Chapter 8

That evening Jenny stood at the kitchen window and stared out into the darkness.

Roy had left some time ago. He had delivered his message, and now she had to make some sense of it. He had carried in the jug and glasses and assured her he would call back again soon.

She thought about how much he infuriated her. Why did she always let him get to her so badly. She’d never allowed anyone to bug her that much in the past, but there was something about Roy, something that made him stand out. And also made him get under her skin in a way she couldn’t fully understand.

It was infuriating and maddening, but also irresistible and addictive. She found herself thinking about him all the time, and looking forward to the next time he’d show up and give her a piece of his mind.

She’d never known anyone to be so strong-willed and hard-headed.

She wondered if he was as strong-willed in all aspects of his life.

Would he be as sure of himself in the bedroom?

Would he know exactly what to do with a girl like her to subdue her?

She had no doubt he would.

As she stood there, looking out the window, she felt her hand reach down toward her pussy. She felt very naughty, standing in such a public place as her fingers found their way inside her panties.

She wondered what Roy’s cock looked like as her finger gently caressed the lips of her pussy.

She imagined it large, thick and long, with a pulsing vein running along the underside of it. She’d never seen a truly impressive cock in her life and she had no doubt Roy’s would knock her socks off.

What would it be like to get down on her hands and knees in front of him and show him that she could be submissive just as much as she could argumentative?

Would he stand there and let her open his fly?

Of course he would! She’d seen the way he sometimes looked at her. She couldn’t be sure of his feelings, but she knew he’d had naughty thoughts about her. He wasn’t that good at hiding his thoughts!

He’d stand there and look down at her as she reached inside his pants and pulled out his massive cock.

She continued to play with her pussy and clit, rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers deep into her increasingly wet pussy as she imagined being on her knees in front of Roy.

She’d pull out his cock and it would stiffen right in front of her eyes. Just the idea of it being in her mouth would have it rock hard. Roy couldn’t resist a mouth like hers!

She pursed her lips and licked them as she imagined the first moment when her lips touched the tip of Roy’s cock. She’d kiss it, right on the tip, and then slide her tongue around the head in a circle. It would throb with desire and she’d take the first inch of it, and no more, into her mouth.

She’d look up at him then, and could picture perfectly the happy expression that would be on his face at that moment.

The idea of making him that happy, of having his pleasure under her control, thrilled her.

She would let his cock slide all the way into her mouth, right until she reached the hilt. It would be right at the back of her throat then. As he pulled out, she’d slide her tongue along the underside, along the vein, coaxing him toward climax.

She’d let him slide in and out of her mouth as many times as he wanted, and she’d reach up and toy with his balls has he did it.

She wanted it to feel good. She wanted it to be the best fucking blowjob of his life. She’d show him!

As he continued to drive into her mouth, she’d be able to feel his cock throb and pulse with more and more pleasure, until finally, he’d reach and grab her head, pulling her mouth down hard on his cock, and then she’d feel his sticky cum flowing out of him and into her mouth.

That’s what would bond them. That would bond him to her forever. He’d be hers after that.

She imagined the taste of his cum, of swallowing his orgasm, as her fingers continued to slide back and forth rapidly over her clit, bringing her over the edge in a crashing wave of pleasure.

She was flushed and hot when she was finished.

Wow, she thought to herself, surprised she’d allow herself to fantasize so freely and deeply about a man who pretty much infuriated her every time they saw each other.

She rinsed her hands in the kitchen and then went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Norma still hadn’t returned with Isabelle, but Jenny was in no rush to have the child back anyway. She considered calling Norma and telling her the child could stay the night, or forever if that was what she wanted.

Norma would do a way better job as a substitute mother than she ever could.

Jenny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to yell, cry, scream. It would be better to release the feelings pent up inside of her than to try to hold them inside. She was beginning to crack from all the stress and pressure.

She hadn't had a moment to relax in three days. She massaged her tired face.

Jenny couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit optimistic. Could it be that her brother really was innocent, that he would be released, pardoned, and allowed to return to his home and his child, thus permitting her return to the city? It would be her goal to have his innocence proven. To do this, she would need to know the identity of Chloe’s lover, her mystery man. And that is what he was, a mystery, one that she would take to solving no matter what it took.

Her job at Joy magazine was on the line now. She'd spoken with the editor-in-chief before she had left and again last night by email, and she could sense her time was running out. No one could organize a fall fashion spread from Ombrea. There was nothing high-fashion about cows and a dusty, wind turbine.

Jenny could imagine it now. Models in Vera Wang draped over the latest in farming equipment. That would be a sight. She could make a name for herself with a photo spread like that. Perfect timing, she thought, as she selected her favorite mug from the mug tree. Just when I thought I had it all.

The kettle whistled on the stovetop and she reached over to turn off the element. As she did so, she heard a loud smashing sound coming from the living room, causing her to jump.

“What the?”

She hastened to the living room door and pushed it wide open. Her heart was racing.

She had only ever seen a Molotov cocktail in the movies. Nothing had prepared her for what was to happen next. There was no doubt in her mind that’s what it was. Broken, blue glass peppered the living room carpet. The burning rag that had been stuffed inside was spreading a red hot fire trail rapidly across the room.

Jenny panicked. She realized with horror that the house phone was on the other side of the room, and there was no chance of reaching it now, not safely. She remembered that her cell phone was in the kitchen and ran to grab it.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

She found it on the counter and fumbled with the keypad. The screen refused to come on and she realized with a sudden sinking feeling that she hadn't set it up to charge after arriving back from the funeral. The cable was still sitting on the counter. She had no way of reaching the outside world or calling for help.

Her heart racing a million miles a minute, Jenny’s chest began to constrict as extreme terror took hold. She turned her back on the counter, her fingertips digging into the wood as she watched the fire spread quickly out into the hall. It was moving faster and faster. Before long it would be upon her.

Jenny stuffed her cell phone and charger in the pocket of her sweater and ran for the back door. She grasped the metal handle and twisted and turned but it refused to open no matter how hard she tried. Desperate, she began to bang on the frosted glass but it refused to break underneath her fists.

Tears filled her eyes as she pounded, the roar of the oncoming fire in her ears.

She thought she could hear someone yelling in the distance, but it was wishful thinking. No one was going to help her out of this one. She would perish here in Ombrea, the one place she had tried so hard to escape.