Thoughtless Sacrifice (3 page)

As soon as the doors closed I
pushed her up into the corner. “No one thinks you're a whore” my
voice dangerously low. I watched her swallow hard. I placed my
hands either side of her head or looked down into her blue eyes. “I
never want to hear you say that again” I warned. “Otherwise, there
will be consequences.”

“
Will I enjoy
the consequences?” Her fingers playing with my tie and her teeth
locking on her bottom lip.

“
Very much
so,” I smiled, holding up my goody bag. “Just like I'm going to
enjoy this game.” I stood back and swung the bag over my
shoulder.

“
Do I get a
say in anything?”

“
No, my
game... My Rules!” I enforced.

The door pinged open and we
stepped into the penthouse suite. I watched as Georgina's eyes go
dreamy. This was where we stayed the first night as Mr and Mrs
Thomas.

CHAPTER
FOUR

Georgina

The second the bedroom door
closed, everything about Maxwell changed. He became dominating and
his voice harsh. I loved it when he turned into this man. The
butterflies began to flutter in the pit of my stomach result of
excitement of the unexpected.

I couldn’t
take my eyes off my husband;
tall, muscular
man with spiky reddish hair. Dressed in my favourite blue suit with
a crisp white shirt. His blue eyes penetrating me and his perfect
mouth waiting for me. He took my breath away.

“
Strip” he
commanded.
“Tonight I’m in complete
control. No talking, no touching and no kissing. I will do as I may
and you were just endure in utter pleasure and
fulfilment.”

He places the
bag is has been carrying down on bed. “What's in there?” I
ask.

He raises an
eyebrow and slowly a sexy smile appears on his face. “All in good
time, Mrs Thomas. All in good time.” He removes his jacket and
rolls up the sleeves of his shirt up. “I do remember asking you to
strip.”

Oh my, just
from that heated gaze I know I’m in trouble. I slip off my
heels

Once again he
had his bag of magic tricks. Slowly he pulled out two sets of
handcuffs. This was new and the words he once said to me filled my
head.

“
Don't look
scared, Georgina” he slowly says as he begins to attach the
handcuffs on to the head broad. “This is going to be mind blowing.”
He attaches the handcuffs to each of my wrists, I was now unable to
move and completely.

His blue eyes
looked down at me. “You have no idea how good you look.” He then
removes a blind fold from the bag and leans a little closer. “Just
stay still and relax”. Then it went black.

I could hear fumbling around in
that bag again and my heart began to race. I was laying here
waiting in anticipation, wondering what game he had come up with.
Would I enjoy it? That was a stupid question to even think.

His soft lips landed on my
mouth and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Already my
arousal was beginning and that deep much wanted contact was needed
below.

His lips
slowly trailed down my neck, in between my breasts, down my stomach
to finally he was at his destination. My head tilted back as his
tongue began to twirl against my clit. Accidentally, I tugged on
the handcuffs and they tightened around my wrist. I whimpered out
in pain, but the slow swirls of his tongue immediately took it
away.

His lean index
finger pushed deep inside me and I lifted up my hips as he slid in
and out slowly. Out of nowhere came this low buzzing noise. Then a
vibrating sensation hit my sweet spot. His finger still moving in
and out of me gently. I cried out with desire.

Then it
switched, the vibrating had taken the place of his finger and now
his tongue was once again doing its magic. I felt myself beginning
to shake and the sensations took hold. The vibrating stopped and he
was lying on top of me. His bare skin hot and against
mine.

He began to
fill me and he began to rock. Gently, pulling himself in and out of
me. His hand removed from across my mouth and was replaced with his
lips. I wished I could reach out for him, tug at his hair or grab
hold of his perfect pert arse.

Without
warning he flipped me over on to my stomach, my arms crossing each
other and the metal of the handcuffs digging into my skin. His own
fingers dug into my waist and he was slamming into me from behind.
Each slam leading me over the edge. I heard him hiss and I knew his
teeth were gritted tightly together.
He
began slamming faster and a lot harder. Strangely enough, I
actually thought he was going to smack my arse, but he never did.
The way he was pushing into me was forceful and each slam I wanted
it to be harder. I came screaming out his name and unable to take
anymore of his wonderful punishment.

“
Fuck!” he
screamed as he released himself into me. He pushed me into the bed
and just lay motionless on top of me. I had to breathe deeply just
to try and regain myself. My whole body tingled with the after
effects and the handcuffs felt like they were cutting off my
circulation.

His hand
reached out and he pressed a button on the side of the handcuff and
one wrist was freed, then the other. He gave them a little rub and
kissed each one. I looked at the red and blue imprints they had
left and actually took pride in it. He rolled off me and pulled me
into his chest.

“
I love you”
he whispered. I looked up and his eyes were closed. He was really a
wonderful beautiful man.

“
I love you
too” I said as I hugged him harder.

“
What you
thinking about?” he asked, taking me off guard.

I returned his
smile. “How incredibly lucky I am.”

“
Luck has
nothing to do with it, Kendra. It was fate. We were always
destining to be with each other.” He kissed my forehead and pulled
me in closer. “Nothing is going to take you away from
me…Nothing.”

***

Maxwell

“
Did you have
fun?” I asked Georgina as we headed back home. I hoped the kids
were asleep. After this afternoon's activity I was tired and just
wanted to curl up in bed.

She rested her head on my
shoulder. “It was amazing,” she yawned as she snuggled into me.
“Much more appealing than a quickie in a fast food toilet” she
yawned again.

“
Exhausted?” I
mocked.

“
Aren't you
surprised? I mean, how many ways did you violate me?”

“
Not enough!”
My phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at
the caller ID. It was just my assistant, work could wait till
tomorrow. I pressed the reject button.

“
Aren't you
going to answer that?” Georgina asked surprised...

“
No... Like I
said, it's our day off. Tonight I just want to curl up in bed with
my wife and forget I'm a rich fucker who owns a successful
business.”

She kissed my cheek. “I love
you... Even if you're a flashy fucker.”

I cuddled up to her. “Only you
can make that sound sexy.” I closed my eyes and took in her sweet
scent.

“
Shall we tell
the kids tomorrow?” She asked.

“
About Paris?”
I yawned. “Yeah why not, I'll even stay for breakfast.”

Georgina sat up and stared at
me in bemusement. “What's happened to you in the last twenty-four
hours?”

“
You.” My
voice turned serious. “Saying we were drifting apart really scared
me. I can't lose you, Georgina and I never want to think about it.”
She hugged me hard and I hugged her back. Hopefully now everything
was back on track.

***

Maxwell

“
Shit!” I yell
at the top of my voice. “What do you mean the New York offer is
falling through?” I began pacing up and down my office. The anxiety
was beginning to take control. I wanted to rip my hair out. “What
do I pay you people for?” I stopped and rubbed my brow. “I fucking
can't... There is no way I can do a crisis meeting this
weekend.”

Fuck! It was Thursday and there
was no way I could go to New York tomorrow for the weekend. Who
were these dumb fuckers I had employed? The agency I was trying to
buy wouldn't sign anything till they saw me. It could have been any
time, but no, they had to choose the one weekend I was going
away.

I let out a deep breath. “Look,
I will see what I can do.” I hung up and threw the phone across the
room.

Shit! Georgina was going to
kill me if I went. But if I didn't, months of hard work would be
gone. Surely my wife would understand and we could always rearrange
the trip.

I really had no choice. I had
to go. I knew Georgina would have a little fit about it and then
she would be fine. I had to get her something to open on Saturday.
The trip would just happen a week later.

“
Why do you
have to go?” Georgina screamed, sitting down on the bed. “I thought
we had people to do that?”

“
We do” I
stressed. “Please George” I begged, sitting down on my side of the
bed. I couldn't bear to see the hurt on her face. “We can go next
weekend. Make it a week in Paris, the kids would love
it.”

“
My birthday
is Saturday!” She snapped, pulling back the covers and climbing
into bed as she turned her back to me.

I stood up and felt my fist
clench. “What the fuck am I meant to do?” I yelled with annoyance.
“Sometimes problems come up and you have to deal with them. Stop
acting like a spoilt brat.”

She sat bolt up and glared at
me. “Spoilt brat?” she jumped out of the bed. “Really? Well, fuck
you!” With that, she stormed out of the room.

I shook my head, okay, I said
that without thinking and now I was feeling bad. I had to
apologize. I walked out of the room and went in search. I knew
exactly where to find her in the spare room. I stood in the doorway
and watched while she sobbed sitting on the white four poster
bed.

I rested my head on the
doorway. “I'm sorry,” I cried. “I can be such an insensitive prick
sometimes.” She looked up and tutted. “This is our livelihood,
Georgina.” She quickly wiped the tears away. “Can I come in?” She
refused to answer of look at me. I hated when she did that.

I made my way into the room and
kneeled down in front of her resting my head on her lap. My hands
reached out and gripped her waist. I felt guilty, missing out on my
wife's birthday. I shook my head.

“
If I could
get out of it, I would. This is very important for us. Please do
not hate me” I begged my grip of her getting tighter.

I looked up and finally she was
looking down at me.

“
There is no
way you can get out of it?” She pleaded, her eyes burning into me.
I shook my head and her eyes welled up again. “It's my thirtieth
birthday.”

“
I know and I
promise to make it up to you and the kids” I reached out and
touched her beautiful face. “It hurts me too, you know.”

She rolled her eyes while
pushing me away. She stood up and made her way over to the chest of
draws. “Really sounds like it,” she huffed as she pulled a packet
of cigarettes from one of the draws. She placed the cigarette
between her rosebud lips, lit it and inhaled deeply.

I gave a slight smile. She
always insisted she was a non-smoker but I knew about her secret
stash. In fact, it helped me out when I got caught short.

“
Why can't you
cancel the meeting?” She asked, exhaling her nicotine
fix.

I stood up and strolled over to
her. “Because I can't.” I gave her the fuck-me-look. God, she even
made smoking look sexy, especially when she was wearing nothing but
a black silk nightdress.

In mid-motion I took the
cigarette off her and placed between my lips. “You're thirty on
Saturday” I inhaled. “Don't want you getting pre-mature
wrinkles.”

“
Cheers” she
sighed resting her head on my bare chest and curling her arms
around my hips. She let out an agonizing scream. I carried on
smoking her cigarette, I could feel her pain. I didn't want to go,
but it had to be done.

“Will you come straight back?”
She asked almost childlike.

“
Don't ask
stupid questions” I exhaled some more smoke. “As soon as it is over
I'll be on that plane and back in your bed.”

“
Our bed!” She
looked up with a cheeky smile. I returned it and rested my head on
hers. It was hurting me as much as it was hurting her. I didn't
know what a mess had happened out there, I just hoped I could clean
it up.

***

Georgina

I walked around the house. It
was massive; Indoor swimming pool, cinema room, gym, playroom for
the kids, a big American kitchen/diner, a grand dinning room, six
bedrooms each with their own private on-suite. Olivia even had her
own space with all the latest gadgets.

Here I was feeling completely
alone in this monster of a house. Maddy had taken Bailey out for
the day, Olivia was with friends and Maxwell had left early this
morning.

“
Happy
birthday” I sang to myself. I looked at the Pandora bracelet
Maxwell had given me this morning. Like a bracelet was going to
make up for missing out on Paris. Why did he have to put business
before me? Why his mind was always focused on money just
lately?

I wouldn't care if we all lived
in a cardboard box, as long as we were together. What was the point
in having this house, cars and money if he was never here to enjoy
them? I had to get out. Roaming around the house alone was
depressing me. I pulled out my phone and began to write a
text...... I'm bored! Want to go shopping?