“Pipe down, will you? I’m daydreaming over here.” I yell at the wisp of a woman I’ve wrapped in my black sheets.
She glares at me still trying to wiggle free. I let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re magically tied up, dear. I’m afraid there’s no getting out of those without my say so. And I don’t say so. It isn’t time for our plan to be put into action yet.”
I’ll let Marigold think that the poltergeist ex-wife is vanquished, and then I’ll use the distraction to escape and trap her in here. And I won’t just trap her. I’ll make her watch as I destroy the man she’s clearly falling for. Then I’ll go for her precious birds. Such a little fool asking for my help. All she did was create a way for me to escape. And when I do, I’ll carve her worthless little heart out and watch as her life drains from her eyes.
After all, there’s a reason she calls me Bloody Mary.
BARRETT
Ifeel as if I could run out and fly a kite without a care in the world from how happy I feel today. The sweet scent that is wholly Marigold clings to my skin and leaves my stomach a flutter with hope. I can’t help but think about how responsive her body is to mine. We barely know each other, but the way we’re pulled together is a symphony in the making. Each knowing exactly what the other craves and delivering it. I can’t wait to lock her up in my room and have her panting my name.
She insisted on giving Ellen a reprieve and has been entertaining the children all day. They have taken to her so easily, giggling at her stories, and falling asleep easily from her songs. Even Ellen seems to be in a better mood when she’s around. I caught her humming a happy tune as she dusted a pile of cobwebs from the staircase’s spindles.
For the first time in months, I enter the office and ring up my business partner, Nigel. After the operator patches me through, his deep gruff voice crackles over the line.
“Barrett Blackford, is that really you? I thought you’d never crawl out of your gloom, old chap.”
“Yes, well. You know. Times have been rather different as of late. I’d like to come by the office, get a run-down of what I’ve missed.”
“Why don’t you come in around noon? We can catch you up on the handlings… and bring an umbrella with you. It’s champagne weather out there.” I glance out the window and notice the torrential downpour pelting against the windowpane.
“I’ll be there.” Hanging up the receiver, I catch a shadow move past the door and then back again. Frowning, I carefully remove myself from behind the desk and peek into the hallway. Spying Ms. Peppins creeping near the back door has me curious.
“What the devil are you doing?”
Marigold lets out a shriek and clutches her hand to her heart. She’s a vision, all pink cheeks and luscious curves. Her blue eyes look bright as they widen upon seeing me.
“You gave me such a fright, Barrett. I was only fetching this for Sarah.” I hear a faint snap and then see her produce a bottle from behind her back.
“From back here? The kitchen is that way.” What was this intoxicating woman up to?
“Yes, well, I wanted to see the back garden area for the children to play in.”
“In this weather?” My eyebrows raise as I watch her smile falter.
“Obviously not for right now.”
I let out a laugh and grab onto her arms, bringing her body into mine and spinning her up against the wall. “You look absolutely devasting when you’re flustered. I’d like to see more of that tonight.” I drag my finger across her collarbone. “You get the prettiest shade of pink right here.”
Her breath stutters as her eyes lock onto mine. “Tonight.”
“Yes, my darling. I want those perfect lips of yours screaming my name into oblivion while you wrap your thighs around me.” I watch as the flush creeps up her neck and staining the apples of her cheeks crimson. She licks her lips, and my eyes track the motion.
“That sounds…” I place a delicate kiss in the space where her neck meets her shoulder and feel her shiver against me. “… mmm perfect.” Her hands grip the nape of my neck, fingernails digging into my flesh with a soft sensual bite. The sensation sends a jolt to my already hardening cock. I breath in her scent.
“Are the children occupied?” I ask, pressing my hips against her.
“Yes.” She answers breathily. Chest heaving as she lets out the softest moan. “But they should be waking up at any moment.”
“Then we will have to be quick. I don’t know if I can wait until tonight.” I grab her by the wrist and tug her into my office. The door shuts with a soft snick behind us before I’m on her. Pinning her front against my desk, ass up in the air. I gather her skirts, lifting them to reveal her creamy flesh. Her undergarments drenched with her desire. Papers that were lined up on my desk come floating down in a mess, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but having her right here.
Kneeling behind her, I pull her delicate fabric to the side and slide my tongue against her bundle of nerves. She jerks her hips back as I lick with the ferocity of a starved man. Whimpers of delight escape her mouth as I burry my face in her splendor. Relishing her taste and needing to give her this carnal pleasure. We rock together, my tongue dipping frantic circles devouring her sweet wet heat.
My cock strains against my trousers, begging to be let out. I unbutton them, letting my length spring free into my hand as I rub myself in time with my assault on her pussy. I keep a steady rhythm until she’s falling apart, thighs closing about my head as her honey coated juices flood my mouth. I drink her down greedily hearing her muffled moans from above.
“Please, Barrett.”
I stand, taking her flushed red ass in my hands and spread her apart, lining up my throbbing cock to her clit. I press against her, sliding back and forth between her wetness before I shove my tip in. She cries out at the pressure as I carefully inch my way to the hilt, filling her to the brink.
