"Okay, this is getting creepy," Isabella blurted as Charles ordered her steps since she had a blindfold on in accordance to the request he made when she entered the car.

"We are almost there. And I've got you, you won't fall," his thick voice said and she could not help but smile a bit.


"We have been walking forever."

"We are here." She heard a creaky sound, most probably from a door and she had to wonder where they were exactly. "Here, come in." He grabbed her hand again and led her like he had been doing for the past minutes.

"Can I get rid of this fold now?"


"Hmm... Wait a second." Isabella could not wait to see what the deal was. "Okay, you can remove it now."

Sighing as though she just escaped from a cage, her eyes were soon scanning the room and she could not help but feel connected to the place. Facing Charles who was seated on the huge bed which wore very white sheets, she asked, "Where is this?"


It looked like a hotel room, very neat and very modern looking with the neat rug and plain painted walls.

"You can't tell?" he quizzed her, his arms folding across his broad chest.

"Hmm. I don't know." Her legs began to walk her to the window side which was covered by large patterned blue blinds. As she hung the blinds to a side, realization befell her and she knew where they were. "I can't believe I couldn't recognize my hotel on first sight."

"This is just a room, you can't possibly identify every room in the building."

"Actually..." A small smile was on her face as she walked to the bed and sat close to her husband. "This room is a unique one."

"Why?"

"It is the only room that isn't designed with something from past centuries. It is a normal looking room that is just right for anyone. We hardly give out this room but we always make sure to take good care of it."

"That's interesting." Isabella's head shifted and their eyes met. "Are you okay?" He finally asked and she closed her eyes for a second. "Talk to me." His fingers ran through her hair and she leaned into his shoulder for comfort as she recalled everything.

"I am not so fine. But I will survive."

"I am glad." His fingers were now running through the length of her arm. "I am glad."

"Aren't you going to ask me what Uncle Ben and I discussed?"

She could feel him shake his head slowly. Isabella also liked to imagine that his eyes were glued on her and that made her feel like she could fly. "Asking you about it will make you remember everything and I really don't want that issue to bother you anymore."

Her hands wrapping around his waist, she could not ignore the way his words made her feel. "Do you think he will survive?" She had no idea what she was thinking back then but she knew a part of her wanted him dead.

But a much more prominent part of her made her realize Ben Idoh had to suffer before he leaves the planet Earth. The same way she suffered, he must experience the same. Or even worse. He had called her father a sinner when he was no different.

"I hope he does. He must pay for what he has done. Because of him..." Charles removed her hands from his sides and cupped her cheeks after, his eyes dancing slowly. "Because of him, you had to run away from me."

"I left you."

"I told you not to feel bad about it," he said as his thumbs began to caress what they could on her face.

"But I can't help it. I-" His lips shut her up and she did not argue. She had actually been anticipating his touch and she already had plans to initiate moments that would lead to them being in each other's arms again.

"You talk too much," he murmured against her lips before he took her lips again, this time with more fierceness. Soon, she was laying on the bed and he was hovering over her, still kissing away at seductively as possible.

"Are we spending the night here Charles?" she asked when he began to trail kisses down the skin of her neck.

"Hmm. I plan to do things to you right here." His hand snuck under her top and he slowly ran his hands over her soft skin causing her to shudder. As she craned her neck some more for easy assess, he took her earlobe and teased it with his tongue causing her to let out a low moan.

Then he kissed the back of her ear, blowing some air onto her lobe before taking it in between his lips again.

"Charles!" Her hands strained against his chest as his hand under her top went higher and found a way to tease her hardening nipple. So, as he sucked on her lobe, he caressed her over sensitive nipple as slowly as possible.

"Bella?" Charles called and as she replied, he stopped what he was doing. His eyes gleaming, he stood straight and said, "I want to watch you strip."

Isabella smiled widely and she reached for the jacket over her shoulder. When that one was tossed to a side, her top was almost joining the league and by the time the cloth was past her head, she saw that even Charles had bared his chest.

"What?" He smirked. "Don't you want to see me strip?"

"Don't... Stop." She dragged her words as she reached for the zipper of her jeans just as the same time he did. After a few seconds, they were bother stark naked and they could not stop feasting on each other with their eyes.

Her hands now running through her skin from her lower abdomen all the way to her jugs, she asked the sturdy man, "What now?"

Charles smirked again and slowly approached her, his eyes showing how much he enjoyed seeing her caress herself lovingly. When he was finally in front of her, he reached for her hands and had them behind her in a jiffy with one hand holding her wrists in place.

Without a word, he traced his other hand to her wanting center, their body bumping occasionally as Isabella tried to see if she could reach for his hardening manhood. A thumb pressed against her sensitivity and she jolted a bit. A small moan came from her as he went on to take her clit in between his fingers.

"Do something," Isabella almost pleaded with Charles who stilled his hold on her bud. It was just torture for her. "Please."

Leaning in, his lips found the side of her neck again and as he took a deep inhale, he ran her clit in between the fingers and she cried out. He wouldn't let go of her hands so she had to bear the fact that she could not grip him.

His finger soon began to work on her, creating floods of pleasure as time went. He made her moan easily as he did everything patiently. But the way Isabella was feeling at that moment, she could not afford to go along with his patience.

"Charles, please. I want to feel you now."

"Are you sure?" She knew he was ready for it. His friend down there could not hide anything. As she nodded, her back hit the bed gently again and Charles held her hands above her head. As she spread herself properly to accommodate the man whose thickness was poking her, Isabella could not help but smile.

"Hmm..." Charles took a small lick of the skin of her right breast and she begged him again to do what she wanted. Smiling still, he leaned in further and used his other hand to lift her back off the bed.

As she did, he entered her, her legs wrapped around him and she let out a small yelp. He felt better than before. And that moment was more... erotic. Especially with the way he held her hands and went in and out of her rhythmically. Her insides squeezing him tight as he took a long stroke into her seemed to turn him crazy as he also moaned and took one of her breasts into his mouth.

Isabella could think of nothing else. She just wanted to feel more and more of Charles as he rode her into pleasure's land. And that was what she got as he increased his speed and entered her more impactfully, slapping sounds periodically filling the air.

As she cried for more, he groaned about how good she felt and it didn't seem like anyone wanted to release yet. But it was inevitable, the release had to come at some point.

As Isabella screamed the entry of her climax, Charles took her earlobe like before and sucked sensually before he shook slightly, coming the same time she did.

Isabella felt so explosive. She would definitely want him and only him to be the one making her feel that way.

As their chests heaved together, Charles looked into her eyes and asked, "Should we take this to the shower?"