Chapter 17
Tacy
Another fucking week off work. I’m going out of my mind. Worrying about when the cops might arrest me. Worrying about my kids…what they are thinking and the trauma they’ve endured having their mother kidnapped and their house broken into. The list goes on. Losing their father. Worrying about who’s going to come for me next, or if I might be shot while out running errands. Worrying about how many more people will die on this medication Duselizab. And why they haven’t taken it off the market yet. To say I’m angry is an understatement. Ready to crawl out of my skin, shapeshift into a giant spider, spin these assholes up in their own webs and suck them dry is more like it.
I keep the alarm on and had the alarm company come out and install double back-up batteries. So even if the power goes out, the batteries will kick in. Odd, because I thought they had installed them already. My savior, Aris, a.k.a. my stalker, lurks two blocks away from my house every night. I see him drive past my house every day. I wonder what he does for a living and how he can just come and go at all hours of the day as he pleases. Does he have a job? A life? I can’t worry about his life right now. I have to worry about mine. I’m the one in the hot seat. Next item on the list – hire an attorney.
“What are you doing?” that comforting notification sound erupts from my cell phone.
“Looking for an attorney. Because the cops think I killed Orion Starkey,” I press send.
“I won’t let you go down for that, Tacy. I promise.”
“Good. Because the last thing I want to do is turn you in, but I can’t go to prison. I have two small children who rely on me. And their dad is dead.”
“I know.”
“How do you know me? I mean, you know everything about me and even had my phone number, but I have never heard your name in my life.”
“You took care of me a long time ago.”
I search my memory bank for patients with Aris’s build that might have flirted with me. There have been a few. But most of the folks I see are in bad shape. Since my floor handles mostly neuro-spine cases, we see lots of back pain patients in their older years and folks with neurological disorders. Too debilitating to allow them to follow a deranged nurse around and even save her ass from her former cult leader’s knife.
I mean, there was Sol, of course. My breath catches in my throat. Could this be Sol? No. Stop it, Tacy. Sol is dead. You saw his casket go into the ground…but you didn’t see his body. The funeral director assured me Sol’s body was too bloated to have a viewing or an open casket. But I identified his body initially. I think back to that moment at the morgue. The man had Sol’s tattoo on his upper right bicep, and he had Sol’s dark wavy hair, but was it him? I gave a positive ID. I was sure it was Sol. But now…I’m not so sure.
I can’t help but consider the uncanny similarities between my savior and Sol. Same height and pretty much the same build. Though Aris seems a bit bulkier. But that doesn’t mean Sol couldn’t have gained more muscle mass. His cock leans to the left, just like Sol’s. The fact that Aris seems to know everything about my life and knew there was a blind spot on the back porch. That phone call that Cammy took that I thought was a mistake. She swore it was her dad! Not to mention, Aris won’t show me his face or even let me hear his voice. How can I get him to admit it? If I can get him to visit me…I’ll just nonchalantly rip his fucking mask off. And if it is my dead husband, Solomon? I’ll kick his ass for leaving us like he did.
“I want to see you again,” I text back sweetly. “It’s comforting when you’re around.”
“Well, I’m right down the street, Babydoll. Always watching you.”
“That’s not what I mean. I want to see you. Up close. Like that night in the driveway.” Just the thought of it makes me wet, so I know it’s getting him hard. I taunt him. “That was so fucking hot.”
“You are so fucking sexy,” he replies.
“Why don’t you come over tonight?” I throw it out there. “You can keep the mask on. We can just talk outside.”
Oh shit, I forgot he doesn’t even want to talk to me. I need to rewind that.
“Or whatever.” Or whatever? What am I a teenage girl? Jesus. I’m a flustered mess. Which is interesting, because it’s the exact effect Solomon used to have on me. Even after a decade of marriage, he still made me nervous. I always wanted to impress him.
“Okay. I’ll be there around ten. Make sure the kids are asleep.”
Bingo. I got you, you death-defying bastard.
Aris
She wants to see me tonight. And talk to me. I’m installing a voice changer inside my mask. I’m beginning to wonder if she’s onto me. It’s still too early for her to know about me. I don’t want anyone outside of The Rebellis to know I’m alive. Then again…it’s Tacy. My wife. My ride or die. She would take my secret to the grave, if I asked her to. Still…it’s best to stay incognito.
I leave my truck in a parking lot on the other side of the woods beside the neighborhood. It’s an abandoned lot that was once used for commuters who worked downtown. Now, half of those businesses have been shut down due to rising property taxes, and the city has purchased the buildings. The Org is behind every shady business venture.
I mask up and jump out the truck, quietly closing and locking the door. I pull my phone out and text her that I’m walking up. It’s nine-fifty-nine pm. My stomach growls. Something it does when I’m nervous. This is the first time I’m coming face-to-face with Tacy and not during a struggle. It’s probably a stupid idea. I should have told her no, but how can I say no to her, when all I want to do is slide my cock into her little wet cunt…I shake the thought of her naked body from my mind.
I stay in the shadows and sidle up to the garage door. Tacy plods down the porch steps in a pair of slippers I gave her for Christmas. Her diamond engagement ring gleams in the porch light, matching the red highlights in her hair and the twinkle in her eyes. She’s gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. The woman could wear a fucking garbage bag and still give me an erection.
I tap on the voice changer behind my mask, turning it on, and greet her.
“Hi,” I say and my stomach grumbles louder as she approaches me in the dark driveway.
“Hi…Aris,” she says and beams. “Love the new look.”
There’s a chill in the air, and she shivers a bit then wraps her peacoat tighter around her curvy body. I wish I could get her out of those clothes.
“Thanks,” I say, and my voice comes out all warped. Low and gravelly like the slasher on that horror movie from the nineties. “And you look amazing.”
“It’s cold tonight,” she says, shiny white teeth chattering a bit. I don’t know why, but this is the most breathtaking she’s ever looked. Even more beautiful than on our wedding day. Maybe it’s because as bad as I want her, I can’t have her. Not yet at least.
“Why don’t you come inside?” She suggests.
I shake my head and suck in air, “No. That’s okay.”
“Let me rephrase that. It’s cold out here, Daddy. Come inside,” she says, every word dripping with sex. She sticks out her bottom lip and bats her eyelashes at me. Hearing my old bedroom pet name woke my cock right up.
“You got it, Babydoll,” I concede and follow her around the side of the house and into the back door. What am I doing? I shouldn’t go inside. Can’t go inside. But oh my God, I miss her body.
She pushes open the door and closes it gently behind us. Locking two deadbolts and the knob. Then she rushes over to the alarm system and enters the code to secure it again.
“I know you’re here, but you can never be too careful,” she says and takes her coat off. She lays it across a chair in the kitchen and comes over to me, swaying her hips and giving me those bedroom eyes.
“Follow me,” she says and walks me down the hallway to the bedroom. Fuck. I should leave. I can’t be here. But God it feels so good. So right.
We pass by the kids’ rooms – Cammy’s on the left; Ben’s on the right. And I long to see my children’s faces again. Hear their little voices. I missed so much this past year.
We enter the bedroom, and Tacy shuts the door behind us. She locks it. Then immediately unbuttons her blouse. It falls to the floor exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples are firm and pink.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” I ask and draw back. “We can’t do this.”
I really should go.
She whips off her belt and unbuttons her jeans, stepping out of them and revealing her bare pussy. She went commando. She planned this.
“Come on, Daddy,” my wife coos. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Tacy runs her hand over her hip and then over the little knob between her legs. Just barely brushing it. Teasing me.
“Why, Tacy? Why are you doing this to me?” My cock is hard as a rock and straining against my jeans. Has she figured me out? Even with the mask and the voice changer? Maybe not…maybe she’s just horny as fuck. It’s been a long time since I technically died, after all.
She sways over and grabs my hand, then places it on her breast. “Isn’t it nice and soft?”
I nod. Then oblige her by cupping her breast in my hand and gently pinching the nipple.
She takes my other hand, turns it downward, and rubs it up the center of her slit. She’s dripping wet and her little clit is erect.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan into her ear.
“Yes, exactly,” she says and jumps on top of me, throwing me backwards onto the bed. She straddles me, grinding her pussy over my clothed crotch. I’m pulsating and ready to penetrate her little cunt. But I can’t. One look at my cock up close and she’ll know it’s me.
I sit up and plop her to the side of the mattress.
“No, Tacy. I can’t fuck you.”
She bounces off the bed, pouts, and folds her arms over her chest. “Why not, Aris King?”
She’s mocking me now. Not with her body, with her words. She fucking knows it’s me.
“Because I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I say and stand up. I fix my mask, which has nearly fallen off my head…probably part of her devious little plan. “You’re vulnerable right now. And I’d be a dick to take advantage of that.”
“You are a dick. What’s the difference in fucking me or not?” Her jaw shoots to the side and her eyes affix to mine.
“You’re being a little brat, you know that?”
Tacy turns around and bends over, touching her toes and lifting her ass in the air. “A little brat who needs to be punished.”
My head falls back, and I groan loudly. It comes out all warbled and weird. But God, I just want to kiss her. And slam my cock into her. Fill her with my cum. I’m aching to be inside of her. To feel her pussy wrapped around me. Sweet release.
She backs her ass up into me, then slaps it. It jiggles, reminding me of what it looks like when I’d fuck her from the back. Bouncing and wiggling on my dick.
I grab her ass with one hand, then slap her other cheek. “I love that fat ass, Babydoll.”
She’s got me now. I’m sucked in. I can’t fight it anymore…
Her ass rubs against my crotch, and I can’t take anymore. I unzip my jeans and pull out my length. It hits the open air and Tacy whips around, immediately wrapping her lips around it. She sucks the head and strokes the length with both hands.
“Oh my God,” I say as I stroke her hair. “You’re good at that, aren’t you?”
I look down at her and catch her staring up at me with those big doe eyes. I could cum right now watching her luscious mouth caressing my cock. I’m all worked up and sweating and the plastic mask isn’t helping matters.
She continues sucking on me and lightly squeezing my balls for a few minutes before she pops up and crosses the room. She slides open the nightstand drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?
“Don’t worry, they’re not for you,” she says and giggles as she clips one of the cuffs to her wrist. “They’re for me.”
“I’m not going to…” but before I could refuse, she slaps me in the face. Enough to catch me off guard and sting just slightly.
“You little brat,” I say and try to grab her, but she vaults backwards out of my grasp.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” I chase her and pin her to the wall. It’s a good thing our kids have always been heavy sleepers because we’re making a lot of noise, and the fucking hasn’t even started.
I press her harder into the wall. She’s giggling and panting and stroking my cock. I’m breathing heavily and running my fingers up her wet center. We kiss…long and hard. Good thing there’s a large mouth hole in this stupid fucking mask. Now we’re both out of breath and ready to do some real damage to one another. This is what I always loved about Tacy in the bedroom…she’s just as unhinged as me. You close the bedroom door and release the freak inside of her.
She leads me to the bed, slips the cuff through the metal headboard, and clicks it onto her other wrist. She kneels on the bed and sticks her ass in the air. “Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl. I’m ready for my spanking now.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?” I say as I take my long, hard cock in one hand and gently slide it up the center of her, from clit to ass. The warmth and wetness of her pussy sends tingles up my spine. Then I smack her ass lightly. I repeat but smack her other ass cheek, this time a little harder. She’s whining, meowing, and whimpering like a cat in heat. She shifts her weight from one knee to the other, teasing me.
I bend over her, letting my tip enter her, and whisper in her ear, “should we have a safe word, Babydoll?”
“Yes,” she groans. “The safe word is Tahiti.”
Of course she would say that. It was one of our favorite places to go in the world. Also, a place where we tried anal for the first time. She knows it’s me. But I don’t care. I’m riding this disguise to the bitter fucking end. Especially because she thinks she’s figured me out. She thinks she’s smarter than me. I’ll teach her a lesson.
“Tahiti it is,” I say and bury my face in her ass. I drag my tongue from her clit up over her cunt, over and over, until she’s whimpering and trembling with desire. She tastes like heaven. Like strawberries and whipped cream. I dip my finger into her little pussy, evoking a squeal from her pouty red lips.
“Shhh,” I say. “You’ll wake the kids.”
I clamp my hand over her mouth, and she bites my finger. Not hard but enough to draw a yelp out of me. I smack her ass again, harder than before. She whines but sticks her ass back in the air, begging me for more.
“Fuck me, already,” she complains. “Fill me up.”
Her clit is hard, and her face is flushed. There are red handprints on each of her ass cheeks. My handprints. Tacy’s ass is in the air and waiting for my cock. I’ve dreamed of this moment for months. For a year. Since the day I died. I haven’t felt a woman’s touch since the last time we were together. I’ve felt dead inside. But she’s brought me back to life. She’s resurrected me.
I slip my rock-hard cock into her all the way to the hilt and let out a bellow. I sound like a charging bull. The mask and voice warbler are staying strong, even though I’m hot and dripping with sweat. But it doesn’t matter. Tacy’s never been one to mind a little sweat…under the right circumstances.
Her cunt feels like a warm, velvet pocket. It clamps around my cock like a Chinese finger trap, and she moans with delight.
“Yes, Daddy!” She screams. “Harder!”
I pull backwards then slam it back into her and smack her ass again as I do. She yelps and pushes backwards on me.
“Aren’t you a good little Princess?” I say and close my eyes. I can’t believe I’m finally getting to fuck my hot wife again. “I’ve missed this big ass. This tiny pussy.” Wait. Did I say that out loud? No. Keep going. Who cares.
I’m fucking her harder and harder, until her legs start to shake, and she bites down on the pillow. An orgasm engulfs her entire body, and she collapses on the bed.
“Did that feel good?” I ask her. “Get up here, I’m not done with you yet.” I say and reposition her into a kneeling position. I slide my cock back inside of her then reach forward and grab her ponytail. I move in and out of her, tilting my dick enough so that it massages her g-spot. At the same time, I’m pulling her hair as I ride her relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck yes!” She screams, moaning wildly. Pushing harder and harder into me. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long!”
“Well, you have me,” I grunt. I don’t know how many minutes go by, but I make her cum four or five more times. To the point she’s quaking underneath me and begging me to stop.
“Please, no more, Daddy! I can’t…take…anymore,” she pleads. Then moans again.
“You can always use the safe word,” I remind her.
“No,” she whimpers. “I can take it.”
It’s so fucking hot in this room and the mask is incredibly uncomfortable. I can hardly breathe. But I continue ravaging this sweet body of hers, paying special attention to the positions that make her tremble the most. I’ve been holding off but can’t tolerate it anymore. I’m ready to cum.
I lean over and ask, “where do you want me to cum, Babydoll?”
“Inside of me,” she squeaks.
I almost panic. But then remember, this is my fucking wife and she’s telling me to do it.
I grab her hips and pump my cock into her one last time. I let out a groan and release into her, as she’s screaming my name and peaking at the same time.
I collapse onto the bed beside her. She’s lying stomach down, still cuffed to the headboard. I survey my damage. Bruised ass, check. Red pussy, check. Messy hair, check. Panting and smiling wife, check.
She turns her face towards me and says, “hey, hotshot. Wanna uncuff me?”
I stand, nod silently, and reach into the cup on the dresser where we keep the cuff keys. Walk over to her and unlock the cuffs. She leaps up, jumps up onto the bed, puts her hands on her hips, stares into my eyes through the mask and says, “How did you know where the keys were, hmm? I fucking caught you, Solomon Rountree!”