The Suicide Princess (7 page)

“I understand that, but....”

Derrick interrupted, “And the reason I don't talk about my life is because there's not a lot there that I care to share or even remember. I grew up with an abusive, drunk father, and my mother ran off when I was twelve. I have a brother who's in prison, and a sister who's a junkie. I'm the only one who made it out.”

“I'm so sorry,” said Stephanie as she reached over the table to grab Derrick's hand.

Their fingers intertwined as Derrick replied, “It's the past, and I live for now. I walked away from that part of my life a long time ago. I put it in my rear-view, and I left. But if there's anything you ever want to know, ask me. I'd share anything with you.”

Stephanie saw the slightest hint of a tear build in the corner of Derrick's eye as he explained himself. She felt horrible for placing him in the position to rehash such painful wounds, but in the same feeling, she felt a powerful connection growing with
him. For just the shortest moment, his rugged, powerful, and confident exterior gave way to expose the vulnerability that sat just beneath his surface. Her heart melted as she reached to wipe the lone tear clinging to his eye.

She smiled and told him, “You just answered everything.”

Just as their lunch soon ended, so did Stephanie's workday. She planned to stay late to get more work done, but Jacob had sent her a text asking her to please be home on time. He said he had a surprise for her, and Stephanie was dying to get home. After all, what girl doesn't just love coming home to a surprise?

***

It was already past sunset when Stephanie got home, and she walked up the dark walkway from the driveway to the front door. As Stephanie was walking, she could clearly smell the unmistakable odor of chimney smoke in the air, and she thought,
What's burning?

Stephanie entered the front door and saw a note taped to the hardwood floor with an arrow pointing to the right, toward the dining room. Stephanie walked in the direction of the arrow, where she saw another pointing to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, a last arrow pointed to the rear family room, and Stephanie rushed to see what was next. As Stephanie was passing from the kitchen to the family room, she saw the fireplace glowing with a beautiful flame, and Jacob was waiting for her. In front of the fire, Jacob had a blanket spread across the floor, and the room was filled with the odor of Chinese food.

“I got us take-out Chinese and a bottle of Chianti to celebrate your big case,” Jacob said from the floor.

“Oh my God, you did this for me, Jacob?”

“I did it for us. It's our night to celebrate everything we have together.”

Stephanie's eyes began to well as she thought of the love Jacob had for her. She felt an enormous amount of guilt as she realized she was not in the mood for Chinese since she already had Asian food for lunch, but she did not dare indicate any lack of appreciation for Jacob's effort.

“Pour me a glass of wine while I get changed,” Stephanie yelled while running toward the stairs to go to their bedroom.

Stephanie returned a few moments later wearing a white, silk camisole and matching panties. She sat down and the two began to eat, talk, and laugh about their days. Everything about the moment was perfect until Jacob asked, “What did you do for lunch today, grab something with Karen?”

Stephanie's heart skipped a beat, her stomach dropped, and a feeling of deep fear raced through her body the instant Jacob asked her the question. Her logical side knew Jacob was just asking out of interest in her day, but a flood of questions entered her mind:
Did Jacob know about her lunch with Derrick? Did Jacob somehow see a text message between them. Does he know something, and this is a trap?

“Karen, yeah, Karen and I grabbed lunch at
Marciano's,” Stephanie clumsily said.

Jacob seemed to notice Stephanie's uneasiness with the question, but she quickly diverted the topic by leaning towards Jacob and seductively saying, “Lunch isn't really wh
at I'm thinking about right now.”

Jacob kissed her lips, and replied, “Lunch isn't really what I want to talk about either.”

Stephanie looked to the imposing grandfather clock in the corner of the room and saw it was only eight thirty-two. She and Jacob had plenty of time to really enjoy the rest of the evening.

Jacob and Stephanie began kissing passionately, and they slid away from their food to an area on the floor between the blanket a
nd the fireplace. He had Stephanie lay back as his hands gently caressed her body, and his lips softly kissed hers. He kissed her earlobe, and he then left a trail of soft, gentle kisses from Stephanie's neck to her chest. Stephanie pulled down the straps of her camisole, and she removed her breasts from beneath the soft silk of her lingerie. Jacob massaged and kissed each breast before quickly kissing his way past her bellybutton to the top edge of her silk panties.

Stephanie felt Jacob's hands begin pulling at the top of her panties as he was kissing her lower abdomen. As he began to slide them downward, she raised her hips, inviting Jacob to remove them completely. As she felt her underwear being lowered beyond her ankles, she was free to spread her legs wide for her husband. Stephanie felt Jacob kissing lower and lower on her stomach. She scratched her fingers into the carpet and let out a gasp as she prepared to feel Jacob's tongue pleasure her. It felt like forever since Jacob had gone down on
her, and she was so excited about the feeling which was to come.

Jacob suddenly propped himself up, and he began rubbing the tip of his cock against her. He gently entered her, and rather than enjoying the moment,
Stephanie's only thought was,
Are you fucking kidding me?

Jacob began a rhythmic thrusting as he made love to Stephanie in front of the fire. Stephanie said, “Jacob, I'll do anything you want. You can do anything to me.”

“I love that, keep talking, baby,” Jacob said as he sped his thrusting.

Stephanie realized Jacob was taking her offer as mere dirty talk when she continued, “I really will. I'll be so bad for you. All you need to do is make me do whatever you want.”

“You’re bad. You're so bad,” came from Jacob's mouth as his body slapped into Stephanie's, in a standard missionary position.

“I'm begging you, make me a bad girl.
Make me do the kinkiest things.”

“Keep going, keep going,” Jacob said with a speed and tone that Stephanie knew Jacob was about to cum.

“Cum inside me. I want your cum,” Stephanie said with a lack of enthusiasm since she knew they were moments away from being done.

Jacob pushed one final thrust, deep into Stephanie, and he grunted as she felt his cock swell inside of her. Jacob then rolled off of Stephanie and onto the floor next to her. Stephanie looked to the clock again, and she saw it was exactly seven minutes since she last looked. Stephanie was devastated by the thought of sex with her husband lasting only seven minutes. When Stephanie first saw the fire and the Chinese food when she got home, she thought she was a horrible person for what was happening with Derrick. However, as she now
laid on her back, staring at the ceiling and listening to Jacob catching his breath beside her, she had a different thought. She was now thinking,
What else does Jacob expect is going to happen? This isn't my fault.

Jacob and Stephanie cleaned the family room and got ready for bed. They joined each other on the living room couch, and Jacob said, “Let's see what's on the D.V.R.”

Jacob scrolled through the recorded television shows, and Stephanie tried her best to pretend to be interested. If it wasn't for his complete inattention towards Stephanie, he would have easily seen something was growing distant within her. But while Jacob watched a television show, his wife sat just two feet away from him, fantasizing about another man.

***

The following morning, Stephanie was back at work, swimming in the deep end of the proverbial pool with her new case. She was completing subpoenas for medical records for Paul Hutchinson when she heard a man's voice at her assistant's desk, “Hello, I have a delivery for Stephanie Bradford.”

“Right in there,” her
assistant instructed as a man with a large bouquet of two dozen beautiful, long stem roses walked through her door.

“Hi, are you Stephanie Bradford?”

“I am. Are those for me?”

“Yes ma'am,” the delivery man said. “Just sign here, please.”

Stephanie signed, and she was amazed that Jacob would send her flowers. As she opened the card, she was feeling completely impressed with the effort Jacob was obviously making. This feeling suddenly shifted when she read the note inside the card.

“Bad girl...
Just one more night until we get to play. Tomorrow night is going to be all about seeing how well you can follow directions, and it will start with the second you walk through my door. Wear whatever you want over it, but I want you to be wearing black thigh highs, a black thong, black garter belt, a black bra, and, of course, your sexiest black heels. See you soon!  -Romeo”

Stephanie completely melted into the moment. She was
becoming mesmerized by Derrick, and she loved the way he always told her exactly what he wanted. From where he wanted to sit to what he wanted her to wear, Derrick always told Stephanie what he desired, and in turn, she was more than willing to oblige. Stephanie's urge to please Derrick was not lost in his request for the following night's outfit.

Stephanie text
messaged Derrick,
“I got the flowers and your instructions. I would say 'thank you,' but rather than say it, I'll show it by following your instructions to the smallest detail. If there is anything else you desire, your wish is my command.”

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy, and so obedient. You are going to make an excellent bad girl,”
Derrick replied.
“Work calls, so I will see you tomorrow night.”

The roses sat on Stephanie's desk for over an hour, until Scott, another attorney looked into her office.
“Looks like someone is in the doghouse at home. I hope Jason's not in too much trouble.”

“His name is Jacob, not Jason, and no he's not in trouble.”

“I'm sorry. Jacob, Jason, same thing,” Scott said. “Well, if he's not in trouble, you have yourself one hell of a guy, Steph.”

“Yes, I do. You have no idea,” Stephanie said, but she was clearly not thinking of Jacob when she spoke the words.

At the end of her workday, Stephanie brought the flowers with her knowing it would look suspicious if she wasn't able to take the flowers home. On the same note, however, Stephanie couldn't take the flowers home without telling Jacob where they came from. She carried them with her into the lingerie boutique near her office, and as she entered, Stephanie saw the same sales associate from her last visit.

“Hey, you!
Welcome back,” welcomed the associate.

“Hi, I'm back. And this time, I'm actually going to buy something.”

The associate commented on the flowers, “Wow, lucky girl. Those are beautiful.”

Stephanie paused for a moment and offered, “Would you like them? My car is parked like a mile away, and I can't carry them.”

The sales associate smiled and said, “Someone sent you flowers, you can't take them home, and you're looking to buy something sexy – I'd be more than happy to get rid of them for you.”

Stephanie turned bright re
d and said, “Please don't judge. I know it looks bad.”

“If it were
n't for flings, I'd be out of business. It may look bad, but sometimes it's fun to be bad. Let me help you pick out just the right thing.”

Stephanie explained she knew exactly what she was looking for, and she told the associate about Derrick's instructions. The associate smiled and said, “This sounds like fun. I'm
Amanda, by the way.”

Stephanie introduced herself, and the two shopped like they were best friends. Stephanie walked out feeling as if she were going to be the sexiest woman alive the following night. Her walk back to her car was less of a walk and more of a strut.

Stephanie got home shortly past eight-thirty and found a note on the kitchen counter: “Hey babe, I went to bed early since I have an early start tomorrow. I'll probably be out of the house before you wake up, and don't forget I have my overnight flight. I'll see you on Thursday when you get home from work. Love you!”

Stephanie heated a frozen dinner, which she then ate alone as she browsed through a few clothing magazines which had come in the mail. After dinner, she showered, got into something comfortable, and sat on the couch to watch televisi
on. She sent a text to Derrick asking if he was around. The message went unanswered, and she decided to read her email before going to bed.

As Stephanie was still hoping for a response from Derrick, her imagination drifted into what the following night was going to be like. She was excited, but at the same time, she was very nervous. She wasn't worried about what she was
expecting, it was the unexpected that made her stomach turn into complete butterflies. Stephanie wanted to be a “bad girl,” but what if Derrick’s meaning of that was quite different from her own. Stephanie knew she was not a prude, but at the same time, she also knew it had been a long time since her early college days. She wanted to please Derrick so badly. She knew how to be bad, but what if she fell short of what he was expecting? More than anything, though, Stephanie worried if she would be good enough.
What if I am just terrible at it
, she thought.
What if I don't live up to what he wants? What if I'm not good enough?
”