WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance (6 page)

"You may remember that I didn't buy those
from anyone."

"But I bet you would have. How do I know you
don’t have a stack of these things at home to get off on, courtesy
of Madame Lovelock?"

"Give those back." He said, ignoring my
question. I drew back from him. "Victoria, I'm not in the mood for
games, we have a lot of things to discuss, now please return those
to me so that we can continue."

"Like hell I will. These are mine Vincent.
You stole them from me - just like you stole Will's car from him. I
think you have a problem with ownership Medici. You want to own
things that aren’t yours - like you wanted to own the patent for
the Life Defender -my invention."

He made another grab at me but I jumped up
and moved away.

He looked angry, but also kind of turned on.
If I'm honest, the little chase was also turning me on as well. We
had come that close to fucking in my old front yard before we'd
been interrupted. This time I wanted to finish what we had
started.

"We don’t have time for this Victoria. I need
to be back in New York by tonight and there's a lot of things we
have to talk through."

"I don’t think so. You were released into my
custody, remember? And Jeb told you to stay put in Shillington
until further notice so you're not going anywhere tonight
Medici."

The threat to his control was obviously
enough to provoke him. He got to his feet and towered over me in
that sexy way of his. It was such a turn on that I could get him
riled so easily. I backed away and waited for him to follow. Was he
seriously going to chase me around the room? Could I make him do
that?

"Don’t come near me." I said, moving rapidly
to put the couch between us.

"Don’t make me do this Victoria." He sounded
genuinely peeved. It was awesome. "Don't make me take those panties
from you again. I did it once before and I will have no hesitation
in repeating my actions."

He started backing away towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm securing this door. You're not going
anywhere until you see sense and return those underwear to me."

My pulse began pounding with an adrenaline
rush. He was boxing me in, leaving me nowhere to run and it was as
exciting as hell. I wasn't going to make it easy for him though; he
was going to have to work hard to get what he wanted.

"That's false imprisonment Medici - another
felony - you won’t get bail this time, not even with your
lawyers."

"It's not if I'm preventing you from stealing
my property."

"These are mine!" I screamed at him. The
bastard could be as infuriating as hell when he wanted to be. "How
dare you talk that way."

He placed a chair against the latched hotel
room door and then began to close in on me like a hunter on his
prey.

"You made no objection when I tore them off
you and that, young lady, is implied consent. Those are mine and I
insist that you return them immediately or suffer the
consequences."

I backed further away but there was nowhere
else to go; my back was literally against the wall.

"Tell me about Clarissa first. How do you
know her?"

"It's none of your business."

He crossed the room and shoved the couch out
of the way. I looked around for an escape route. Of course I knew
it was a game but that didn’t stop my heart from racing. There was
the bedroom on one side, the bathroom on the other. Vincent was
directly between me and the blocked doorway.

"You've got nowhere left to run Victoria. Now
it's either time to play ball or to have that thieving little ass
of yours punished for your insolence."

I took the panties and shoved them down my
shirt and into my bra.

"You're the one who's got nowhere left to
run. Will and Jeb are so going to put you behind bars unless I talk
them out of it, so it's
you
who had better behave himself
Medici."

He took a step closer but I darted to the
bathroom and then struggled to get the door closed and locked. I
nearly had it too, but Vincent was equally determined. The toe of
his Italian leather shoe blocked the door and his thick fingers
pushed through the gap. I shoved as hard as I could to push him out
but he was too big, too strong, and my feet slid slowly but surely
backwards across the bathroom tiles.

I had to let him in but I wasn't finished
yet. I ran to the shower and jammed the thick Perspex door
shut.

Vincent entered the bathroom calmly and
locked the door behind him. Despite my evasive tactics I had the
odd feeling of being exactly where he wanted me to be. I've never
been someone to react hysterically to events but Vincent seemed to
have a way of bringing the hysteria out of me.

I started shrieking at him.

"You say you aren't a pervert Medici? You say
you weren't on Clarissa's fetish list? I call bullshit. I'm calling
it now. That is just such
total
bullshit. Look at you - you
can't even fucking control yourself for a half hour at a time."

"On the contrary Victoria, I am very much in
control right now."

"Is
that
your fetish? Control? You get
off on cornering random women in hotel bathrooms so that you can
steal their underwear from them? God you are so fucking
pathetic."

"You are definitely not a random woman
Victoria. Believe me, you are a very, very specific woman and
that's exactly why we have to talk and
that
is why we're
here."

He walked over to the shower door gripped the
handle. I grabbed it from the other side with both hands and leaned
all my weight against it. The feeling of being hunted, pursued and
now truly backed into a corner by specifically
this
man who
was clearly going out of his mind to fuck me was almost
unbearable.

"Am I your fantasy fuck Medici? Is that it?
Some kind of girl-next-door jerk off fetish that I happen to tick
all the boxes for?"

We were very close to each other now, our
faces separated only by the layer Perspex between us which suddenly
didn't feel so thick at all.

"You definitely tick all the boxes." He said.
"But it's much more specific than that Vicky." He leaned against
door and looked into my eyes. "You
are
the girl next door."
He said, his voice low and intense.

I don’t know why but it was enough to make me
let go of the door and back away to the wall behind me, turning on
the damn shower in the process.

A blast of freezing cold water hit me and I
turned around, fumbling with the unfamiliar controls to turn it
off. I only made it worse and the now steaming hot water began to
rain down, soaking me.

I felt Vincent's hand on my arm, turning me
around and then pulling me in towards him.

"You still don’t remember me?" He said. I
looked up into his eyes, those beautiful dark eyes. "Look at me
carefully Victoria. I didn't remember at first either."

I stared up at him, searching those eyes that
searched me back in turn.

"I promised you back then all those years ago
I would own these." He reached into my shirt, drew out the panties
and then dropped them to the floor. "You promised to give them to
me but knew that what I really wanted was the girl herself, not
what she was wearing."

I almost slipped and fell but his strong arms
held me up

In one heart-stopping moment it had all come
back to me. I recognized him now, I knew who he was and the shock
of recognition made me dizzy.

I had known him all along.

"You lived next door to us… on Thornhill
Road… Vincent… but your name wasn't Medici."

He shook his head.

"It's my mother's name. My father's name was
Miller."

"Vincent Miller."

The bold little boy next door who saved me so
many times, from animals, from falls and from the mean kids in
town. He kept telling me he loved me but he couldn't ever stop
trying to see under my dress as well.

"You're that crazy little kid." I said,
putting my hand to his face. "That crazy little kid who wouldn’t
leave me alone."

"You're that clever little kid who was always
getting herself in trouble."

"You're that dirty little boy who wouldn’t
give up on seeing my underwear."

"You're that dirty little girl who used to
let me look. All the time."

My heart pounded wildly. I was shaking like a
leaf. I felt my face burn and my still naked pussy go wet with
insane desire for him. It was true. I had always teased him,
knowing he loved it, knowing it drove him wild but never letting
him lay a finger on me. I liked him but I still didn't like boys. I
couldn't understand why anyone would always wanted to see up my
skirt but suddenly I realized that it had turned me on as every bit
as much then as it did now - I just didn’t know it at the time.

"You promised me you would give them to
me."

He pulled me in closer to him and I felt his
huge erection throb against my body. How many years of desire were
pent up behind that one?

"Do you remember?" He said. "You were trapped
in that tree? Out back of your house, the one you couldn't ever
resist climbing but that you always got stuck in. You promised me
if I could get you down from there that you would give me anything
I wanted."

The memory was coming back. I molded myself
to him and when he raised me up I wrapped my thighs around his hips
allowing him to push hard into me in response.

He growled into my ear.

"I said you knew what I wanted and you nodded
your head. I pointed up at them and you wrapped your dress tight
around you."

I remembered it all now, so clearly all at
once even though it had been buried inside me for so long.

"I had to climb the tree to get you down and
all I could see every time I looked up was that pretty dress,
opening and closing in the summer breeze and the cotton panties you
wore that day. I was in love Victoria. I still am."

"Don’t say that."

He began raining kisses down on my neck, my
face, my cheek and then he pressed his lips to mine. His body
pushed deeper into me and as my skirt rode up I felt the soft wet
fabric of his suit press tantalizingly against me.

It was exciting, exhilarating, but what I
wanted now was humanity, not virgin Italian sheep's wool. I wanted
him inside me again, now and forever.

"Just take." I hissed into his ear. "Take it
now. Take me now." The words drove him wild. I had always known how
to drive him wild, even back then before we hardly knew what any of
this was about.

He grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore
it open scattering tiny buttons everywhere.

Another shirt ruined, but who was
counting?

I grabbed his shirt and tried to do the same
but it held. He finished the job for me with one hand and in
seconds revealed his powerful, muscular, perfectly cut and ripped
torso.

"You tried to cover yourself all the time as
I climbed up but no matter what you did I could still see." He
said.

The memory was crystal clear now - like it
was just yesterday. I felt the thrill of being looked at again -
for the first time - the thrill of being wanted so much that it
caused pain.

I pressed my lips to his ear.

"You saw everything I wanted you to see."

It was the truth.

I had wanted to drive that little boy wild
and I had succeeded. When he reached the branch I was on he had the
first erection I had ever seen in my life. It was so cute, but
weird too, scary, thrilling. I reached out my hand to him as he
inched closer to me and he offered no resistance as I pushed him
back.

He was weak - weak for me - helpless, lost
and out of control.

He fell backwards out of the tree and tumbled
down onto the soft brush below. Then he lay there staring up at me
in total confusion. I jumped down and landed easily beside him. I
never did have any problem getting into or getting out of that
tree. I stood there next him making sure he could see everything he
wanted to see as I spoke to him.

'Thanks.' I said to him. 'I owe you one.' I
walked off and left him there but I couldn’t wait to see him again,
do the same thing to him all over again but when I got home from
school the next day there was no car outside their house and nobody
home. I waited for days, weeks, staring out my bedroom window and
over the garden fence waiting for them to return but they never
did. I never saw him again until the day he walked into the
reception of his own building and confronted me with that absurd
text message soliciting cash for underwear.

I put my lips close to his ear again.

"You're right." I said. "I still owe you
one."

His long, powerful body flexed into action.
In a second he was down on his knees pressing his face to my
abdomen - hot kisses going everywhere - he pulled down my skirt
leaving me naked from the waist up and naked but for garters and
stockings from the waist down.

He shrugged off what was left of his shirt
and reached around to push his hands between my thighs from behind.
Hot water poured down between my legs and crashed over his huge
shoulders and back.

"You dirty little bitch." He said. "You've
been driving me out of my mind my whole life long. "

I grabbed his wet hair in my hands and pulled
his head back.

"What happened to you? Why the fuck did you
go away?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm right here now. No
more teasing Victoria Price, you're mine now."

He pushed his head between my legs and began
to lave and work me. My body shuddered as he licked me feverishly
to the first aching orgasm. I had nearly climaxed already when he
turned his attention to my thighs and the garters holding my
stockings up.

The interruption made me angry, urgent.

"Don’t stop now damn it, finish what you
started."