His Firm Hand (8 page)

“Are you ready?” he asked in a deep, velvety voice as he released his finger and slathered the smooth, broad head of his cock with more gel before pressing it to her rear entrance.

“Oh, my God, I don’t think you’re going to fit in there.” Her first instinct was to clench her cheeks, but he was clearly not accepting her rebellion.

“Now, now. Relax your bottom and let me in. Come on, I know you can do this.” His wet cock never left her smooth anus, and he slowly pushed forward.

She grunted as he patiently inched inside, pulling a nearby pillow under her face to groan into.
This really burns
, she thought to herself as her eyes welled up with tears. But as uncomfortable as the sensation of his big cock was inside her ass, she somehow enjoyed the fullness and stimulation at the same time. And as he stretched her muscles and eased in deeper and deeper, his large hands stroked her hips lovingly until he was finally seated completely.

“Raise your bottom up for me, kitten,” he said as his other hand returned to round her hardened, aching clit. Thrusting deeper, he rhythmically retreated and plunged in over and over, never completely pulling all the way out before driving in deeper again. And then without warning, his rhythm changed as he fucked her ass hard and fast, again and again.

“I’m going to come, Paul. I’m going to come!”

He smacked her buttocks hard, and drove his cock in as far as it would go before she heard him groan. “Jesus, Michele. Oh, fuck.” His fingers dug into her hips as a deep growl came from his throat. She felt his body stiffen while his cock spasmed inside her, releasing the spray within the depths of her dark channel as Michele’s muscles trembled and throbbed at the same time.

She moaned and rubbed her face into the pillow while he hugged her tight from behind. With her ass up in the air like that, Michele felt like a porn star and loved that her husband always took her to a sexy place she never would have thought of going to.

“I’m not finished. Don’t move, sweetie.” He reached for the disposable wipes to clean his hands and walked to the bathroom to prepare a warm washcloth. Though the position wasn’t comfortable, she waited patiently for him to return and enjoyed his attention as he soothed her flaming bottom hole with a soapy washcloth before rinsing her with a clean warm one.

“I can run a bath for you,” he offered, lowering Michele’s bottom down to the mattress.

“Please don’t leave me.”

He nodded and immediately enveloped her in his arms, surrounding her with the warmth of his large body.

“Well, what are you thinking?” Paul whispered in her ear, giving it a nip with his teeth.

“I hope Denise has another date tomorrow night.” She smiled and closed her eyes.

Chapter Seven

“Don’t you think Mondays are even more of a drag when you’ve had a fun weekend?” Denise asked, removing a cigarette from the pack. “Michele, are you paying attention to anything I’ve said?”

“Oh, God! Was that a car door I just heard slam?” Michele’s body shot upright and she ran to the window.

“Aren’t you freaking out a little early? I haven’t even lit the damn thing yet.” Denise walked over to close her bedroom door. “Besides I can think of crazier things we could be doing than having a cigarette and a beer together.”

“But you don’t have to live with the consequences if Paul finds out. You’ll go on your merry way while I have to sit on a padded cushion for two days because of a sore backside.” Michele stood at the open window and pulled aside the light tan curtain to check on the noise again. “False alarm. It was just our noisy neighbors coming home.”

“Can’t you ever relax? I thought a couple of beers, a cigarette, and a few giggles with your sister might take the edge off. But if you have a vision of Paul busting down the door like a DEA agent, then this isn’t going to be any fun at all.” Shaking her head with obvious disappointment, Denise shoved the cigarette back into the pack.

Michele heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I do feel like I’m sixteen again—except my boobs are a lot bigger than they were then,” she said, cupping her hands around her breasts and pushing them up to accentuate their size. “Okay, give me that damn smoke and the can of Coors Light. But if Paul comes home, I’m escaping through that open window and you’re on your own!”

“I’m happy to be the fall girl if the need arises—after all, you used to cover for me. I don’t know why you’re being such a worrywart. Didn’t you say Paul wasn’t due home for another hour?”

“He told me he had a patient until six and would come right home. His schedule usually works like the bullet train in Japan, always on time.” Michele nervously bit her fingernail. “So, remind me—why are we doing this?”

“Don’t you want to celebrate my upcoming interview with Macy’s tomorrow? Hopefully, my friends in merchandising have already put in a good word for me,” Denise said excitedly. “I think I’ve got a real shot at this position and if I’m successful, could probably afford a place of my own. Then you and Paul won’t have to worry about me lurking around the house much longer. Come on, this might be our last opportunity to get into some
teenage
trouble together. God knows in the old days, I took all the risks alone, which really wasn’t that much fun.”

“I’m positive you’ll do great in the interview and am really proud of the way you’re bouncing back.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “Come on, let’s get this celebration started.”

Denise passed her the cigarettes and twirled a lighter in the air. Michele removed one from the pack and accepted the flame from her sister, taking a deep drag. Almost immediately, she coughed up a plume of smoke and waved the residue away with her hand. “What do you see in this disgusting habit anyway? I just about choked.” Michele took a long swallow of her beer.

“I know it’s not healthy, but if I don’t make it a sustained habit then what’s the big deal?” Denise moved closer to the window, allowing the breeze to capture her trail of smoke. “If you don’t want Paul’s flared nostrils to get a whiff of what we’re doing, then you’d better get over here, too.”

“I’m not a fan of the cigarette, but your beer is hitting the spot. I do love how refreshing it can be.” Michele took another sip then inched closer toward the window, once again wrapping her lips around the filter to draw in the smoke. The result was the same, and again she proceeded to cough. “Alright, I’m done with this teenage rebellion. I like my lungs just the way they are,” she said, pointing the lit cigarette at her sister. “So, where can I put this thing out?”

Denise reached for another beer and opened it. “Since we don’t have an ashtray, just drop it in this can.” She angled her head toward Michele. “Are you feeling alright? Your face looks a little pasty.”

Michele held the cold can of beer up to her forehead. “I’m just a bit dizzy and my stomach feels funny. Are you sure this isn’t reefer?” she joked.

Denise blew a cloud of smoke out the window. “Don’t worry, it’s not
wacky tobacky
. It happens to a lot of kids when they first take up smoking. Kind of makes you wonder why people continue this habit at all.”

“Thanks a lot for the late information.” Michele walked across the room, rubbing a palm over her midsection.

“Take another swig of your beer and relax,” Denise said before inhaling another long drag of her cigarette, carefully blowing the smoke out of the small window screen. Cocking her head to the side in disbelief, she suddenly noticed a car parked in the driveway. Now it was Denise who turned white as a ghost. She looked over at her sister, lying on the bed with her eyes closed. “Michele,” Denise said in a calm voice. “We have a slight problem.”

“Give me a second—I’m trying not to hurl on the beautiful shaggy rug Paul just bought for this room.”

“Sure, take your time. I just thought you might want to know that your
daddy
is home.”

Michele sprang to her feet and looked at her watch. “What the hell? He’s never early like this.” Michele paced the room, trying to collect herself. “If he catches us, I’ll never hear the end of it. Quick, what are we going to do?”

“First, you need to get a hold of yourself.” Denise grabbed Michele’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “Then you are going to wipe that guilty look off your face and calmly walk downstairs to meet him at the door. In the meantime, I’ll get rid of the cigarettes by flushing them down the toilet and pour what’s left of the beer down the drain in the bathroom sink.” Denise proceeded to flail her hands at the remaining smoke while Michele huffed and puffed as a hard as she could in a feeble attempt to force it out the window.

“Breath mints or peppermint gum,” Michele barked in desperation before leaving the room. “Which do you have?”

“Neither, but I have some mouthwash in the bathroom.”

“Listerine?” Michele groaned loudly as she eyed the bottle from the hallway. “I hate the taste of that stuff. I thought smokers always carried mints.”

Denise watched her sister rinse her mouth and spit in the sink before whispering, “Hey, Michele, do you remember when dad caught me …”

“For God’s sake, this is not the time to take a stroll down memory lane. Smell my breath, does it stink?” Michele whirled around and exhaled into her sister’s nose.

“Your breath smells like mouthwash, but your clothes and hair might be a problem.”

“Shit, I thought there would be time to shower and change before he got home.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I know—I’ll tell him I was talking with some students on my way out of school, and they were smoking. Do you think he’ll buy that?”

Denise shrugged her shoulders. “It’s weak, but I guess it’ll have to do. You’d better get downstairs, I just heard the front door close.”

Michele took a quick peek at herself in the mirror. At least the panic had forced a return of some color to her face. She smoothed her skirt and blouse, then took Denise’s hairspray off the shelf and spritzed her curly locks. “Wish me luck,” she mouthed as she opened the bedroom door.

Denise grinned, nodding her head in amusement.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were home,” Paul said, placing the mail on the table as Michele hurriedly came down the steps.

“Sorry, I was just upstairs chatting with Denise and didn’t expect you home so early.” Michele was breathless as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“A patient cancelled at the last minute. Is my girl feeling alright? You’re out of breath and look a little pale.”

“I’m okay, just tired from work, as usual.”

As Paul loosened his tie, she stared into his eyes, sensing a modicum of suspicion lurking behind the ribbons of color.

“Before I head into the kitchen to start dinner, why don’t you tell me about your day?” he asked, removing his suit jacket.

“It’s really not a very interesting story. I just told it to Denise and she practically snored.” Michele’s head fell downward in an attempt to hide her guilty expression.

“Good, Denise is home, too. I was wondering if she called Macy’s today about that opening in merchandising.” As Paul got closer to her face, she thought his nostrils flared.
Was he trying to smell something?

Michele laughed nervously and took one step backward. “S-she called first thing this morning and has an interview set up for tomorrow.”

“Great.” Paul nodded and reached out to touch her face. “Kitten, I saw the strangest thing when I pulled into the driveway.”

“Really? What did you see?”

“I know this sounds crazy, but I thought I saw smoke coming from the window upstairs. At first I worried something was on fire, but then it stopped.”

The pupils in Michele’s blue eyes dilated as her brain scrambled for a plausible explanation. “I-I had some things in the dryer. You probably noticed smoke coming from the vent.”

Paul’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think so. Unless you and Denise moved the dryer upstairs this afternoon.”

Where in the hell is my sister
,
she thought to herself then quickly decided to change the conversation. “If you’re going to start dinner, maybe I’ll head up to the shower. I was talking to a group of students today, and they were smoking. The smell in my hair is driving me nuts.”

Paul took a step forward, putting his nose in her thick curls as he tried to run his fingers through it. “It smells like cologne and why is it sticky?”

“That’s Denise’s hairspray. I was thinking about buying a bottle.”

He nodded absentmindedly while turning to pick up the mail from the table. Flipping through it, he spoke in a soft tone. “If you’d like, I can go downstairs and bring up the laundry from the dryer.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll get it after my shower. It’s all my stuff anyway.” Michele smiled and nervously bit her lip, knowing the dryer was empty.

“Okay.” Paul’s lips formed a straight line as he set the mail down and rolled up his sleeves.

I’m doomed
, Michele thought to herself, walking up the stairs.

* * *

Denise stuck her head out of the spare room as Michele rounded the corner. “I got rid of all the evidence and aired out the room. How’d you hold up under pressure? Are we in the clear?”

Michele shook her head. “He saw you blowing smoke out of the window. I haven’t admitted to anything yet, but it’s far from over. You’ve heard of the calm before the storm?”

“Jesus. What in the hell did you tell him?”

Michele rolled her eyes. “You won’t believe it.”

“Try me.”

“I told him it was probably smoke coming out of the dryer vent.”

Denise covered her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh. “Your dryer is in the basement.”

“And it’s empty. I haven’t done any laundry in two days.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to take a hot shower,” Michele deadpanned.

* * *

Standing under the steaming water, Michele washed the stress of the day away as she glided soapy fingers over her scalp. With eyes wide open, she tipped her head back and thoroughly rinsed her thick auburn hair. But just as she was about to reach for the conditioner, she watched the bathroom door open through the glass shower stall.