Trust Me (80 page)

“So,
what do you think about Andrew?” she asked, taking her sister’s attention off the window. Cathy shrugged her shoulders, blushing softly as she sat on the bed next to her.

“He’s
quite handsome and seems very nice.”

“Yes
he does. He seems to like you well enough,” Sandra said giggling with her sister as they spoke for several minutes about Creighton and Andrew, comparing the differences between the two.

“Are
you really happy, Sandy?” Cathy asked.

“I
have never been happier. Creighton is everything I’ve ever wanted or dreamed of. He’s my knight in shining armor.”

“But
don’t you think you’re rushing things a bit? I mean, you don’t really know him. He may be great in bed, but what’s to prevent him from turning weird on you? He may turn into some kind of pervert and you aren’t experienced enough to deal with anything like that, especially from someone as large and strong as Creighton.” Sandra had to fight to hide her amusement.
If she only knew
, she thought.

“I
trust Creighton beyond words. You’ve met his family, you know how well respected they are and you know without a doubt that his nieces and nephew would never jump all over him if he was some kind of a lunatic. He has more respect than anyone I’ve ever known and Papa and Nana trust him. I’m not getting in over my head, I promise.”

“Can’t
blame me for being worried,” Cathy said, glancing to the window as the tree began to shake. “What’s that?” she asked, causing Sandra to quickly stand up and walk to the window.

“It’s
just a cat,” she said smiling down at the man who stopped half-way up and nearly giggled as he meowed to cover up his actions.

“What’s
wrong with that cat’s voice?” Cathy asked with a frown.

“I
think it’s in heat,” Sandra answered walking to the dresser where her bag sat, blushing at the black backpack beside it. “It is that time of the year." Sandra took out a pair of dark-blue panties and a white tee-shirt from her bag, thinking about the man hiding in the tree, accidentally dropping the shirt to the floor.

“Sandra!”
Cathy gasped as her sister bent over to retrieve the material. “You have a tramp stamp?” Sandra’s blush deep as she stood up, her hand reaching behind her to the object in question.

“Isn’t
it great? Creighton insisted I make a list of five things that I always wanted to do, but never had the courage. One of them was this; it was mom and dad’s symbol, remember? The one they always had on their stationary.”

“It’s
beautiful,” her sister said stepping up behind her and looking closer to the double hearts.

“Creighton
has one to match on his arm.”

“What
else did you do? What were the other things on your list?”

“Well,
Creighton took me to a salon in Paris and I had a facial and my hair styled. Rochelle, the woman who owns the salon, talked me into getting waxed, can you believe it?”

“Was
it just a bikini wax or the whole thing?”

“Everything.
I know Creighton likes it, but I don’t know if I’ll do it again. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt.”

“But
so worth it and eventually it won’t hurt so badly. Just keep up on it or you’ll itch like crazy. But that is only three things, unless you count the waxing, so what else did you have on your list?”

“This,”
Sandra said, lifting her shirt to show off the tiny stone dangling from the chain in her belly.

“Holly
hell!” Cathy said excitedly. “You’ve really come out of your shell, haven’t you?”

“It
was Creighton who encouraged it. He gave me the strength to try new things.”

“So
the sex is really good? I mean, you did say you were an orgasm-crazed female, if I’m not mistaken.”

“The
sex is amazing,” Sandra said with a blush, stripping her shirt and pants off as she kicked her shoes under the bed. She pulled on the white tee-shirt as they spoke.

“But
you don’t have much to compare it to,” complained her sister, watching her dress.

“I
don’t want anything else. Creighton has control of my body; he commands my orgasms and I let him, very willingly.”

“What
the hell is that?” Cathy gasped when Sandra pulled her panties off, causing her to gasp and hold a hand across her hairless crotch. “Sandra, you can’t hide it; I already saw,” Cathy said, eyeing the woman through a surprised gaze.

“Oh,
all right, it was an engagement gift for Creighton,” she said, removing her hand and blushing scarlet as she pulled her legs into the panties, quickly gliding them up her hips.

“What
if your marriage doesn’t work out? How do you have something like that removed?”

“It
will work out and I’ll never remove it. It reminds me of a very special time we shared and I’m not ashamed of it. Creighton loves it and so do I.”

“What’s
with the handcuffs?” Sandra’s blush increased.

“It’s
a symbol of marriage - you know - chained together forever.” Cathy eyed her sister suspiciously and then nodded, unconvinced.

“I
wish you’d think about this a little longer,” she insisted. “Make sure he’s the right one before you do something that you’ll regret.”

“I
have no regrets and Creighton is the right one; I know it in my heart. All I want from you is for you to be happy for me. I love Creighton and I’m marrying him tomorrow. Please don’t cause any grief for me.”

“If
that’s really what you want, then I’m happy for you. I still think it’s a big mistake, though.” Sandra hugged her sister tightly as she stood up to face her.

“Trust
me, I am very happy.”

“I’ll
see you in the morning then. Tomorrow’s a big day, so get some sleep and shut that window. The last thing you need is a stray cat bringing fleas in on you.”

“Stop
worrying, will you? I’ll be fine. Good night.” Sandra shut the door behind her sister and leaned against it until she heard the door across the hall close and pushed the lock on the handle, turning to see the large frame of her fiancée climbing through the window.

“That
took forever,” he grumbled softly, shutting the window behind him and pulling the drapes closed. “I thought she was never going to leave.”

“I
haven’t seen her in nearly two weeks; she just wanted to talk,” she whispered back.

“No,
she wanted to talk you out of marrying me,” he complained in a hushed whisper. He stepped to the door and took the chair that sat next to the old desk, sliding the back under the handle to keep intruders out.

“She
didn’t succeed,” Sandra assured him; a smile of anticipation etched her features.

“Good.
I’d hate to think about dragging you to our wedding in handcuffs.” Creighton folded her into his arms, kissing her neck softly before nipping it with his teeth.

“I
want you in many, many ways,” he whispered.

“But
we only have a few hours before everyone wakes up.”

“Then
we’ll have to make sure our honeymoon is very memorable.” The sound of a zipper sliding down made Sandra giggle softly; one arm was still circled around her waist, his lips against her neck. Creighton released her momentarily while he disposed of his clothing, allowing them to fall carelessly to the floor before he reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up across her torso.

He
kissed her ear and traveled his warm, moist lips back down her neck, nipping and licking a hot path along her delicate flesh until he found her collar bone. He chuckled as an involuntary yawn escaped her lips, his hand caressing her breast, teasing her erect nipple.

“Do
you want to sleep or can I convince you to stay awake a little longer?” he asked her quietly. Sandra giggled when he bit her throat playfully, his wet tongue running hot circles along his teeth marks.

“Exactly
how would you suggest keeping me awake?” she asked, causing him to chuckle again.

“I
have the door locked; we could play as much as you’d like.”

“We
can’t play the way you want to play; we’ll wake our families.” Creighton smiled wickedly, kissing her lips hard and passionate until she was breathless and panting.

“I’m
very ingenious,” he threatened. “I could rig up a gag so you can’t scream. With your cuffs, I could make the next few hours very exciting for you.”

“You
wouldn’t dare?” she gasped, watching the
try me
look cross his handsome face. “Alright, I believe you would dare, but you wouldn’t without my permission.”

“I
could convince you,” he warned, tipping her chin, so he could kiss and bite the tender skin on her throat. Sandra moaned softly and a few moments later she didn’t care what he wanted to do, so long as he did it. He lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her down across the covers, pulling them out from beneath her.

“Stay
here,” he told her and padded, barefoot and naked to the familiar black bag and unzipping the front flap. Sandra watched him with anticipation as he retrieved the small purple lipstick tube device, the warming gel and the riding crop before walking back to her.

“I
want to restrain you in a different way if you are willing to try.” Sandra’s blush crept up across her face and nodded.

“How?”
she asked softly. Creighton turned and picked up her robe from the foot of the bed and removed the belt then turned back and held it for her to see. He raised his eyebrows in question and she nodded. Very carefully he wrapped the soft belt around her forearms with one end then slid the other through the middle spindle on his old childhood bed tying it securely.

“Are
you sure the door is locked?” she asked, fearful of being interrupted again. Creighton smiled, causing her to blush deeply as he nodded.

“You
are going to have to concentrate hard to remain as silent as possible,” he told. “We don’t want to wake anyone.”

“This
is really…” she began softly, biting her lip and thinking about the right phrase to use.

“Erotic?”
he finished and she nodded. “Making love in a place where you know you can easily get caught is very erotic, like the Eiffel Tower.” Sandra giggled softly.

“I
liked that night, a lot; it was dangerous and sexy. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“So
you already said. Now, let’s play before the sun rises.” Creighton walked to the dresser and removed two of his old ties; one dark blue the other white with green stripes. He took them over to her and staring at her naked body with a lustful gaze. With very quick fingers, he tied her feet to the bottom posts of the bed and knelt down at the foot of the bed, so she had to strain to see him. He picked up the small purple tube sitting on the bed beside her and turned it on, smiling while he placed it against her skin, tracing his initials.

Sandra
bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning and allowed her eyes to close, resting her head back against the pillow. Creighton leaned in, kissing her inner thigh and opened her labia, pressing the small vibrating tube against her clitoris. Sandra moaned softly, trying to stop herself from making any noise, but found it impossible.

Creighton
stood at the foot of the bed, slipped the tube inside her moist vagina then walked to his dresser again. When he returned he held in his hand a clean white handkerchief. Sandra saw him open it, revealing a rather large square watching him fold it into a thick tube and leaned down kissing her lips.

“Open,”
he ordered and when she did he slipped the cloth between her lips. “Now bite,” he told her quickly lifted her head and secured it behind her head. “You have to be quiet, or you’ll scare my parents.” Sandra tried to say something but couldn't and he smiled happily, returning to the foot of the bed. He stood there staring down at her, his big hands running up the inside of her legs then picked up the warming gel and flicked the lid open.

He
held it up, so she could see it and slowly allowed it to drip onto her body, her tummy, her crotch, opening her labia and allowed it to seep into the crevice between. He closed the lid and began to massage the liquid, smiling when she tried to moan around the makeshift gag, the gel warming her skin where he touched. He removed the small tube from her vagina and increased the speed, then slipped it back in before taking up the riding crop.

Creighton
began to slide the leather up and down her body, across her breasts, down her sternum, across her pubic area where he quickly flicked it against her moisture, striking the vibrator and causing her to gasp. He began to flick the crop over her skin, her inner thighs, the outside of her hips, across her lower abdomen, up to her tummy, across her breasts and without warning he flicked it hard across her erect nipples. Sandra’s eyes widened as he did it again, staring down at her with a wicked grin.