Sociopath? (6 page)

Under the whipped cream was raspberry sauce
and under that was hot fudge. He licked it off until he came to her
bare skin and he kept licking until she was murmuring in
anticipation. Then he moved away and simply waited. She opened her
eyes.

“Why are you stopping, Rafe? Keep going. I’m
so close!”

“I think I’ll stop unless you can convince me
how bad you need it.”

“What do you want me to do?” Her golden eyes
were sloe-eyed with lust.

“Lift your legs as high as you can and spread
them as far apart as you can. Hold yourself open. Show me how eager
you are. Beg me, Lexie.”

She did as he said, lifting her long, honey
gold legs as high as she could get them and moving them apart until
she was almost doing the splits lying down, holding herself apart.
“Please, Rafe, please, finish me. Please, Baby!”

“Are you begging?”

“Yes!”

“Say it then.”

“I’m begging, Rafe. I’m begging you to make
me come!” Her voice was hoarse.

He leaned down into her, licking and sucking
and tracing magic figure eights on her clit with his tongue until
she called out to him - “Oh, God, oh, God, oh God, oh Rafe!”

Rafe didn’t get off on power trips,
necessarily, he just like doing whatever it took to light her
fire.

“Now get up. It’s my turn.”

She rose and he took her place on the
table.

“Give me the whole treatment - the fudge, the
raspberry sauce, the whipped cream.”

Carefully, she bedecked his nipples and his
cock with all the ingredients, then began licking and sucking.

When he was hard and ready, she said, “now
you beg me, Rafe.”

“Come here for a minute,” he told her.

When she came close, he took a handful of her
long, blonde hair and pulled her face close to his.

“No, Sweetheart, that’s not the way it will
ever be. You will always be the beggar. Now, let me hear you plead
to be allowed to make me come.”

For a moment, it seemed as if she was going
to resist until that gleaming smile flashed across his face.

“Please, Rafe, please let me suck you. I want
to feel your cock in my mouth. I’m pleading with you, Rafe.”

“Good girl, do it, Lexie.”

*

That time set the tone for their future
relationship. She discovered that his dominance and her submission
turned her inside out with desire, and he was happy to oblige. He
knew it made her hot when he pinched her nipples just enough to
hurt or slapped her face hard enough to sting. She liked him to
plunge his cock into her ass and pump her so hard that she cried
from the pain even as she was having an orgasm. She liked being
given orders to wait on him, washing him in the bathtub, then
drying him off, before giving him a massage - or bringing him
breakfast in bed, having to wait until he was done before she was
allowed to eat herself. Sometimes, he made her crawl to him on her
hands and knees and then stay on all fours in front of him while he
finished watching the ballgame, ignoring her, until finally he gave
her permission to take his cock in her mouth.

He stopped at the pet store and bought a gold
lame dog collar. The next time, he went to her house, he fastened
it around her lovely neck.

“I don’t want you to take it off. As long as
you have it on, it means you’re my property.”

“Oh, Rafe,” she told him, “I’d do anything
for you, anything at all.”

“I know, Lexie. What I want you to do right
now is lick me all over. Make sure you’re careful because if you
miss a spot, I’ll have to make you begin again. You can start in
the back. When you’re done, Sweetheart, I’ll screw you for your
reward.”

She began with his toes and worked her way
up, being very, very careful to cover every single inch of him.

*

Three weeks it lasted. Lane was getting
really upset with him because she was feeling so neglected. He’d
barely had anything to do with her since this all started with
Alexis. He came home late and when he did, he was fucking tired. He
thought it was getting about time to rehearse the old “sorry”
speech when she told him her husband was going to be back that
night from Hong Kong and they’d have to stop until he left again.
But she assured him that he travelled a lot and it wouldn’t be long
until he went on another trip. She told him that she loved him more
than she’d ever loved anyone in her life and she could hardly bear
the thought of being apart from him.

And he was thinking, “oh, oh, I don’t even
want to be hearing this.”

He fingered the gold collar. “You might want
to take this off, Sweetheart, before your husband gets home.”

She didn’t know he had absolutely no
intention of ever seeing her again. He’d been there and done that
and he was ready to travel on. As he moved along the path back over
to Heron Point, he was wondering about who would be next. A sexual
shape-shifter, he could be whatever they needed him to be. If they
wanted a swashbuckling pirate who would take them by force, he
could be that. If they wanted a romantic poet who would seduce them
with sensitivity, he could be that too. It all came out the same in
the end. In the meantime, there was always Lane.

By the time, he reached the Heron Point
property line, Alexis was a sweet, but receding, memory.

* *

“Hey, Laney, where are you, Lane?”

“Here, Rafe, I’m in the kitchen.”

“Have you already eaten?”

“No, I was just getting ready to put a pizza
in the oven. Does that sound all right to you?”

“Pizza sounds great. I’m starved.”

“Are you staying home tonight, Rafe?”

“Yep.”

“I’m really glad. Mom and Dad went to some
banquet in Washington. They’re spending the weekend. They gave the
staff the time off. I was dreading being here all alone.”

“So that means it’s just the two of us?”

“Yes.”

“Good. C’mere, Sweetie.”

He had jumped up to sit on the counter top.
She walked to where she was standing between his legs. He circled
them around her and pulled her tight against the counter. Then he
leaned down and kissed her, putting her hand on his crotch. Her
knees felt weak.

“Do you think you’ll be ready to go to bed
early tonight, Lane?” he murmured in her ear.

*

He watched her as she brought him his pizza,
then sat beside him at the table in the kitchen. She was twelve
now. She’d always been a pretty little girl but you could begin to
tell that she was going to be beautiful in a few more years. She
was about 5’3 and he guessed she weighed about a hundred pounds.
She had a cute little butt in her jeans and her breasts were
starting to swell under her tee-shirt. Her hair, palest blonde, was
below her shoulders. She was the opposite of him. Her blue eyes
were so guileless, you could read her thoughts in them as easily as
if they were written in a book. Her smile was so happy and
innocent, seeing it made him happy too.

*

It was good, he thought, that the folks were
gone this weekend. That way he could devote himself to her, petting
her and lavishing her with attention until the wounded feelings
about how much he’d stayed away lately were all soothed over. He
knew he could do it because she never held a grudge. All he had to
do was pay her some attention and she bounded back eager to please.
She reminded him of a puppy in that way. In fact, having her was a
lot like having a pet. He would never have said that to anyone
because they would think it sounded callous, but it was true. If
you brought a pet into your life, you had to be willing to be
responsible for feeding it and bathing it and training it and
seeing that its needs were taken care of and loving it too. He’d
taken her on and had done all those things. He smiled a little at
the thought. People said he reminded them of a cat but if he was a
cat, she was lovable Cocker Spaniel puppy.

*

“We’ll take our shower together tonight,” he
told her.

That was something he usually didn’t allow
because he was ultra-cautious. One of them had to be available to
answer the door at all times should anyone ever come knocking. He
couldn’t remember that ever happening but what if it did and the
knocker got no response from either of them? What would they think?
But, alone in the house tonight, he figured he could make an
exception.

He lathered her hair with shampoo, running
his fingers through it the way he’d done so many times when she was
little. He washed her all over with a soapy sponge, across her
shoulders and down her back and around her buttocks, then he turned
her around and tickled it lightly across her breasts, traced a path
down her belly. He ran a pink fluffy pouf back and forth between
her legs.

She was standing with her legs wide apart,
her eyes closed, breathing hard.

“No, not yet, Lane, not ‘til we’re in bed.
You wash me now.”

So he stood while she did the same to him as
he’d done to her. He let himself relax and enjoy the soothing,
sensuous sensation of the sponge on his back and hips and legs and
chest and groin.

They dried one another off and jumped into
bed.

He could feel her pressing so hard against
him, he could hardly breathe. He knew it was a reaction to him
being away so much. He kissed her and felt her lips part under his.
Practically all he had to do this first time was touch her to bring
her to climax but that was okay. They had all night. He’d make it
happen again and again. He’d let her stay with him tonight,
something else he never did.

He sucked her nipples. “I think you’re
actually trying to grow some boobs, Lane,” he told her
teasingly.

“Do you hate it that I don’t have breasts
yet, Rafe.”

“No, Honey, just be patient, you’ll have them
soon enough.”

He kissed and licked and sucked her between
her legs until she gasped, “I don’t think I can stand it
anymore.”

He put her hand on his erection. “Are you
sure, Lane, that you can’t stand it anymore? I hate to waste this
perfectly good hard-on. Do you think maybe you could stand it just
one more time?”

“Yes, Rafe, yes, put it in me!”

She lay against her pillow, exhausted and
satiated.

“Rafe?”

“What, Sweetie?”

Her voice was soft and tentative. “All those
times you were gone, were you with a girl?”

He hesitated, wondering if he should lie to
save her feelings, then decided, the truth was probably the best
policy. They were brother and sister and they were never going to
be able to have anything like a normal relationship. She might as
well face that reality sooner rather than later.

“Yes, Lane.”

“Oh.” She was silent for a moment, then, “can
I ask you one more question, Rafe?”

“You can ask me as many questions as you
want.”

“Do you still love me best?”

“Not just best, Laney, but only. You’re the
only person I love.”

He pulled her to him and put his arms around
her.

“Can I stay here with you tonight, Rafe?”

“Yes, Honey.”

She told herself to wake up during the night
just to feel him there. Once, he was snuggled up beside her with
his face in her neck. She could feel the warms puffs of his breath
against her shoulder. His chest was against her back, his groin
against her bottom, and his arm across her waist. The next time she
woke, he was on his back with one hand on her thigh. She thought it
was probably the happiest night of her life, being able to spend
the whole time with him right beside her.

When she awoke in the morning, he’d kicked
off the covers and was lying naked on his side, facing away from
her. His body was so beautiful, so brown and lean. She could see
one muscular shoulder and the sweep of his torso and one hip and
his long legs. She wanted to reach out and run her hand along his
length but she didn’t want to disturb him.

“I can feel you staring at me, Lane,” he said
in a low voice, rolling in her direction.

“I was thinking I wish I could wake up in bed
with you every morning.”

“You know that can never be, Honey.”

“I know, Rafe, I was just wishing.”

“But, we’re here now, Laney, so I expect we’d
better take advantage of it while we can, don’t you?”

*

They rode the horses to the cabin on Mount
Vincennes. He packed food and cooked them hamburgers on the grill,
then made love to her in the bedroom there - and then again in the
pool when they got back to the house.

That night in bed, he asked her, “aren’t you
taking a sex ed class this year, Lane?”

“Yes.”

“Have you learned about masturbation
yet?”

“No, what’s masturbation?”

“It’s when you make yourself come, Laney. I
think it’s something you need to learn to do so when I’m not here
you can still make yourself feel good.”

“But I don’t want to do it to myself, Rafe, I
want you to do it and if you’re not here, I’ll just wait. I don’t
even think I could do it myself because it doesn’t sound, it
doesn’t even sound fun!”

“It would be fun for me, Honey, it would be
fun for me to watch. Will you do it for me?”

“Do I have to, Rafe?”

He tickled her in her ribs. “Let’s put it
this way, Lane. If you do it so I can watch, it will turn me on and
make my cock hard and if my cock gets hard, then I can fuck you, so
you have to do something for me if you want me to do something for
you.”

She sighed. “Okay, Rafe, tell me what to
do.”

“Spread your legs apart and put your hand
down there and just do what I do when I make you come by touching
you.” He began to whisper in her ear. “Think about me watching,
Lane, and how it’s making me hot.”

And that’s what finally did it. She really
didn’t have any desire to do it for herself so in her mind she
thought about pleasing him. She pictured him watching and getting
hard. And she thought about how when it was over, he’d get on top
of her and she’d feel him sliding into her. She started to get that
feeling and she rubbed herself faster and harder until she arched
her back and gave a little cry. And instantly, he was on her and
fulfilled his part of the bargain.