ended last night, so surely it would be the same again. It had to be. She needed to be fucked.
She felt hot, and threw the coverlet off her fevered body. Oh, God! Why did it have to end the way it just had? Lust seemed to be consuming her. Getting up, she went into the bathroom and took a cool shower. Then, taking two aspirin, she got back into bed. It was quarter to five in the morning, and she needed to get a little rest. Soon enough Devyn would be coming to wake her. Annie closed her eyes.
C HAPTER F OUR
S he felt feverish when Devyn came to awaken her. He noted it immediately. “You look as if you didn’t sleep,” he said, concern in his voice.
“I did and I didn’t,” she answered him. “Do I have to get up right now?”
“No, of course not,” he said. “I’m going to go and get Ms. Buckley, Annie. You look drained, and we can’t have our grand-prize winner getting sick on us.” He hurried out, leaving her to fall back on her pillows.
Nora Buckley came immediately to see what was the matter. “Go and bring her breakfast here,” she instructed Devyn. “She’s not used to all this luxury and is probably exhausted now that her weariness is beginning to set in, poor woman.” Nora entered Annie’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting down on the bed, she reached out to feel Annie’s forehead. It was damp, but not hot. “You look like you’ve been run over by a truck,” Nora said candidly. “Now tell me why.”
Annie flushed. “It’s embarrassing,” she said.
“Ah,” Nora murmured, “it’s your fantasy, isn’t it?”
Annie nodded.
“What’s it about?” Nora queried gently.
“You’ll think I’m awful,” Annie began. “I never had a fantasy before, and I never knew what I’d been repressing all these years.” Then she went on to explain the fantasy she seemed to have created for herself.
When she had finished, Nora smiled slightly and said, “My goodness, you are a very bad girl, Annie Miller. I should have never thought it,” she teased.
“I knew you’d think it was awful,” Annie half sobbed.
“Oh, you poor dear,” Nora said, patting her hand. “Not at all. Your fantasy is really quite mild compared to some of them. You just let yourself be sexually tortured too long. You needed to be fucked, and the Channel closed just as it was about to happen. It takes a while to get used to time within the Channel. Tonight you’ll just pick up where you left off, and oh, my, what a delicious beginning. Tell me, what is your Beast like, Annie?”
“He’s human, but part of his face is covered by a silk-and-leather mask. I think he is scarred. He’s very tall. Big. His hair is dark. I haven’t yet seen the color of his eyes. Nora, why did I create a fantasy that tortured me?” Annie asked the woman.
“I’m no expert,” Nora Buckley said, “but I think you felt guilty about having a sexual fantasy. The realistic part of you knows you are a widow, and have been for several years, but the emotional part of you is still attached to your husband. However, he’s dead, and you are very much alive. You have needs that should be fulfilled, but you also have five children, and you don’t want to set a bad example. That’s why the Channel is such a good thing, Annie. You can satisfy those needs privately. No one has to know.”
Annie nodded. “I have to admit I am enjoying myself,” she said softly.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Devyn came in with a breakfast tray. “Thought you could use this,” he said cheerfully.
“Set it down on the table,” Nora instructed him, “and then go and bring me Annie’s schedule sheet for today.” She turned to her companion. “I’ll sit with you while you eat breakfast, and we’ll talk some more.” She took the clipboard Devyn handed her. “Are you up for a walk?” she asked, and Annie nodded. “And how about some time in the pool doing aquacise? The water is heated and just delicious. And a massage
She felt hot, and threw the coverlet off her fevered body. Oh, God! Why did it have to end the way it just had? Lust seemed to be consuming her. Getting up, she went into the bathroom and took a cool shower. Then, taking two aspirin, she got back into bed. It was quarter to five in the morning, and she needed to get a little rest. Soon enough Devyn would be coming to wake her. Annie closed her eyes.
C HAPTER F OUR
S he felt feverish when Devyn came to awaken her. He noted it immediately. “You look as if you didn’t sleep,” he said, concern in his voice.
“I did and I didn’t,” she answered him. “Do I have to get up right now?”
“No, of course not,” he said. “I’m going to go and get Ms. Buckley, Annie. You look drained, and we can’t have our grand-prize winner getting sick on us.” He hurried out, leaving her to fall back on her pillows.
Nora Buckley came immediately to see what was the matter. “Go and bring her breakfast here,” she instructed Devyn. “She’s not used to all this luxury and is probably exhausted now that her weariness is beginning to set in, poor woman.” Nora entered Annie’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting down on the bed, she reached out to feel Annie’s forehead. It was damp, but not hot. “You look like you’ve been run over by a truck,” Nora said candidly. “Now tell me why.”
Annie flushed. “It’s embarrassing,” she said.
“Ah,” Nora murmured, “it’s your fantasy, isn’t it?”
Annie nodded.
“What’s it about?” Nora queried gently.
“You’ll think I’m awful,” Annie began. “I never had a fantasy before, and I never knew what I’d been repressing all these years.” Then she went on to explain the fantasy she seemed to have created for herself.
When she had finished, Nora smiled slightly and said, “My goodness, you are a very bad girl, Annie Miller. I should have never thought it,” she teased.
“I knew you’d think it was awful,” Annie half sobbed.
“Oh, you poor dear,” Nora said, patting her hand. “Not at all. Your fantasy is really quite mild compared to some of them. You just let yourself be sexually tortured too long. You needed to be fucked, and the Channel closed just as it was about to happen. It takes a while to get used to time within the Channel. Tonight you’ll just pick up where you left off, and oh, my, what a delicious beginning. Tell me, what is your Beast like, Annie?”
“He’s human, but part of his face is covered by a silk-and-leather mask. I think he is scarred. He’s very tall. Big. His hair is dark. I haven’t yet seen the color of his eyes. Nora, why did I create a fantasy that tortured me?” Annie asked the woman.
“I’m no expert,” Nora Buckley said, “but I think you felt guilty about having a sexual fantasy. The realistic part of you knows you are a widow, and have been for several years, but the emotional part of you is still attached to your husband. However, he’s dead, and you are very much alive. You have needs that should be fulfilled, but you also have five children, and you don’t want to set a bad example. That’s why the Channel is such a good thing, Annie. You can satisfy those needs privately. No one has to know.”
Annie nodded. “I have to admit I am enjoying myself,” she said softly.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Devyn came in with a breakfast tray. “Thought you could use this,” he said cheerfully.
“Set it down on the table,” Nora instructed him, “and then go and bring me Annie’s schedule sheet for today.” She turned to her companion. “I’ll sit with you while you eat breakfast, and we’ll talk some more.” She took the clipboard Devyn handed her. “Are you up for a walk?” she asked, and Annie nodded. “And how about some time in the pool doing aquacise? The water is heated and just delicious. And a massage
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