Trust Me II (28 page)

Two hours had passed by before either knew it and now it was nearly ten o’clock. Sandra was amazed at how tired she felt and as she watched her husband plunk away on his laptop, her eyes began to drift closed. It wasn’t until she felt the warm arms around her that she realized she had fallen asleep and was now being carried into the bedroom.

“You need some rest,” Creighton told her, kissing her forehead as he pushed the door open. “You’re trying to carry on for two now, so no more late nights for a while.”

“I’m fine,” she said, though the words were lost in a yawn.

“Sleep my love,” he told her as he laid her across the mattress. “I’ll be in shortly.”

“Will you wake me?”

“No, you need to get some real sleep. I’ll let you wake me in the morning.” Creighton kissed her lips gently as he peeled her tee-shirt off across her torso.

“You sure you won’t wake me?” she teased him.

“I am never sure of anything when I’m with you, except that I love you and you drive me insane.” He lowered her down to the bed and pulled her pants off across her shoeless legs, smiling wickedly at the panty-less wonder in front of him.

“I can stay awake for a little longer,” she suggested causing him to chuckle, his warm hand pressing gently against her lower abdomen.

“You need sleep,” he insisted again, though not with quite the conviction he had a few moments earlier.

“Just a few more minutes?” she asked smiling as he groaned. He sat on the bed between her spread legs and slowly caressed her inner thighs.

“There are never enough minutes when we’re together.” They had made love only once since learning she was pregnant and that was what he termed,
plain vanilla
. Although it was very enjoyable and they both found their release, it wasn’t the same as playing and she had a deep desire to have him drive her wild.

“What if I promise to be a very good girl and do exactly as I’m instructed? Would you let me stay up a little longer?” Creighton narrowed his gaze on her; a wicked, playful smile caressed his full lips.

“Exactly as you’re told?” he asked in a deep, husky whisper. Sandra nodded and almost shouted with joy as he left the bed and walked to the close, picking up the black bag. She leaned up on her elbow and watched as he sat it on the end of the bed and unzipped the main compartment, removing the wand, the cuffs and the gel. Biting her lip to prevent herself from giggling, she watched him set the bag on the floor and move up to lie beside her.

“So you think you can obey and do as I tell you?” he asked her, caressing her breasts with his long fingers. “I happen to know from many personal experiences, that you are an excellent student; very astute and sincere in your studies. I suppose such dedication should be rewarded.” Sandra lost control and giggled, smiling happily as he leaned down and began caressing her breasts with the tip of his tongue, pulling her onto her side to face him.

“I did some research the other day when we got back from the doctor’s,” he told her, grazing the delicate flesh with his teeth. “We can still play, but you have to tell me if it hurts or if you can’t stand any more. I can’t push you past your limits for a while.”

“But I like it when you push,” she pouted.

“Promise you’ll tell me or we won’t play, we’ll just make love.”

“Fine,” she said rolling her eyes than screeched when he slapped her bare bottom.

“This isn’t for your punishment, Sandra; it’s for our child’s safety. Now promise me.”

“I promise, I promise. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

“Just think of how great it will be once you’ve recovered from childbirth. I will make it well worth the wait and frustration of taking it easy.” Sandra smiled, the image of his words brought an array of delightful, wicked scenarios into her mind and she closed her eyes, basking in the sensations he was stirring to life. His tongue continued to explore her upper torso, her neck, her collarbone and her ear where he tugged gently on the lobe.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck.

“I want you to love me until I’m breathless,” she said.

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse, even though you once again push me past my common sense.” Creighton rolled her over to her back and stretched her arms above her head as he
kissed her lips hard and passionately, their tongues dancing the familiar tango, their breath mingling as one. He pressed into her, his erection hard against her tummy then pulling away from her he slipped her wrists into the feline covered cuffs and secured them to the posts. Once she was tethered neatly, he began kissing her again; her lips, her neck, her breast, down her sternum to the jewel hanging from her navel and finally to the place that was aching for his touch. His lips grazed the flesh of her pubic region as he slid his tongue gently up the split of her labia.

Sandra’s hands balled into fists and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to come yet, she wanted to savor her husband’s touch but when the tip of his tongue began to circle the swollen bud of her clitoris, she had no choice, she was lost to the passion and arched her back, crying out in her climax. Several long moments passed by before he relented and allowed her to fall back on the bed, gasping for air.

“That was unexpected,” he teased her. “Exactly how long have you been holding back?”

“I’ve wanted you to play with me for days,” she panted. “

“So you are not happy with just making love?”

“I am very happy making love with you, but I like your games and I love it when you torture me with your tongue. Remember, you’ve turned me into an orgasm crazed lunatic?” Creighton laughed softly.

“Do you want to continue, or are you tired?”

“No, no, I’m not that tired. Please carry on,” she insisted a little more eagerly than she thought she would. Creighton smiled at her enthusiasm and climbed off the bed; pulling her ankles down and restraining her to the bed’s posts. He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, smiling contently at the woman spread out before him.

“I still say you’re a sight worthy of worship,” he told her watching the color creep slowly up her face. He quickly removed his pants and shirt and walked to the bed taking the wand and smiling as she once again bit her lower lip.

“I think this may become your best friend while you’re pregnant,” he told her. “It won’t hurt and doesn’t penetrate, so you’ll be able to enjoy it all day if the desire strikes.”

“The desire is striking right now, so stop talking and start playing.”

Creighton laughed loudly at the impatience in her tone and the desperate need radiating on her face; she was definitely
getting braver and he rather enjoyed her ordering him about. Sandra gasped as the slow humming vibration caressed her inner calves one at a time then slowly moved up; massaging and caressing the firm skin covering her lean muscles, causing her to hold her breath in anticipation.

“You are very wet,” he whispered, pressing the ball against her labia. A soft moan echoed around the room and she was instantly aware it had come from her. The feeling was incredible, exactly what she had needed all day and she relaxed into the sensations. He caressed her labia for several seconds before reaching down and spreading them, moving the ball against her clitoris. She groaned loudly, her muscles tensing and quivering as she tried to resist the sensations. He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned, a second finger and she growled, her hips rising slightly toward him. When the foot to the mattress sank under his weight she knew what was going to happen and she smiled in anticipation.

He slid the rock hard shaft of his penis into her slowly, inch by inch until he was sheathed within the moist heat; the vibrations against her clitoris continued as he began a slow steady thrust, out and in, out and in. She felt like she would lose her mind; the heat of desire mingled with the dizziness of passion and within a few seconds she found her release again, crying out his name. Creighton kept her going, allowing her orgasm to consume her until he fell into her, spilling his heat as he gripped her outer buttocks with his fingers, holding her to him.

The encounter was brief and filled with urgency, but as they melded together a few moments later, he realized it was what he had been longing for as well. He shut the wand off and set it aside as he stretched out beside her, unfastening her ankles and then her wrists before pulling her into his strong embrace.

Sandra yawned as she snuggled closer to him. It was strange how this man could make her feel so frustrated one moment and so satiated the next and as she slowly found herself drifting to sleep she realized somewhere in the darkness of slumber that she was smiling.

Morning arrived much sooner than Creighton would have preferred, but as he rolled over to look as his wife asleep next to him, he smiled knowing he would never be able to go back to sleep with her warm, naked body inches away from him. Given another day, perhaps he would have woken her, but he knew she was tired and needed her sleep. Everything he had read the past few days stressed the need for increased rest the first few weeks of pregnancy.

With a reluctant sigh, he moved out from beneath the covers and gathered his clothes he had worn the day before. He slipped his long legs back into his jeans and padded barefoot to the door, glancing over his shoulder once more before leaving her to sleep on.

The rooms of his flat didn’t seem quite so vast anymore; it was a feeling he noticed right off when he carried her over the threshold more than two weeks ago. The many times he had stayed here before either on personal time or business; there was always a sense of loneliness that he could never quite get over. Having Sandra with him took all of that away; she made him complete. With a heavy sigh, he ran his hands through his tussled hair; there was still a secret of his past that she would someday need to understand. A secret that haunted his dreams causing him to wake in a panic, horror and disbelief always accompanied the sweat and heart wrenching grief. He feared her reaction, unsure if she would find his secret too much to bear; it was a concern that had kept his lips sealed for these past weeks.

He stepped into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice, his own brand of course, and returned to the dining room where he opened his laptop. He had completely forgotten about the papers he was reviewing the night before when he noticed his wife had fallen asleep. He hadn’t even shut off the machine; he carried her to bed and fell asleep with her in his arms after making love to her. It was not a decision he regretted though, he smiled.

Still active on the desktop was the contract his solicitors had drawn up for the purchase of James and Mary’s property in Kansas. The price the town’s mayor had suggested had been outrageous; far less than the true value the land was worth. It was obvious the man was a typical politician; he wanted to leave office as the man who brought increased revenue into the town’s pocket. Creighton couldn’t blame him; it was business, but at the expense of an elderly couple was unacceptable to him. He would never cheat another person in a business deal, even if they weren’t his wife’s grandparents.

The contract looked to be in order, the plans for the plant were ready and he had approved the changes his engineers suggested. All that remained were the signatures, which meant he
either had to go to America, or he had to bring the Stevens’ back to England; neither he opposed doing. The pinging sound came across the small speaker on his computer, alerting him to an email. He minimized the contract and plans he had been reviewing and opened the message from Andrew and began to read it.

“Crey,

Just wanted to let you know the forensic team is finished at the farm and the investigation there has been wrapped up. Your people are back to work and you can move in when you return to Yorks. All total, six female bodies have been found, all buried within feet of each other. We found some possible DNA left behind with one of the victims, but without further testing we won’t be able to determine anything definitively. I’m sorry this had to happen to you, especially now with a new bride. I’ll keep you informed as to the results of the tests. Until then, I hope you’re enjoying your honeymoon. Sabrina and Irena are making wagers as to when the baby will be born. I know you said that’s not the reason you married so quickly and we believe you, but I think we’re all a little anxious to see the family grow.

By the way, Cathy went back to Kansas with her grandparents last week. She was pretty depressed about her argument with Sandra, but I think it woke her up a bit. She’s realizing her little sister is grown up and doesn’t need her protection any longer. She was offered a job today in upstate New York on a newspaper doing some sort of political or government investigations. I don’t understand American politics, but she was excited and called to tell me about it. Maybe you can ask your wife to call her; she really wants to talk with her sister.

Let me know when you plan on coming back. Hopefully I’ll have more answers for you by the time you return.

Andrew”

Creighton closed out of the email and pulled the contract back up. The thought of what he had overheard the day of their reception between his wife and her sister made him frown; he didn’t like to be the cause of her pain or the reason they were at odds. He loved Sandra and he knew without a doubt she loved him; it was a fact Cathy was going to have to adjust to and deal with, especially now that there was a baby involved.