Trust Me II, page 19
“What did you say to her?” Sandra asked when the girl left and they were once again alone.
“I told her you looked beautiful, as usual. Ready for the pool?” she sighed when he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her soft cheek.
“No,” she said honestly. “I want to stay here and make love.”
“Do you now?” he asked, surprise echoing in his deep tone.
“Do you have reservations for the pool?” He shook his head. “Good, then I expect you to take me to bed and make use of this slippery body. I want to be breathless come suppertime.” Creighton erupted in an outburst of laughter, lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom. He sat her on her feet and quickly moved the blankets to the foot of the large oversized king. It was a sleigh style with a headboard, but no footboard and no posts for tying her down.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his eyes inspecting her expression.
“There’s no posts,” she said quietly.
“So?”
“No way of using your cuffs.” Creighton grinned, kissing her lips softly.
“Then we make up a new game,” he whispered. “This one is called pleasing each other. Besides, we have Miriam’s position book, I’m sure we’ll find a few ideas in that.”
“And how do we play this game of yours?” Sandra couldn’t help the butterflies that took flight inside her stomach and smiled as he walked to their luggage, lifting up the famous kinky kit.
“I teach you to play with your toys and you allow me to watch.”
“That’s not pleasing each other,” she scolded, feeling the blush creep up her neck.
“It will be very pleasing for me to watch you make yourself come. I have wanted to watch you for a very long time. Afterward, I promise to reward you however you desire.”
“I just want you to make love to me. I don’t want to do it myself.” He sat the bag on the foot of the bed and lifted her chin with his forefinger and thumb so he was looking into her green eyes.
“I will make love to you, hard and fast just the way you like. But first, you have to play for me. There are no posts for restraining you, so we’ll have to change things up a bit until we get back to the flat. I promise, you won’t regret it and I’ll be right here watching the whole time.”
“Why is this so important to you?” she asked with a frown. “I don’t know anyone who plays with their selves.” Creighton exploded in a deep laughter, causing her blush to deepen.
“You are very naïve my darling,” he assured her with a soft kiss. “I don’t know of anyone who doesn’t relieve themselves. Men or women, orgasm is something that is important to sustain one’s sanity. But tonight, I will allow you to drive me insane and in return I will love you as you wish.”
“You are very perverted,” she whispered as he slid the sash of her robe off and slipped the fluffy fabric down her arms.
“Yes I am, we’ve already made that clear and I am about to bring you over to the dark side and turn you perverted as well; at least for one night.”
Creighton lifted her into his arms and laid her across the mattress, kissing her hard and passionately until she relented and began to play with him; their tongues battling and twisting with the other. She could feel the need rising between them, the heat burning in her blood as he slowly caressed her oil slick body. She began to feel dizzy with need and when he moved aside, she actually found herself moaning with regret.
“I want you to understand your toys better,” he told her in a soft, hushed tone. “I want you to feel free and comfortable with your body so you can love me without restrictions.”
“But I’m bleeding,” she insisted watching his smile increase.
“I’ve already told you, that means nothing to me. Go to the bathroom and take that thing out, but return quickly. I’m losing my patience.” Sandra did as ordered and shut the bathroom door behind her. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life; her husband of little less than a week wanted her to masturbate for his pleasure. What would Cathy say if she knew?
Sandra pulled the string from within her and frowned as she glanced down, letting it fall in the toilet. There was barely any blood on it. That was not the norm for her; she was typically a heavy bleeder. Perhaps it was the change in altitude or the stress they had been under. Either way, she hoped the flood gates didn’t open when they were making love or swimming in the pool.
Walking back to the bed seemed to take a lifetime. She was nervous, anxious and embarrassed. She had danced for him, she had played with herself for his pleasure, but she had never used the toys; that was his thing and she enjoyed it. Creighton smiled at her apprehension and reached up, taking her hand in his and kissing each finger in turn before pulling her to straddle his hips.
“I like it when you sit like this,” he told her in a wicked grin. “It makes everything I want very accessible.”
“Deviant,” she whispered, receiving a soft slap on the bottom as he rolled her onto the bed beneath him. He pressed against her hard, the firm shaft of his penis caressing her until she moaned.
“Let’s start with your rabbit,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers spreading apart her labia as he caressed her clitoris. Sandra’s eyes closed, reveling in the feel of his hands on her then her eyes opened wide when he wrapped her hand around the hard blue tube of the vibrator. He flipped the switch and smiled as it started buzzing, his large hand holding hers gently around the plastic shaft, pressing it against her lower abdomen. He kissed her cheek, slowly moving to her ear where he bit the lobe gently causing her to moan. He moved her hand with the vibrator further down her oily body to where his initials lay, his lips traveling down her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.
Sandra started to relax, her hand no longer tensing around the toy, her heart pounding between her ears. She closed her eyes as his mouth moved down to her collarbone tasting the scented oil left behind from her massage. His hand moved hers to caress her labia with the tip of the buzzing object. She couldn’t help it; this was feeling wicked, erotic and she found herself actually enjoying it. Creighton chuckled sensing her slow surrender; his lips and tongue bathing a hot moist path down her chest to the round globes of her breasts. Sandra moaned, allowing him to move her hand until the tip of the vibrator pressed against her wet vagina.
“You do it,” he whispered, releasing her hand. Sandra drew a deep breath and did as she was told, slowly sliding the cylinder inside her tight body. Creighton moved his hand to her opposite breast, his teeth capturing her erect nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. They played for several long moments, the blue toy hidden within her vagina; the ears of the bunny surround her clitoris. Her breathing became labored as she relaxed into the moment. Creighton reached back down between her legs and placed his hand around hers, thrusting the device slowly in and out of her, smiling at the moan that escaped her lips.
“Tease me baby,” he told her in a deep tone. “Show me you don’t need me for your release.” Almost immediately Sandra felt the heat begin to build, the dizzy sensation quickly mounting within her. She began to pant, her lips parted, her eyes closed. His mouth found hers and she moaned into it; their tongues battling, sparring and teasing each other until she tensed beneath him, her mouth breaking free of his, crying out her release. Creighton held her against him, his hand releasing hers as she continued to thrust the vibrator in and out of her, riding the waves of passion, her climax continuing until she was breathless, panting and begging him to stop.
“How’s it feel to be on the dark side?” he asked against her when he took the toy and flipped it off. Sandra couldn’t speak; her breath was ragged pants, her body slick with a mixture of oil and sweat. He laughed softly, kissing her cheek and neck.
“Derek told me the definition of a successful honeymoon is one that was filled with passion and heat,” he whispered. “I think we’ve succeeded in making ours memorable.” Sandra smiled; she could feel the heat rising up her neck, tinting her cheeks.
“Another,” he told her, lifting the wand from under the pillow next to her and placing it in her hand. “I’m watching you this time,” he assured her, turning it on and moving her hand toward her body. “I want you to make me jealous. Show me where you like it. Find the spots that feel the best and tease me until I beg you to let me join you.”
Sandra could feel the heat burning her face and chest as she closed her eyes. She had never felt such conflict; on one hand she was embarrassed and ashamed, on the other aroused and eager to explore this new side of sex with her husband. Knowing he was watching her was somehow very erotic and wickedly delicious and she quickly adjusted to the sensations burning inside her. She began to caress her body as he had instructed, his warm hands pressing her knees apart gently so she was spread wide enough that the wand found her clitoris.
Within moments she relaxed and began to explore her own body, the vibrating ball caressed her delicate skin and she found several areas of interest she didn’t know were there. She smiled when she heard him gasp, his long fingers spreading her labia apart for her as he watched her torment him.
Creighton’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her; she was driving him crazy and he could feel the need for his own release throbbing between his legs. He wrapped one hand over his firm shaft as his free hand caressed her wet body around the wand. He couldn’t resist any longer, the vision of what she was doing made him feel insane with need and he had no other option but to move between her legs; the tip of his quivering penis pressed against the wet opening of her vagina.
“Please Sandra, I need you,” he begged her and she nodded, wordlessly.
He pushed into her slowly as she continued to run the buzzing ball over her labia and clitoris. It took barely three thrusts before he felt the walls of her vagina tighten around him. She lifted her legs to a bent position, her hips rising off the bed toward him as she cried out. Her passion and orgasm spurred him on until he relented and joined her, holding her hips to him as he spilled his hot seed inside her.
“I need a break,” she gasped as he lay beside her taking the wand from her hand and shutting it off.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked. Sandra nodded as she moved off the bed as she padded her way back into the bathroom. The need to use the bathroom again filled her with an urgency that took her out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Creighton watched her walk away, a smile caressing his handsome lips. She was absolutely beautiful; his wife, his lover, his personal savior. If it weren’t for her, he would still be locked away in his flat in Chelsea; fear and remorse would be his only allies.
He stood up off the bed and took the wipes he used for the toys from the pack and cleaned her vibrators, frowning at the long blue tube. If she were on her period, then where was the blood? He glanced to the bathroom door as the sound of the toilet flushing echoed through the stillness. The door opened a moment later and she walked out, a frown pulling her brows together. He sat on the bed and waited as she walked naked back to him then pulled her down to his lap and kissed her cheek.
“Are you alright?” His tone was soft, barely above a whisper as he held her in his arms.
“I think my body is going crazy,” she said in a shaky voice.
“You’re not bleeding anymore?” She shook her head. “Maybe it’s just the activity or all the excitement.”
“What if I am pregnant?” she whispered. “Would the blood mean there was something wrong?” Creighton drew a deep breath and slowly eased her out of his embrace, looking at the fear shining in her eyes.
“I think it’s time we saw a doctor.”
CHAPTER NINE
Creighton paced the floor as Sandra sat on the table, silently waiting. They had made an appointment with a physician for the next morning and after checking in, were ushered into a room with baby pink walls and blue furniture. A variety of cartoon characters decorated the room and in the corner hung a large flat screen television. There was a strange machine sitting next to the exam table with a metal tray near the side wall with jars and tubes she had never seen before. A single chair was positioned next to a white desk which sat beside a small sink.
Several magazines were placed in a wooden rack on the back of the door, all with babies or pregnant women on the covers, though Sandra couldn’t understand them; they were all in French. The nurse had spoken with Creighton in her native tongue as he relayed their concerns of what was happening. Sandra had her blood drawn before she was shown a bathroom where she left a urine sample and was now sitting naked beneath a yellow duck decorated cloth gown.
Their nerves and anxiety grew with each passing second and his continued pacing was making her feel more frustrated than the waiting. Sandra drew a deep breath; this was it, she was either pregnant or not and if she wasn’t than maybe there was something wrong. Why else would she start bleeding one minute and stop the next?
The white wooden door opened a few minutes later and a young man in his mid-thirties stepped in, carrying a small iPad type device. He greeted them in French and smiled; he was very handsome and much younger than Sandra would have preferred. She was sitting on the exam table in only a cloth gown, feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed. If she was to be examined by a male, she would have preferred he were older and less attractive and by the expression on her husband’s face, he was thinking the same thing.
“I understand you only speak English,” the doctor said in a very thick accent. Sandra nodded. “Then I will make it easier for you.”
“What did the tests say?” Creighton asked, stepping to her side, his hand around her waist as if claiming his territory.
“First let me ask a few questions,” the doctor continued as he sat down at the small desk. “You have been sick, no?” Sandra shook her head.
“Maybe a little, but nothing out of the ordinary; some foods have never really agreed with me and I’ve been eating a lot lately.”
“Have you been unusually tired?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “But we’ve had a lot going on the past few weeks.”
“And now you bleed?” She again nodded. “You are late for your cycle by how much?” Sandra thought for a moment counting how long it had been since she left Kansas. Two weeks for her vacation and another two on her honeymoon; that would make it…
“Sixteen days,” she said at last.
“What did the tests show?” Creighton asked again, his tone filled with irritation.
“Well, it appears you are pregnant,” the doctor said with a small smile. “Have you been trying to conceive?” Sandra’s eyes widened and Creighton’s breath caught in his throat.
They knew there was a strong possibility that she would get pregnant and they had talked about what they would do; they both wanted it to happen but when she started bleeding it seemed that they would have to try again. Now the confirmation of having a child began to filter through their brains like a slow leak in a hose. The doctor cleared his throat and brought them back to reality.
“We were hoping,” she heard herself saying. “But we thought…I mean…when I started bleeding…”
“Is there anything wrong with the baby or my wife?” Creighton’s voice was full with authority as he interrupted her rambling, but there was an underlying excitement that Sandra recognized, making her feel more anxious than she already did.
“The blood tests show you are barely three weeks,” the doctor explained. “There is a point in early pregnancy where the mother may bleed. It is called implantation bleeding. I do not believe anything is wrong, but I will need to do a pelvic exam. How long will you be in France?” Creighton fought the urge to growl at the thought of this man doing any kind of an examination on his wife, especially a pelvic one.
“We’re here on our honeymoon,” Sandra said. “Perhaps another week, maybe more.”
“Then I would like for you to see a doctor once you are back…where do you live?”
“Kansas…” Sandra stopped suddenly, remembering where and who she now was. “I mean Yorkshire.” The doctor glanced up from his device and frowned, looking from one to the other of couple in front of him.
“We were just married,” Creighton explained. “Sandra is American; she’s not used to the idea of being English yet.” The doctor smiled and nodded.
“If you will lie down,” he told Sandra as he walked to the door and pressed a button. “I will check your abdomen first.”
The next fifteen minutes were possibly the most embarrassing of her life, even more than masturbating for her husband’s pleasure. Sandra had never had a pelvic exam before; her doctor back home said she didn’t need one unless she was sexually active so she never bothered before now. Creighton stood by her head and held her hand as the nurse stood beside her employer with a small vial of clear fluid. Sandra was subjected to her first ever pap smear and knew she was blushing scarlet the entire time.
Creighton’s hand tightened around hers as the doctor stood and inserted his fingers into her body, pressing on her stomach and asking her questions about pain, discomfort or soreness. Sandra shook her head and mumbled softly, her hand sweating beneath her husband’s firm grip.
“We should do another blood test in a couple of days and I want you to have a sonogram when you return to England. You should schedule to see your doctor in about a month.” The man took his gloves off as the nurse took the small vial and left the room. Creighton helped Sandra sit back up on the end of the table, his hand moving to her waist again.
“What will that test you just did show?” Creighton asked, his tone slightly more relieved now that the man was back on his stool across the room.
