Trust Me (73 page)

“I
was simply trying to keep quiet, so I wouldn’t disturb you,” she said.

“Liar,”
he accused her, releasing her chin so he could pull his pants down. Sandra giggled, reaching forward and slipping her fingers around the large lump beneath the dark-blue briefs. Creighton closed his eyes and moaned, resting his head backward while she stroked him, slowly easing him out of his briefs, exposing his erection to her eager eyes. He looked down at her, caressing her cheek as she fell to her knees, leaning into him, tracing the tip of her tongue across the swollen head of his penis. He moaned softly watching her, his penis twitching against her gentle assault.

Sandra
smiled, wrapping her lips around his head and sucking hard as he groaned, spurring her onward to slide the length of him into her mouth, her tongue caressing the pulsating warmth. Creighton closed his eyes again as she drew him in deeper, holding him in the back of her throat for a few seconds before pulling him out and drawing him back in. She continued for several long moments until he reached down wrapping his hands around her shoulders abruptly, lifting her up to stand in front of him. His mouth claimed hers while he pressed her against the wall beside the kitchen door, wrapping her legs around his waist. He quickly unfastened her bikini top and slipped it off her shoulders, dipping his head down and suckling her nipples, causing her to moan against his assault.

“I
want you, now,” he whispered kissing her hard, his tongue invading her mouth as his fingers pulled the small ties on the side of her bottoms and slipped them off completely.

“I
am so happy you bought these,” he told her, admiring the convenience of the new bikini she allowed him to buy for her in Hyères. Sandra giggled, pulling her closer as he slipped easily into her hot moisture. He thrust against her, holding her securely in his arms, moving in and out of her at a steady pace until she began to feel the familiar dizziness taking over. The events of their teasing made her feel the heat of desire; craving the sensations he so expertly brought to life inside her.

“Let’s
make this fast and hard,” he whispered moving against her ear. “Come for me Sandra. Take me in deeper.” Sandra moaned, her vaginal muscles tightening around him while he thrust against her deeper, harder, faster until she felt her control slip, crying out to him. The desire exploded around them, taking her down the familiar path of release, relishing his continued thrusts. Creighton continued to move against her almost barbarically and within a few heated seconds, he joined her, growling savagely; the heat spreading up her legs and into her abdomen.

Sandra
collapsed against his shoulder panting as she tried to regain her composure, while Creighton leaned his head into her neck, kissing her neck, her ear and finally, her lips.

“I
will never grow tired of this,” he whispered against her mouth. Sandra giggled.

“So
who was on the phone?” she asked while he allowed her feet to touch the floor.

“Michelle,
of course. A little diversion has been planned and already set into motion. A couple that looks similar to us will leave the hotel in about an hour and will board a chartered jet to New York. Once they are gone, we’ll go out the service entrance and catch a commercial flight to England.”

“What
do you mean a couple who looks like us? Who are they?”

“Actors.
Occasionally, it is necessary for those in the limelight to hire decoys. They will be under heavy guards so reporters won’t be able to get near enough to them to get a good look at their faces; hiding under umbrellas, large security guards blocking their line of sight, very dark windows in the limousine; that sort of thing. Once the paparazzi are off our trail, we’ll go on to London, like normal tourists.”

“This
sounds very much like a Hollywood plot,” Sandra smiled. “What happens when the actors get to New York? Will they continue to pretend to be us?” Creighton pulled his pants up and walked to the living-room windows, closing the drapes.

“No,
they will stop in Long Island and change outfits, wigs, planes, the works. They will simply mingle with the passengers and become another couple of tourists. Once the press realizes what’s happened, we’ll be on our honeymoon and out of the sight of the public.”

“Cleaver.
Was this your idea?”

“Actually,
it was Andrew’s. He may be a pain in the arse, but he is a very good police officer. With his help, my security has arranged everything down to the letter.”

“Impressive,
but won’t your neighbors call the press and report our activities?”

“I
doubt it. We own the farm on one side of my parents; Derek owns the farm on the opposite side. Since it is a small community, hiding out on hundreds of acres is simple and easy. Nobody will notice the additional delivery trucks going to my parents’ place, while so many are going to ours while the place is being fixed up.”

“Mr.
Ashford, I tip my hat to you,” she said in awe. “You are definitely an enigma and I am very happy you are on my side.” Creighton chuckled, lifting her in his arms and walking toward the stairs.

“So
am I, my love, so am I.”

Creighton
returned shortly after one o’clock, having gone to meet with Parker and Harvey to get a final briefing on the decoy actors before the plan was set into motion. Their bags were packed and had been loaded into a fake linen truck in the parking garage and Sandra was dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans with a tourist tee-shirt, hair in a ponytail and a pair of black sandals. She easily looked like she would if she were going back to Kansas, rather than heading to her wedding.

He
smiled at her as she sat on the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table and Miriam’s book perched in her hands. He was amazed to see how much she had read in such a short time, mentally promising to read his former lover’s story himself. She looked up at him as he stepped closer to her, his long legs hidden beneath a pair of black jeans, his muscular chest inside a loose fitting blue pullover.

“Finished
so soon?” she asked, laughing as he flopped down unceremoniously beside her, his head falling into her lap so she had to quickly close the book to avoid him making contact with it.

“Yep,
it’s all underway; the decoys are leaving the hotel as we speak and we’ll leave in half an hour. Clark has already picked up the tickets and we’ll meet up with him at the airport.”

“That
was way easy; I'm impressed.”

“As
you should be,” he teased. “By the way, I heard from Michelle. The inspectors were at the house this morning and the contractor has a list of problems that were found. They are already working on them and the house should be done in a few weeks.” He lifted the book, flipping through the pages to the table of contents. “So tell me about this book; is it any good?”

“Yes,
it’s quite good. Miriam explains why she loves sex so much and tells every woman she has ever dealt with, that they have a right to experience a deep orgasm. She describes a woman’s body in detail…I had no idea the G spot was inside; I thought it was the clitoris, at least you make me feel like it is.”

“Nope,
a woman’s clit is just the key to a much deeper treasure waiting to be discovered,” he said and she laughed.

“That’s
exactly what Miriam said in her book.”

“I’m
sure, since she’s the one who told me.”

“Miriam
thinks that men and women should discuss their hidden fantasies and act them out in order to understand what it is the other person needs out of a healthy sexual relationship. She has a clinic set up just outside of France where she takes couples and helps them fulfill their desires; whether it is positional inhabitations, or a fantasy about same-sex relationships or multiple partners, even desires for different times or people. She says there are rooms set up for specific fantasies like medieval, sci-fi, even a barn’s hayloft. She claims it is all to help her clients address their fears and hang-ups.

“
She screens every applicant thoroughly to make certain they are disease free and demands the women be put on a full three-month course of contraception in order to prevent unwanted accidents, as she calls it, and they have to agree to go through a series of counseling sessions prior to applying. After that she brings them into her clinic for a weekend or a week, depending on what they can afford and the degree of their needed treatment. She teaches them how to fulfill their desires. She has a really intensive screening of her
special patients
as she terms them, which they have to go through in order to be a part of the clinic.”

“She
told me the last time I saw her, she wanted to have a legal sex house where she could teach people the things she taught me. It sounds like she’s succeeded in making one and hides it behind the term
clinic
.”

“She
sounds kinkier than you do,” Sandra said, taking the book from him and tossing it to the table.

“I’m
sure we can arrange a special visit to her clinic if you’re interested.”

“I
think if we want to play, we’ll do it without the eyes of a two-way mirror and hidden cameras watching us.”

“Playing
with you has become my favorite pastime.” He gently pulled her head down to kiss her lips, teasing her mouth with his tongue.

“What
is your fantasy?” she asked a few minutes later when he released her.

“You
are,” he told her, closing his eyes and folding his hands across his stomach.

“Be
serious,” she scolded.

“I
am. My fantasy has always been to have a woman of my choosing to share my life with; one who wanted me to touch her and enjoys the ways I make love to her. Two years ago, my fantasy developed a face and a body and there hasn’t been a day that passed that I haven’t thought about you. I will do whatever you wish, however you wish it, just so long as my fantasy to be with you is fulfilled.”

“Were
you always a romantic?” she asked, causing him to laugh.

“No,
there was a time that all I wanted from a woman was sex. After Miriam paid me that visit, I became addicted to making women have orgasms, to explore the many tricks she taught me. I had to see if all she said was true. I became a real playboy during my years at university. The only thing that got me through my classes was a photographic memory; otherwise, I’d have flunked out after just one semester.”

“So
you’ve had a lot of women? I thought you said you’ve only had twenty?” She frowned. Did she really want to know this?

“I’ve
had sex with about twenty, but as far as the women go, I’ve taken many more to orgasm.”

“Is
there a difference?”

“Yes,
a lot. Fortunately, for a young lad with appealing looks, I could attract women very easily. I’m not a fool, Sandra; I know I’m good looking, but I try not to let it affect the way I conduct my life. Well, not anymore that is. I used to like it when women would fall all over me, give me their numbers or hotel keys; it made getting them into bed much easier. However, I didn’t have intercourse with all of them. I had a period in my life, where I wanted to just experiment and see what it took to make a woman scream when she came. So I practiced as often as I could.”

“Wasn’t
that frustrating to you, not having sex with them?”

“Sometimes,
but I carried a healthy supply of condoms with me, just in case I lost control. There was one girl I was into for a while. Not in love with, mind you, we just had really good se; rough and kinky. It was right after I bought my flat in Chelsea; I met her through a business associate and we hit it off; she liked my looks and I liked her arse. We made it a routine to see each other at least once a week just to shag. She was a lot like Miriam; she seriously liked to be tied up; I don’t mean the cuffs like you have; I mean truly tied up. She loved the feel of a rope around her body, between her lips, rubbing her clit, against her arse, across her tits and she liked the feel of hot wax burning her skin. She was one messed up bitch.”

“But
you enjoyed it?” Sandra couldn’t believe she was fascinated by this man’s memories, or disturbed. She had a brief thought that perhaps she was not enough to fulfill his needs. He liked to bind women, have his way with them and play with them as he called it. What made her think she could possibly ever satisfy him? As though reading her mind, Creighton lifted his eyes and stared up at her, smiling softly.

“I
did what she wanted to do, not what I wanted. I make love to you the way I want to, the way I’ve always wanted to. I’ve never enjoyed sex as much as I do with you. The only women I’ve ever shagged liked hard, barbaric sex.”

“So
back to this woman who liked things rough, why didn’t you stay with her? Wouldn’t you have eventually gotten used to her way of sex and just gone with it?”

“I
doubt it; she was getting worse every time we were together. She wanted to be asphyxiated and she wanted to start using gynecological instruments; I could never find the stomach to try anything like that. She showed up at my office in London one day and said she had a surprise for me. We went out to my car and right there in the parking garage, with security cameras everywhere she lifted her shirt up to show me she had pierced her clit. She said she was so excited and couldn’t wait to have me play with it and begged me to shag her right there. I practically threw her in my car and drove to my flat, just to get her out of sight. Something like that could be written about for years to come.