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Bad Trip by Emma York (16)

- RACHEL

 

Six months later

 

THEY GOT BACK IN touch. Of course they did. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. I was at Greg’s house when the letter came. That was a joke in itself, calling it a house. The place was enormous. I managed to get lost in it the first day. I’d helped him inside from the car and left him to go to the bathroom but when I came out all I could see was door after door.

From the outside the place looked big, a mansion set in its own grounds. White stone that gleamed in the sunlight and immaculately kept grounds, the lawns perfect, the rest of the world far away behind high fences. There were even deer running across the lawn. “This is your house?” I asked, bewildered by the sight of it. “You live here?”

“Most of the time but I travel a lot.”

“The life of a tour guide.”

We both laughed but I wasn’t laughing when I got lost, trying one room after another before finally discovering him twenty minutes later. “I think I need a map,” I said as I walked in on him resting on a huge sofa, a maid leaning over him with a tray of tea things.

“You get used to it,” he replied.

He was right. Within a week of getting here I had learned where the most important rooms were. There were still bits to be explored in the east wing but I could at least get from our bedroom to the dining room and out into the grounds without needing a compass or the help of a guide.

Our bedroom. It felt strange to use that term. It had happened so naturally. We’d spent that first night together, me resting in the crook of his arm, listening to the house settling around me. By the morning I was already considering it our bedroom.

It was six months later that the letter from my parents arrived. It was the first time they’d been in touch since going back to the States and they acted as if nothing had happened.

“What’s that?” Greg asked, seeing me reading it from the other end of the breakfast table.

“Mom wants to know if she can visit. Listen to this. Hi, Rachel. Hope you’re enjoying life over there. We got your letter, sorry for not replying straight away but it’s all been a bit hectic. Anyway, we were thinking maybe we could come over and visit you both.”

I looked up and wrinkled my nose. Greg shrugged. “Why not let them?”

“Because I didn’t tell them I was living with you. They’ve obviously picked it up from one of the gossip columns.”

“So?”

“So they’ve heard about the engagement and they want to see if they can get the money out of you they couldn’t get out of Ian.”

He got up out of his seat and crossed the room to me. “I asked you to marry me because I love you,” he said. “I didn’t add that your parents were blacklisted forever.”

“But-”

“Forgiveness isn’t about them, it’s about you. It’s the last step in taking control of your own life. You’re saying to them you have no power over me anymore. Give them a call and invite them to the wedding.”

“You’re serious?”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

So I rang them in the end. Greg listened as I muttered to myself that this was a huge mistake. “Hi, Mom,” I said as the line connected.

“Rachel, how good to hear from you. How’s things over there?”

“Great, Mom. How are you?”

“We’re fine. Surviving, you know.”

“Listen, Mom. I don’t know if you know but Greg and I are getting married in a couple of months and you’re welcome to come if you like.”

“Oh, Rachel, really? You’ve no idea what this means to me.”

“There are some ground rules though.”

“Ground rules?”

“One, you are not to mention Ian or money while you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Two, you are permitted to cry when I say I do.”

“Thanks for the permission.”

“Three, it is not obligatory to tell me my dress looks stunning but it will get you points if you do.”

Greg smiled as he listened to the conversation. When I was finally done and the phone was back on its cradle he looked at me closely. “You’ve learned everything I had to teach you,” he said.

“What about?”

“About standing up for yourself and going after what you want.”

“That was hard, you know? I’m still not sure I want them here.”

“You would regret it otherwise.”

“But they wanted me to-”

“You said no talk about that. The same applies to you. I’m proud of you for not letting them control your emotions anymore.”

“Thanks. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I’d really like to fuck you over this table right now.”

“Oh. Why aren’t you then?”

“Good point.” With a sweep of his arm the breakfast things went crashing off to one side. He grabbed hold of me and I fought to escape him, enjoying the role play we had both come to love. I had learned so much about submission in the six months of living with him and yet we had barely scratched the surface of what life was for the both of us, him dominating, me submitting.

I had a safe word I could use at any time but I had never needed to. There was an unspoken connection between the two of us that meant he always knew just how much force to use.

I tried to squirm free from him as he bent me over the table, forcing his hand up my skirt, yanking my panties down to my ankle. I turned to glare at him but he just laughed. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”

He kicked my ankles apart and then from nowhere he pulled out a plug. He always seemed to have one handy. The butter was still on the table and with a portion on his fingers he lubed the plug, sliding it slowly into me as I did my best to keep still, loving that stretching feeling that used to scare me, enjoying the deep fullness that always hit me when the plug finally slid home and buried itself in my ass.

His hands were all over me, sending my nerve endings wild until I was begging him to fuck me. He just laughed again, teasing my clit with his finger, dipping into my wetness and out again, making me taste how turned on I was, enjoying me sucking on his hand. “I love you,” he said as he ran his cock down the length of my ass, pressing the plug deeper into me.

“Then fuck me,” I replied. “Stop teasing me and do it.”

“Patience,” he replied, lowering himself to his knees, dipping his tongue into where his finger had just been. “God, you taste good.”

He knew just how to take me to the edge without letting me pass over it, tormenting me until I was cursing his name, begging him to let me come.

I felt his hands on my hips and the tip of his cock suddenly slid into me, moving deep at once, making me groan with mingled desire and pain from the sensation. I came almost at once, the teasing making it impossible for me to last any longer.

My whole body shook as I came and before I knew what was happening he was spinning me around, throwing me onto my back, pouncing on me like a wild animal. He started kissing my neck as my climax raced through me. My body jackknifed in place but he was nowhere near done with me, thrusting hard and fast until I hardly knew where I was.

“Stand up,” his voice said from a long way away. I blinked and there he was waiting, tapping his foot impatiently.

I managed to stagger upright and then he was bending me over again, removing the plug while I still shuddered by the last vestiges of my orgasm. With the plug gone I felt a void inside me but it was immediately replaced by the tip of him. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“This,” he replied and then he was in my ass. So many times I’d thought he might do it but then I’d been disappointed. It was the one thing we hadn’t done together and the one thing I really wanted to try, to know how different it would feel to the plug.

I winced as he moved gradually deeper into my ass. “Does it hurt?” he asked, holding still as I groaned.

“Deeper,” I replied hungrily. “Deeper.”

He rocked back and forth into me until he was buried in my ass and my body was on fire with need for him. He had a hand on my clit, reaching under me to stroke it slowly. I could only enjoy the moment, impaled on his length until he started to lose his self control. I gripped him tight as I could as he started to glide back and forth, picking up speed until he was slamming into me.

Another orgasm hit me and then another and as they blurred into one incredible sensation, he came, the feel of it making me greedy for more. I rocked back and forth as he fell still, squeezing the last drops from him deep into my ass before he finally slid free, leaving me wincing slightly at his withdrawal before I collapsed to the floor, panting for breath.

“That was out of this world,” I said, each word taking a second to come out. “So so good.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I thought it was about time to do that.”

Together we left the breakfast room and headed outside to where a blanket was waiting in my favourite spot near the pond. I lay on my back, feeling the sun on my naked skin, knowing he was looking down at me. “I’ve got something to tell you,” I said, glancing in his direction. “You might want to sit down.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” He sounded like he thought I was joking.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Since when?”

“I took the test about a week ago to be sure. Are you cross with me? You sound cross?”

“Cross? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I was worried. I thought you might throw me out. You’ve never mentioned children to me.”

“Because I didn’t want to scare you by talking about a family until we were married.”

“So you do want a family?”

“I want an enormous family.”

“Can we start with one and see how we get on?”

“You’re really pregnant?”

“Yep.”

He kissed me before I could say another word, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

Later we were both sitting together in the sunshine, his hand on my stomach, stroking it softly. “I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said. “To have met you. To have you here. I feel blessed.”

“All because I wanted to see the parsonage and prove to my parents I could handle a foreign vacation.”

“So I should thank them?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

He kissed my stomach before his hand started to trace a line down between my legs. “One good thing about having a big garden that just belongs to me,” he said. “To us.”

“What?”

“I can do things like this.”

I gasped as his hand finished its journey. Closing my eyes I lay back and let the sun warm me and Greg tease me. I could not have been happier. Everything that had happened had been worth it as I was going to marry the man of my dreams and start a family.

In a way I had done what my parents wanted, I was settling down. I put them out of my mind. I didn’t want to think about anything but where his kisses were moving to. Without opening my eyes I moaned as his lips reached my clit. “I love you,” he muttered before plunging his tongue into me.

“And I love you too,” I replied before I lost the ability to say anything at all.