To Eternity. Daisy Banks

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СКАЧАТЬ cock. In his first dream after the attack, he’d found Sian, along with a sense of reality he’d never experienced before. The heated throbbing recalled how close he’d been to screwing her. He’d lunged between her wide-spread thighs, his cock oozing pre-cum, and he’d almost entered her pussy.

      She’d been coy at first as they’d danced, typical Sian, but when she’d understood he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer that night, she’d kissed him. He had thrust his tongue down her throat as she gave in. He could still hear her enticing noises, feel her writhing beneath him on the smooth polished floor when he had peeled off her short dress, followed by the sexy bra. The little whimpers she’d made when he had sucked at her nipples and tugged down her tiny panties to strip her naked, had almost taken him over the edge.

      He shook at the recollection of her luscious, smooth, round ass under his palms, her hot, hard nipples pressed tight against his chest when he moved to mount her. If only he’d managed to go all the way to get inside her that night.

      His desire, checked by her youth and innocence when he’d first hired her, had built until he had to fight to control it whenever she was near. The wicked little temptress, she knew he wanted her. She tormented him. He’d thought it kind of cute the way she’d made so many efforts in her leather gear or rubber dress, all intended to appeal to him. He’d been on the verge of making a move when she had gone walk-about at the Darnwell Estate.

      His sweet, sexy muse had no idea how many times, and in how many ways, he’d filled her pussy with his cum over the last four years. But, the strange dream he’d had the night he awoke in hospital, so powerful and strong, it took his need for her up another million notches. He’d tasted something better than the usual lust-filled explorations his imagination contrived. A kind of perfection he wanted every other fantasy of Sian to mimic.

      He’d felt her warmth beneath him and needed it again. Like a drug, she fed his hunger. That night she’d been with him all the way, rubbing her silky mound with its little strip of curls against his hand, urging him on. When he had parted her thighs, she’d made fantastic, gurgling pleasure noises. She had lifted her hips for him as he licked and sucked her rigid nipples and probed deep in her pussy with his fingers. The memory of the sensation blasted back through him.

      Fabulous.

      Tight, hot, wet, and magic. Until she had fled. She’d wriggled like a wanton little snake, had shaken her pretty tits in his face, before she had slipped from his grasp and run.

      Damn her bloody tower.

      She’d hidden inside the tall stone tower in the dream. Though he knew where she was, he couldn’t penetrate the brambles to reach her. She had hidden inside until the dawn.

      Franklyn eased the snakeskin jacket from his damaged shoulder. Most of the normal range of movement had returned but at the cost of exquisite pain. He’d also suffered the onset of referred trauma to his hip. He limped bad enough to use a stick. The specialist’s promise that the torture would ease as time passed had yet to materialize. When it did, he’d be ready to take Sian and deal with the big threatening bastard she’d brought to the hospital to torment him.

      Though he’d been so sick, near dying, Sian had turned up with the one responsible for his injuries. He had known the animal who’d attacked him. The one who had delighted in menacing him with veiled threats while he lay helpless in a hospital bed, and the horrific beast, they were the same.

      He wouldn’t always be defenseless. Every day he got stronger. Soon he’d be well. The arrogant creep she’d taken up with would find out Franklyn Gorsewell was no one’s yes-man. He smiled.

      Yes. Squaring up to that thing, even if it came in wolf form, would be a pleasure. The disconcerting sensation of constant aggression, his heightened hearing, the acute sense of smell, the shivery strangeness building inside him, it would pass or he’d find a way to deal with it.

      No one and nothing would come between him and his treasured muse. From the first day he’d seen her, so vital and perfect, she’d been his “darling girl.” The emerald-eyed, naive, little teenage minx the job center sent around had mesmerized him. He had hired her as his assistant on the spot. She was all his to adore, to teach, to entertain, the flawless unformed clay he could mold into the perfect woman.

      Sian. His Sian.

      Perhaps he’d indulged her too much. He’d sent her on a two-day-a-week training course for two years, had found her a decent place to live, and had gotten her out of the poxy bedsit she’d been in since she came down from Bath. Discovering she had lived alone since her mother had died, he’d never been stern with her, always sought to ease her worries and fears, had done so much to make her smile. He understood his mistake now. All the indulgence had turned her into a spoiled brat. He’d been so busy this past year, and she’d rocketed out of control. The last few months she’d turned uppity, and had lacked his guidance while she was at Darnwell. She’d even forced him to threaten to fire her.

      He should have had her sooner and made her his.

      If he’d been sensible about things rather than quite so caring, he’d have put his foot down about boyfriends when she had first taken one. He should have fucked her silly little brains out on a daily basis as soon as she’d hit her eighteenth birthday, not left it to some other lucky bastard to claim her virginity. He recalled the disappointment when he had discovered what she’d done. That was the opportunity to show her who was really the boss, but he hadn’t taken it. Being a thoughtful gentleman didn’t always bring its rewards. The regrets didn’t do much to help his mood, but a new wave of determination squashed them. He’d make up for the three years he’d lost since he’d bought her the silver eighteen badge.

      The first chance he got, his cute Little Missy Armstrong would be bouncing her sweet cheeks in his bed or on his office chair. Whenever and wherever he wanted her, she’d be willing. Once he’d schooled her wild side, they’d be married before next year was out. He smiled at the image of Sian, naked and sweaty, her pert little tits jiggling as she pounded out her long-standing dues by grinding on his cock. How sweet she’d look. He massaged his swollen erection as it strained up toward the waistband of his tracksuit trousers. Sian would grunt and groan for him, too, her tight pussy stretched and slippery hot as he filled it. She would moan her pleasure.

      Later.

      He’d finish a long wank with her in mind, later. He had things to do first.

      Heading into the kitchen, he faced the lure of the half-empty Scotch bottle. It was only mid-morning, but he could do with a belt. The alcohol’s interaction with the painkillers might prove enough to finish him, though. The Scotch would have to wait for another day. He filled the coffee machine, then waited, tapping at the counter until it produced the brew he needed. The milk in the plastic bottle had blue veining like ripe Stilton cheese. There was no need to open the top to take a whiff. He binned the milk and two monstrous hairy things, which might have been tomatoes. He carried his mug of black coffee through to the desecrated lounge where he sat facing away from the worst of the damage. Before he took a mouthful of coffee, he opened his laptop. While the log-on took an age, fourteen lots of updates to download, he drank the first decent cup of coffee since the attack, but the taste wasn’t quite right. Maybe the coffee had gone off while he was away. Once he got in, e-mails jammed his in-box, but he ignored them.

      First thing was to get this place cleaned up. He’d book into a hotel for the rest of the month while repairs and redecorating went on here. Scrolling, he dismissed his usual hotel haunts. He’d stay in a quiet place where he’d be able to sleep in peace, somewhere he could dream. Soon he’d be at the stage he wouldn’t need the mind numbing drugs to help him sleep. He punched in the credit card details СКАЧАТЬ