Hi there! This is the second phase of the BlackMail series. In case you missed the previous BlackMail series, catch up on:
Zach called
upon his military skills and went for his wife’s hands first. Fortunately for
him, this time, his wife calmed. Something was wrong with her. She started
having these nightmares almost soon after they had settled on their solitary
island on the Volta. She didn’t seem to recall the dreams or her reactions to
them, which made Zach worry more.
He feared
it may have a lot to do with the tragic and traumatic end of Dale, her ex-lover
and their house, but his wife never told him anything. She had also rejected
his offer to see a specialist. She always said she was fine. But every night,
she screamed the small community awake.
When she
calmed, Zach woke Cathy up gently. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. They
stared back at Zach blankly, as if they could not recognize him. Zach wiped
droplets of sweat from her forehead and nose. She blinked once, twice, and
moaned softly. “Are you awake, love?” Zach asked, concern all over his voice.
Cathy closed
her eyes. She could not look at Zach. She turned her face to the right side. She
felt exhausted.
Zach looked
at her, a worried expression on his face. He tried again: “Cathy, what was it
about? You were screaming again.” He paused. Silence. “I want to help you.”
Silence again. Zach sighed audibly.
Cathy sat
up finally. She leaned against the headboard of their double bed, brought her
knees to her chin, and rested her chin on her arms crossed over her knees. She wished
she could share her nightmares with her husband but she wondered if he didn’t
think she was crazy already, having suggested thus several times.
“My love,”
Zach cut through her thoughts, imploring.
“Zach, I’m
very sorry to put you through so much discomfort. I’ll do my best to minimize
your discomfort. I think I’ve been stressed lately. I just need more rest. Come
on,” she invited as she stretched her legs and reached for him. He hesitated,
knowing he could not pursue the matter further given the direction his wife had
taken. He was a man, after all. He allowed his wife to drag him to his wanton
hell, pleasing him with her mouth and hands. He sighed contented as he ran his
fingers through her hair while she blew him senseless. Wow, he thought, when
did his wife become this good? He sensed his release and disentangled himself
from his wife. When he read disappointment on her face, he kissed her deeply,
nudged her back to the bed, and hovered over her, supporting his weight with
his arms. He would forever be grateful for his military training. With a low
growl, he sought his wife’s lips, caressing one nipple with the pad of his
thumb as he slaughtered with his mouth. He allowed his shaft to find its own
way at the entrance of her sweet, soft centre, caressing her nub with the tip
of his shaft.
Cathy could
not bear the onslaught of emotions that Zach released in her. Where did he
learn to do that? She couldn’t help herself; she writhed underneath him as he
increased the pressure of his tweaking on one nipple and sucked on the other, grazing
it with his perfect white teeth, while simultaneously urging her climax on. He was
driving her crazy! When she attempted the seduction earlier, she did not
anticipate such pleasant enthusiasm. Without meaning to do so, she pleaded, “Zach,
please Zach,” a tear ran down her cheek, “I can’t… oh!” In one swift movement,
Zach thrust into her and she let out a wild scream as she dug her fingernails
into Zach’s backside to push him further into her. She met him thrust for
thrust, intertwining their lips and tongues as they danced. Cathy did not see
her orgasm; it hit her like a shockwave. She froze, and then felt her entire
body vibrate as the feeling spread from her centre to other parts. Zach
followed soon after, letting go so fiercely that she thought he might shatter
over her.
Zach was
careful to collapse beside his wife who snuggled into his side, a blissful
smile on her face. He circled her lush lips with his thick thumb and kissed her
softly. He knew she would sleep soon, and he watched her do so before drifting
off himself.
When Zach
woke up some hours later, he felt the absence of his wife, Cathy. He smiled
when the smell of fried eggs hit his nostrils. He stretched and got out of bed.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw his wife seated on the doorstep leading to
their little backyard garden, her shoulders hunched. Drawing nigh, he thought
he heard sobs. He stood quietly behind her, leaning against one of the pillars,
and waited for her to sense his presence – somehow, his wife always knew he was
there. It did not take long. She turned slowly in his direction, and he saw
that her eyes had become red and puffy from crying, far from what he expected
to see after that special round a few hours earlier. He went to sit by her and
cuddled her. Just then he saw the black envelope tucked under the sole of her
right foot and the slip of paper nearly flitting from her fingers. He took the
paper and opened it to read its contents. It read: “Thou canst run, yea, but
thou cannot hide. I see thee!”
Zach
quickly flipped the sheet over to see if it had a name. There was none, of
course. Who had followed them there? Who else knew about them? He held his wife
tighter.
To be continued…
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