A white Rolls Royce limousine pulled to the curb to collect him. JC licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting off in all directions, making sure no one was around. Chances were no one would recognize him with a ball cap pulled low on his brow and dark glasses covering his eyes, but he couldn’t be too careful. It wouldn’t be wise for anyone to see him with Lady Sabrina Kristopher. In the middle of a messy lawsuit, fighting for the life of his career, he didn’t need the scandal of being with a married woman. It would be career suicide, since he had a squeaky clean image to maintain... Hell, what was he thinking? He’d do almost anything to be with Sabrina – still. It didn’t matter how many women he’d been with since her. She was the gold standard with which he compared them all. The woman he would always love.
The limousine door swung open and a familiar female voice said, “Get in — and be quick!”
She didn’t need to say it twice. JC climbed in and pulled the door shut behind him.
“Drive on,” Sabrina ordered the chauffeur, raising the opaque window between driver and passengers.
Taking off his cap and dark glasses, it took JC’s eyes a moment to adjust to the dim interior of the car. What he saw made him uncomfortable. He scarcely recognized the cool beauty sitting across from him as his Sabrina. Her dark hair was swept up in some sophisticated do. She wore make-up and red lipstick. She held the mink coat she wore tightly around her like some sort of shield — and she looked anything but glad to see him.
Confused, he questioned, “Sabrina?” The note he had received had been an invitation to meet her...
“Why in bloody hell did you agree to this?” the woman hissed.
“Why? I thought you wanted to see me. The note said—”
“I sent no note.”
“Then who?...”
“Nelson, of course. Lord Kristopher get his jollies by making me squirm these days.” She snapped, “And you just handed him the means on a silver platter.”
“I don’t know what you mean, honey. The note said you needed to see me.” He’d hoped it meant she wanted JC to help her escape her abusive husband. It was a poorly timed request; still he’d been willing to risk it to save his love. “I thought maybe...”
“It wasn’t me.”
He was crestfallen. “You mean you didn’t want to see me?” Once again he was the boy wearing his tender heart on his sleeve.
The little-boy, hurt quality of his voice took some of the starch out of her demeanor. “Of course, I do, dear one,” she murmured quietly. “But you are being used.”
“Use me,” he told her earnestly. “If it means we can be together, use me.”
“JC...” She leaned forward, her voice barely a whisper. “He knew I wanted to come to you. The only way he would agree was if he got to listen.” She frowned. “I’m supposed to fuck you while he listens.”
Listen? What sort of sick bastard wanted to listen while his wife made love with another man?
“He wanted to watch. I drew the line. I absolutely refused to be apart of any video to be used as blackmail material on you.”
Lord Kristopher was not only sick, he was evil as well.
“Morally corrupt. Yes, I know.” Sabrina had read his mind easily enough. “So... If you are a smart boy, you’ll have me stop this car and get the hell out of here.”
“I’m not a boy,” JC reminded her.
One dark, finely arched eyebrow raised in amusement. “I’m thirty now, darling. You are still a boy in comparison,” she told him derisively.
“Stop it, Sabrina. You’re talking to me now, not your snobby friends.”
“You’ll always be my beautiful boy.” Again the tender whisper was meant for his ears alone.
JC wanted her badly, wanted to feel her, wanted the comfort of her body could give him. But could he make love to her while the filthy man she had married eavesdropped? And if he didn’t, what would Kristopher do to her? He knew Sabrina’s husband always made her ‘face the consequences’ of her actions. What would her punishment be if she didn’t do this? “What happens to you if I don’t agree to this?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Sorry. I do worry, honey.” He’d seen bruises...
“I can handle whatever comes. Save yourself.”
No matter how confident she sounded JC’s inner white knight refused to be silenced. If he could prevent her pain, he wasn’t about to let her suffer. It would be embarrassing, possibly damning, to have someone overhear him during sex, but he could keep his noises to a minimum... If he could save Sabrina...
Sabrina saw too clearly what conclusion JC was about to arrive. “Don’t, sweet one,” she said softly. “Just go.” She wouldn’t hurt JC for all the world. He was the one good thing in her hellish life. Yes, Nelson had forced her into the present situation... Yes, Nelson had her wearing ‘toys’ that had her in a tortured state of arousal so she wanted to hump everything in sight... Yes, Nelson would mete out some sort of punishment if she let JC get away... No, she would not surrender the man/boy she loved to Nelson’s twisted pleasure.
JC saw the pain and desperation in her emerald eyes. He also saw intense hunger. His decision was made. He held out his hand and she clutched it like a lifeline. He most certainly couldn’t leave Sabrina to her fate. “C’mere, Bree,” he coaxed.
“No!”
When she resisted, he tugged sharply. She toppled unceremoniously, sprawling across his lap. Her coat fell open to reveal how little she actually wore. JC’s eyes went wide. What exactly was she wearing? A strand of heavy pearls was suspended by tight loops around her nipples. The nipples themselves were hard, swollen, and distended — as if they had been sucked and pinched continually. They were painfully aroused. Black lace at her hips held a double strand of pearls between her legs. The pearls were strategically placed to rub her intimately every time she moved. Her petals were fully open, swollen and dripping wet! Her aroused pleasure package extended from its hood, begging for attention. Damn, she didn’t even need to be kissed. Foreplay wasn’t ever required! Finishing off her ridiculous, scandalous outfit were black, thigh high stockings topped in lace and black stiletto heels. She looked like some high-priced call girl.
“Nelson’s whore,” she whispered painfully.
“Not tonight, Sabrina,” JC assured her. He kissed away the tears on her cheeks tenderly. This hurt her — for him to see her this way. He wouldn’t shame her further. “You’re my love.” Her grateful, tremulous smile was all he needed. Smoothing the heavy coat from her shoulders, he laid it across the opposite seat to make her bed.
His gesture of chivalry seemed to galvanize Sabrina. She rose to her knees astride his thighs. She fairly tore open his baggy jeans. Snaking her hand into the slit of his sport shorts, her fingers wrapped around him, making him groan with pleasure. Once he was sufficiently hard, she exposed his erection and sank onto him. She began riding him — hard.
“Fuck!” JC yelped in surprise. It reminded him of their first time together. No gentleness. No love. They hadn’t made love; he’d been ‘taken’. At first, he thought to stop her, then remembered Nelson was most likely calling the shots. Kristopher wanted to demean their love, make it something dirty. JC had to accept this in order to protect Sabrina from certain retribution. Okay, so they had to ‘fuck’ but that didn’t mean he couldn’t ‘love’ her, too.
He cupped the back of her head to draw her in for a kiss. He made love to her mouth the way she couldn’t accept with her body. His tongue stroked hers tenderly as her hips continued to slam into his. With his other hand, he carefully plucked her nipples free of the elastic loops, making her gasp. He soothed the abused flesh with gently caresses. Traveling lower he sought and found the stitching holding the other pearls in place. He tore the threats and pulled the strands from between her legs. She was now free of Nelson Kristopher’s torture devices.
Sabrina’s hips slowed as she realized what JC had done. What was she doing? She most probably would never be with JC again — and she was treating him like a whore, not her only beloved. It was insane! Nelson may have preordained the outcome for his perverted listening amusement, but she could control how they arrived! Her mouth went to JC’s ear. “Make love to me,” she breathed hotly.
JC shivered, her warm breath trickling down his spine. “Sabrina?” he questioned.
“I don’t care what he wants.” Emerald eyes gazed into his. “Love me, dear heart.” She could well imagine Nelson’s rage of the moment, but she didn’t care. This was JC, her darling, and she would not abuse him or his sensibilities.
He hesitated a moment, giving her time to rethink her decision, then lifted her to the fur coat. He lay her down and knelt beside her on the floor. “I do, Sabrina.” He touched the ankle chain she wore then the lion medallion with which she had gifted him. Both tokens of their love.
Her smile was achingly vulnerable. Their love was a gift with a high price tag for both of them emotionally yet only she would be made to pay the physical cost as well. JC was worth every farthing. “I love you,” she mouthed the words. Forbidden words. Love was not something of her world.
He kissed her, once again making love to her mouth. Her tongue joined in the dance. They drank eagerly from each other and the interior of the car filled with soft sighs.
His mouth moved across her cheek to find and nibble at that sweet spot below her right ear. He lovingly tormented her until she was near weeping before his lips slid down her throat to one sore nipple. His tongue laved it soothingly before administering the same to its twin. Appreciative whispers of love followed.
Lord Nelson Kristopher was getting an earful all right! Though it wasn’t the sounds he had expected. He was forced to hear the noises of actual lovemaking.
JC skated his lips down her body until he encountered her nearly raw feminine lips. Soft kisses and gentle licks had her purring happily. His tongue and lips tenderly toyed with her sensitive nub until she stiffened and cried his name out in blissful satisfaction.
Floating down from her unexpected heaven, Sabrina opened her eyes to find JC hovering next to her, a pleased smile on his lips. “I want to do that for you, darling.”
“You don’t need to.”
“No, I don’t. I want to.” She sat up to urge him beside her.
Shoving his pants and shorts down his thighs he sat next to her on the coat. The feel of fur was strange and decadent under his bottom. “I hate your hair,” he grumbled, his long fingers seeking the pins holding it in place. Once it tumbled over her shoulders, he declared, “There’s my girl.”
Sabrina gave a light-hearted giggle before she dipped her head to suck at the hollow above his lion necklace until his pulse fluttered wildly. She then zeroed in on his flat nipples licking them until he moaned helplessly. Following his treasure trail, her destination throbbed hard and big, curving towards his flat belly. She’d rarely seen him in this state of arousal. He was ready to explode — and she wanted to taste every drop! Flickering and swirling her tongue at the purple head, she held the shaft in one hand while she gently squeezed his sac with the other.
“Damn, baby!” he groaned. As her mouth finally sank on him, he tangled his fingers in her glorious hair, urging her on. “Yeah... oh, baby... so good...”
He erupted and she continued to suck until he fell back limply against the seat.
“That won’t do.” Climbing astride him once more, she revived him by rubbing herself intimately against him. “There’s something to be said for youthful vigor,” she teased as he rose to the occasion.
Forgetting all about their eavesdropper for the moment, JC laughed. “I got your ‘youthful vigor’ right here for you, honey.” He guided her down on him, then jerked his hips up to seat himself deep.
Sabrina gasped in pleasured surprise.
“Ride me now, Bree — and know this time it’s me, that we’re lovin’ each other.”
And she did, enjoying each powerful stroke. As she moved up and down on him, he held one hand on her waist to help balance her and the other hand cruised her body caressing, fondling. He leaned forward to lick and kiss her breasts. He wasn’t being ‘taken’ this time.
Feeling near completion, he grasped her hips, bucking up into her. “Not alone,” he reminded her. He wanted them to come as one.
“Not alone,” she repeated. Sabrina held him tightly as they exploded into the stars together.
The sweet sounds of mutual ecstasy filled the small space — sighs, cries, and murmured endearments.
All too quickly it was over. JC readjusted his clothes and slipped back into his ‘disguise’ of cap and glasses. Sabrina wrapped the coat around her nakedness. Then the limousine stopped in front of his hotel.
“Sabrina...” He didn’t want to leave her to whatever she had to face. If she’d just come with him...
She shook her head. She would not ruin the life he’d work so hard for on Nelson’s broken down whore. “Go on, dear one.”
Quickly JC exited the car and raced into the safety of the lobby doors.
Lord Kristopher met his wife at the door of their sumptuous hotel suite. He was livid. “What in the bloody hell was that!” he roared.
It had been love. Something he would never recognize, so she said nothing. Sabrina knew he was going to make her pay dearly for not merely ‘fucking’ JC. No price was too high. She had known love again in those all too brief moments.
Nelson slapped her hard. “Disobedient little whore!”
Nine months and ten days later Olivia Michelle Chasez was born into the hell that was her mother’s life. Livvie was her mother’s light and love — and a secret her father must never know.
