Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (7 page)

“This is lovely,” I said.

“Yep, it sure is. This is a nice town,” Brandt said and
pulled the seat of the car back. “You know what would be good right now?”

“Food?” I said and put my hand over my stomach, which
growled so loud, I thought it was digesting itself.

“Food?” Brandt said and chuckled. “It’s not even eleven
o’clock. Didn’t you eat breakfast?”

“No,” I said and looked out the window wondering if I
should tell him about my fight with Katt. “I was too excited to eat.”

“Well,” Brandt said and pulled me into his side, “you must
always eat breakfast. We’ll get you something later. No, what would be good
right now is a blow job.”

Brandt pulled his shirt from his pants and undid his belt
and lifted his hips slightly to bring his pants down to the middle of his
thighs. He pulled his penis out of his underwear and stroked it.

“Brandt,” I said and looked around the park, “there are
people everywhere, children everywhere.”

“I have a hard-on, Sophia,” Brandt said and stroked his
penis faster. “And, you are my wife. It’s okay now.”

“It has nothing to do with me being your wife. It has to
do with modesty and I’m pretty sure, legalities. Like I said, there are people
everywhere.”

“So, you’re saying no? I hope this isn’t a sign of things
to come. Or not to come, as the case seems to be,” Brandt said and pushed me
away.

“Brandt, I’m saying no because I don’t want to get in
trouble. And honestly, I thought our first time together, in that way, would be
a little more intimate than putting my mouth on it in the front seat of your
car.”

“Look away, Sophia,” Brandt said and moaned as he rubbed
his erect penis slowly down to the base and all the way up to the head. “I will
take care of this myself.”

“Didn’t you hear anything I said?”

“I’m tuning you out. I refuse to listen to your yammering
and I am pleasuring myself. If you don’t like that, leave,” Brandt said.

I looked at him and he rested his head back on the seat.
He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.

There was time at that point. I could get out of the car,
leave my suitcase and walk to a telephone. I could call...

Who?

Okay, I could take a bus. I’d take a bus back to Boston,
get an annulment and then I could...

What?

I already got out of my contract with Ford. At any rate, I
thought at that moment, I just needed to leave. I put my hand on the door
handle and pulled.

“Do not!” Brandt said and lifted his head and glared at
me. “I swear to Christ, Sophia, you will never regret a thing more if you step
one motherfucking foot out of this car.”

Thinking back on that scene, forty-four years later, is
sort of funny. Brandt screaming at me at the top of his lungs, hard cock
sticking out of his pants like a grain silo in the middle of a sweet, Norman
Rockwell setting. Idyllic madness.

Back then, of course, I took my hand off the door handle
and sat back against the front seat.

“Thank you,” Brandt said and went back to working himself.
“Now, I want my cock sucked. You are my wife now and you should be the one
sucking it. Come on.”

He reached across the seat and grabbed my arm and yanked
me toward him. He wrapped my long hair slowly around his hand until it pressed
into the back of my head.

“I’ve never done this before,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Brandt said, “I’ll show you how. Open wide
now.”

I opened my mouth wide as if I was laid out in front of
Dr. Mickelson and he was checking my molars for cavities.

“Now, even though it’s called a blow job, you don’t
actually blow. Put your mouth around my cock.”

Brandt pushed the back of my head down toward his penis
and I opened my mouth wider as he lowered my head. When it was inside my mouth,
he instructed me to close my lips around it.

“Oh, that’s nice. Your mouth is hot,” he said. “Now start
sucking. Hard. And watch the teeth.”

I sucked on his penis like I remembered sucking on my
thumb. I sucked on his penis in short little bursts and he seemed to enjoy,
judging from his loud moans, how I was doing it. I swiped my tongue back and
forth across his hard, wide shaft like a windshield wiper while I sucked him
hard.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Brandt said and moaned. “You
sure you’ve never done this before, you filthy little whore?”

I tried to lift my head to tell him that I certainly had
not ever had another penis in my mouth, but Brandt tightened his grip on my
hair and slammed my head down so the tip of his penis hit the back of my
throat. I gagged and sputtered and tried to lift my head but Brandt had such a
tight hold on my head, I couldn’t move. I was thankful that he lifted my head
even though he pulled my hair until the small hairs on my arms and the back of
my neck stuck straight up, but almost immediately, he slammed my face back down
onto his penis.

“Just relax, whore,” Brandt said through clenched teeth.
“Daddy will take care of everything.”

Brandt pulled my head up and pushed it back down over and
over again. When the tip of his penis hit the back of my throat, I’d gag and
he’d pause for a moment to allow me to regain myself and then he’d be back at
it again. Tears and mascara ran down my face and I dug my nails into his legs,
but my obvious discomfort only increased his pleasure.

“That’s it, whore,” Brandt said. “Suck on Daddy’s cock.”

I sucked so hard my cheeks collapsed into my face. I
figured whatever I was doing was doing the job because Brandt’s legs convulsed
and his breathing got heavier. The better I did, the faster it would be over.
And I wanted it over.

“Do you feel it, whore?” Brandt said. “Do you feel it
coming? It’s coming!”

Brandt slammed my mouth all the way down on his penis and
held me down. My nose smashed against his lap and I couldn’t breathe. He thrust
his hips up while pressing my head down and all of a sudden, my mouth was
filled with a warm, viscous liquid. I swatted at his chest and grunted.

“Fuck!” Brandt said. “Take all that cum in your mouth,
bitch! Take it all fucking in!”

Brandt continued to thrust his hips while he pressed his
hand against the back of my head. His semen ran out the corners of my mouth and
I punched his thigh. Finally, he ripped his hand out of my hair and I sat up
and scrambled to the other side of the car. I opened the door, leaned over and
spit everything in my mouth onto the ground.

“Hey, hey,” Brandt said, “what are you doing? That’s
valuable.”

I sat up while trying to think of anything other than the
thick, salty aftertaste that coated the inside of my mouth like heavy cream. My
heart pounded and I tried to regulate my breathing by taking long, deep
breaths.

“Well, I have to say I’m surprised you spit that all out,
Sophia. I mean, did you not say you were hungry?” Brandt said and laughed.

I looked over at him and he redressed himself. He leaned
over me and opened the glove compartment and took out a hairbrush. He brushed
his hair while looking in the rearview mirror and then slid over and brushed
mine.

“You have a little...on your face,” Brandt said and wiped
his finger under my bottom lip. “There’s some tissue in the glove compartment.
Wipe your face, Sophia.”

I pulled my compact out of my purse. My eyes were
bloodshot and most of my mascara dried down under my bottom lids. Brandt
started the car up and we got back onto Route 3 without a word to each other.
Finally about thirty minutes later as we neared Cape Cod, Brandt put his hand
on my shoulder and pulled me close again.

“That was pretty amazing. And I’m sorry I asked you if
you’ve done that before. I got carried away.”

“Well, I haven’t,” I said and looked out the window and
watched the trees blur as we whizzed by.

“Of course you haven’t,” Brandt said. “And I know that
you’ve not been with a man at all. I’m sensitive to that. And you will get
yours too, believe me. I cannot wait to bring you the pleasure you’ve brought
me.”

“When?” I said and turned and looked at him.

“Ah, in a hurry, I see,” Brandt said and tickled me. “You
little minx.”

When Brandt’s mood lightened, mine followed in kind.
Perhaps I overreacted. So what if Brandt was a sexual person? That was supposed
to be a good thing, right? And even if the dirty talk was not my style, I
should feel flattered that Brandt felt comfortable enough around me to express
his sexuality, right?

“Brandt?” I said and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Yes, my love?” he said and kissed the top of my head.

“Tell me again what our life together will be like,” I
said and closed my eyes.

“Our life together will be truly blessed. Oh look, we’re
almost there,” Brandt said as we passed the sign that announced our closeness
to Cape Cod.

“Well, what does that mean, truly blessed? Specifically,
please,” I said.

“Oh, you want specifics? Well, first of all, we are going
to begin and end each day with a vigorous session of love making. How does that
sound?”

“Well, as I’ve not even had my first love making session,”
I said, “I can’t answer that. I reserve the right to comment after you ravage
me when we arrive at the hotel.”

“Okay, but honestly,” Brandt said and ran his fingers
through my hair, “there will be no ravaging until I take a nap.”

“A nap?”

“Uh, yeah, a nap. I’m pretty much a gun with one bullet,
if you know what I mean. I need to recharge to reload.”

“Huh, okay,” I said. “Well, back to our lives, after your
nap and the ravaging and the continued daily love making, what else?”

“Oh, like our immediate lives?”

“Yes,” I said. “As in after the honeymoon.”

“After the honeymoon, we will return to Boston, move into
your apartment and hopefully, I will find a job.”

“What?” I said and shook my head.

“What, what?” Brandt said and squeezed my shoulder.

“You said, move into my apartment and hopefully, you’ll
find a job?”

“Yes, yes I did. The only thing I haven’t worked out is
parking. Does your place offer covered parking? I’d hate to see this paint job
ruined outside.”

I couldn’t speak. I was like a goldfish that jumped out of
its bowl.

“What’s the problem?” Brandt said.

“Uh, the problem is you said you had a job, Brandt. And
what was all that talk about Manhattan?”

“Well, I’d like us to move to Manhattan. And I will have a
job Sophia, once I pass the Bar.”

“But two weeks ago, you were in Manhattan to secure a job.
You had interviews with law firms.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“You called me from Manhattan.”

“Well, of course I called you from Manhattan. I was in
Manhattan, silly. But I can’t actually get the job unless I pass the Bar. Don’t
be daft now, you’re smarter than that. Oh, look,” Brandt said and took his
hands off his steering wheel and clapped, “the bridge! We’re almost there. No
more talking until we get to the other side. I’m kind of suspicious.”

Brandt laughed the whole way across the Sagamore Bridge
and I stared over the railing and wondered if it was too late to jump. When we
finally got across the 616-foot span, I realized I had been one thousand
percent duped by Brandt and one thousand percent duped by myself.

“Look, Sophia,” Brandt said and pointed to the right,
“that’s where you take the ferry to the Vineyard. I wonder if we’ll see some
Kennedys?”

“Yes, I know,” I said.

“What do you mean? I thought you have never been to Cape
Cod before.”

“I’ve never been to the Battleroy before. I’ve been to
Martha’s Vineyard.”

“Well, la-dee-fucking-da. Of course the rich girl has been
to Martha’s Vineyard. Bet you even know the Kennedys,” Brandt said.

“Let’s just not talk for a while, okay?”

“I don’t know what your problem is, Sophia. My God, you’ve
been complaining the whole drive down. You were never like this before.”

“Because I believed you before,” I said.

“What did you say?” Brandt said and slammed on his breaks
and threw the car into park in the middle of the two-lane road. “What did you
say to me?”

“People are trying to go,” I said and turned around and
looked at the line of cars forming behind us.

“Fuck them,” Brandt said and turned to me. “They can go
around. Now tell me, what you said.”

The man in the sedan behind us leaned on his horn.

“Brandt?” I said and gestured toward the cars behind us.

“I’m not moving until you repeat what you said. I can sit
here all night long.”

“Fine...because I believed you before. That’s what I
said.”

I folded my arms across my chest and braced myself for his
explosion.

“Oh. I thought that’s what you said. Why didn’t you just
speak up?” Brandt said and tugged on the gear and shifted the car into drive.

As we drove toward the hotel, Brandt jabbered about
geology and landmarks and ice cream parlors as if nothing happened.

“So, no response?” I said.

“To what?” Brandt said and massaged my shoulder.

“To the statement I made when I said that I don’t believe
a word you say anymore.”

“But that’s not what you said, Sophia,” Brandt said and
winked.

“Close enough,” I said.

“No,” Brandt said and frowned. “You said, and I quote,
‘because I believed you before.’ ”

“Yes, that’s right. What do you have to say about that?”

“Well, not much, really.” Brandt said and turned down a
small side street toward the Atlantic. “There isn’t anything I can do to make
you believe me if you don’t, so why bother? And here we are, my girl!”

I looked ahead as we passed the large wooden sign
announcing the Battleroy Hotel. A massive, ornate building sprawled out over
several hundred acres, the Battleroy Hotel was indeed the most beautiful hotel
I’d ever seen.