my head, telling me to stop. I couldn’t. The line was already crossed.

“Did you like watching?” I asked in some sort of sick, perverse tone that I didn’t recognize myself. Olivia shrugged her shoulders without looking up from wringing her hands nervously in her lap.

“Look at me, Olivia,” I ordered. “Did you like watching me?” I asked the same question again.

“I think so, but I’m not a lesbian, or anything,” she quickly made me aware of the fact.