Domesticated (20 page)

I chuckled a little. “It’s okay, neither am I. Would you like to watch me play with myself?”

Olivia’s eyes shot to mine, wide and full of terror. I loved it. It sparked something in me that I hadn’t ignited yet, something new and thrilling.

“Hmmm?” I asked, untying my robe and moving it to the side for her to see my naked body beneath it.

“Do you want me to watch you?” she answered my question with a question.

“I will if you’re interested. Are you interested in seeing this?” I asked, propping one foot to the adjacent chair and running one finger up my extremely wet pussy slit.

“Okay,” she replied, not really agreeing. It was close enough to a yes for me. I’m not sure if Olivia really wanted to see me do that or not, but hearing the okay gave me the permission I needed.

I put on one hell of a show for her. Neither of us spoke, and her eyes never left my pussy, not once. I spread myself with two fingers, giving her full view to my wet, throbbing sex. My eyes never left her eyes, watching me. My clitoris swelled above my lips while I inserted a finger, sliding it in and out. I could have made it come in seconds, but didn’t. I was enjoying myself too much. I loved Olivia watching me play with myself.

I was finally spent after twenty minutes. I couldn’t take it for one more second. I sat up straighter, split myself more with my fingers, and rubbed vigorously on my nub. My lips parted and I let out a shallow whimper as the first quake hit me hard. The next one was even harder. The way Olivia grasped the arms of her chair and stared at my fingers hard at work made it so powerful. Our eyes locked once I felt the unveiling, the descending of an amazing orgasm. I rode out every single wave, feeling my walls tighten around my two inserted fingers and wishing they were Olivia’s fingers.

“You can go,” I rasped, covering myself with my robe. Olivia darted off the balcony in record time. I should have instantly been embarrassed by my overbearing hyper-sexuality. I wasn’t. Had I had a partner, I could have gone on and on.

Curious about Olivia’s reaction to my domineering outbreak, I logged my computer onto the cameras in her room. I wasn’t done. I wasn’t even close to being done. Olivia was doing exactly what I hoped she was doing. After retrieving my flesh colored dildo, I suctioned it to the shiny black wood on my vanity bench.

I eased myself onto it, watching Olivia rub herself with her hand below her conservative skirt. I wished I could see her the way she saw me, but nonetheless, it was still arousing. The erotic expression on her face while her fingers danced on her clit caused me to move faster up and down while my own fingers rubbed the same spot I was sure hers were rubbing.

“What a day. I’m going to grab a shower,” Garrison said, coming in unannounced. I quickly closed the camera and sat all the way down on my dildo. Picking up the brush, I began to brush out my hair, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Okay,” I said in a pubescent fourteen-year-old boy kind of voice.

“You okay? You getting sick?” Garrison asked, half-paying attention to my answer while he searched out full body armor for bed. I was sure Sam didn’t wear blue and green matching pajamas to bed.

“Fine, I’m tired tonight, too. Go shower.” I smiled through the mirror, trying not to rock on the dildo that was so close to making me come again.

As soon as I heard the water start from behind the closed door, I flipped my computer back on, hoping I hadn’t missed the finale. I was just in time. Olivia was grasping the dresser with her hand while the one bringing her to bliss rubbed her pussy, fast, hard, and frantic-like. Olivia and I came together. I was in heaven.

Olivia did the planning for my party while I agreed to everything she said. If things were awkward between us, I didn’t notice. I guess I didn’t let them be that way. I went right back to being the bona fide bitch I was conditioned to be the very next day. She did confide in me while talking to the caterers back in Malibu on speakerphone, I really didn’t care. I didn’t even want any of these people coming there.

The beach house was mine. My sanctuary, my place of solace, and my newest adventure, Sam, whom I hadn’t spoken to since our text messages. Why the hell wasn’t he answering me?

My little theatrical with Olivia went unmentioned the entire week. I drove her home on Friday and endured the dreadful Wright baby shower on Saturday. We didn’t really decorate at all. My presence did nothing. I stood by Angelica while she ordered the help around, telling them how she wanted things. My one suggestion was overruled by Angelica’s eye roll. Go ahead, put the centerpieces at the end of each table. See if I care. That’s why they’re called CENTERpieces.

That was the longest baby shower in the entire world. No baby needed twenty-three onesies. How many bibs and blankets could one baby use? That was just the small things. The extravagant ones were just as ridiculous. Angelica bought her a handcrafted cradle with the name Wright engraved at the top. Her special gift out did my three outfits, two bibs and little booties by a landslide. I fought with more eye rolls that day than I ever had in my life, and believe me, Sam could cause them more than anyone I knew. This ridiculous baby shower topped Sam.

I apologized about not being able to stay for the stupid cake. Whoever made it needed to be fired. It looked more like a pink penis with four balls, than a giraffe with four legs. I had a plane to catch and a Sam to hunt down. My four-minute rendezvous with my husband Friday night did little to satisfy the itch between my legs. I needed to find me a Sam in Connecticut for when I came home.

I couldn’t get out of the country club fast enough, I couldn’t get to the plane fast enough, and I couldn’t get out of Connecticut fast enough. Texting Sam one last time, I let him know I was on my way, and he’d better be available. I was hoping to get a text right back, but unfortunately, I didn’t. Bastard.

As much as I wanted to, as much as my mind kept thinking about André, I refrained from watching him fuck, I refrained from touching myself, and I refrained from having an orgasm. I wanted to prolong it, wait for Sam to do it for me. Just thinking about it was almost enough to make me come. I popped a Valium instead and slept. He had better be there, dammit.

The Valium helped with not only my impending orgasm, begging to come out, but also the time. I slept the entire way. I forgot to tell Garrison that I wanted the driver fired from the last time. Carl, all smiles, picked me up. Remembering my earphones in my purse, I used them as a way to keep him from talking to me, although nothing was coming out of them. I tried, but something was up with my damn playlist. It kept freezing up, so I just pretended.

I stared out the window, happy to be back in California. Traffic wasn’t agreeing and getting through LA was crazy, thanks to the movie premiere going on. My one-hour drive was going to take ten hours at this rate. After still not hearing from Sam, I dialed his number. Right to voicemail. What the hell? Did he ditch me already? I didn’t know him all that well, but I thought I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t just ignore me like this. He had better be dead, dammit. I was paying him good money.

I closed my eyes, rubbing the stress away from the line of traffic. Opening them, I was a happy little girl, riding through New York City with my mom. She was a lot like my husband, talking on the phone the whole time, but I was still happy. I was away from Adriana and her wicked little offspring for an entire week. My eleven-year-old plan was to do everything in my power never to go back. Of course, that plan fell through the crack. When I was finally able to take the attention away from the corporate case my mom was working on, I tried, no I begged her to let me come live with her.

“Honey, I’m so busy right now. I would neglect you. I don’t want that. You should be with your sisters. You should be with Adriana. She can take care of you. I can’t right now.”

The tears streamed down my face when I begged for my life
. “Please, Mommy. Please. Adriana doesn’t love me. She hurts me. Please keep me. I promise I won’t get in your way. I promise. Please, Mommy.”

“Adriana doesn’t hurt you. Adriana calls me weekly after your appointments with Dr. Delgado. Sweetie, you just need to let all this animosity go. Why don’t you do theater again? You were really good at that. Adriana says you won’t even play the piano anymore. Why not, baby?”

“Mom, she doesn’t let me. She won’t let me try out for plays. She doesn’t let me play the piano anymore. She doesn’t want me to be better than Katie.”

“Kendra, stop it. Stop with all this nonsense.”

“Why do you believe her? Why don’t you believe me? I’m your daughter. Please listen to me. Why can’t you believe me,”
I sobbed.

“Fine, Kendra. What would you like for me to do? You want me to just give up everything I’ve worked my entire life on for you? Is that it? Is that what you want? Maybe we can get a little yellow house with a white picket fence. We’ll even plant some red flowers and buy a porch swing. I bet I could be a waitress. Is that what you want, Kendra? You want me to give everything up because you can’t be a team player and be a family?”

“No, I just want you to give it all up for me. Just me. Nothing else, because you love me, and you believe me, not her,”
I wailed, wiping the tears with my fingers.

“You’re acting like you’re three, not almost twelve. You’re supposed to be setting an example for your little sisters. Can’t you just be a big girl and comply with the rules, Kendra, please? For me?”

That was it. That was when my world shattered and I knew I was on my own. My mother had believed Adriana since she cheated with her husband and moved in on her life. I now think my mom was grateful to Adriana for doing that, for taking the role away from her that she didn’t want. I overheard her on the phone with Adriana later that night, telling her everything I had said. My mother just autographed my death certificate.

That wasn’t even the icing on the cake. It wasn’t until my mother thanked her for all that she did for me that I felt sick. And the candle lighting was when she explained that I was an accident, and she never planned on giving anything up was the finale. I always speculated that I wasn’t intentional, but a lot of babies are born unplanned. Most are still taken care of. Most are placed top priority over everything else. Not my mom. Not my dad.

I had Adriana. Adriana, who for whatever reason hated me. Adriana, who took her stepmom job seriously. Her conniving, manipulative ways stayed wrapped in a pretty box for all the world to see what a great job she was doing with me.

Once I realized I was pulling into my own drive at the beach and not Adriana’s, I shifted my jaw. I always tensed up, clenched my jaw, and gritted my teeth when I thought about that time of my life.

The clean lemony smell told me the cleaning lady had been there. After handing my tip money to Carl for being a good driver and not talking to me, I set out toward the section of huts, dialing Sam’s number over and over. Why the hell wasn’t he answering?

“Oh my god! I thought you were dead. Why aren’t you answering me,” I yelled, seeing Sam open the door in basketball shorts and tee. He wasn’t alone. Oh my god! Sam had a girl there. Wait. Did I care? I was forced to take a step back when Sam slid out the crack of the door, closing it behind him.

“Hey, you’re back,” Sam nonchalantly said.

“Yeah… You would know that if you answered your phone.”

“I lost it.”

“You lost it?” I repeated the lie. He was avoiding me and he was a liar.

“Yeah, three four days ago. I think I left it on the seat of a roller coaster. Let’s walk,” Sam said, pulling my elbow. “You look nice.” He smiled over at me, leading me away from his house, his house where SHE was inside.

“You know I really don’t care if you have a chick in there,” I assured Sam with a bit of an attitude and a thumb toward his hut.

He laughed at me. “How was your trip?”

“You would know if you answered your phone.”

“I swear, I lost my phone. I just got the new one in the mail from my warranty claim like twenty minutes ago.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Fuck who?”

“Whoever you’re walking me away from.”

“Really, Kendra? Did you fuck Garrison while you were gone?”

“That’s not fair.”

Sam stopped me, spinning me to face him. I hadn’t even realized I was stomping. Why was I so mad about being with someone else? I didn’t care whom he was with. “Am I missing something here?”

Groaning, I kept walking. I couldn’t answer that. He was right. I had no right to be mad at him for anything. “Are you available tonight, or are you too busy with some summer beach bunny?”

“Beach bunny?” Sam smirked. He was laughing at me. Humph, I’m glad my feelings are so funny to him. Dammit. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Are you available or not?”

“Yes. Do you want to go eat barbeque or something later?”

“Sure,” I nonchalantly answered.

“Great, I’ve got to get back. I’ll pick you up at your place at seven, on foot,” he added. “What?” Sam asked, seeing the expression and my eyes drifting to his lips. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

“You’re an ass. I’ll see you later,” I said, stomping away. Flipping my hair, I shot him a dirty look when I heard the laugh. Ass. I left the baby shower early for this. I couldn’t wait to get back here to be with Sam and he was too busy entertaining some slut.

Two hours. What the hell was I going to do for two hours? I needed to keep my mind off the sensations between my legs. Wanting to save the orgasm I desperately needed for Sam, I tried to read on my deck. A girl’s own sex shouldn’t have caused so much conviction. Just swaying my leg back and forth set upon a chain of reactions that I was having a very difficult time not reacting to.

I noticed I had new neighbors again for the third time since I had been there. There was only one guy. No family. Hmmm. I pondered, staring to the neighboring deck in thought.

Rubbing my inner thigh, I saw the black satin peek from the leg of my shorts. My fingers slid to the silk all on their own and my pussy reacted with a noticeable wetness and a crazy throb. I guess I could just have a tiny orgasm, I thought, running my fingers through the elastic. Oh, boy…There was no stopping now. I loved the way my slippery wet slit felt when my fingers slid through them. My aching nub was euphoric, welcoming my fingers with a throbbing swell.

“You couldn’t wait for me?” Sam said from the top step.

Jesus. He could have been anyone. I have to stop doing this in public. My hand quickly moved and I stood, giving him a dirty look. What an ass.

“I wasn’t doing that, and what are you doing here? It’s only five thirty.”

“I got away early…” He shrugged. “…and you’re a liar. I’ve been watching you for ten minutes. Come inside.”

You come inside, I wanted to say. I stepped in front of Sam, making sure he saw the unsatisfied expression. He didn’t care. I tried to turn and ask him what the hell he wanted when I was suddenly spun to the door with his lips on mine. I don’t even remember my shorts being removed, his erection being released, or his lips on my nipples.

This was one of my aspirations. I wanted a man to throw me against a door just like this and lift me to his waist. Locking my ankles behind him, I rocked up and down on his glorious shaft while his fingers twisted my nipples and his lips sucked and kissed on my neck. The first orgasm was maybe the fourth stroke, the second one was possibly five minutes. Sam and I both looked down at our convergence. He held my hips with his hands and took care of the rocking until he slid out and deposited his load between us. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Pressing my body to his, his substance coated our stomachs, gluing us together even more.

“You made a mess.” He smiled. “I missed you.”

Breathing a deep breath of something that I was sure would hurt, I lowered my legs. “You can’t miss me. We don’t have that kind of relationship. What did you mean you got away early? Got away from what?” I asked, rubbing his substance around my stomach with my fingers. I couldn’t help it. I loved the feel of his come on me, in me, and anywhere he wanted to leave it.