“You have one new message!”
Her heart stopping in her chest, Holly exhaled in a painful whoosh.
Her fingers trembled as they rested on the mouse. Should she or shouldn’t she open the message?
Her thoughts crowded in. It might not be Alex. Maybe it was just someone else she had spoken to on the friendship site. But what if it was Alex? But even if it was, it might not be anything horrible. He could just be saying hello or good-bye now he knew he wasn’t going to get any more money. Or…
Her heart leapt in happiness. Maybe it was Mason! She knew he couldn’t phone, but maybe he could e-mail? Of course that was it. Why hadn’t she thought of going online before instead of torturing herself?
Smiling in relief and not thinking sensibly she quickly moved the mouse and clicked to open the message.
Hello my dear.
Holly’s heart momentarily stopped.
Did you really think I would go away? You are a disobedient woman and need to be taught a lesson and so, as you haven’t written to me and have not sent the money I have asked you for, you will need to be punished.
I know where you live, did you think I didn’t? And I know you are alone with no one to protect you. But let me assure you I am here nearby, watching and waiting for my moment. TO KILL YOU!
And I will relish your last moments as fear fills your soul and the light of life fades from your eyes.
So until that moment my dear.
Remember, I will be seeing you.
Cold and clammy chills rippled Holly’s skin and as she looked at her hands she could see they were trembling. Her heart was thumping heavily in her chest creating a feeling of suffocation but still, she felt calm. “The calm before the storm,” she murmured before the tears came, filling her eyes and running down her cold cheeks.
“What am I to do?” she cried to the empty room before putting her head on her folded arms and sobbing as if her heart would break.
Minutes passed and still she sobbed until suddenly she checked the tears.
“Come on, Holly, pull yourself together. All this crying is not helping. You have to think what to do!” She blew her nose and wiped her eyes, she should call the police, but that would mean explanations as to why she behaved so foolishly in the first place and she just couldn’t handle the recriminations, so now what? She took a deep breath hoping to clear her mind enough to figure out what to do. “First stay calm and check the date of the e-mail.” Grabbing the mouse she hurriedly sought the date, hoping the e-mail was old as that could mean it was just an empty threat. But no…
Maybe it wasn’t just an empty threat made to frighten after all. The message was only two days old and Alex had said he knew where she lived and he also appeared to know she was alone, so could that mean he was out there, somewhere, watching and waiting, ready to make his move? Then a terrifying thought struck her. Oh God! He could even be in the house now. Fearfully she looked around as if expecting him to jump out of the wardrobe.
“I’ve got to get out of here, go somewhere he won’t be able to find me.”
Scrambling off the bed she randomly began pulling clothes off their hangers. Jeans, tops, jackets, shoes, the odd handbag or two.
“What am I thinking? I can’t take loads of luggage with me. It would slow me down.” Pacing the room she bit her lip. “Think, think what to do?”
Pulling on underwear, jeans, and a thick jumper she pushed her feet into fluffy socks and short boots and then pulled an outsize handbag out from the back of the cupboard. “I’ll just take enough for a few days and buy anything else I need.” Shoving panties, bras, socks, and a few tops into the bottom of the bag she gathered up basic toiletries and threw them on the top. “Now what?” She looked helplessly around. “Money. Of course you need money, you fool.” Picking up her purse she checked the contents and pushed it into the side pocket, then without really thinking she quickly wrote a short but difficult note to Mason, explaining about Alex and telling him for his own safety not to come looking for her.
Running down to the study Holly left the note on Mason’s big oak desk, but unable to resist she sat in his chair and gazed at the photo on the desk. “A happy family,” she murmured, picking it up. It was a photograph taken by William the gardener on her first day at Saviour. A picture of Mason, his hair ruffled in the slight breeze that had been blowing, his arm flung carelessly around her shoulders, hugging her to him as she gazed up adoringly at him with Sumo sitting happily at their feet. “A happy, happy day.” Drawing a deep shuddering breath she quickly pushed the photo into her bag, then without giving herself more time to think or change her mind hurriedly left the room. Entering the kitchen she picked up a shopping bag and began filling it with provisions, apples, bread, cheese, a few cooked sausages from the fridge, a couple of bottles of water, and a flask with hot coffee before adding matches and a torch to the contents. Then, just before leaving the room her eyes spotted a wooden block of carving knives. Slowly she drew a large, deadly looking knife from the block and, wrapping it in some kitchen roll, pushed it into the bag. “Just in case,” she murmured.
He groaned catching hold of her arms and easing her away from him.
Holly felt Mason’s withdrawal and panicked. He couldn’t, not now. She needed to be close to someone, wanted to be possessed and made to feel like a woman again.
“Mason, please, no, don’t stop, I…”
She pressed closer struggling against the hard bonds of his hands.
“Please, Mason, I want this. I need to feel alive again and I need to feel desirable.” She stared into his eyes, his granite-grey eyes and noticed the tiny azure blue flecks that changed with his emotions. “Unless, you don’t…” She bit her lip feeling suddenly embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t find her attractive! Oh, what a fool she was, thinking she was still attractive even to the extent of asking a man to make love to her. She drew a deep tremulous breath. “I’m sorry, Mason, I should have realized that you wouldn’t want me, find me a-attractive?” Her words hanging between them like a spectre in the room she shifted uncomfortably and made to rise from her position on his lap. God, how humiliating to be refused.
Suddenly being gathered up close and bent over Mason’s arm as he hesitated no further, Holly nearly fainted in bliss as he ravished her mouth with his, his tongue caressing the soft seam of her lips. Opening her mouth, Holly groaned in satisfaction as he deepened the kiss. Scooping her up in his arms Mason strode over to the bed in the corner of the room and, pulling back the covers, gently placed her down on the soft mattress. Straightening he stared intently into her eyes silently asking the question. Holly’s answer was unmistakable as she reached up and silently invited him in.
Stripping off his clothes, Mason placed one knee on the bed beside her and Holly’s slumberous gaze took in his superb physique. He was magnificent, muscular but not beefy, his body perfection for a man in his thirties. His chest was hard and clearly defined with a smattering of hair, his waist was narrow and his hips firm and his stomach was washboard flat. Her gaze was drawn against her will to the arrowing of hair that culminated in the soft nest of curls that cradled his manhood. What a cock he had, her eyes widened. She’d never seen anything so remarkable before. The length! The width! He was truly a magnificent stallion.
Holly’s breath caught and she chewed her bottom lip. It had been so long, and she had only ever been with Adam and she was uncertain as how to behave.
“Holly?” Mason asked, his eyes softening in the face of her uncertainty. “You don’t have to continue, you know. We can just forget all this has happened and never mention it again.”
“No! No,” she cried, scared he was going to change his mind. “No, this is what I want, Mason. It’s just…”
She took a deep breath. “It’s just it’s been so long and I, well, I…”
She smiled ruefully. “I’m not sure what to do.” There she’d said it.
Mason smiled and Holly’s breath caught once again at the tenderness on his face. “No worries, Holly, I’ll start and you join in when you’re ready, mmm?”
She nodded her gaze straying once again to his magnificent organ. “K.”
Lowering himself onto the bed, Mason made short work of Holly’s buttons and soon she was as naked as him.
Closing her eyes at the feel of him sliding over her, flesh upon flesh, warmth upon warmth, and hardness onto softness she was spellbound. It was amazing. No, more than that, it was superlative. It felt right. It was like coming home.
Mason’s touch was gentle, caressing, seeking and exploring, finding all those funny little places that had her writhing with need. Moistness pooled at the apex of her thighs and she could feel the tingling pleasure that was almost a pain, an ache that radiated out from her innermost core to the erogenous zones that were finally reawakened. His lips caressed her neck, nuzzling and arousing, whilst his tongue dipped like a lightning strike inside her ear before his teeth tenderly closed around the lobe and gently pulled. The sensations were magical, tingling, heart-pounding, and breathtaking. She writhed underneath him as his mouth explored her shoulders, her décolletage, and her cleavage before nuzzling his way to her warm, ripe breast, the nipple pink and perky, begging for his attention. She groaned, the sound deep and primal as he suckled at her breast, his hand cupping the underside caressingly as his tongue flicked and twirled around the hard nub before drawing it deeper into his hot, moist mouth. Tentatively caressing his shoulders, Holly traced the defined contours of his back. Trailing her fingers up and down Mason’s spine, exploring, memorizing, and kneading she felt a surge of possessiveness.
Mason moved down her body kissing her ribs and her stomach, absently noting the tiny tremors that rippled across her smooth skin. Moulding the flesh at her tiny waist, he trailed his fingers over the flare of her feminine hips. Her breath caught, and he could feel her tension as he spread her thighs to gaze with sensuous enjoyment as her labia opened like a lotus flower. Bending his head he nuzzled at her pussy, smelling her sex and tasting the honey dew that was forming to ease the way. Her limbs trembled again and as he moved back to kiss her lips, he thrust his hard cock deep into her waiting pussy.
Holly cried out, clutching at his biceps as he began to move, a slow, sensuous gyrating of his hips that teased and tormented. Mason’s cock was huge, filling her, stretching her, igniting every nerve ending and sending sparks of electricity zinging throughout her body. Panting as the sensations began to rise, her head thrashed from side to side. Wrapping her legs around his hips she urged him on, her little panting mews of satisfaction sounding loud in the silence of the room. Mason’s hips moved like pistons, his cock thrusting deep into her body urgently seeking out her G-spot.
Her internal muscles grew tighter, anchoring him inside her and each thrust of his fully engorged cock created a friction that pulsated and throbbed, sending spasms of ecstasy surging into her womb. Her cries grew loud drowning out Mason’s grunts of satisfaction and as she exploded on an orgasm lights exploded before her eyes and her blood pounded in her ears. Mason’s primitive groan of completion tumbled her into another orgasm as his hot seed pumped straight and true like an Exocet missile into her waiting womb. And the feeling became one of exquisite pain.