Page 22 of Possess Me

I leaned against the railing and for some crazy reason, images of Vissarian popped into my mind.

I could not believe he’d not only seen but had turned on my vibrator. My God. How could I ever look him in the eyes again?

Grabbing my bag, I headed into the bedroom, immediately flopping down on the bed. The handle slipped from my hand and I threw myself down on the thick oh-so-soft white comforter. What a dream. It would be like sleeping on a cloud. I remained where I was, listening to the ocean sounds from the open door, the breeze just enough to cut through the thick humidity.

I stared at the fan, my thoughts drifting to the horror my life had become and the good fortune of being allowed a couple of days completely away.

I’d been followed from the day I’d set foot back in Chicago. Everywhere I went, outside my mother’s house. They were watching me. I couldn’t wait to free myself of the city once and for all.

Antonio’s final words before departing would forever haunt me.

“Tick tock, sister. Your time is almost up.”

Time. What the fuck had he been talking about?

The phone call had prompted me to call Jeffrey. After our quick discussion, I’d hopped a flight, something that as a captain I was privileged to be able to do with little notice. I’d disappeared before the sun had come up, taking the earliest flight to Miami. I’d known Jeffrey would help make sense of the nightmare I’d been living.

He’d encouraged me to return to Miami, leaving behind the memories and connections I’d once cherished.

Then he’d fallen ill.

Continually going over the events of the last two weeks wasn’t going to help make sense of anything. My best bet was to try to forget, escape for just a little while. This was as good a place as any to make that happen.

Exhaling, I jerked up, determined to shove aside every dark thought. A gift basket. Why not see what was inside. Then I’d change and curl up with one of my books on the veranda.

Lighter on my feet, I headed back to the kitchen, doing another little happy dance when finding a bottle of cabernet as well as snacks to die for. With a quick check of the cabinets, I found both a wine stem in acrylic and a wine opener. Perfect.

With a glass poured, I headed back into the bedroom to change clothes. There was nothing stuffier than what I’d been wearing. A strangling necessity, but such a beautiful day called for as few clothes as possible.

The summer dress would do, a pair of sandals all that was necessary.

Once I was changed, I grabbed my wine and the book whose cover was stained with his fingerprints and headed to the veranda. I preferred the term versus deck. It was so much moreelegant than the tiny space barely big enough to fit a single chair at my apartment.

The moment was perfect, the only music needed the sweet sound of the ocean waves. As soon as I opened the book, another flashed into my mind of Vissarian’s wide grin from his scandalous discovery.

Hissing, I shook away all thoughts of him as I started to read.

“On your knees,”Alessandro told me in a husky tone. “Open that sweet mouth of yours, baby girl. You’re going to deep throat my dick.”

I obeyed without question, dropping ever so slowly. I tilted my head, keeping my hands fisted and my arms to my sides as I’d been taught.

When he approached, my mouth watered. With a gentle touch, he rolled the palm of his hand across the top of my head, petting me as if his prized dog. “Such a perfect pet. I can’t wait to see you in a collar and leash. But first things first, stick out your tongue. Ah, such a good girl. A very good girl.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft before rolling the tip across my tongue, slathering beads of pre-cum across the surface.

My pussy clenched several times, wetness slickening my inner thighs. The thought of him fucking me was all I could think about.

“That’s a very good girl,” he whispered, his words thrilling me.

Music interrupted the moment,a little too loud for my tastes at the moment. What was wrong with peace and quiet?

I tried to ignore it, even though the selection of island music included a seriously talented conga player.

I shifted in the seat, putting my feet up in the other chair, wrapping my hand around the glass while sliding into my delicious fantasy world.

“Wrapthose sweet lips around my cock, baby girl. That’s it.”

He fisted my hair, rocking onto the balls of his feet as he drove several inches into my mouth. I continued tingling all over, wanting nothing more than to please him. With his hold firm, he pumped the rest inside, the tip hitting the back of my throat. When I gagged, he issued a tsking sound.

“Take every inch.”