The Siren Calls

The Siren Calls

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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chapter 7

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chapter 7

Chapter7 (v.1)

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Submitted: November 09, 2013

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~~Chapter 7
In the morning, Nicolas was released from the hospital, and they both slept in the limo on the way home.  Ben picked them up, and carried Kimberly into the house at Nicolas’ request.  It did feel a little awkward, but they had been lifelong friends.  Nothing was mentioned about the events of the day before, so Ben assumed Nick was good with it.  He was, but deep down, he knew it was his own doing, and Kimberly was remorseful for the entire goings on.
Ben lay Kimberly in the bed, and without a second thought, gave her a kiss to the forehead.  Nicolas was standing behind him when he turned around, and he blushed a bit. 
“I am sorry, friend.”  Ben apologized
“It’s okay.  I totally get it.”  Nicolas reassured him.  “Just don’t let it keep happening.”  He asserted to his friend.
Ben nodded in assurance.  “I will do my best.” 
Leaving the room, Ben shut the door behind him just to run into Karen, Nicolas’s sister.  She was dressed to the nines, and the look on her face was that of mischievous and trouble.  Karen smiled at Ben, touching his chest, running her hands without trouble, down his firm body to his belt, tugging at it a little, pulling him to her.  Her lips were so close to his she could feel his breath on her.  She has always wanted him. 
Ben new she wanted him, but she was a little twist to the true woman he wanted.  After taking Kimberly up stairs, laying her in the bed, he was feeling a little wanting.  Kimberly leaned in to kiss him, and he grabbed her.  Kissing her harshly, harder than he had ever dreamed of, he fisted her hair at the nape of her neck.  Karen felt a little scared, but she wanted to see what it would be like to be a part of the things Kimberly experienced.  She was so jealous of her, she wanted what she had, including the men, the wanting, the man that held her heart. 
Ben knew that she was being a jealous little twit, but he was horny, and didn’t care if it was going to offend her or hurt her.  He was just going to fuck her to senselessness, and leave her in the guest room to recuperate.Once she got a taste of the man he was, she would surely leave him alone.  He was so large, she would be split from one end to the other, fucking her up her ass, that was going to be a plus.  He didn’t want her, she was just a fill in for the woman he longed for in the other room. 
Ben picked her up in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder, giving her a hard smack to her ass.  This was going to be raw and untamed.  Karen jumped and he hit her again. 
“Be still.”  He commanded.  “If you jump again, it will get harder. Each time it will get harder every time you move.” 
Karen became frightened.  What had she gotten herself into?  He was not going to make love to her like she had always imagined.  He was going to take her raw, uninhibited, and hard.  She was going to try to stop him, to try to get him to be easy.  Once they reached the bedroom, which was not his, she asked him childishly. “Can’t we go to your room? Wouldn’t it be much better?” 
“No!  Turn around.”  He ordered.
Karen turned around as Ben ripped the back of her shirt open, throwing her clothes to the floor.  He then grabbed her around her waist, yanking down her pants, and under ware.  He smacked her on the bareness of her ass again.  This time leaving a harsh mark on her soft skin.  She jumped.  He hit her again.  “Be still.  I told you.”  He smacked her again.  With no remorse, no feelings, no emotion, he lunged inside her.  She was wet, but she was small.  A loud yell came from her lips, and he reached down to grab the shirt he had torn from her body.  Leaning forward, he gagged her. Silencing her screams, her moans, and her plea’s. 
This went on for two hours.  He ravaged her body, taking all of the anger and frustration out on her that he felt for the man upstairs, and the woman in his bed.  Had he known this was going to affect him this way, he would have left a year ago when Kimberly came to live with them.  Karen laid there spent, wounded, broken.  What had he done?  He was a savage.  Ben threw the blankets over her worn body.  Some blood was on the sheets, and he checked her to make sure she was okay. 
Karen looked up at him, “Are you satisfied now?” 
“No!”  Ben answered angrily. 
“Why not?”  Karen asked.
“Because I hurt you, and to be honest, you aren’t the woman I wanted.  I’m sorry.”  Ben walked out of the room. 
Ben went to his wing, going to the bar.  Throwing back a shot of burbon, he looked around, wondering what he was going to do now.  It felt as if it was time for him to pack up and move on, considering the situation.  Could he leave his best friend, the only person in the world that he trusted, and the family he had grown to love?
Just then, a knock came at the door.  “Come in” he replied.
It was Erin.  “What do you want?”  Ben asked abruptly.
“I came to check on you my friend.  How are you holding up?”  Erin asked.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Ben threw back another shot, turning to light the fireplace.
“Do you mind if I make myself a drink?”  Erin asked.
“Go ahead.” Ben turned to look at his middle eastern brother in arms.  “What now?”
“I heard what just happened.  I didn’t think you had it in you, my friend.”  Erin said with a grin. 
“I am sure I don’t know what you are talking about.” Ben stood to meet his friend face to face.
“Come on. I am in the room next to the one you used with Nick’s sister.  Didn’t you think that as many people that are staying in this house, that someone would hear the two of you?” 
“If you breathe a word of this, I sware I will make sure you are removed from the house.  Got it bro?”  Ben commanded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.  It’s the little brat you have to worry about.  She just might tell Nick what you said to her.  That you used her, ravaged her body all in the anger of Kimberly being in Nick’s bed instead of yours.” 
Ben took another shot, turning to the mantle where the fire was starting to burn very well.  “I thought I could handle this.  She is just so damn sexy, she smells so good, so wanting.  I thought I could handle it.  I have never wanted someone so much in my life.  This is just so wrong.  It is so wrong.”  Ben lowered his head, shaking it back and forth, so disappointed in himself.
“It will be okay, my friend.” Erin assured him.  “It will be alright.” 
“How?  How will it be alright?  I have ravaged my best friends sister, and I want to be with his wife.  The woman he loves.” 
“Remember, it is up to Kimberly who and when and what she wants.  Remember?  She will come back to you.  If you can wait, if you can take what you can get, to be patient.  She will come back to you if she liked and wanted what you gave her.  And from what I saw yesterday, she definitely enjoyed what you did for her.”  Erin took another drink, smiling at his friend.
Ben nodded, smiling at his friend; he lifted his glass, knocking back another drink. 
Kimberly and Nicolas were upstairs in the room alone.  Nicolas looked at his wife laying there before him.  He was amazed at the beauty of her, at the pure sexuality of her.  He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.  He hated that she called out to men of all kinds. 
He did understand that she was a siren.  She sang to him even in her sleep.  Nicolas began to touch her body.  He ran his good hand down the ridge of her neck, kissing her softly.  Hoping to wake her, but he wanted to touch her for a while first.  She didn’t move just yet, she just let out a deep breath.  He moved to the buttons on her shirt.  Unbuttoning them one by one, he kissed each and every part of her skin as it became exposed. 
Making his way to the button on her jeans, he opened them, exposing the soft flesh of her mound.  The scent of her filled his senses, and he wanted to taste her.  He loved the taste of her, the feel of her, the beauty of her.  He was in awe as he pulled the jeans over her soft flesh, removing her jeans from her body.  Carefully, slowly, he parted her legs, taking in the pink flesh of her. 
Nicolas slid up between her legs, licking the pink folds of her flesh.  Kimberly was awake by then, but she kept her eyes closed, letting him think he was taking advantage of her sleepy state.  As he licked the soft flesh, she couldn’t help but lift her hips to him, taking a hand full of his hair in her hands.  She did love the way he loved her, and she was going to enjoy this.  She moved her hands to his face, rubbing the juices from her all over his face. 
Nick let out a groan, diving in deeper, harder, and with more hunger than she remembered from him.  She lifted her legs so to give him better access to her flesh.  He nibbled, lapped and sucked at her to taste the sweet juices he brought out of her.  He made such loving sounds that drove her into a world that only she and he existed.  He grabbed at her cheeks, kneading it with such wanting.
Nicolas moved up her body slowly, kissing every part of her exposed flesh, until he reached her breasts.  Kimberly leaned up and unfastened her bra, throwing it to the floor with her shirt.  Naked and bare in front of her husband, she took his head in her hands kissing him hungrily, with all of the juices of her still on his face.  She loved the wanting he had for her, and she wanted him just as badly.
Sliding down she took his shaft into her mouth.  Nicolas couldn’t hold himself up with the one good hand he had, since he was taking the pain medication, so he tilted to lay on his side, letting his siren do as she wished.  Kimberly ate at him hungrily, taking all of him deep in her throat, balls and all.  She caressed the tender flesh between his balls and hole until he began to beg her to take him.  She wanted him to plead, to beg more for her to let him fuck her.  He had to; he wanted to, he needed her.
“How do you want me?”  she asked.
“Come up here.” He told her, patting the pillow he lay on.
She did as he asked, smiling as he grabbed her behind the neck, wrapping his hand in her fiery red hair.  Kissing her so deeply, he moved on top of her, never letting his lips leave hers.  As he entered her soft wet flesh, she gasped, but his lips never left hers.  She was so enthralled in him, she didn’t realize that the phone kept ringing.  Nicolas made love to her for an hour, maybe more before he let her cum.  He kept holding her off, and that was fine as long as he didn’t leave her hanging.  That was something he never did. 
She couldn’t believe he made love to her for so long.  Sex was wonderful with him, but this was different.  He wasn’t just fucking her, this was love making.  It was beautiful, felt amazing, and he was so attentive to each and every part of her body.  She loved him, and he loved her.  She knew this now.  She was happy. 
Nicolas lay beside his love, looking at the glowing beauty.  “Are you okay?”  he asked her.
“Of course.  Never better.”  Kimberly told him as she kissed the swollen lips of her love.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”  She wanted to know.
“Well, I know that it wasn’t the raw sex that we usually have, but I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be more.  I wanted to show you how much I love and adore you.  I love you.”  He told her, kissing the palm of her hand.
Kimberly smiled, looking at the glazed eyes of her love, “I love you, too.”  She kissed him again.
“Good, I don’t feel like such a douche bag anymore.”  He laughed.
Kimberly laid her head on his shoulder, his good shoulder, and they turned on the television to watch the news. 
“I could stay here with you like this forever.” She told him.
“Me too.” He kissed her on the top of her head, as the news broadcast drew the attention of them both.
Their business was on the news.  The shooting was broadcast as the spokesperson was giving and interview on the news.  It was Karen, the little brat.  What the hell was she doing?  She would have to leave their home.  She was nothing but trouble.  Kimberly looked at her husband, wondering what was going through his mind. 
She would ruin them if she were to continue to stay there.  Nicolas looked down at Kimberly, “She has to go.”  He reassured her. 
“Yes, she does, before I beat the living hell out of her.”  Kimberly said.
Nicolas picked up the phone, seeing the missed calls from Karen.  She must have been trying to warn them, but they were so enthralled in each other, they didn’t notice the phone ringing.  Listening to the messages, she was letting them know she was leaving, and she wouldn’t be back, unless they called for her.
Nicolas wondered what had happened to cause her to change her mind.  She stated earlier that she wasn’t going anywhere.  So why now was she leaving.  He would talk to Ben in the morning.  Nicolas looked at Kimberly telling her what was going on.  Kimberly wondered why Ben would know, but she wasn’t in any position to question anything he did, or who he decided to be with. 

 


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