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equinox9 Mary James A beautiful and strong billionairess gets a complicated marriage life after being the root of her husband's drug addiction. She therefore finds a way to get him out of her life, neither rehab nor divorce would work. She therefore sets her pace not looking back until she encounters a lovely and obedient male submissive Carlos Heinrich who made her gain interest for sadomasochism. Her husband found out about her cheating ways and got enraged and turned psychopathic while haunting Carlos down with everything he's got. IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF FEMDOM AND SADOMASOCHISM THEN DO NOT JUDGE THIS BOOK. DISCLAIMER : VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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7. Yearning III

Lady Jane was lost in his lips, he was a natural at kissing and it couldn't be denied. If he was this good, then why did he ask for consent first—that, she didn't know how to respond to, because she was most willing to sin. But when she said 'Sure', that half boner she cradled with her palm felt a lot bigger than it initially was.


He let his tongue absorb her alcoholic tastiness while he bit her lips softly. He quickly let his jeans fly open to allow the hardness he could no longer contain escape. She felt the stain of pre come as she let her fingers rock his tip, not breaking the kiss.


Hell knows he wanted more, the feeling of her tongue, if his cock was inside her mouth, would her tongue caress his glans just like the kiss? would it feel this warm too? This was something he couldn't act on, he still had the motivation to please her pussy to the extent of making it shoot out fluids of orgasm.


Not holding back, he grabbed her hair to lift her face, "Take off that thong and open wide," his husky voice bounded her skin and unleashed mighty goosebumps.


This wasn't atypical for him, but he thought she probably wasn't into kinky sex and even more being his domme. As much as he prayed to be dominated and cursed by her, it wasn't the right time to take risks. He was desperate to make her stay.


She slowly stood up while she brushed his beefy thighs, she removed her thong and and landed her free leg on a wing of the seat Carlos was. She tossed her black laced to his face, "You can't fool me with that voice, I know what you like already."


His eyes widened in embarrassment, his reactions were priceless. What a man! Not once had she felt like she had total control of a man during intercourse but seeing Carlos just made her think doing this was going to feed her boredom.


"Kneel." he obeyed at once. How beautiful! "Get that cheap shirt off." she took a peep at his erection and bit her lips. He was so big and beautiful, how could he be so docile?



He nodded and began to unbutton his shirt slowly, shyly. "What are you doing?" she scrunched in bewilderment. "Don't make me bored, Rip it off." now she was really getting into it. Her wetness began to trickle down her groin.


His big hands firmly held the shirt with his veins extending. He grabbed the shirt forcefully and immediately, the sound of the buttons crashing to the floor filled the room. She smirked at the ever glorious imagery of a half naked Carlos. Damn! If this sight could be painted, she'd buy it with all she had. She brought down her smeared red lips to his eyes, "Be my dog for tonight, Mr. Carlos," she dipped her nails into his scalp and he flinched in painful pleasure. "Put that filthy tongue into use." she pulled his face into her entrance as she felt the moisture in his nappy hair.


He dipped his tongue into her and messaged her edges, her lips smacked intermittently into her clit as her fingers dug deeper to his scalp, she edged him closer as she started to lose balance. He raked through and through, and swallowed every juice she released, he cradled her buttocks to maintain balance as she moaned in excitement. She kept pulling his mouth closer as he continued to pleasure her entrance.


She let go of her legs as she pushed his head unto the seat with her clit still feeding him. "Ah Carlos, faster," she moaned as she lost balance to the head of the seat, her hands held the walls firmly as her head dived back. He loved it. How she moaned his name and he needed more. He squeezed his legs to contain his erection as he groaned in temptation to touch himself. He slipped one finger into her as she stiffened in surprise, he slowly caressed her insides and suddenly jammed in another finger letting her loud moans echo. "Ngh... To.. Touch me more Carlos," she faced down and tried to hold in her voice. He thrusted his fingers into her plentiful wetness faster making sure they landed on the good places, he aggressively slipped deeper and smacked his lips against her clit, she moaned repeatedly face down. Her sounds made the veins on his cock erupt with need, he glided his free hand on her hips and clenched unto her skin that immediately reddened.


She yanked on his hair harder and said lightly, "Fuck me."


Just what he had been waiting for, without hesitation, he carried her to the bed and let his cock out. He tightened his hold on her waist as he slowly filled her pussy with his cock. He groaned as he trusted into her slowly, "faster.. Agh." something in him loved that she wanted more.



He held her hands together and fucked her from behind, their sounds grew louder by every thrust, he went deeper as he hit the good spot continuously. He turned her to switch positions as she suddenly wrapped her fingers around his neck and brought his face closer, "Make me cum first." she'd never felt this much excitement for being pounded, but just because of him, she felt it—she was definitely close, just a little more.


He hit it. His cock expanded her continuously, sending down shivers of pleasure, she moaned as she tightened her grip on his neck. He groaned as he dipped inside faster. Deeper. His cock throbbed with climax as he hit her good spot on and on again. Her insides griped his cock as she shook to closeness, every hit and they neared orgasm. He kissed her as he groaned deeply.


They both exploded in intimate peak as he quickly released out of her. Loads of cum stained her skin, her toes curled in utter satisfaction. He collapsed beside her and hold her close, his panting slowed as he slowly opened his eyes to meet the dim light. Oh heavens! He wanted to go again.


"My Lady, I'm sorry for asking out of the blue, but what can I call you?" they looked at each with after feeling of orgasmic pleasure.


"Jane. Lady Jane." she shifted closer and cupped his cheeks and he nodded. That was by far the best she'd ever been laid, reaching orgasm was something she would definitely achieve by her own doing. Just in a instant, her youthful days with selfish men came to waste because of the liaison she just had. Oh guilt! What if Tommy finds out. 'Paying Carlos would shut him up hopefully' is what she thought.


He suddenly got up and walked out the door, he later came in with a wet towel, "I'm sorry about doing that. Let me clean you up."


Being cleaned up by a sex partner after sex was Lady Jane's definition of being intimate, she still wanted to hold her ground. Now that they finally did it, she wasn't going to think about him again—at least that's what she thought, but this certain scent he gave off is something she wanted more of.


"Don't you have a bathroom?" she asked.


"I'm afraid it won't be to your liking."


He reached her side and sat close, "Let me." he lifted her hand as he waited for her permission. She was lost in his touch again. She nodded. Just then did the soft white cloth graze against her skin causing shivers of cold. He cleaned his come off her well and clean. She felt the tenderness from his touch and closed her eyes to take in all of it, he traced his hands on her hips and she unknowingly moaned. Was she really getting turned on again from just touching?


"I'm done." he jumped. She opened her eyes and saw his hardness. She wasn't the only one who wanted more. It was mutual and it made her glad, but what was a married woman with two children doing with a bartender she knew nothing about on a chilly night? Maybe if they do it one more time, she'd really forget about him and go on with her daily life.


"Let's do it again." she grabbed his arm.


"What?"


"Let's do it one more time. In my hotel room." if she leaves this room that smelled of Carlos, she'd be fine. She'd never meet him again. She promised herself.


"Sure."




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6. Yearning II

A steamy mist filled the bathroom as rapid droplets lashed Carlos' fine dark skin, the droplets strayed across his firm butt line and hit the glazed tiles. He let the echo fill his ears while trying to maintain a relaxed mind set. His short curls began to roam around his forehead and with a failed attempt, he tried to pat them back into place.


Though calm and innocent; His sinful mind started to wander off to perverse images of a nude Lady Jane with his hard cock inside of her. The bulge that started to form didn't hide, hot droplets hit his glans making him flinch in pain. He decided to brush off any imagery of her nudity as he stepped out of the shower. He paced around the room on drying himself up and picked up his phone that laid flat on the bed.


Beep!


He checked his phone and was welcomed with 4 missed calls and a text message from Bruno, a part-timer.


I'msorryforcallingthislatebutthere'sasmallissue.Aweirdrichladyatthebar,she'sbeenaskingforyou.


He knew it had to be her but he stayed doubtful so he immediately called Bruno.


"Does she have thick black hair, big green eyes too?" He shouted into the phone mistakenly dropping his towel.


"Um, Black hair, yes but she passed out so I can't really see her eyes, I think she had gree-" Bruno noted.


"She what? Where the hell is she right now?" he raised his voice while he threw a shirt over his torso and matched it with a pair of jeans.


"Woah! Calm down boss, she's in the inner room. You know her?"


"No, I don't," he said, "But I'm coming either way. So keep her safe."


It had to be her. He knew. He hoped. This was an opportunity he couldn't miss out on. Weeks after waiting for a call from her to accept his dinner invitation, and now, she was at his bar, wasted.


"Where are you running to with my keys?" Martin shouted.


"I'm just borrowing your car for a sec, I'll be back soon."


"What? Where?" Martin held the door, closing the space.


"The bar, Mart, I'm in a hurry okay. Just a sec I prom-"


"Look, Carlos. I don't know why you're rushing out this late, but I'm coming with you."


"Why? You should be sleeping already."


"You think I'll let you go with my baby? Move! And give me my keys young sir." Martin hurried to the car, then they hit the road.



"Why do you even care?" Martin broke the silence. He peeked at Carlos and tightened his grip on the steering.


Carlos noticed. "What do you mean?" Yes, of course, he knew exactly why Martin asked such a question with a grim attitude.


"You don't know her, why do you care?"


"She passed out at my bar, I'm only taking responsibility." he replied on impulse knowing fully well Martin asked out of jealousy. He stared at the road sternly and took a long breath.


"Responsibility my ass, Carlos," he spat. "The last time I saw you this preoccupied was when all that happened back then. What's up with you, really?"


Martin paused, trying to pick out the right words, "Look, I just don't want you getting hurt again, especially over some lady you just barely fucked."


"It's okay. There's nothing going on," he raked through his slightly wet hair. "Actually, I wish there was something." he sighed.


They drove in silence until they reached the Pacified realm. Upon entry to the bar and chill spot, sweaty bodies jammed to the loud music that seemed quite louder than usual.


“That was quick,” Bruno said. “Thought you were taking time off work.”


Carlos ignored him and entered the inner room. He found her. Beautiful as always and even more today. He eyed her bare legs and her pink bruised ankles, the heels that harboured her perfect feet, he wondered what she must've done in a day to leave such a lesion. He hated the idea of people seeing her this wasted and vulnerable in light flashy clothes, he quickly removed his jacket to cover her with it. Damn! It wasn't even that cold. That whore red lipstick that smeared out of her lips, what a sight! So sexy!


“Ugh, Boss! She dropped her purse, you should have it, I guess.” Bruno handed it to him. He lifted her and took her away in her car.


* * *


The actuality of her subdued worries wasn't what put her at ease, it was the sudden dependence on the aromatic sheets that comforted her. She snuggled in on impulse but the dehydration she felt from her tongue was inevitable.


“I see you're up already,”


She jumped in shock and in an instant, she recognised the voice.


It was Carlos.


The roughness of his hair and recklessly unbuttoned shirt was clear in the dimly lit room. She looked around, a bouquet of different swept around the window balcony, the room—colors devoid of emotions, monotonous with irregular humanoid sketch images and Carlos balanced on an upholstered single winged seat.


His legs were crossed and his hand contained his jaw. His eyes were filled with admiration and uncertainty, trying to figure her out. He finally stood up and paced out for a bit, the footsteps was now all she could hear before he came back with a glass of water.


“Here, have some.” he stopped just at the bedside and handed it to her.


“Why on earth would I drink from a stranger's home? Who knows? You could have put something in it and I wouldn't know.” she snapped, rejecting his offer.


“What would I gain from doing such though.” he sat down back, with a wide space between his
legs.


She shrugged, “Where am I?”


“Cover up properly, it's quite chilly at night in this place,” he gestured. “I'm sorry I brought you here, you're in my home and—”


“Why am I here? With you?” she desperately wished she wasn't alone with him, because the extreme desire that filled her insides while she stared at that rugged look he had on was starting to well up her senses. But she could control this, she's a lady, not a desperado.


“What? They said you kept calling for a certain Mr. Carlos at the bar and dozed off, you don't recall?” those gentle footsteps got louder as he stopped, right on top of her, just a little distance and they would be one. His breath lingered on her skin and that graceful scent spread like wild fire as she inhaled the air that surrounded him, her pride subdued the urge to sniff him while she had his curly locs between her knuckles. His eyes darkened as she watched his Adams apple shift with anticipation. Those veins that guarded his muscles, damn! At this point, she could see everything. She shrugged in self-disgust and averted her lustful gaze.


“You know, all the times I've seen you, 'vulnerable' is what you seem like. Is that your true state?” he stared at her malachite orbs as the light reflected on them. Maybe, he could already read her—a married woman with 2 kids having adulterous desperation for a man. How shameful! But at the same, she tried to convince herself—just this once won't hurt, getting it out would be better, of course, Tommy won't find out and I'll leave this delusional place for good. Everything will be back to normal after this one night.


“Vulnerable, you say,” she stretched her hands and let her fingers stroke those veins that topped his neck. Was he already awaiting this feeling? Because now, he knew he wasn't going to let go of this sensation. Just a touch and he already yielded for more. “Mr. Carlos, It seems you can't get me out of your mind, am I right?” she let go of his neck and stretched. He sat down again but avoided her gaze at all cost. She teased him and he slowly fell for it.


She loved it—how she could read every single bit of him without regressing her instincts, how he would look so strong and confident one second and how he'd look docile the minute she used a commanding tone on him. This wasn't how she'd always felt, but this man; there was definitely something about him, something that wrecked her insides with insatiable want.


“Well, you see,” she lifted the cloth off her body and tiptoed to the winged seat. She bent slightly to meet his gaze and then, lifted her fingers to trace the scrumptious apple on his neck. Her fingertips glided against his brawny chest. Oh! How muscly! How would he look buck naked? She felt his sudden loss of breath and oh heavens! She wanted more of that kinky reaction.


she leaned into his neck and whispered, “Right now, I need you to relieve my stress. I'm sure you know what I mean.” he stiffened. She spread her naked legs and humbled her knees to the ground before him.


“Your stress?” he asked. That unknowing gaze he had now turned to passionate desire. The tingles of her breath still remained on his neck and of course, the natural reaction that formed in his middle became evident. That horniness he felt for the past weeks stormed in.


“Let's get this lust off our chests before it's too late, kid.” she paused to watch his reaction and before he could even process what she said, her hands were groping his thick bulge, causing erotic sensations to consume his senses.


More!


“Are you saying we should—”


“Are you up for it?” she was sober but why didn't she feel guilty? Her mind was focused on the man seated before her. No thoughts, no worries, just a young sexy stranger. She felt it—extreme wetness for him, something that barely happened. Not even with Tommy. Hell was she going to back out now. “Or should I repeat myself Mr. Carlos.” his name echoed—she wondered how it would be to moan out his name in bed.


He wished she could say his name one more time. Maybe if he rammed her insides, he would hear it again, and if he was good enough, he'd hear it more than just once. He suddenly developed a motivation to please her with all he had so she would come running to him for more. Suddenly, his goal changed from being satisfied by kinky titillations to pleasing her well enough.


He brought forward his hands and cupped her cheeks, “Can I kiss you?”

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5. Yearning

Have mercy upon me, O God,
according to thy loving-kindness,
according into the multitude of thy tender mercies,
blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity,
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my trans—


Carlos knelt before the statue in the sanctuary while he prayed but he was forced to look when he heard soft footsteps.Just who in the world was out this late at night?


In the faint light, he saw her hair and immediately recognised her—her, whose calls he’d been so keen on waiting for. He got up to his feet and hurried to her so he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity.


Nothing. Not even the barking of the mini convent dogs could be heard by Lady Jane when he took a step forward and held up her fingers with his wide palm. He nudged her knuckles with his thumb and looked her in the eye. Her green eyes that seemed brighter under the night sky reflected astonishment. Her light-headedness must be playing tricks with her mind.


“My Lady.” Carlos said.


Yes. It was that voice that caused everything in the first place. Till now, she wasn’t sure if they really did it or not. The tendency to display her sexuality in her drunken state needed to be stopped. All her worries that bothered her seemed to fade as his skin rubbed against hers. It was definitely his voice.


“Such a surprise to meet you here,” he looked around. “Umm... My Lady, do you have some time?” He let go of her hand and stared at the ground that held them close. He looked so confident just a moment ago but now he just looked like a pooch.


She hesitated but still nodded. She took a step back and folded her arms below her breasts. She was putting up a front. That facade of a confident persona, deep down, she knew she had insecurities—well, so does everyone.


“Sure.”


“I’m sorry about the other night, I just—” Carlos scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze.


“It’s fine. It... that was my fault anyway. You should probably forget about it. Or do you need money Mr. Carlos.” She thought she gave solace but it was the other way round—asking if he needed money at such a time.


“No, I do not need money—well, I do, but that’s not the point. I... can’t forget.”


Her guilt came to face; How she caused him harm and how she coaxed him into a sinful activity. She knew he was the victim but she brushed it off to maintain her guise of confidence.


“Pardon! I humbly suggest you forget what happened that day. It’s normal to act unruly when drunk, don’t you think?” she was sly. She couldn’t forget either so why?


“Then, let me take you out for lunch... or dinner. I’ll apologise properly and then I promise... I’ll forget,” he spluttered. “I’d love to talk to you directly, can I have your number?” he bowed to his waist level and handed out his phone.


So cheesy.


At that moment, she knew he was strange in a certain way. She wasn’t accustomed to men being so honest and kind but Carlos was different. He was big and tall, had a perky chest that didn’t hide, even beneath a shirt. He had a serious face and such foxy eyes that stood out, but his character opposed his appearance. He scared the shit out of her. He was dangerous and she’d rather avoid him than take a risk.


“I don’t think we’re close enough to have dinner or lunch together.” She said bluntly. The disappointment in his face pierced her soul.


“But you asked me to drink with you, I think we’re close enough really. We bonded really well.” he muttered. His calm demeanour changed to a serious one so quickly.


“I felt bad for how your arm ended up, you didn’t accept money, so don’t feel so high and mighty.” She ranted as she walked a short distance to dispose the beer can. “Asking you to drink with me was the least I could do to soothe my—” she halted after realising her wrong choice of words.


He followed behind, “And why would you feel bad for my broken arm?” he stood so close behind her; he could see the top of her head. He strongly held the urge to touch it. To touch her and feel her.


“I mean—” she stuttered, praying he wouldn’t realise what she just said.


“Hold on,” he suddenly held her close to him and she froze again. His touch—so strange yet pleasant, he held her shoulders and lifted the tip of her hair to his face. “This scent... Are you?”


“What do you mean?” she turned to face him. Damn! He must’ve figured it out.


“I smelt this scent on the day I broke my hand, the other day at the bar and also now. This isn’t a coincidence, is it?” he scrunched his brows.


Lies. She tried to find lies to get her out of this situation. The front she put up was slowly diminishing. Was he sure already? If she told a small lie, would she be caught red handed? She hesitated and didn’t reply.


“My Lady, am I wrong?” he bent his neck to meet her height.


“No, you’re not, I can compensate you if you—”


“No! The least you could do is have a meal with me.”


She flinched as he held her shoulders tighter. His breath strayed across her ears and his voice gave her away.


“I won’t ask why you jumped off that balcony, just do me this favour. Then... then after that, I really won’t stretch it.”


The air suddenly felt dense, there was no way she could turn him down. His sincerity was what scared her the most, she could read every bit of him. Just like a child. Odd yet satisfying. Dangerous but for some reason she felt safe in his midst. There was definitely a connection.


“Lady Jane?” Miss Liu screamed and ran towards them, she thought Lady Jane was being held captive.


“Hey, who are you? Let her go or I’m calling police.”


She immediately freed himself from his hold and adjusted her clothes while he just stood there, surprised. The woman looked familiar.

“It’s okay, he’s the victim from the day of the accident. I’m sure you recognise him, you sorted it out with him right?”


“Oh! Then why did you spend so much time out? I thought you were kidnapped or something worse,” Miss Liu got closer to them, “I’m sorry but we’ll be on our way now.” She looked directly at Carlos. Of course, she had questions but it would be best to stay quiet.


They began to walk off leaving Carlos behind. No way was he going to let her go this time. To him, this was fate. He didn’t feel like this for no damn reason.


“My Lady, please contact me.” That’s the most he could say before her figure faded to the night but he was sure she heard. All he could do was hope. And if she failed to call—he’d find her.


* * *


Days and even weeks passed quickly after their unexpected encounter. Carlos heard nothing from Lady Jane, he waited and overworked himself at the bar to get her off his mind but just the bar surrounding itself was a key reminder that she was his ideal type and he definitely felt something for her. However, she never called—not even an email. He expected much and got disappointed; very atypical for someone like Carlos. He thought it was best to take sometime off work and that environment to get himself back. His plan was to come to the main city to stay with Martin for a while, but that might have been the wrong idea.


As he entered Martin’s house, it was the same as always, casual but unusual, rare and Spanish style, very different from the other houses in this region. He made his money through highly profane means, he was pretty open minded about it and so he didn’t get as much criticism. Well, his net worth per se was colossal so rather than being a self-critic, he was proud of himself.


Carlos was welcomed by the booming of loud music and a nervous looking delivery guy. This could only mean one thing.


“Ooh... Aah... Ngh... right there,” Martin squirmed under a big muscular guy with blasphemous tattoos. This was usual for Carlos’ sight so he walked in after collecting the delivery.


“Ooh.. Yeah...” the big guy groaned in pleasure.


“Hey, Gio! Don’t you fucking cum right... Ooh... Don’t cum.. Sto...”


“It feels... so... good Mart,” he wrapped his hands around a certain Martin pounding him mercilessly doggy style.


“Oh! God! Gio... You can’t fuck... ing...cum... aah.. ngh,” a crying Martin begged.


“What? Your hole is.. like a magnet... It’s... aah... so... ooh... good,” he trusted till he hit his orgasm leaving an angry unsatisfied Martin who stormed out of the room afterwards.


“Bloody selfish fucker.. Ugh!” Martin shouted.


“You know, you should really close the door when you do this. I could see and hear everything over the music.” Carlos advised as he wrapped Martin’s bare skin with a rugged white cloth.


“And why would I do that?” Martin asked while he made tea.


“I can list out many reasons though.”


“Can you not judge my voyeuristic proclivities right now? I’m really not feeling it today. It’s my house anyway.”


“Sure.”


“Why aren’t you at work?”


“I’m staying here for a while, I’m tired. Let’s talk later Mart.”

He undid his shirt and shut the door to the guest room, leaving a curious Martin in utter shock.


“Wow! Crazy bastard! Come out right now. You storm into my house, tell me what to do and fucking shut my door on me?” he banged the door, “Hey, come on now, did something happen?”


* * *


“I’m sincerely sorry, but there’s really nothing we can do anymore.” the orphanage directress had called Lady Jane to inform them of all the trouble her kids have caused ever since their arrival.


She cut the call in anger. How could they let such things happen in a Catholic place for Chrissake? Her kids were being bullied and insulted for having parents that couldn’t cater for them. Evans beat the shit out of another kid because someone made Ellen cry over the issue of them having irresponsible parents. According to the directress, the one who made Ellen cry told her ‘she was a mistake and her parents didn’t need her’ and as untrue as it sounds, the orphanage couldn’t handle the matter and politely called for them to be readopted by their real guardians. Just a few weeks and everything backfired.


Lady Jane didn’t know how to feel, she just needed to find another way to put them away from Tommy’s sight and that, she couldn’t think of. At this point, she wanted to be cleansed of her worries. A distraction is all she hoped for. Actually, she longed for sex.


It wouldn’t hurt this once, would it? Is what she used to convince herself. The desire to get wasted and satisfy her thirst for spasms of climax. She was selfish. She knew a distraction wasn’t the case; Ever since Carlos, not once did she stop wishing for his cock, not once did she stop imagining his touch on her, series of masturbation with incomplete satisfaction, the undying urge to call him and ask for an intimate reunion was what she felt. Asking for a distraction to soothe the worries her kids brought against her wasn’t the case—she wanted Carlos.


Few minutes later, she found herself seating on a stool in Heinsbar. Now why was she at a bar adorned in beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry looking around with a beer glass in hand?


The frustration she felt from waiting for a bartender, Carlos in a white shirt and black waist apron got intense every second she took a sip from her beer. The irritation crept as men of younger ages sidled to her trying to talk her into bed, she knew fully well what they wanted—money; Petty money. She shooed them in one wave anyway then drank till she lost her sanity.

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4. The Grotto

As dawn crept into the night, the unfamiliar feel of her surroundings awoke her senses. Her orbs made out the Fabian Perez paintings merged to the malachite stoned walls of the room. She stretched her muscles on the mattress lain with comfortable silk sheets and pillows. While she adjusted the peignoir recklessly tied to her curves, she wondered how she must've gotten into such a place-a 4 star hotel probably. She shuffled to the door to check If she was locked in, to her surprise, she wasn't. Then she realised she wasn't here because Tommy came for her. Her mind shifted to what happened the night before-how she was despoiled by her oh so loving husband.


She heard her phone vibrate to new notifications.


It was Tommy. She shuddered.


Don'tyoudarecheatonmei'mnotfuckingplaying.WherethehellareyouJane?


Her eyes widened as moments of her time at the bar struck her memory and the soulful sight of no one but herself caressing another man's chest. The sinful imagery of the thickness of another man's cock filled her heart with guilt and regret. Why was she even at a bar to begin with? It's been years since she'd been at such an overt place. She must have been crazy to let a young man access her nudity and play gyrations with her clit and even worse, in her car. Her face said nothing but her emotions were in disorder. She got dressed and tried to sort out her thoughts but just before leaving; she saw a business card and a hand written note atop the glass table.


I'mSorry,Ishouldn'thavedonethatevenafterknowingyouwereinadrunkenphase.Allowmeregistermyapologyinperson-Carlos.


How informal. No way in hell will she want to meet the so called Carlos after all of that.


* * *


All Carlos pondered about was how he unleashed his innermost desires in front of a drunken rich Lady, the shock she didn't try to hide kept haunting his mind for days.

Why didn't she call? Could it be, she remembered and then regretted?


He wanted to hear her voice and see that heinous smile again. His mind drifted to how embarrassed he was after saying those obscene words 'Please choke me'. He had managed to hide his sexual propensities and at least, refrain from them so why couldn't he help it when he was with Lady Jane. He felt the sudden stiffening of his cock as he remembered how her slender fingers wrapped his neck as her pretty pussy sucked in his dick and how she moaned when her head flipped backward due to utter titillation. But he shouldn't get hard in the middle of a questioning session with Martin-the only friend who had stayed with him through thick and thin.


Martin kept coaxing Carlos to say what had been bothering him but even after series of uninvited questions, Carlos still said nothing. Of course, he knew he was lying but for chissake, what in hell was keeping the nonchalant Carlos so deep in thought? And for days. He watered the plants in his little garden as the scent of nature densified the air.


"Sure, you don't have to tell me your dirty little secret," Martin hissed. "But trust me when I say I'm gonna get back at you for leaving me in suspense."


"Hey, that's just petty, I said there's nothi-" Carlos said. He eyed the vibrant daffodils that strayed across the patio. His fingers carelessly tapped the round wooden table in a disturbing rhythm.


"I'll tell Fiona you found a new domme." Martin cut him off and stopped to match his gaze.


"What?" Carlos stood up.

"How is that even a thing, I haven't had a domme in years bro-"


"Which is why she'd believe me, I'm not fucking joking. Tell me what's going on with you or Fiona will go crazy, you know how she is." Martin pulled his dirt stained garden apron and sat on a stool across Carlos.


"You know, I really hate you sometimes Mart." He averted his gaze.


"Are you telling me or should I get my phon-"


"Relax, I'll spill," Carlos fiddled his fingers. "I met a rich Lady at my bar, and we had... sex-well not sex, just you know."


"What the bloody fuck?" Martin shuddered and quickly sipped some from his chamomile tea. "What's a rich Lady doing hanging around your bar?" he laughed.


"Wish I knew. She was drunk but I couldn't resist Mart, she was such a tease for real, I couldn't even hold it in."


"Woah. Wait! Did you-" Martin widened his eyes and let his jaw loose in amusement.


"Yes, I did and don't you even laugh right now, I'm fucking dying of embarrassment." Carlos spoke as he released the first button of the tight shirt that hugged his firm chest.


Martin laughed, "What the hell man. What happened? You barely even get hard and now you're hooking up with older women? You could just hook up with me if you're finally tired of staying celibate." he hit the table as his voice broke in utter laughter.


"Hell! No! You're the last man I'd ever want to be with even if I turned gay." They both laughed in sync.


"You know, Mart, she was perfect, I don't even think she realized what she was doing to me. She was such a coquette." Carlos sighed and rested his face on his palms. "She fucking slept when I went in. She closed her eyes with my cock deep in her bro."


"Bloody Mary...Come take me," Martin continued laughing aimlessly with his head going back and forth. "That the hell is your punishment for yearning drunken sex, you should have kept going if you wanted it so badly, bet she felt warm. I'm so sorry, this is too funny."


"I blame myself for telling you, anyways, I have somewhere to be." Carlos patted Martin then stood up.


"Oh! It's the weekends already, guess you still pay your humble visits. You're pretty cool Mr. Heinrich." Carlos' muscular figure faded into the distance.


* * *


Lady Jane flipped the business card for the 100th time hesitating on whether she should give her thanks to him or not. All she'd done was cause trouble for him. He saved her on the day of that fall and ended up breaking an arm. Oh! Thank God, it was just an arm. The same man she caused harm to was also the same man she sexually provoked. She even admitted she was only using him to fulfill her assumed sin. And after all of that, he still brought her to a safe place, cleaned her and even left hangover drugs behind. He even used his own money.


What should I do?


This was meant to be the least of her problems but it kept creeping into her mind. Guilt.

She hadn't gone home since that day and even after getting that text from Tommy, she didn't reply to it. She'd been staying at the same hotel. The same room Carlos booked for her. She even got comfortable regardless of her hatred for hotels. She knew Tommy wouldn't be able to find her here. Now the hotel room scented of her.


Breakfast of peaches and cream in coffee. It was a Saturday and she was to pay a visit to St Francis Orphanage today-to see Ellen and Evans. She wouldn't use her usual car but a hired car so Tommy wouldn't be able to track her. She put on a sun yellow floral summer dress and slipped her feet into a pair of white sandals, very different from what she would normally wear. She sat still admiring the beautiful summer sky from the wide screen window, she wondered if her children would hate her for putting them in there, well, she hoped not.


Miss Liu drove in the hired car and Lady Jane got in.


The difference between the Pacified town where the hotel was and the main city road was crystal clear. The people hustling and the traffic jam holding them up irritated her, nothing like this was in that town, just a few young people that mainly showed up at night, the peace and quiet environment which allowed nature to speak, she would sometimes come out at night to feel the cool breeze that would brush her hair against her face while she drank budweiser beer to ease her worries. She felt at peace.


She slept through the journey and when she finally woke up, the car was parked in a spacious parking lot with just a few cars. The big Church with colourful plexiglass designs of various Saints and renowned members of the Roman Catholic Church, she admired everything, even the big grey sculpture of a cross at the top of the building. Quiet. Graceful. God's presence was evident. She was agnostic but she loved this feeling.


Ellen and Evans friskily waited for their mother together with a nun in blue and white garments, the white veil and the big rosary bound to her waist enhanced her modesty.


"Mummy..." Ellen and Evans screamed as they saw Lady Jane come into sight. The children ran and jumped to hug their mother. She was in awe, she had thought they'd be bashful to her but instead they were understanding. She was overwhelmed with happiness as tears danced on her pink cheeks. She was like an entirely different person with the kids.


"My babies, I'm so happy to see you. Ugh! You've grown up in just a week mhm," she patted their backs. "Come tell me what it's like here."


The children were dressed in black and white with their legs in white socks and black leather shoes. Ellen's hair was packed in a demure bun while Evans had his bangs neatly cut and styled, just the same as other children here. Lady Jane was to make a huge donation today in anonymity. The Nun guided the way as they walked through the bodnant flower path which led to the orphanage itself. Tonight, they were going to stay at the guest house just across the orphanage rooms. Grasses and large trees trimmed to fit the area, they all talked about the usual things children spoke to their parents about, they were happy to see Miss Liu as well.


"How about dad?" Evans asked.


"Yeah, why didn't he come, Mummy? Is he that busy?" Ellen asked as well while she took a sip from her juice box.


Lady Jane didn't know they were going to ask after their father. Not even once did she think of it, he was their father after all, now she was trying to predict the answer they needed so she could tell a lie.


"Your father is well but he's really occupied with work you see. He'll come see you both soon okay." she feigned a weak smile. No way in hell is she letting Tommy come here to them. He wasn't just under the influence of drugs. He was truly crazy. He was definitely getting out of control because now he was going on about getting her for cheating on him. He sent texts upon texts that she rather left unread but she knew he was damn serious this time. The psychopathy he hid throughout the years they dated till the years of their marriage was finally showing. Slowly. Intermittently. Was it just the drugs or was he just originally like that?


After convincing Ellen and Evans, they had dinner and she put them to sleep and afterwards, she had a little chat with Miss Liu. Quiet. Reserved.


That was how the secretary was but that was a mask because deep down in Miss Liu's mind, she wondered why lady Jane was staying away from home and even worse in a small town at the outskirts of the city. How she freed Tommy from police custody without filing charges. Something was definitely up. But Lady Jane would never tell, she would bear the pain and worry alone and there was nothing the secretary could do.


"Want some wine?" Miss Liu asked.


"I rather have beer," Lady Jane straightened her posture and grabbed a jacket from the wooden coat stand beside the flower vase. "I'm going outside for fresh air, you can lock the door, I'll ask for a spare."


"What? Why? It's late already."


Lady Jane took the beer from the table and opened the door. "I just need some alone time, I won't be long."


She shut the door.


The faint chirping of crickets was the only sound she heard as her head slowly began to lighten. She took another gulp as she inspected the area, few leaves scattered on the ground and the only working street light that illuminated the bench she was now seated. The Church Grotto shone bright with blue light, the large Blessed Virgin Mary statue stood tall and firm at the center, it was the main source of light.


Strands of hair flew past her eyes as she looked at the crescent moon hung on the starry black sky, she tapped her feet against the hard cemented ground of the small Chapel-across the Grotto. She began to reminisce about her past just before her life completely changed. Regret. She shook her head to drive off her somber thoughts and stood up to go back to the room; She saw a figure walking out from the midst of the Grotto lights. Dark. Tall. Muscular. He strode across the middle aisle of the Grotto where silver chains were mounted at separate sides.


She could never forget that walking step. She knew exactly who he was. Not knowing whether to go or stay, her legs froze to the ground as he stood tall in front of her. She felt his erratic breathing and his earnest stare that bore through her eyes as if asking for something. Just a little distance between them-he finally parted his lips and said, "My Lady."

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