Elena lay peacefully on the patio of their Duran home. The cerulean blue bikini hugged her form as she bathed in the basking glow of the sun’s rays. Her green eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as a brilliant straw Panama hat provided shade for her face. The mood was tranquil. The waters of the swimming pool was calm and inviting. An array of tropical birds sat amongst the palm trees which ran around the property.
She had always been a fan of nature even back in her native country.
She propped herself up on her elbows against the surface of the deck chair.
It had been several weeks since she had last seen Antonio Geist. She definitely found him attractive, and she would often catch herself thinking about him and the times that they had had sex.
Geist made love to her the way no man had ever done before which such raw power, passion and intensity. He almost instinct my knew how to bring out her inner most desires and he did it with such skill that it drove her wild.
She could sense herself getting aroused and she slid her hand into her bikini bottom sensually.
What was a girl supposed to do?
She hated her bastard husband who’s level of depravity and sadism she was completely oblivious to.
Then there was Antonio, her husband’s archenemy who although was painted out to be some kind of villain figure; had always shown her warmth and protection.
She began to feel herself getting hot and wet between her thighs at the thought of Geist.
She panted softly and moaned as she touched herself.
She closed her eyes tightly and bit down on her bottom lip.
She was transported back to his room and the confines of his bed.
She dropped his sheets tightly and buried her face into the pillow releasing long pent of screams and moans into the silent security of the pillow. He had her petite frame bent over on all fours, his strong hands with a secure grasp on her hips as he thrust into her from behind. Her long dark hair was a mess but she didnt care.
His thrusts were strong and intense. Her vaginal muscles struggling to accommodate him. It was powerful and robust with a hearty virility that she could only ever imagine.
Charlie had never made love to her like Antonio did, and more so it had been a long time since Charlie had touched her.
The idea of having sex with her husband’s enemy only turned her on more as she replayed over and over again all of the things he had done to her. All of the vile and foul things he had put her through.
With his pelvic thrusts, the embedded energy sent ripples across her round buttocks.
This pure primal, passionate sexual energy encompassed her and for once she felt satisfied and free.
She thrust herself back against him, pushing herself up on her knees and she grabbed his hands and drew them to cup her breasts. His grip was powerful and amazing. She felt secure in his hands.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought his lips to her neck.
If she had to describe the way he made love to her, it would be that he was a madman; an untamed beast that ravished her with sexual intensity and pure desire.
Geist grasped Elena’s naked body tightly as he climaxed within her confines.
She yet out a powerful moan and fell limp into his arms.
These were the thoughts that drove her wild.
She snapped back to reality from her fantasy and swung her legs off of the deck chair.
As she set her bare feet on the deck, she sauntered towards the house.
She was startled when she opened the sliding patio door and there was none other than Antonio Geist himself sitting at a barstool.
I sat there quietly.
“You startled me.” She began.
“What are you doing here?” Elena mused.
I drummed my hand upon the countertop of the bar.
“This is a nice place. Really nice.” I interjected.
“I wouldn’t have expected someone of Charlie Duran’s status to live so flamboyantly. But then again that is Charlie.”
Elena approached me subtly.
“He was with his intern last night.” I began.
I produced a manila envelope and laid out the photographs that Marco had captured. Charlie in various stages of sexual depravity with the young blonde intern.
“It would seem that not only does your husband have a penchant for other women, he has a penchant for college aged girls.”
Elena glanced over the photographs, her anger building.
“His intern. His yoga instructor. A couple of female judges and of course the maid.”
“We’ve been tracking him for several weeks now. We’re just about ready to make our move. But first, remember I need you to fulfill your part of the plan and invite him to dinner. Sora will be performing and she will definitely want to meet the esteemed Attorney General Mr. Charles Duran.”
The pain and anger came flooding back.
“My own sister.” She murmured between sobs as tears ran down her cheeks.
“He slept with my sister and threatened the others if I would not marry him.”
I shifted my gaze to her.
“I did what I could but it wasn’t enough.”
“There was never any satisfying his sexual desires. Nothing was ever good enough. I resisted his advances the best I could. I even fled the Capital and sought refugee back home in the countryside but he found me.”
“Government agents descended on my parents home. They kicked the door in while we were eating dinner. We were helpless.”
The tears ran in streams down her cheeks.
“He came sauntering in so smug and obnoxiously confident. His gun in hand like he was some kind of cowboy.”
“He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me towards the door, but then he caught sight of my younger sister.”
“He instructed his agents to hold my parents at gunpoint. He said that he would order them to be executed if I did not give him my sister. I begged for him to just kill me and leave them all alone. He wasn’t hearing it. He demanded Iliana.”
“He shoved me into the arms of my mother and grabbed Iliana by the arm. He drug her from the house into the night. The agents followed. She was never the same girl after that. She brought home a letter demanding our silence, cooperation and that I marry him otherwise he would return for Svetlana.”
I stood up and approached her.
“He thought I forgot and I was supposed to be some happy go lucky trophy housewife. But the whole time, I planned and plotted myself. I hoped to find someway to strike at him. One day, my mother called she told me the stories for the neighboring port city. The dock workers they all told of this Ghost. They said Ghost was a fair and just man, a man of the people who enterprised around the globe. They said he was a man who could be sought after to receive justice when you could not go to the police. That’s when I began seeking you.”
She stood before me and looked up into my eyes.
I brushed the tears from her face.
Silence.
She reached behind her back and undid her bikini top allowing the blue fabric to fall to a lump on the floor. She did the same to her bikini bottom.
“Take me Mr. Ghost. Take me now. Right here.” She whispered closing her green eyes and pursuing her lips, pressing them against mine.
We had sex right there in the middle of the kitchen floor underneath the watchful eyes of a portrait of Charlie Duran.
Time waits for no man, and at the end of the day regardless of how you try to play with and manipulate the clock; eventually your time will come to an end.
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