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  “What about Mrs Sparks?”

  “Why do you think she only has boys here every year?”

  “Oh,” I replied as he spooned me in his arms and ever so lightly, I felt him rest, still in his suit but with me wrapped in his arms I fell asleep too, knowing this was the best night of my life before I went to university.

  ***

  I’m not sure what time he left, but I got up in the middle of the night and saw that I was naked on top of the bed. Some part of me felt vulnerable wondering if Mrs Sparks saw me like that. Then I thought, if she did, she wouldn’t be able to resist squeezing my boobs.

  The next day, I couldn’t stop smiling until in the evening when I went to the library and picked up Great Expectations again. I love the book and the movie. I couldn’t resist reading some of it knowing it was my last night in the house.

  As I picked up the book, there was a note. Come downstairs, 2585. No signature and I wondered how long the note had been in the book, but I couldn’t stop my curiosity, so before all of these things became irrelevant, as I wanted to find out if it were meant for me. I wondered if on my last night in the house if I would get a repeat performance of last night.

  I could still feel his lips and the way I felt last night. It was almost as if I were a different person. I relived every anxiety. Anything that was in my mind, I let go. It felt good to do that. I never had such an experience and I wanted more.

  I felt like a drug addict. I wanted more, knowing it was wrong and the consequences of anyone finding out. Yes, I was not naïve to say I didn’t know what was going on, but for once in my life, I really didn’t care.

  I dropped the book. I stopped and looked at it lying on the couch. I had picked up the same book the first night I was in the house. It had no note! So I knew the note was for me, and this pleased me even more. This was growing more exciting by the minute.

  I raced to go down the stairs to put in the code to see if it worked.

  CHAPTER NINE

  As I entered, his cold smile turned into a warm, loving one.

  “What am I doing here?”

  “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”

  “Thought you did.”

  “No, that was just a taster,” he replied, which sent shivers down my spine. “I will have you screaming for more.”

  I wanted to scream ‘yes, please.’ I just simply nodded. I began to grow weak and wet at the anticipation that he would enter me one more time.

  He took my hand and led me to his bedroom, which was a large room with mahogany posts on either side of the bed and a large gold lace curtain tied to each post. The first thing that came to my mind was it was more of a woman’s bed than a man’s type of bed. It was huge, and the idea of lying on the golden bed turned me on, especially with the hottest man that I’d ever met so near to me.

  He took my hand and led me to the bed. I took off my shoes in anticipation of him exploring me once more. I got excited at the thought of what he was going to do to me. He reached for my hair and loosened it from my usual ponytail.

  “That’s better. Why do you insist on keeping your lovely hair in a cage?”

  I had never thought of it like that. I just tried to keep it off my face. Not that I wanted everyone to stare at my face, but with my shortsighted vision, I needed as much visibility as possible.

  I was a slave to his commands. Next, he gently used his arms to lower me onto the bed. It felt nice to be treated so well. He knew how to make a woman feel special, and right now, I did not feel like a woman. I felt like a lady.

  He gently nibbled on my ear and said, “You are mine tonight.” I did not respond but merely closed my eyes with hot anticipation. This time, I watched his every move. He stripped for me slowly by taking off his t-shirt, and I watched as the ripples of his six-pack were revealed.

  Oh, my, I really am in seventh heaven.

  I wanted to taste it and touch it. As he took off his pyjama bottoms, I moved closer. I had never touched a cock before, I thought as I caressed it. He moaned as I squeezed it and put his hand at the back of my head, encouraging me to go forward.

  It smelt so good, and I just had to taste it in my mouth. I envisioned that I was sucking a lollypop and did the same movements I would do if I were sucking one. I put it in my mouth making sure I did not bite him. He groaned louder and pushed my head even more onto his thick cock as I sucked him harder and harder.

  I was pleased that he was enjoying it, I was becoming wet from the noises he was making, and my panties dampened. Oh, yes, I wanted him in so many ways that were unspeakable. I just wish this wasn’t the last night.

  I removed these thoughts from my head as I sucked until he came in my mouth. I swallowed it, and he responded, “You are a good girl, you sucked me dry.” He laughed while panting at the same time.

  What was the big deal?

  I wanted to satisfy him, and I wanted to make sure I did.

  Like a hungry wolf on the hunt, scavenging for their feed, he wanted to feed me with sex and I was helping him.

  “No, I will do it all. It’s my turn to satisfy you.”

  He wanted to gratify me. Didn’t he realize that everything he did to me did that alone? I did not need more from him. He did that with his smile, his touch, embrace, and most of all, by making love to me. Yes, I came to the right place at the right time to discover that I do belong somewhere, in his arms and in his life.

  He turned me on all fours. I felt like a dog, and then he slid his two fingers up my arse. At first, it really hurt, but the more he did it and rocked me, the more I discovered it was not too bad. He was lying in between my legs, and as my breasts dropped further down, he would try to capture them in his mouth sucking them and laughing every time he managed to capture one of them in his mouth.

  It was a game to him and he liked it.

  Afterwards, he stopped me and forcibly made me sit on his fat dick. He used his hands to manoeuvre me forward and backwards. It hurt at first. I wasn’t sure if it was because his dick was so big or because I had only lost my virginity the day before.

  As the movements became deeper, I enjoyed it more, but I could feel the same sensation as I did the day before. I was climaxing. I could not believe that this feeling was something that I had never felt in my entire life. I had heard about it, saw it a few times on television, but experiencing it was an utterly new experience. It felt so good, too good in fact.

  I reached my arms up into the air and began to arch my back. I felt the thrill of a rollercoaster ride, and I wasn’t going to stop until I felt ecstasy. I started to scream and so did he at the same time.

  “Yeah, baby, come to papa.”

  As we both screamed in pure joy, I felt a shot of cum come up my spine. I then fell on top of him. He laughed as he brushed my back the same way he did two days before when we were taking the photos. He smiled and shivered at the same time.

  I listened to his heart beating rapidly and felt pleasure knowing that I had caused him to do that as we were enjoying our bodies next to each other. The door swung open. I couldn’t believe that he never bothered to lock it, and there was Mrs Sparks standing by the bed with a fury all over her face.

  I didn’t know what to say or do. I was in shock. No one was talking. I looked to him, and he still had his eyes closed, I couldn’t believe it. I spoke out of fear. “He told me this was all right, that you often had boys here so you could sleep with them!” I screamed as she started to hit me under her husband’s legs.

  He was laughing at the same time. I felt humiliated and used. Did he do this to me to get back at his wife? She seemed more annoyed then upset that her husband was having sex with another woman.

  “Oh, dear, why do you have to be a bore? You could join us!” he shouted at the top of his lungs while reaching for his glass of whiskey.

  Was this a sick joke?

  Did they do this on purpose?

  “You whore!” she screeched as she slapped me in the face. I did not know if I should retaliate.
I mean this was all new to me. I lost my virginity to a married man. I ran out of the room. I didn’t know what to make of the whole trail of events. Tomorrow, I was due to go to Oxford. After this, I thought maybe I would be going back to Mum’s house or even worse, back to Tesco’s.

  I ran to my room and cried. I cried for being caught. Cried for sleeping with a married man and even cried for Grandma. The hot passion I had shared with Mr Sparks felt like a lie. He had taken my innocence and used me. I felt violated. I felt sick.

  I needed Grandma´s warm embrace around me, to protest my innocence and protect me from all that I was surrounded by, especially when the door barged open and Mrs Sparks shouted, “I´m not done with you yet.”

  To be continued…

  COMING SOON

  This is Part One of a Six Part Series:

  Part II of Belonging coming June 2014.

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  J. S. Wilder

  Introduction to Belonging–Part Two

  Deborah has had a blissful three years since she last saw the Sparks. Her recollection of how her guardian angel who helped secure her dream of going to university turned into a nightmare were well and truly past her.

  She was grateful that she was able to graduate. Grateful that the time she had spent apart from her mum had meant that there could be some sort of reconnection.

  Until an announcement was made at the University assembly and everything was about to change. Deborah had to say goodbye to her dreams of becoming a teacher. Her grandmother was awaiting her return back home and so was the love of her life.

  J.S. Wilder, Author

  J.S. Wilder has spent many years working in the IT industry. She has left the computers behind and taken up her passion of writing. She loves to write romance and still believes in fairy-tales.

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