I feel her pussy clench around me as I thrust in deep, and then she comes apart in my arms. This time her climax is a full-body experience, and she clings to me like I’m her only connection to the earth.
My cock swells at her pleasure, and then my warm release is pumping into her waiting womb. There’s so much cum it leaks out between us where we’re joined, but there’s plenty more where that came from. The sight of it is so powerful I’m dizzy, like I took a drug.
I smile against her lips as we catch our breath, but this is only the beginning of what she’s going to take tonight. Now that I’ve had her once, there won’t be any stopping me.
Chapter 11
Jema
The garden is where I spend a lot of my time. You’d think living in a home this massive there are always things to do, but there aren’t. Salvador said I was a stay-at-home wife. I didn’t know that was a thing, but I was down to try it out. Turns out being a kept woman is boring. That’s when he’d suggested the library and gardens.
Since then that’s how I’ve been spending my time when Salvador isn’t home. When my husband is home, I turn into a clinger. Thankfully he doesn’t mind. If anything, he encourages it, but then when he has work, I get lonely.
I have no memory of friends, but I suppose I could ask Salvador tonight. Nothing has come back to me, including if I had gardening skills. I’ve fully lost my past, but at least I still know how to read. The doctor told me to give it time and that the brain is tricky. He keeps telling me that my brain does what it believes is best to protect me.
If that’s the case, what is my brain protecting me from? Is it that bad? I was told I fell and hit the back of my head and that’s all there was to it. As time passes, my mind can’t help but wander into the unknown, but if I focus on it too long, I get a terrible headache.
The unsolved mystery is sometimes all I can think about. What if I fell because I ran when I caught my husband cheating or I saw something I shouldn't have? I’m pretty sure this is pure boredom that’s coming up with these outrageous possibilities.
It doesn’t help that I get the sense everyone around here is keeping a secret from me. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s a darkness that lingers in the air and often around my husband. I’m not scared of him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.
I bundle up all the fresh cut flowers from the garden and take them back up to the house. When I enter through the back patio, the kitchen is empty. That is a rarity around here. Normally, the staff is buzzing around and preparing food.
I step into the butler's pantry and place the flowers down next to the sink before seeing what vases I have to use. There are a million, but my favorite isn't here. I should go check on the other arrangements while I look for it and see if they need replenishing.
That's the plan until I step out of the pantry and glance at the basement door. That door is like a giant red button I’ve been told not to push. The mystery of it only makes me want to push it more. Deciding there’s no harm in testing to see if it's unlocked, I go over to it and grab the handle.
When it doesn’t budge, I puff out an annoyed breath before a thought hits me. I’m not sure what makes me do it, but I reach into my hair and pull out one of the pins I use to keep my long bangs out of my face when I’m gardening. On instinct, I drop to my knees and stick the pin in the lock. Within a few seconds, the lock pops, and the door swings open.
"Well, then," I say, laughing at myself as I stand up. Maybe I picked locks in my past because I'm shockingly good at it.
The door makes a loud squeaking sound straight out of a horror movie. Instead of being scared and running the other way, I hurry down the stairs to close the door behind me so that I'm not busted before I can get a peek around.
I’m not sure what I thought was going to be in the basement, but what I wasn't expecting is how freaking big it is. This house never ends. Part of me worries about getting lost as I explore, but there’s a security in knowing if I do, my husband will find me. I might be in trouble, but I will be found.
While the space is big, there isn't much going on, so I’m not sure why it needs to be locked up all the time. I notice lots of crates with boxes on them, and I’m guessing it has to do with Salvador’s work. He said he works in imports and exports, whatever that means. I'm tempted to look inside them, but I want to keep peeking around before someone catches me.
At the end of one of the corridors is an enormous, heavy-looking door. I try to open it, but it doesn't budge, and then I spot a keypad.
"Holy crap," I whisper, my curiosity piqued more than ever.
I stare at the keypad, but nothing happens. Okay, clearly I’m not a hacker that can open any sort of lock. Still, I need to find a way to get in there. I'm dying to know what’s kept behind it. It looks like a safe, so I hope it’s something cool like gold bars. My mind starts coming up with lots of ideas that are each more ridiculous than the one before.
There’s a sound in the distance, and then I hear footsteps coming my way. They don’t sound as heavy as my husband’s, but I don’t want to get caught snooping where I was told not to go. I glance around to find somewhere to hide and see a stack of wooden boxes nearby. It’s the best I’ve got, so I duck behind them and wait.
When the steps draw closer, I peek through one of the small cracks and see Edward with a tray of food and a bag. I watch as he punches in the code on the keypad, and I memorize it.
When the door opens, I hear a loud groan come from inside. Edward enters and closes the door behind him, and I stand there wondering if I really heard a groan. It could have been the door, and after a second, I convince myself that’s what it had to be.
Why was Edward bringing food down here? Does he have to sneak all the way to the basement to enjoy a meal in peace? I freeze when the door opens again, quicker than I expected it to. I watch Edward step out and notice that the bag he has over his shoulder appears lighter and the tray of food is gone. There’s no freaking way he ate all of it that quickly. There’s a person inside that room.
I wait for Edward to lock the door and leave and then wait a few minutes longer before I slip out from behind the boxes. My heart hammers against my chest, and the darkness that lingers is now a heavy blanket over me. I have to look. I have to know for sure what’s inside.
No, I don't, I tell myself. Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that what people say? As much as I wish I could walk away, I won't be able to. Curiosity has gotten the best of me, and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to be down here. It could be weeks, and I can’t wait that long. What if there are women in there and it’s some kind of trafficking?
Okay, calm down, Jema. My sweet Salvador would never. Maybe it’s an exotic pet that has a special diet. I can see wealthy people feeding animals human food. Maybe it's a puppy that he’s saving for my birthday. That has to be it. Wait, when is my birthday?
Shaking off the distracting thoughts, I punch in the code. If it’s a puppy, I’ll give it a few ear scratches and leave. When the lock clicks over, I slowly pull the door open and see a dimly lit room.
