Home for the Holidays (2 page)

“You have to!” I shouted and yanked my elbow from his grasp; I hurried back to the house, my angry tears evaporating like magic in the cool wind as I approached the door to the mud room. I took a deep steadying breath before I entered the house.

The party seemed to be thinning now, it was close to midnight and the guests who were not stay over made their way around saying goodbyes. I said a quick good night to my mother and step-father and retreated to my room where I
took off my makeup and drew a hot bath to relieve the tension from the long drive, and seeing Ian again. After a very long soak, I drained the tub and unpacked my things, thinking about upcoming shoots and the party that was scheduled for New Years Eve, anything to keep my thoughts from drifting back to that evening a few months ago. I pulled on my night clothes, which consisted of an old tattered Nine Inch Nails shirt that I’d got at my very first concert, and flannel pants. I put on thick fluffy socks to protect my feet from the freezing wood floors, and silently made my way down to the kitchen. I was starving, and with the martini’s I’d had, I needed something in my stomach before I went to sleep.

The house was dark, quiet and cold. It had always had the feel of a museum at night, when no one was around to occupy the vast amount of space.
I opened the fridge and pulled out turkey, cheese and a tomato. I went to the bread box and pulled out two slices of rye bread and popped them into the toaster. I ate my sandwich silently in the dark kitchen; only the small light above the stove was on as I leaned over the breakfast bar. It reminded me of when I lived here; most of my meals were eaten here in the kitchen, alone. My mother and her husband had rarely been home while I was growing up and when they were they were usually busy with other things.

I heard soft foot falls in the foyer, and glanced up as Ian appeared in the doorway. I scowled at him before popping the last bit of my crust into my mouth and taking my plate to the sink, rinsing it and leaving the kitchen. He followed me. Outside my door I turned to face him.

“I want you to leave me alone Ian. I can’t take this nonsense anymore.” I said, looking at him squarely, my chin held high.

“It’s not nonsense.” He stepped closer
to me, the smell of fresh soap assailing my nostrils, his hair was damp.

He brought his hand up and placed it on the side of my face. I tried to pull away but his other arm circled my waist and dragged me fully against his body, and his lips pressed firmly to mine as a small growl curled up from his chest. I pressed against his shoulders with my hands.

“Ian stop!” I hissed at him. “We can’t do this. Ever! It never should have happened.”

“
You, are not, my sister.” He said firmly through gritted teeth.

“For all intents and purposes I am Ian, and you have to accept that.”

“You want me too.” He said, burying his face in my thick curls.

“I don’t.” I said, not nearly as firm as I’d wanted to.

“You do.” He said as he nuzzled my neck.

“Ian, please.” I whispered
, my eyes drifting closed as he kissed below my ear.

His teeth closed on my sensitive flesh at my neck a
nd he pressed against me until we were in my room. He closed and locked the door behind him with one hand, and then lifted my t-shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor at our feet. He dipped his head to kiss my breasts, and capture first one, and then the other nipple in his teeth, his hands squeezing them as he did so. I looked down into his eyes, biting my lower lip as I watched him work my body.

He
slowly slid my flannel pants down my legs as he sank to his knees, carefully removing my feet one leg at a time, then slid his hands up the outside of my thighs. He was kneeling before me, resting his hands on my hips, staring up at me and pleading at me with his eyes. He brought his lips to my stomach, and trailed kisses down to slither his tongue inside of me. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and he pushed me back to sit on the bed, I sat back on my elbows and watched my ashen skin blush beneath his mouth. His eyes peered up at me as he tasted my sex, sumptuously lapping at me while kneading my ass and thighs with his hands. I ran my hand through his thick curly hair and his blue eyes watched my face as he slid his fingers inside of me. I let my head fall back, and he slid his hand up my stomach, between my breasts and pressed me down to lie on my back. He dragged his fingers slowly in and out of me as his tongue twisted around and sucked on my clit until I was dripping wet. I was trying not to make any noise, but his mouth was so exquisite I couldn’t help the soft moans that were escaping me.

Ian brought his other hand up and covered my mouth with it as my breathing became faster and my moaning grew louder. This only excited me more, I started to squirm, and
ground myself against his face. He removed his fingers from me, and pinned my hips down with his arm, assailing my clitoris like a starved animal. My entire body rocked with spasms and air gushed in and out of my nostrils as I came undone, his hand loosened over my mouth, and then moved to the side of my face as he kissed me. I felt him, thick and hard against my asshole, and then he began to slide himself up and down my wetness. I lifted my hips, inviting him, desperately wanting him to fill me. I dragged my nails down his stubbly jaw, arching against him, biting my lip to keep from making any noise as his hands explored my body with feather light touches.

“Ian…” I whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He took one of my hands from his face and kissed the tips of my fingers.

“Just let me love you Chase.” He closed his eyes and held my hand against his cheek for a second.

I slid my hand down his taunt stomach and grasped him; slowly I guided him inside me, taking every inch as he pressed into me, his teeth on my neck. I arched my back as he began to slowly slide in and out of me. I held his hips between my legs, my feet on his calves and met each of his thrusts with my own, I was gritting my teeth trying to be silent, but as we moved together and I felt myself tightening and growing hot I forgot about trying to be quiet, little groans made their way up my chest and I bit into Ian’s shoulder to try to stifle myself as I contracted and released around him.

He flipped me over effortlessly and hiked my right knee up beside my breast, still between my knees he entered me from behind; I felt his cock pressing down on my g-spot as he pressed into me. I buried my face into my pillow, stifling my moan. I squeezed the sides of the pillow, and moaned into it until I ran out of oxygen, as he moved in and out of me. When I lifted my face I looked back at Ian; I reached my arm out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him so he leaned over me. He kissed me, placing one of arms across my shoulders and hugging me to his body, my head leaned back onto his shoulder while his other hand was on my hip, grasping me as he thrust inside of me.

I
an released me and I started to moan again, and goose bumps crawled along my flesh, I was on my knees now, and I let my face sink to the bed as Ian held a handful of my thick hair, the other arm was snacked around my waist pulling me against him with each thrust. I let my eyes slide closed and pressed my lips together as he picked up a punishing rhythm and as I began to unravel around him he released my hair and gently placed his palm across my lips, and pulled me back against his body. I was unable to control the moans that ripped out of me with each sweet clench; I was practically bucking and he held me tight against him with the arm he still had around my waist.

*

The next morning, I was up before the sun, I looked at the large black star wall hanging that had a small clock in the center of it. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet. I got up and washed my face, pulled on a pair of yoga pants, and sweats over them. I put on wool socks, my running shoes, my thermal long sleeved turtleneck a warm hat that covered my ears and my thick hoodie over that. I made my way downstairs, it was still quiet, but I could hear soft footsteps as the maid cleaned up the house, and their cook made breakfast.

Outside it was a clear blue sky, the sun was barely up, making i
t look pale and muted, there were some birds stirring. I plugged my headphones into my phone, put on my favorite running playlist and began a brisk walk down the garden path. I followed it along my parent’s property, when I reached the end of the garden path I started to jog. There was a trail in the woods behind my parents property that I’d ran along every morning in high school while I was on cross country. I loved to run, it was a great way to release stress, and of course I had to stay in shape for work. I let my thoughts drift back to when I’d met Ian in Los Angeles.

I had no idea he was even in the city
, we never really stayed in touch with one another. My manager had an annual party every year in June for his wife’s birthday, this particular party started around seven at night and lasted until the early hours of the morning. I hadn’t even seen him at the party, I was talking with my friend Anessa when Jerry, my manager called me over to him. I was laughing hysterically at something Anessa said; when I was beside Jerry he turned me toward a man who was chatting with Justin Strong, one of the male performers of the year. His back was to me and Jerry winked at me while we waited for a moment to jump in.

“Excuse me, Ian.” He said as the man turned around, and my smile evaporated. “This is Chaste
Meridian, my top female model. But we’re hoping that she’ll consider performing.” Jerry beamed at me with pride as he introduced me by my modeling name. Ian only faltered for a second when he met my eyes, before he held his hand out to me.

“Pleasure to meet you…. Chase?” He asked.

“Uh, it’s Chaste.” I stammered as I stared wide eyed at him.

“Oh? Chase is so much more fun. Jerry was telling me over the phone yesterday that you don’t do many vanilla shoots... interesting.” He was wicked.

He looked at me appreciatively, as if he were honestly meeting me for the first time. I briefly wondered if he didn’t recognize me, but I knew he did, he had to we weren’t that out of touch. My intricate vine tattoo that carried across my shoulders, and lead to roses and thorns with butterflies and rose petals drifting down my left arm; they made it difficult for people not to recognize me when they were showing, if they knew me. I had stars and a long, beautiful white dragon outlined and shaded in blacks and grays on my right arm, it popped against my fair skin, white ink hadn’t even needed to be used. Ian knew me, even if I’d been introduced by my model name. The chiffon dress I wore came down to my knees, so my twin dream catcher tattoos on the backs of my thighs weren’t showing, as they usually did for any of my shoots, they were my signature tattoos. On the fronts of my thighs I had red bows that were sitting on top of garters, which faded down into my natural skin color. Those came almost to the tops of my knees so they only showed when I sat and crossed my legs. I wore my hair swept to the side, pinned into waves with bobby pins, my makeup was flawless, winged liner, red lipstick and a touch of rouge.

“So, what is the name of your new studio, what kind of movies do you do?” I asked, sipping my drink. He laughed at me a little, and smiled at Jerry, who stepped away from us.

“I’ve been liv
ing in LA for eight years, Chase… My studio has been here for five.” He winked.

“Please, call me Chaste.” I smiled at him.

As the night went on Ian and I couldn’t stop talking, both pretending as if it were the first time we’d ever met for the sake of the people around us. After countless drinks, chats with friends and toasts to health and the birthday girl; we ended up on the couch talking about college, his experience with a failed attempt to not move to LA and just be a lawyer, follow his father into Politics. But he hadn’t wanted to be a politician, he like many of us in LA were just meant to be here. We fit here, this was our lifestyle, and we were drawn to it like moths to a flame. He stared at me over his glass of scotch, his silver tie loosened, his jacket unbuttoned, his crystal blue eyes were dazzling. He was so confident, so sure of himself, he had an edge to him that I couldn’t pinpoint; it was as if I were meeting this man for the first time. He was quick to laugh, he was intelligent and charming, and he was flirtatious.

“Where did you come from?” I asked him, I was drunk and had no filter between what I thought and what I said.

“We never mention those sorts of things in LA do we? Chaste…” He added, running his finger along my thigh.

“No. I guess we don’t.”

“Your last name isn’t really Meridian is it?” He asked, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

“No.”

“Did you graduate college?” He asked suddenly.

“I did, I have my degree in art history.”

“When did you decide to be a model?” He asked.

“After I graduated.”
I wanted this conversation to end. Was it any business of his?

“Tell me, what type of photo shoots do you do Miss Meridian?” He sipped his scotch smoothly.

“I do work for a lot of places, Kinxxx, Lipservice…”

“
Kinkxxx?”

I swallowed hard. Why was he asking this? “Yes.”

“But you only do photos?” He asked.

“Yes
.”

“Would you consider movies?” He asked seriously.

“I guess so… I don’t really know.”

“I’ve done movies.” He said, directly.