Deceived - The Complete Series (19 page)

“Okay, but hurry before your dinner gets cold.”

“Yes sir,” she said with a mock salute. Then she laughed again and made her way down the hall. While she was gone, he filled her glass with the last of the wine in the bottle...just to make sure. Thomas sat back down at the table and waited for her. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined once again what she was going to taste like. He could hardly wait. He opened his eyes again and looked down the hall for her. When she seemed to be taking a really long time he got worried, thinking maybe she passed out already. He got up to go check on her just about the time she came out of her room in a t-shirt that only came to the bottom of her flat belly and a pair of hot pink lace panties. He was relieved she didn’t go in there and go to sleep and he was ecstatic that she’d changed. “This was all I could find,” she said, slurring even more now. “Is this okay?” She spun around and Thomas thought he might come in his pants. The panties were cut so high in the back they were like a thong. Her smooth, round ass cheeks were almost completely exposed. His cock just grew an inch. She was really trying to seduce him. The drug brought out her true feelings...for him.

“That’s perfect,” he said. “Do you want to finish dinner?”

“I want to dance some more. Come on, let’s dance.” Thomas wasn’t going to object to that. He took her in his arms again, this time pulling her in closer to his chest. She must have taken off her bra because he felt her hard nipples press into him through the t-shirt. As their bodies swayed to the music he began rubbing her back with his hands. He started at her shoulders and rubbed across to her neck. She moaned slightly and extended her neck again. As he began to massage down her back she said, “Mm! That feels so good.” He massaged down to the lower part of her back. He felt her flex her hips forward and rub them into him slightly. She was getting aroused. He slid his hands down further and let them land on her ass. He thought he might die of pure joy. For years he’d wanted nothing more than to get a handful of that sweet, perfect ass. Now as he let his hands and his fingers run across it, Angela was becoming limper in his arms and rubbing her hips against his cock. “Feels so good,” she whispered. Thomas put his mouth to her ear and said,

“I can make you feel so much better, baby. You’ll be screaming out my name and begging for more.”

“Mm...what are you going to do to me that I’ll want more of?” she asked. She sounded like she was just about to pass out. Her voice was heavy and thick and she was also clutching onto him to be able to stay on her feet. He shuddered once more in anticipation and then he said, “I’m going to taste every part of your delicious body...I’m going to lick you up one side and down the other....and then I’m going to fuck you until your head explodes.”

Angela let her eyes lift open a slit. She looked at him for a long time and then she finally said, “I shouldn’t...”

Thomas pulled her back into him and let his hands run over her ass and down around the front of her panties. They were wet. He slid one finger along underneath it and she squeaked. He brought it up to his lips and said, “This is proof that you should. It’s proof that you want me.” He smeared his lips with her juice. She tasted as sweet as he knew she would. “Taste me...taste us, together,” he said. Then he covered her mouth with his and he kissed her. She was a little too out of it to kiss him back, but he didn’t care. He was intoxicated on the taste and the feel and the smell of her. He reached up while he was kissing her and pulled the band out of her hair. He wrapped both hands up in it and once again, he almost came right there. It felt as silky soft as he knew it would. He brought it up to his face and buried his nose in it and inhaled. “So fucking beautiful,” he said. He was still holding her, but they had both stopped dancing a while back. “Angela?”

“Mm hmm....?”

“Are you awake, baby?”

“Mm hmm....” she still had her eyes closed.

“Angela?”

“Mm hmm...?”

“Do you want to go lay down?”

“Mm...are you going to lay with me?” she asked. The little vixen wanted this to happen. Drugs or no drugs, she wanted him. Wild horses couldn’t keep him from it.

“Sure baby, I’ll lay with you.” All night long.

“Will you massage me some more?”

He was leading her down the hall towards her room. “I’ll do whatever you want baby. You tell me what feels good and I’ll do it.”

“Mm....thank you...” just before they got to her bedroom she said, “Steve.”

Thomas stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of the name. It took every shred of impulse control in his body not to slam her back against the wall, take her right there and force her to call out his name. He was so pissed off all he saw was red. But that wasn’t going to help and he knew it...so what he would do, is use it to his advantage.

“Yeah baby, it’s Steve. I’m here...I want you so bad. I want you to suck my cock baby...will you suck my cock?”

She smiled. “I love the way you taste,” she said. Thomas pushed her back on the bed and stripped off his clothes. She had her eyes closed again and it looked like she was barely breathing. He got a little bit worried.

“Angela?” she didn’t answer him. He put his face down close to hers. She was breathing...slowly. “Angela?” She smiled and mumbled something but it was obvious she was asleep. Damnit! He’d had hopes there for a minute that he’d get to fuck her while she was still awake...but this was probably better. This way he could make sure she wouldn’t remember. He stripped her out of her t-shirt and her little panties and for a few seconds he couldn’t do anything but stand there and just gazed down at her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined from the glimpses of her he’d gotten when she forgot to close the bedroom door.  He knew that after this, he really wasn’t going to be able to live without having her. He lay down next to her and ran a hand across her breasts one at a time, letting his palms rub hard against her nipples. She didn’t stir. He leaned in closer and took one into his mouth. Her breath quickened a little, but she didn’t open her eyes.

“You like that baby? Yeah, I knew you would. I know you want me. You feel guilty because of Blake...but he’d so much rather you were with me than with that fool Steve.” He began licking and sucking then to his heart’s content. He even scraped them with his teeth and bit down on one of them once when he got carried away. From his research on the drug, he knew the dose he gave her would have her out for at least five or six hours. He was going to take his time. He kissed his way up to her mouth. She had her lips slightly parted and he pressed his lips against hers and let his tongue slide into her mouth. God, it felt like heaven to kiss her, even if she wasn’t responding. She would...someday.

His cock was painfully hard. He slid his hand down between her legs and felt how wet she was. He wasn’t sure if it was from the drug...or sucking her tits...or the fact that she secretly wanted him, but he wasn’t complaining. He moved her thighs apart and brought his face down to breathe in her scent. It was like her panties...only so much better. He opened her lips with his fingers and let his tongue trace a path down the inside of them. She made a noise and he looked up at her pretty face. Still sleeping like an angel...his angel.

He wanted to be inside of her so badly he could taste it...but he was hesitant. He didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to remember this exact moment forever...exactly what it felt like to fill her up. His pulse quickened at the thought of what was about to happen. He’d waited so long...He just sat there, looking at her and every so often running his fingers through her hair or his hand across her smooth, sexy body.

He let his thumb press against her clit and he began rubbing it in small circles. She stirred with that, but her eyes still didn’t even flutter. “You like that, even in your sleep...yeah baby, see...I told you I’d make you feel good. I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t be able to remember another man’s name...ever.”

He couldn’t stand it a minute longer. He had to be inside of her. He pulled her down so that her butt was almost hanging off the bed and then he grasped his aching cock in one hand. Taking a deep breath and almost coming in his hand just at the thought of what he was about to do...he slid himself inside of her. He went in slowly, an inch at a time...savoring it, dragging it out. It was so hard though, he’d been patient for so long.

“Oh fuck! Oh God, Angela! My angel! Nothing has ever felt as good as this. Nothing ever will! This means we fit perfectly together...just like I always knew that we would.” She was so wet and so tight and every fantasy he’d ever had about her had just gone out the window because this was a billion times better. Thomas was lost inside of her. Lost in the feelings he had for her. She was his...she would always be his...and he wasn’t about to lose her to that rich race car driving loser. He tried so hard to take things slow, but he was too excited to last so he just went with it. He pounded into her...hard and fast...relentlessly, until he felt his orgasm building. She was going to be sore in the morning....but he knew she’d never suspect him. Just before he came he cried out her name and he told her that he loved her. One of these days he would be able to say that to her face...for real and she would say it back.

He was breathing heavily and his legs were shaking hard. He slid out of her and lay down next to her on the bed. He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her up against him. Her warm, naked body felt so good. He closed his eyes and held her for a second, only to force them back open, suddenly afraid he would fall asleep with her and ruin the whole thing. He kissed the side of her face and said, “There’s always tomorrow my love. Right now, I have to get you cleaned up.”

He went into the bathroom and found a soft washcloth. Wetting it in warm water and pouring some of her body wash on it; he put it to his face and inhaled. That smell always reminded him of her. It was soft and delicate like she was. He took it back into the bedroom. He picked her up and lay her down on the floor. Using the warm cloth he bathed her body in all of the places he’d sweat, licked or came. The last thing he wanted was her waking up sticky and beginning to question him about what happened. He’d be reliving this moment forever...but he was sure she wouldn’t be happy about what he’d done. Once she was all clean again, he went to the drawer where she kept her long night shirts. He pulled one out and then he got out a pair of her panties. He rubbed them along the side of his face. He loved doing that...they are so soft. He knelt down next to her, thinking what a shame it was to have to dress her. He could sit here on the floor and look at her naked all night. She was like a work of art. He again had to force himself to follow the plan. He dressed her finally, and then he took hold of all that gorgeous hair and pulled it back into a pony-tail like she had it. It was messy, but she was going to sleep on it anyways.

He made sure there were no spots on her comforter and finding none, he pulled it and the top sheet down. He arranged her pillow, picked her up and slid her into bed. He covered her with the sheet and then bent down and kissed her on the mouth.

“I love you my angel,” he said. He gathered the towel and the panties and shirt she’d been wearing and on his way out to go and clean up the kitchen, he switched off the light.

C
hapter 1

Angela was dreaming. Blake was there...and Thomas...and Steve. Something about that wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what it was. She felt anxious in the dream and she knew that she needed to wake up...but she wasn’t sure how to do it. Blake...it was so good to see him, if only in a dream. She hopes that he’s happy and no longer in pain. She looked at Steve then and smiled. Then suddenly back at Blake. Is he going to be angry with her? He smiled again and he nodded at Steve. Blake was telling her it’s okay, at least that’s what she thought he was trying to say.

Why is Thomas here?
Thomas was watching her in the dream the way he always does. Something about the way he looked at her in the dream made her remember that she was supposed to be wary of him in real life...but why? Thomas would never hurt her. She looked back at Blake. He was furiously shaking his head. Did he agree with Joanne and Steve? Was he afraid that Thomas would do something to harm her? That’s not possible. Blake loved Thomas like a brother...why would he worry now?

The dream ended abruptly, for which she was glad. It was bizarre and she had no idea what it was supposed to mean...if anything. She was suddenly shaken back into reality. She slowly pulled open her eyes. She was in her bed...but something about that didn’t seem right. She didn’t remember going to bed. The last thing she remembered was having dinner with Thomas. They were supposed to watch a movie...did they watch a movie?

She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her body felt sore, like she’d gone out running or she’d worked out hard. She blinked her eyes against the sun coming in through the blinds. Why is it so bright? Oh shit! Why is it so bright? What time is it? She searched around for her phone. It wasn’t there. She used the phone for an alarm. Did she have too much wine last night? Is that what the grogginess and the lapse in her memory were about? Is that why she’d gone to bed without her phone? Forgetting the time again because she was having a hard time keeping her thoughts straight, Angela looked down at herself. Why am I wearing this shirt? She pulled up the shirt and looked at her panties. They were there, at least. She was wearing a white pair that she’d actually been looking for. Where did she find them?

Shit! What time is it?
She finally got her eyes to focus on the clock at the bedside. 8:42 a.m.
damn it! Do I have work today?
She blinked a few more times.
No, no work today. It’s Saturday and I’m supposed to be having breakfast with Steve...at nine.
She brought her hands up and rubbed her face hard. A shower will help, but first she has to find her phone so she can call Steve. She stood up and for a second, the whole room began to spin. What the hell is that about? She reached out and took hold of the edge of the dresser to steady herself. After a few seconds she felt like she was able to walk in a straight line, but as she did, she realized that she’s really sore, in places where she shouldn’t be sore at all.