Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) (15 page)

“
It suits his image,” Nathan said. Yasmin was shopping for an early birthday present for her brother.

Did you ever have sex with your brother?
he was dying to ask Yasmin. Yasmin and Maghan were a good-looking pair of siblings, with attractive and uncannily similar features, right down to the shape of their teeth, and the pinkish hue of their lips.

“
Yes,” she replied with conviction, nodding her head. Nathan nearly jumped up through the roof, before he realized she was replying to the statement he had rambled aloud, instead of the question he really wanted to ask.

Yasmin felt like flirting with him—he’d sometimes stroke her hand when nobody was looking, as he brought her around the Armani store, showing her some of the new items that had just come in. Where was the nice, chatty, suave sales associate who was always on top of his game?

She eyed the semi-distant look in his eye, with a faint frown—when she leaned in over the counter, to return the guide, she could smell the scent of sex on him, and another person’s smell that had stayed on him. Yasmin wasn’t surprised—she’d had sex with men simply because they smelled nice—and she’d been waiting for the right time to see if it would be possible to proposition her oh-so-friendly-and-awesome sales associate.

She ordered the cuff links, thanking Nathan for his time. She hoped whoever it was he’d spent the night with hadn’t broken his heart. She’d known some guys who ended up falling in love with prostitutes they’d hooked up with for one night stands, hookers who hustled them for whatever they were worth. It rarely ended well.

If Yasmin had known what was on Nathan’s mind, she’d have mentioned the blowjob she’d given to Maghan on his 18
^th
birthday, and that she’d continued giving ever since. Hell, she would have even invited Nathan and Maya over to a condo Maghan owned, which he used now and then since it was a stone’s throw away from the airport. It also doubled up as a convenient hideout for him and Yasmin to do as they wished with each other, since Maghan’s “very conservative” wife and children would never understand how he could enjoy sleeping with his sister, a woman he had and would always be drawn to, with a pure, untainted love.

* * *

Nathan hardly slept the next two nights. He stayed offline, jumping whenever his cell or home phone rang, thinking “it must be Maya.”

He thought back to that one night, wrapped up in between her legs, closer to anyone he’d ever been, when he was inside of her.

She’d looked at him a few times, while she was lying back, gently placing her hand on his chest, smiling up at him.

“
Are you okay?” she’d asked, barely audibly, when they had taken a brief break.

Nathan nodded, resting his head against his interlocked hands, elbows up and beside his head against the pillow.
Degrassi’s pillow!

“
Yeah, why?” Nathan asked with a slight curve of a smile.

“
You looked so…fierce,” Maya said, tracing a line down the centre of his torso. “I was smiling up at you…you weren’t smiling. AT ALL.”

“
Concentrating on your pleasure,” Nathan laughed, before tackling her and going another round, fast and furious this time.

And he hadn’t mentioned it to Maya, but he took great pride and satisfaction fantasizing about Degrassi walking in on them. He’d have killed the man, if he needed to. He’d seen the golf clubs Degrassi kept in his cupboard. One swing and the guy’s skull would’ve cracked open in an instant.

Nathan would kill him—who did Degrassi think he was, anyway? He was supposed to be giving Maya a new life to look forward to, not suffocate her with uninspiring technicalities he’d picked up from a lame sex article lying around somewhere. Love and good sex weren’t things that anyone could just buy, even if they had all the money and financial smarts in the world.

If he ever hit Maya—Nathan would be over in a second. And he would tell Degrassi straight to his face to never do it again—or he really would reach for one of the golf clubs to dispose of the biggest clutter in Maya’s life.

Because that’s what Degrassi felt like, to Nathan—a big piece of clutter. Maybe Degrassi and Maya’s sex life would improve in their marriage, or maybe it wouldn’t. People often got married for all the wrong reasons anyway, one more reason for Nathan’s great distaste for what was considered one of the definitive, biggest events in most people’s lives.

Nathan tossed and turned in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, just before dawn started to break. The wedding would be held in the evening. He felt like a spade was scraping away at a hollow in his heart, as he thought of Maya wrapped up in Degrassi’s arms, rolling around on their bed, which Nathan had “borrowed” on Sunday night.

God, how he missed Maya, and having her scent all over him. He wanted to give her a quick call or text—just to say hi, or more likely, just to say goodbye.

* * *

Nathan Karim managed to keep his cool (but not hide the dark circles under his eyes) through Maya’s wedding on Wednesday. It was a quite-lavish procession, fit for Maya—
probably not lavish enough for a socialite like Yasmin,
Nathan thought, but it was a tasteful, elegant wedding which showcased the bride and groom’s refined taste.

Just seeing Maya took Nathan’s breath away, when she appeared in a gorgeous Vera Wang wedding dress: a romantic, ivory, strapless, A-line, floor-length gown. He heard church bells ringing, the choir singing, saw her walking down the aisle…sailing right past him, like he wasn’t even there…and watched as Degrassi placed a ring on her finger.

Nathan saw them holding hands, heard them promise: “till death do us part.” Each word was a stab of pain to his heart. All he could do was cry—tears of joy, whoever saw him thought—the act of a great pretender.

“
Congratulations,” Nathan wished Degrassi after the procession, feeling like his life had just ended.

The families of the bride and groom milled about, getting ready for a photo with everyone in the picture.

Nathan gave Maya a hug—he couldn’t even touch her—he didn’t want to feel sad and dreary—he just wanted to make love to her, right there and then, to hell if everyone saw, why should they care?

Nathan and Maya didn’t know it then, but they had the same look in the photographs they were in together. Degrassi wore a smile—which wasn’t totally plastic—but Nathan and Maya had a simmering, underlying surety, which connected the two of them together, in the soulful way a marriage union was supposed to sanction.

Maya gave Nathan a quick kiss on the side of his face, before going back to Degrassi’s side, as they went back to being the shining stars and centre of attention.

The wedding was over—Nathan slipped away for a few moments, hiding in the last cubicle in the gents. He’d lost the woman he loved—still loved—and all he could do, was cry.

* * *

Nathan kept to himself for the rest of the week, plastering on his ‘professional smile’ at work, and through the weekend, one week after he’d done the deed with Maya.

He started wishing he’d never done it. It was hard enough just fantasizing about it—but it was never going to be the same. “One could live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all of life would come crowding into a single hour”—one of Nathan’s favourite quotes by Oscar Wilde.

He toyed with suicidal notions for a bit, seeing himself taking the elevator to the mall’s rooftop where some teens sometimes huffed Freon, paint and glue—the junkies would be too high to stop him from hurling himself over the edge.

Are you free tonight?

Nathan read the text message that had just come in on his cell phone, when he just got off work on Sunday. It was from Maya.

Nathan replied:
Yes I am, whats up?

He felt a slight tingling sensation down his spine, when she asked if he could go over to her place. She hadn’t spoken to him since her wedding. She hadn’t mentioned the night they’d spent together in bed at all.

It was a nauseating train ride to her apartment. All the crowds and chatter and random goings-on in the public transport system weren’t able to crush Nathan’s strong, burning desire to just TALK to her and soak in her feminine radiance, beauty and light, to get to know her, to playfully tease her and have fun with her, to joke around or mess with her, light up her heart, smell her, taste her, feel her
move with her to BLISS
feel those smooth sexy long soft legs
taste her hot pussy
Nathan was the best lover in bed she’d ever had, because he wanted her the most. He had a burning desire for her constantly—and she loved giving herself fully to him because that’s what her femininity naturally desired the most—how truer could a shared love be? It was the spark of life in Nathan’s eyes, when he saw her—Degrassi was a “soulless man.” When Maya looked into her husband’s eyes, she saw nothing. No passion. No charm. No style. No sense of thrill or mystery or enticement or adventure, or the hint at some lusty, naughty, fun.

“
He’s on a 3-day business trip to Tokyo,” Maya uttered, as soon as Nathan had stepped in, and she’d shut the door.

Nathan looked around the room, like he was searching for any hidden cameras which might be watching his every move.

Maya was hiding something behind her back. She put her hand out, handing a small velvet gift box to Nathan.

His eyes widened in surprise, as he opened the box. In it was a David Yurman band ring, an artistic and contemporary styled ring with an intricately carved, wave texture all the way around. It was a $500 titanium ring.

“
What’s this for?” Nathan whispered. He held Maya’s lovely, smooth hand, noticing the wedding band on her ring finger.

“
A gift for you,” Maya said, with a fire in her dark eyes. She saw Nathan holding her hand, his thumb over her wedding ring. “But it’s not about the ring. Commitment happens in your mind and soul, not on your finger.”

And she pressed her voluptuous breasts against his chest, as he raked his fingers through her hair, reaching down and pressing his mouth harder against the soft skin of her breast, his arousal caught between their bodies, hot and firm and wet and soft all at once, against each other’s skin.

* * *

Maya called or texted Nathan, whenever Degrassi was out of town—Nathan turned up each and every time, even if he had to cancel other plans he’d made at an earlier time, with other people.

He was more of a husband to Maya, than the actual person she was officially married to—she gave herself fully, to Nathan’s full-hearted embrace of her pure, womanly nature, which he selflessly protected, cared, and provided for.

The sex she had with her brother far excelled the sex in her marriage.

Nathan had a rush of pure pleasure each time he was reminded of it, when he gazed down at the titanium band on his ring finger.

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[5] SPINNING AROUND

Summary
: 48-year-old Deryk Wolf’s not-so-little girl shows her appreciation for his support of her passion for fashion (story of a stepfather and stepdaughter).

P.S. Due to their close relationship, Deryk and Aimee sometimes refer to themselves as “father and daughter” throughout this story [please see note above, and “use your imagination”].

Spinning Around

[ Sunday, 10:56 a.m. ]

The room was slowly spinning around, when Deryk Wolf opened his eyes. A couple of moments, before he remembered where he was—a couple of moments, before he felt a slight sting on the surface across his knuckles.

Hollywood Slots Hotel & Casino.

Meeting Aimee later in the day.

Surface cuts, back of the hands, from the asphalt last night, 12am cold and in the public carpark. The cuts would make nice scars.

The 48-year-old didn’t feel like he was approaching fifty. It was supposed to make one feel older, wearier, with doctors’ warnings about the risks of developing heart disease coming at full speed.

Deryk had ridden into NYC on his red-and-black midsize Monster Ducati bike, checked into Hollywood Slots, where one of the cocktail waitresses had had her eye on him all night long, as he went around the different slot machines on the casino floor.