The Lighthouse (Closed Thread)

[Annabelllee2003]

Dragging on her clothes with shaking hands, Rita's eyes are bright with anxiety.

"Neal, let me talk to him first. Maybe he doesn't have to know about you." She wants to protect him. Edward can be so ruthless.

"Rita you don't know what he's going to do."

"Please Neal, just go in the bedroom."

The cottage is small enough for him to be able to hear what goes on in the living room.

With apprehension, he finally backs into the bedroom. Just in case, his pistol is in his hand.

Rita takes a deep shuddering breath, composing herself. When the knock comes, she's as ready as she can be.

"Hello Edward. Nice of you to drop by."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Through the door he can hear Edward's words and his anger, the accusations, the threats. It's hard for him to stay calm as he hears her voice rise in fear, but he waits. He waiats until he can wait no longer, and then he opend the door and steps into the room.

Rita's sitting in a chair, her face red with tears and anger, and Edward's standing over her, angrier still, and now totally surprised. "Who the hell are you?"

Neal smiles. "Me? I'm just a witness." he says.

Edward looks at him uncertainly, doubt suddenly showing on his face. It is not an expression he wears well and he steps away from Rita, drawing himself up and trying to put on his dignity.

"What is this?" he says suspiciously. "Just what the hell are you trying to pull here, Rita? Who is he?"

"I'm her adviser, Mr Bern. And I'm here to see that she doesn't get screwed over. Now I know you've found a little irregularity in your books, and I know that you think Rita would be an ideal scapegoat, don't you? Especially if something were to happen to her, if she might decide to take her own life, say. Or if she should meet with some sort of accident on this icey and treacherous island."

"What the hell are you implying" Edward said angrily. "Are you saying I came out here to kill her?"

"No. I think you came out here to say goodbye and to wish her well. And to make sure that she wasn't going to reveal the details of your sordid affair, which would get you in all sorts of trouble. Possibly even sink your company. Certainly trigger some investigations and an audit. And you wouldn't want an audit before you can find and correct that irregularity in your books, would you, Mr Bern?"

"You wouldn't dare." Bern said. "And who would believe her word against mine?"

"Her word and the words of about half your entire company." Neal said. "You never were discrete, Mr. Bern. It's common knowledge about what was going on between you two."

"And so you expect me just to kiss that money goodbye and walk out of here? Is that what you think?"

"Yes, sir. That's what I think."

Rita was bursting with pride and a feeling of power as she saw Edward stand there steaming with rage and Neal, refusing to be intimidated. She remembered her 'dates' with Edward, his callousness towards her, the way he humiliated her, all the times she'd been called into his office and told to get on her knees. And she had done it.

Well she wasn't doing it now. And she realized that all she'd been looking for by selling herself to Edward she was blessed with now in Neal. She'd been looking for the wrong thing in the worng place, and thank God she'd found him at all.

"I think we're finished here." Neal said. He went to the coat hook and threw Edward's parka at him. "I suggest you leave. It looks like another storm is coming through."

Edward took the coat and put it on. He opened the door and then stopped and seemed about to say something. But then he turned and left, walking out into the cold.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

When the door slammed on Edward, Rita rises from the rocker and her knees buckle. Neal’s right there and catches her. She shudders in the aftermath of relieved tension and laughs and sobs against his strong chest.

“Did you see his FACE?”

Neal nods against her hair. He’s just as relieved. His arms tighten on Rita, pulling her tighter into his embrace. When she grows quiet, a new doubt squeezes into her mind. Edward’s gone and Neal couldn’t, wouldn’t leave her now would he?

She pulls back to look up at him the question in her eyes. He knows what she asks, and he’s a little pissed that she would think he’d leave. But, she’s been so hurt in the past. He smiles down at her.

“Rita darling, He’s gone. And I’m not going anywhere without you.” The kiss he gives her is a promise. For an endless time they stay locked in that kiss that erases the doubts and fears. When it ends, it’s really the beginning and they relax and start living together.

Later….

Rita brings a tray to the bed and they eat among the tangled sheets. Feeding one another, laughing intimately, touching each other. As they finish Rita realizes that time is short.

“Tomorrow, Neal, I’m giving you a crash course in money moving. Edward is not one to take my theft lying down and the quicker we squirrel it away, the sooner we can be gone.”
Moving the tray to the floor, Neal grabs Rita and wrestles her until she’s pinned under him in the bed.

“Tomorrow, Rita. All right. But the rest of the night is mine, …ours,” and his mouth finds hers again.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"My God, Neal!" Rita smiles, struggling ever so mildly. "Don't you ever get tired?"

He looks down at her, sees her eyes are sparkling. He loves the way she looks now. She looks like a woman has spent the whole day making love, her hair messed, no makeup, but very happy.

"I'm afraid you created a monster, baby." he said. "Now you have to deal with it."

Still holding her wrists to the bed, he begins to kiss her neck and throat, and soon she begins to writhe beneath him. When he finds her mouth the heat in her kiss is a delightful susprise to him; he knows that she wants him as much as he wants her, and yet she is almost embarrassed by her desire.

"Neal," she protests as he pulls her pants off her legs. "Neal!"

He gets up and shucks off his own pants, takes off his shirt. As he skins off his shorts she sees that he is hard again, and her protests stop. How can she deny him anything?

She is still amazed at him, at his standing up to Edward. That's all he did, really. He just met Edward on his own terms and faced him down. Yet that was something she'd never been able to do, and she was amazed that Neal had pulled it off so easily. What was more amazing is that he had done it for her. He had stumbled into her life like some inept clown, and had won her heart to an extent she hardly would have considered possible. She is still amazed.

He crawls on top of her and, sitting over her hips, he unbuittons her shirt. She is not wearing a bra, and she watches his face as he exposes her breasts. She has never been as proud of her body as she is when she sees the pleasure in his eyes as he looks at her, when the feels the way he touches her. He makes her feel wanton and beautiful.

He lies atop her and takes her wrists again, holding her down on the mattress as his lips find her breasts. She gasps and twists beneath him, but that only brings his naked cock into contact with the crotch of her panties, and she feels his heat and his demanding hardness.

For Neal, it is as if his plans had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. He was not in the habit of analyzing his own feelings, but he'd never had a doubt that beneath her office persona Rita was a decent and passionate woman, and that it was almost his destiny to have her one way or another. That he would feel so deeply for her was something of a surprise to him, but one that he accepted as right.

Rita closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feel of his lips on her breasts, thinking about nothing, just feeling the tenderness and desire in his kisses, his lips leaving her so reluctantly, only to press against a new spot with renewed fervor. He slid his lips across her flesh, loving the friction of her skin against his lips, and nuzzled his face into her, inhaling her scent.

The grip he hand on her arms was firm and strong and very exciting to her. She could not move if she wanted to. She was not used to being loved like this. Always it had been her doing things for the men she was with, following their orders, trying to please them. Now she felt slightly guilty just lying there being kissed. But every time she tried to move her arms, there was Neal holding her down.

"Neal, please!" she said finally, "My wrists. Just for a minute."

He raised his head and looked at her, then released her hands. Rita raised her hips and slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off.

"All right." she said with a sigh. "I'm your prisoner again, darling."

He took her wrists again, smiling to himself. Now his erection pressed against the warm damp flesh of her pussy, and he felt her trying to work him inside.

He got up on his elbows, made a minor adjustment, and Rita raised her knees. He slid inside her easily, filling her, and she closed her eyes and smiled as he moaned in pleasure. He was beginning to feel as if he belonged there.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

She loves this. This mating with him taking charge. He’ll take care of her pleasure. He isn’t using her to just get himself off, it’s a real joining. He makes her feel cosseted, beautiful, desirable. All she has to do it look into his eyes and know his need, his respect.

With her knees raised and spread, he seems to hit areas with he’s not touched before. His hands gripping her wrists add a passionate spark to those spreading rapidly through her body.

“Yes Rita, you are my prisoner, and feel this?” he slides out and back into her hot depths agonizingly slow, “Feel how hard I get for you?” Her eyes are locked onto his and she nods. He’s as deep as he can be and she squeezes him with every muscle in her vagina watching his face as pleasure spreads across his expression. Years of riding have given her strong muscles… so handy now.

As he slides in and out of her hot well she continues to contract her muscles around him, feeling every bit of his cock skate and caress her walls. The bulb of him pushes against her womb on the down stroke and all she can think is how good he feels in her. Not good, wonderful. She uses the leverage he has on her wrists to arch up and moans deep at the feeling.

“Jesus Rita,” he growls, his balls jump and feel heavier. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. SO fucking hard.” He brings her wrists together to clasp in one hand over her head and his other hand slides under her ass, his lips meet hers in a bruising hot kiss.

When he rears back to thrust, she’s so ready, “Yessssssss, fuck me Neal,” she moans out on his lips. With every thrust he hesitates to grind down on her clit and she bucks up to meet him. They move together in their passion each instinctively knowing what pleases the other. Harder and harder he pounds and grinds into her. She meets every movement with wanton haste.

Rita breaks the hold of their lips to scream his name, “NEALLLLLLLLLL,” as she starts cumming, arching and quaking on his cock. Her hips jerk up and down as she dives into the wave of her orgasm, riding it long and hard.

That’s his cue, “Here you go baby, take it, take my cum, NOW Rita,” he grunts as he begins to unload into her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He doesn't want to come, doesn't want it to end. He wants to stay inside her forever, as close to her as it's physically possible to be, so close that she can feel every twitch and gasp of his body communicated to her through his stiff tool, so close that she can feel the pulsing of his heart in the throb of his cock inside her. This is beyond any sex either of them has ever known; it's like a communion of spirits trying to free themselves from their earthly bodies, doing the best they can to fuse and meld together.

Both of them feel their pleasures rise to crisis, each in their own way. Rita feels as if she expands, her body disolving in a haze eof electric ecstasy, wiping her out and letting the powers of life enter the very spaces between her cells, while Neal feels himself contract till all his strength, all his desire is concentrated into a shaft of pure energy that bursts from his body and floods into her, igniting her into a flame of fire, draining and purifying him.

When it is over they lay entangled and he takes her into his arms. They cling together as if their embrace were all that keeps them from exploding to pieces. Rita trembles in sweet aftershocks of her orgasm and Neal is filled with that sweet ache that tells him he is empty, satiated, and deeply satisfied. They are both stunned by the depth of their own feelings.

"Neal?" she asks at last. He doesn't answer, just gives her a little squeeze. "I've never... I mean, are you like this with everyone?"

He raises his head and looks at her. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable. She has no defenses left and nothing left to hide anyway. She has never felt so nakedly exposed, as if her soul had been wrenched from her body and she is terrified of what he might say to her in this state. She knows that he could just about kill her with a word, a gesture.

But he doesn't disappoint her. His eyes are clear and honest. "No." he says softly. "I've never felt anything like this before, Rita. I don't know what this is. It's scary."

His words soothe her and she presses herself against him. He makes her feel small and protected, and she's glad that he's scared too, because she's terrified of these feelings she doesn't fully understand. In less than a day her entire world has changed, everything she thought she knew is different.

"There's only one thing that I know, Rita." he says to her. "That it's even scarier to think of losing you. I love you Rita. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I love you."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

All Rita can do is stare at him for a moment that seems to last forever.

Love. He loves her.

Then it hits. Really, really hits.

All the emotions, the lust, the wanting, the need and the caring she feels toward Neal comes together. With blinding certainty she is sure that she loves him too.

The thought of being without him, unbearable.

With a cry and lunge, she is back in his arms, kissing his face, his cheeks, his eyes.

"I Love you Neal..." said over and over until while they enter once again into their love with body and mind and spirit.
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The End

 

[Annabelllee2003]

OOC - Thank you Dr. M for a delightful
and delicious ride through this tale.



Annabell Lee