Richard Schreck looked down from his upstairs office window onto the paddocks below. His groom and horse trainer Harvey was watching the young woman on the horse, as she moved the animal from a gallop to a slow trot. She was doing a great job handling the animal. Atlas had been one stubborn stallion that had taken more than three months to break in, but he had taken a liking to Josephine and followed her commands.
Josephine hadn’t had any contact with or knowledge about horses, but since moving in with Richard four months earlier, his trainer Harvey had taught her everything she needed to know about horse riding. She brought the animal to a standstill, dismounted, and passed the reins to Harvey. The two stood talking for a few minutes before she walked off in the direction of the house. Richard watched her every move. He had met her only seven months earlier and it was lust at first sight, but that had quickly changed to love.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, wrapping her hands around his waist and placing her head on his back.
“You,” he teased. “Atlas likes you. You control her just like you control me.”
“Come on, Richard. I don’t control you, on the contrary. I thought you were going into the office today.”
He spun around and faced her.
“That’s what I intended doing, but I looked down there and watched you with Atlas and I wanted to join you. Besides, it’s Saturday and I have been putting in some long hours recently.”
“Anything new with the case you’re working on?”
“I wish I could say that I’m confident about winning it, but the judge seems to have sympathy for the two older women. I guess it’s because they’re a little naive and not terribly sophisticated.”
“What about the daughter?”
“Willow isn’t budging. She still holds the mother and her friend responsible for wrecking her life. What would you do if you were in her position?”
“As a woman, I understand why Willow feels the way she does. I can’t imagine having my life taken away from me because someone disfigured my body.”
“Does that mean you wouldn’t forgive your mother?”
“I don’t think it was done to hurt her. That was probably all the mother knew. She too had probably been mutilated.”
“That’s no excuse. She couldn’t find anyone here in this country to do the horrible operation, so she brought someone from her country to perform it.”
Josephine stared up into his face.
“She was only a child, Josie. They did that horrible thing to a five-year-old child.”
“Why did she wait for such a long time before making the case against her mother?”
“I guess as she grew older, she realized that her life, as she wanted it to be, was over. She was much too ashamed to have sex with any man.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“Not in those words, but think about it, Josie. How would you feel if you were faced with something like that?”
“I don’t know. I can’t imagine anything like that happening to me.”
“It’s a cultural thing, but that doesn’t change anything for Willow. Her life is ruined.”
“Are you speaking as her attorney or the woman you once loved?”
“You know that you are number one...”
“It’s a simple answer, Richard. Which is it?”
“Both, but not for the reasons you’re thinking.”
“And what am I thinking?”
“You are number one in my life. I would hate to think that someone would hold you while someone else removes an important part of your anatomy. Secondly, I’m her attorney, and as her attorney, I must fight to see that justice is done.”
“Spoken like a true lawyer,” Josephine responded.
“That’s exactly how I feel about it,” he said pulling her closer and claiming her lips. “Willow is and always will be my past. You, my beautiful Josie, are my present and my future.”
His hands enveloped her, squeezing her butt cheeks.
“I need a shower,” she murmured against his lips. “I smell like Atlas.”
“Do you need company? I can scrub your back and your front,” he replied, squeezing her breasts.
“I thought you were working on Willow’s case today.”
“I’ve got a docket which I must take a look at, and after that, I’ll be all yours.”
“In that case, I’ll take my shower while you work.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Me? Never. Tell you what,” she replied cozying up to him. “I’ll make it interesting for you after I’ve had my shower.”
“Mmm! That sounds absolutely delicious. Hurry up and get back here.”
“Get back to work, Mr. Schreck, or I’ll punish you.”
“I love the sound of that. What are you going to do to me?” he asked, following her.
“Get out of here, Richard,” she said trying to close the bathroom door, but he had stuck his foot inside.
“I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me take a shower?”
“Yes, I want to watch everything that you do. Watching you is one of my favorite things to do. I always get aroused by watching you. I want to keep touching you,” he said, lifting her top over her head.
She opened the entrance door and came face-to-face with Richard, decked out in a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. He didn’t say they were going out for dinner. He seemed to be in a strange mood. He took her hand and guided her into the hallway, took her purse and set it down on the winter bench. He backed her up against the door and his lips met hers in a sweet kiss. He sucked on her bottom lip and she moaned as the kindling that started the fire was now blazing throughout her body. His gaze, green and intense locked with hers, daring her to look away.
The first button of her blouse was open which was standard for her, and she looked down and watched as he slowly opened the remaining ones, and finally yanked the garment from the top of her skirt. She shuddered as his tongue licked her shoulder, moved down her neck, swirled against the top of her breasts and over the lacy edge of her bra. Pinned against the door, her body cried out for more. He held her chin firmly in his left hand still kissing her while he skillfully released the snap of her bra with the other. Not one part of her upper body was left unscathed, as he washed it with his warm tongue. Her breasts, two plump, ebony packages of pleasure, were now the center of his attraction. Her dark nipples met his lips and she gasped at the increments of pleasure that he was slowly dispensing.
It was like sweet torment as he pulled one nipple between his lips, then the other, moving his head back and forth as they gazed at each other. Pulling her hips away from the door, he eased her legs apart with his foot and dropped to his knees. His fingers worked their way up and down her inner thighs inflaming the smoldering embers there, and as if to put her out of her misery, he stroked the length of her wet panty-clad cleft.
“Oh God,” she gasped, as her breath escaped her lungs, leaving them almost empty. “Richard, what are you doing to me?”
Ignoring her pleas, he pushed up the front of her skirt, and brought his head to her moist center, gently licking her through the silky crotch of her underwear. She threw her head back against the door and danced to the movement of his tongue.
Still balancing on her red stilettos, she grabbed his hair and spread her legs wider. The skirt was now totally wrapped up around her waist, and her lacy panties he pulled over her thighs, down her legs, and onto the floor. He lifted one leg and she stepped out leaving them still dangling around the other leg. He came face-to-face with her swollen lips, which he held apart with his thumbs and forefingers and gripping her thighs, he restricted her movements as he traveled along the path he had grown to know so well. His tongue slowly and tortuously licked her clit, distributing tiny morsels of delight and bringing cries of anguish from deep within her. He nibbled on her tender flesh throwing her body into another dimension. Her knees grew weak and she bent them, widening her stance to accommodate the man she loved.
Two fingers entered her exploring her warm, wet depths while he lingered with long slow licks against her nub of pleasure. Her pelvic movements quickened and he kept licking until she shattered into a million little shards, her fingers firmly entrenched in his hair.
Slowly he removed his fingers from her warm passage and lifted his head. It looked as if she was barely clinging to consciousness when he stood up and held her in his arms. She lazily opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
“A girl can get used to greetings like these,” she whispered. “I’ll remember that, my love, but we must hurry. We have a six o’clock appointment for dinner,” he said softly.
She removed her shoes and took his hand.
“Let’s go upstairs and freshen up. You owe me one,” he said nibbling on her ear. “You can tell me about Gypsy over dinner.”
After that orgasmic welcome, she wasn’t sure if she should tell him about Michael. Why was she so afraid? There was nothing to hide, and therefore she decided she would tell him everything.