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[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.1


The room was silent, lit only by the bright arc lamp which shon its beam onto one site, that of April. Her body naked knelt upon the bed with her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and back, her head bent forward, in hiding from the light.

Then the music began, a slow soft drumbeat at first getting louder and rising in tempo with it her head began to raise in time to the rhythm. Then the music reached a crescendo and April flicked her head, sending the veil of soft flowing hair backwards from her face. A silent pause and the light illuminated her features. Eyes closed delicately, her pink painted lips loosely parted; her face was a vision of calmness and tranquillity. The music began again, an harmony of strings as her lace gloved hands slipped from her shoulders and over her breasts, fingers parted and relaxed, slowly drifting over each smooth mound of soft skin. Her fingers gripped, cupping her pink flesh, caressing her breasts with a gentle grasp.

April opened her eyes wide, revealing her sapphire blue orbs and reflecting the brightness of the light within them. Her lips parted and her tongue began to lick gently as if tasting them. Her mind was upon the music, creating a mantra for her deep thoughts and wild imagination as each thumb and finger took hold of her firm nipples.
She was aroused and excited by the music. She began to lament, a soft moan of satisfaction as her thumb and fingers began to pull at the rigid flesh of her dark pink buds. Tingles ran through her spine and seemed to travel to one focus in her groin, sending waves of delight through every nerve and sinew in her body. One hand released and glided downwards, touching her navel tenderly until reaching the mound of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The other hand moved upwards across her slender throat. With one laced finger extended she touched her lips and tongue and sucked upon it, closing her eyes once more in ecstasy with the music itinerant in her head.
Her senses became enlightened as her gloved finger made its way through moist folds of skin, probing into delicate labial petals and reaching its objective. With two other fingers she parted her pink petals, opening herself up she began to caress the un-hooded tiny swelling of her clitoris, bucking gently, breathing wildly and crying out as if lamenting in harmony to the music that surrounded her.

April held her breath as the music paused. Her eyes opened wide and at that exacting moment both hands came together in her groin, feeling the warm gush as she released. She had attained the highest peak of her orgasm and her body stiffened and trembled for a few seconds until she relaxed, letting out her breath and clutching as the soft rhythm of the music returned. She looked down at her breasts, firm and slightly flushed by the tension of her climax. Her nipples protruded like tiny stems, outwardly pointing and sensing the coolness of the air. Slowly in time with the music, she began to breathe at a normal pace, feeling the relaxing harmony around her. Slowly she removed both hands from her groin and felt the wetness of her nectar upon the white-laced fingers.

The music ended and April lay back. Resting her head into the silk pearl white pillow. She smiled to herself and raised her knees and with arms rested above her head in a sea of soft brown hair, she began to laugh.
After a shower, April draped herself in a towel and ran back into her bedroom. The video camera was still mounted in the corner of the room on a dressing table and it had captured her solitary performance earlier. Something she wanted to do for no apparent reason whatsoever. A whim, a fantasy and nothing else, only to capture herself having an orgasm to her favourite classical piece of music by Strauss.

It had become something she had perfected over the past few months. But to April it was making out to the music, as if making love to it. Mind and body in harmonious sexual union with the music itself.
She sat at the dressing table. She leaned forward and parted her damp hair to stare at her own face in the mirror and the thing she knew about herself most profoundly, was her stunning beauty. She was deeply in love with herself, vanity beyond recognition. But one thing it gave her was respect. She respected herself and her intelligence told her it was good and pure. Atleast she was someone special and confident. Her life as a model had paid off and she could do almost anything she wanted.
April did not need make-up, she had natural beauty. But the cosmetics simply enhanced it and framed it in such a way that made her stand out, turned heads in awe of it and made others envious of her. But then that was her life now and all she ever really wanted. Her childhood fairytale dreams had come true.
After applying her lip-gloss, she pouted and smiled. "God you are so sexy," she whispered to her own reflection. Then sat back and pulled away the towel from around her, revealing her firm breasts, to stare at them with admiration. They were perfectly formed and equal, the tone of flesh balanced between nipple and areola. She stood up and turned, the shape of her hips, the slimness of her tummy the smooth line of her buttocks and thighs were what every model could wish for. And she did nothing to achieve it other than to respect its naturalness.
That evening she arrived at the restaurant in an expensive designer blue dress that revealed her form. Her hair was tied back with a white silk ribbon and she was greeted by the headwaiter that took her to her host. Her jasmine perfume wafted across every nostril as she followed him through the seated guests at their tables.
Franco stood up and held out his hand to receive hers. He kissed it gently and she noticed his superb handsome physique. He was everything she had expected. Dark hair and dark romantic latin eyes. A smile that said everything she wanted to hear without words being spoken.

"I am so pleased you could be here this evening. You look wonderful, " he said. The headwaiter pulled back the chair for her to sit. "I thought that you would never be here."

"Thank you, I'm sorry I'm so late."

"No need to apologise. Atleast now you are here."
The waiter poured the wine for them both to examine, and they approved, allowing him to fill their glasses. April was more interested in her host and she gazed at his immaculate features as the waiter took their order. Franco was not only important to her for what he could manipulate in her career, but he was also someone that she dreamed of, a man she fantasised about quite often. Now he was across the table in person.
Despite him being twice her age, April found him exhilarating. She had always been attracted to older men, especially charismatic ones such as he. Afterall, Franco was famous too. She knew everything about him, learned of his life from tapes and magazines and had studied his work keenly.

"I am very surprised," he told her, "You have refused many acting contracts. Why is that?"

April rested her face in her hand and smiled, leaning towards him. "Simple. I am not an actress and have never aspired to be one or become one."

"I see. So you are not like the others."

"Others?"

"Yes, others. Supermodels. They have ambitions to become famous in the movies. Of course, not all of them have what it takes."

"Neither do I."

"But, how do you know?"

"Acting to me is an art which requires a certain skill to take on a certain character. I have never been good at that. The models you mention are not always acting as such. They simply look good for the camera. And I already do that as a model."

Franco laughed. "They warned me about that."

"About what?"

"Your intelligent wit and stubbornness."

"Really. And what else do 'they' say about me?"

"That you are gorgeous and hypnotic and very very charming."
Their meal arrived. They were important and special guests; the elite of the fashion world as was many that used that restaurant. And in silence they ate and drank wine to the soft music that played in the background.

"Chopin," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"The music. It is Chopin."

"Ahh! Yes I hear it. You like Chopin?"

"I love all classical and modern music. My father was a conductor and composer in his own right. I grew up with it. Music is part of my life"

"That is something I did not know."

April looked at him and smiled, "Well now you do."
Their repast over, Franco found his way to discuss the reason for their meeting. He explained to her his desires to have her in one of his advertising projects. "Not exactly acting as you say," he made a point of explaining. "You will be modelling, selling the product as it were in movies. A new horizon for you to explore perhaps?"
The waiter came over to replenish their empty wine glasses. April covered hers with a hand, not wishing to have anymore. "Is the wine not to your taste, madam?"

"It was wonderful, but I have had enough thank you." Franco looked at her and then at the waiter, with one nod of his head he dismissed him and the wine bottle.

"Do you prefer to go somewhere else?" Franco asked.

"A nightclub?"

"Do you have one you wish to go to?"

April looked at him. She had a certain place in mind that was daring. A place that she loved to visit, but not well known. And she knew Franco would never have been there, but wanted him to go.
Their private car took them across the city, through the busy streets, lit up by neon signs. Franco was a stranger here and far from his native Italian home of Naples.

"Is this nightclub your favourite place?" Franco asked. His eyes looked at her in admiration as she sat beside him. She knew that he desired her, and wanted to remove every layer of her clothing and feel her naked skin on his fingertips. She had become accustomed to men like him and their intentions.

"Yes. You could say that."

"And our business? What of my proposition?"

"You will know when I have decided," she replied with a smile, looking at him from the corners of her eyes as she felt his gaze upon her. "After we have had some fun of course."
Franco had become enchanted. She could do anything she wanted to him. Anything meant everything within reason. The car pulled up outside a nightclub in a secluded back street side. Franco stepped out and offered his hand. He looked at the closed doors that gave no indication as to where they were, only that it was part of the establishment she directed them to.

"We will call you when we need you," he told the driver. At that, the car drove away into the main street leaving them alone. It was a side entrance and April walked over to the doors, knocking three times on them as Franco stood back to watch. The low hatch opened and she told the person inside whom she was. The doors opened and a dwarf stood in the frame. Silently he bowed and allowed them both to enter.

"Thank you, Alfred," she told him.

"Have a pleasant evening madam, sir," Alfred replied with a grin that spread across his face from ear to ear.


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

{{{SIE}}} .... huggs and kisses

Well anytime you fancy coming and doing awful things to my equipment, feel free .....

Oh Higher... I'd love to do awful things to your equipment...and afterwards...I'd even offer to repair any damages...so that I could do more awful things...over and over and over again...

Mmmm

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.2


Franco was curious. "Are we not good enough for the front entrance?" he asked looking at Alfred. The dwarf locked the doors securely and led the way ahead down a dimly lit passage, wide enough for them to walk in single file. "I have to say this is very mysterious." The sound of April's heels echoed, drowning out the dull dance music coming from the club.

"I like mysteries." April replied. Franco followed her, watching the sway of her hips as she followed the dwarf through a single padded door. He led them down a spiral staircase, which took them into the bowels of the premises. At the bottom they entered another room through doors, which Alfred opened without entering. "Thank you Alfred." Once more he bowed, allowing them in with the same unaltered smile on his face.
Franco looked around. The sight that met his eyes astounded him. There were table's set up and each one had two people sat in candlelight. There were men with men and women with women and the usual male and female couplings. April led Franco to a vacant table and they sat.

"So this is a private nightclub?" he asked.

"Yes. Very private."
The smooth jazzy music played softly and everyone seemed to be looking and whispering about the couple that had just arrived in their company. Franco politely nodded and smiled at some of them and they acknowledged likewise. "It is very dull. I expect it will liven up soon?" he asked.

"Oh yes. It will, very soon." April replied, grinning at her guest.

"So, your father was a musician? You say was. Is he not with us anymore?"

"He died when I was fifteen." April rested her arms on the table and her mind drifted momentarily, thinking of yet another man in her life she once admired. "He was a very good musician, although not as famous as some."

"I see. I am sorry to hear of that."

"No. It's ok."
Franco turned quickly to notice the waitress that had arrived at their table. She was tall, blonde hair tied back and wearing only a black thong. His eyes rested upon her full breasts, dark pink raised areola and nipples rouged the same colour as her lipstick. "Can I get you anything, Sir, Madam?"

"Yes. I think your best champagne would be nice right now."

"No sir. I was referring to me?" the waitress replied.

Franco looked back at April who was smiling once again. She studied the look of surprise upon his face and waited for him to say something. "What is this?"

"She wants to know what you want of her?"

"Of her?"

"Yes. Her body and her affections perhaps."

"But April, I don't understand?"

"Come now Franco, I think you understand what she means. What is your name?" April asked the waitress.

"Marion Madam."

"Well Marion, I think Franco would like you to remove your thong first of all."
Marion slowly slipped the thong down her thighs and bent forwards to remove them. "Stay!" April ordered. "Stay like that, turn and let Franco take a look at you from behind."

"This is not what I expected." Franco laughed. Marion turned, her buttocks facing him and his eyes fixed upon the partly open crease that gave him a view of her lips, folded like petals surrounded by a thin nest of dark blonde pubic hair.

"You're looking." April said. And so was every other guest in the room. Their eyes also fixed upon Franco, expressionless and silent. "Do you like what you see?"

"I'm not sure what this is all about."

"Its about you and Marion. What would you like to do to her?"
Franco laughed, this time with a hint of nervousness. "I can think of lots of things I would like to do to her. What is more important, it is what she is doing to me right now."

"And what would that be?" April asked.

"Well…" Once again she waited for his answer. "Is this some kind of trick?"

"Why would it be? Marion, stand up straight and show Franco what your speciality is."
Marion turned him gently and knelt between his open thighs looking him in the face. She began to loosen his jacket and then open his trouser buttons. Franco remained motionless, turning to April and then at what Marion was doing. Slowly and gently she placed her hand inside and he felt her touch him. He was limp and her actions soon began to change that. The guests could see only Marion with her hand inside his garments, but it was Franco alone who could feel it. His manhood becoming harder each stroke she gave him. "Are you enjoying it?" April asked.

"I am a man. Of course I am enjoying it." April watched as his expression shown signs of fighting his feelings. He was becoming aroused and yet he resisted because of where he was and the situation he found himself in.

"Marion how is he?"

"He is very hard Madam, and very wet."

"Make him cum."

"Yes Madam."
Marion's strokes became more rapid and Franco found it even harder to resist. He was in a world trapped between pleasure and anxiety and the pleasure took over as he threw his head back and began to breathe rapidly. April watched his eyes close tight as his body began to buck on the chair and he bit his lower lip letting out a moan of satisfaction. Marion stopped and then stood up. "It is done Madam."

"Thank you, that will be all for now." April dismissed her and she walked away slowly swaying and swinging her thong in her hand. Franco remained still and opened his eyes, turning to April.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"It was what you wanted."

"I never expected that to happen. What is this place?"

"It is my dream made reality." April replied.

"Yours? You own this club?"

"Just this basement, yes."

"Then all I can say is, you are a strange girl April and your sense of fun is outrageous. What happens now?"

"Follow me."
April led the way through the tables and Franco followed, fastening his trousers and nodding and smiling at the guests that still had their eyes fixed upon him, and still expressionless. "And who are they?" he asked himself.
They entered a room and April closed the door behind them. In the room was a desk and chair, lit only by a lamp-stand. April leaned against the table and folded her arms looking at him. "You want me don't you Franco?"

"For the contract? Yes."

She laughed. "That and something else?"

"You mean, do I want to make love to you? What man could resist that opportunity? But this I still don't understand. Why are you playing this game?"

"What game?"

"You invite me here and then allow this to happen. Why?"
She moved towards him and they stood close, without embrace. Franco was pulled in by her insatiable attraction, leaning in to kiss her. She opened her lips and he sucked upon her tongue until their kiss grew passionate. His hand found the split in her dress, which ran along her smooth thigh, and April grasped his wrist before he reached her hip, parting the kiss quickly. "No. Not yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I need a favour," she told him.

"What kind of favour?"

"Will you do anything for me. Anything I ask of you?"

"Yes. To be able to touch you and make love to you, I will do anything."

"Then sit down and listen to me."
He sat down and brushed back his hair, watching her every move she made as she opened the draw of the desk. April took out a large green envelope and placed it on the top. "This is important. And I need your word that you will do this favour for me." Franco had calmed himself and began to wonder what help she wanted. "I want you to deliver this." She handed him the envelope. It was bulky but soft to the touch.

"What is it?"

"That doesn't matter. Will you do it for me?" April sat astride his lap, allowing the dress to fall open along the splits so that he could see her pale blue panties tight against her groin. He watched as she gently slid forwards, allowing the neckline to plunge and give him a view of her silken skin and the well-rounded form of her breast.

"Tell me more. Where am I to deliver this?"

"When you return to Naples, you must deliver it to the name and address of the person written on the label." Franco looked and read it.

"I know this person."

"Yes I know you do," she replied, stroking his face with the backs of her fingers gently. "That is why I am asking you for this favour." She gently pulled his face to hers and then kissed him. Franco wanted more of the kiss, but she placed her fingers upon his lips. "No."

"Then I accept. Can we make love now?"

"Not yet. I must be sure that you do this for me."

"Of course I will."

"No. Not now and not here." Her slender fingers stroked his lips as he looked at her; his expression was full of curiosity.

"When?"

"When I come to Italy to work for you."

"But that isn't certain. Does this mean that you accept the contract?"

"Of course." She smiled and then kissed him. He held her close and she realised that the envelope was between them and quickly pulled back. "You must take care of it. Keep it safe, do not bend it or open it for any reason."

"What is in it?" he asked.

"A gift." April told him. She smiled and stared into his luscious brown eyes.
Later, the car returned. The driver parked and waited where he had dropped his passengers earlier that evening and within minutes the side doors opened. Franco was let out by Alfred and he turned to thank him.

"My pleasure sir." Alfred bowed and then closed the doors. Franco stood and thought about what had happened that evening and looked at the envelope in his hand. He stepped into the car and commanded the driver to return him to his hotel.


TBC...

 

[higherlevel4u]

Excellent, Sie ..... you've got me hooked ..... next instalment?

 

[higherlevel4u]

Oh Higher... I'd love to do awful things to your equipment...and afterwards...I'd even offer to repair any damages...so that I could do more awful things...over and over and over again...

Mmmm

I will take you up on that, you know that, don't you?

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.3


April watched as Alfred secured the doors. He turned and walked past her, this time there was no broad smile; instead he simply ignored her presence as if she was not there.

"Well done… well done." Marion appeared as if from nowhere and clapped her hands slowly. She stood behind April in the shadows. "I think that went rather well don't you?" April turned to look at her. She was now dressed and no longer the subservient waitress she had been earlier that evening. "I have paid the guests. They are ready to leave."

"I'm not sure if this is the right thing." April said. Marion moved closer, her face now visible and brandishing a triumphant smile. "Besides, I have never deceived anyone before."

"Oh? I am sure you have." Marion rested her outstretched arms on either side of April, placing her between herself and the wall. "You wanted this and together we can kill two birds with one stone. All you have to do is deny you ever came here tonight."

"And the driver?"

"The driver works for me. You see, everything is planned. All that remains is…" Marion ran a finger down April's hair, continuing across her cheek and stopping at her smooth open lips. "All that remains is your silence."

"I'm sorry I ever agreed to this."

"It's not the time for regrets. Not now that we have come this far."

"What did Franco do? Why do you hate him so much?"
Marion stepped back and her expression changed. "For what he did to my sister. I promised to get even, and now I have that chance, thanks to meeting you."

"And all I have to do is deny what happened?"

"Yes. And you get even too don't forget. Two birds, one stone. Revenge can be so sweet my dear April…so sweet."

"I need a cab. I have had enough for one night." April replied. Marion clicked her fingers and Alfred instantly appeared from the shadows of the narrow passage.

"You heard the lady, Alfred. Call a cab to collect her at the front entrance."

April returned to her apartment, showered and relaxed on her bed with the video camera in her hands. She re-wound the videocassette to the beginning of her solo performance that she recorded late that afternoon. Switched on the music centre with a remote control and continued to play the music by Strauss that she loved so much.

She was going to take a look at the tape, but the piece of music that was playing reminded her once more of her father. It was his favourite too. Memories began to flood into her mind of the time she sat on the balcony in the concert hall and watched her father conducting the very same piece. He did it with grace and with such confidence, feeling every part of the music and every instrument.

The phone rang at her bedside. She was woken from the flashback and noticed the time. It was late and she was not expecting anyone to call her, especially on her private number.
"Hello?"

"April? It's me, Franco," the voice told her. She was startled to even believe that he would contact her again so soon.

"How do you get my number?"

"That isn't difficult for me. I needed to speak to you. I can't sleep." She listened with concern. This was not supposed to happen. She knelt on the bed holding the towel around her. "Hello, April, are you there?"

"Yes."

"Like I said, I could not sleep. Tonight was so strange and I can't stop thinking about it. You exploited one of my weaknesses and nobody has ever done that before without me telling them. I need to see you."

"No!"

"Listen….don't hang up. Please, let me speak. Why is this gift for Michaelangelo so important? Why did you set me up?"

"Set you up?"

"I mean, why did you have to play that game? Don't get me wrong April, I enjoyed it. I know it was all arranged for me. I just thought there would be more."

"It wasn't a game."

"Then I don't understand. Of course, I will deliver the gift for you if that is the way you want it. And I will be looking forward to your working for me very soon. I will draft the contract right away and have it sent to you. But, this is so ridiculous, why can't we be together for a few hours. I can have my car collect you right away and let us forget my fetishes and fantasies for tonight."

"No Franco." She replaced the receiver back quickly, cutting him off.

She knelt for a while wondering what to do. This was not part of the plan. It was to be a meeting; the nightclub and that would be it. Within a few days the task would have been achieved, both Franco and Michaelangelo would be dead. Nobody would ever find out who had done it and if they investigated, then denial would allow them to get away with it. She lay back and bit her thumbnail nervously, her mind racing with thoughts of both regret and guilt. She trusted Marion explicitly.

Franco sat in his hotel room holding the phone in his hand. The faint sound of the disconnected line still purred as he thought and then he replaced the receiver wishing that April had taken up his offer. He wanted her so much and it had been a long time since he yearned so much for a woman like her. But he was also prepared to dismiss her strange behaviour, realising that she was simply playing with him, toying with his deep sexual emotions.

He called the operator asking for a line direct to Michaelangelo Menotti. It would be late back home, but he felt the call was now important. Within minutes Michaelangelo answered.

"Its Franco here, Franco DiBarras. I am so sorry to trouble you at such a late hour my friend but something is bothering me…"
April posed so naturally for the camera. She didn't need much prompting from the photographer as he stood for him in the way he expected. The flowing silk outfit she wore took on the shape it was supposed to in the breeze of the fan, and her form complimented it as it clinged to all the right parts of her body, the material pressing against her breasts, her nipple sharply defined.
"That is fantastic baby. Ok, call it a day," the photographer, told her. She relaxed and stood down from the set where her personal makeover artist waited to escort her to the dressing room. "Same time tomorrow April, please."

"No problem." she replied, kissing him gently on the cheek.
When she entered the dressing room, Franco was sitting at the dressing table. April was astounded to find him there. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I would pay you a visit."

"But you're supposed to be flying back to Naples."

"I cancelled my flight until a later date."

"You can't!"

"But I did. I needed to see you again."

April turned to her makeover artist, a sheepish bespectacled girl who seemed just as surprised as April to find Franco had invited himself in. "Why didn't you tell me?" April asked her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was here."

"Ok, leave us alone." The girl left in haste, closing the door behind her. April began to strip from the outfit that she wore with her back towards him. He watched intently as she stood naked except for her white briefs in front of him.

"Please, turn around, atleast let me see you," he requested. April cupped her breasts and turned to him, smiling. Despite her peculiar behaviour that still remained a mystery to him, she was in his eyes a very beautiful woman, totally irresistible. And April had equal thoughts about him. Out of all the men that she had met in her life so far, Franco was the most stunning. Not only did this man have power and wealth, but also immense physical attraction.

"Why didn't you come to me when I called you?" he asked. He stood and walked towards her. "I thought our little game had just begun."

"I was tired. It had been a long day." He took her left hand and gently eased it away from her. His eyes met with her breast and a nipple that shown what she was feeling in its erectness. "It was just a little something that I had arranged. I knew that you would enjoy it. As well as your favour of course."

"Ahh..Yes, the gift." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. She watched him, savouring each tender lick of his tongue as his eyes looked into hers.

"Michaelangelo was a very good friend of my father," she began to explain. "It is just something I wanted him to have."

"Of course." His kisses moved along the back of her hand with his eyes still fixed, watching her eyes fill with desire he was instilling. "Most people put gifts in little boxes wrapped in pretty paper."

"I had no time. I was very busy."

"Well, now I have more time here, to spend with you, maybe you could make it look more presentable." April was jolted by his unthinkable suggestion and quickly pulled her hand away.

"No."

"Why not?" he asked. She looked at him, her mind clutching for an answer that she did not have. "Is anything the matter?"

"No, no."

"I think there is. You are hiding something."

"What would I be hiding?" She began to look around the room for clothing, finding her brassiere; she began to put it on.

"Here let me fasten it for you." April lifted her hair for him as he began to fasten the clasps. He ran his fingers over her shoulder gently and his touch made her quiver, her eyes closed wanting more. It was one of the most sensitive erogenous parts of her body. He turned her around and their lips met. A kiss, which he had forced upon her, but she had found irresistible as it grew more passionate with every passing second.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. Franco lifted her, his hands grasping her buttocks as she threw her arms around him, continuing the kiss. He carried her to the dressing table, sat her upon it, scattering its contents aside.

April opened her thighs wide as his hand touched her groin, feeling her warm dampness. There was a pair of scissors at hand and he took them, cutting the waistband of her briefs on both her hips allowing the material to fall away, exposing her sex. He then cut her bra between her breasts. Clasping them in his hands, he squeezed them gently together to enable him to kiss and suck them as she tried to pull off his jacket. Franco helped her, throwing it to the ground. Seeing her now open to him made him pause.

Franco sank onto his knees and placed his fingers upon her pussy lips. She felt him part her, admiring her glistening petals and opening up her fresh pink private domain. There before him was everything he had imagined in his dreams. Then she felt his tongue tasting her, warm and penetrating. He brushed her tiny clitoris, enticing it from its protective hood and sending waves of ecstasy through her. Her fantasy came true atlast as she had longed to feel him doing that. The touch of his tongue exactly as she had predicted it would be. His finger going deeper into her made her shudder and sigh with pleasure.

He stood and with his arms leaning on either side of her, they kissed, passionately. April could taste her sex on his lips and that made everything more exciting. Never before had she been given oral sex until that moment. Franco was the first. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned his trousers and found him hard between her fingers, feeling the shape and girth of him. Again, she had dreamed of taking him in her mouth. The other night at the nightclub, she wanted to be in Marion's place, doing the things she was doing to him.

"Are you ready?" he whispered. Although she was ready there was something else she needed to make clear to him.

"Be gentle," she gasped softly. "It's my first time."

He paused for a moment and thought of what she had just confessed. It was something he had never expected. She was one of the most beautiful women in the world and still a virgin. He respected her for that and instead of thrusting deep and hard, he allowed her to guide him between her lips and slowly he pressed into her.

April gave out a gasp as she felt him enter her. It was no different at first to the fingers she had become accustomed to. Then gently he began to push deeper. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

"Are you sure you are ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Tell me if it hurts you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm ok. I'm sorry."

"There is no need to be sorry April. I never realised that you would be a virgin. That fact only makes this time more precious to me."

She smiled, her eyes closed gently and she released her grip on his skin. "Thank you." Franco gave her a gentle thrust, sending his manhood as far inside of her as he could. Once more her fingers gripped in response. It was not pain, but the feeling of fullness and the intimacy that went with it.

"I promise I will not cum inside of you," he whispered gently. It was a desire she craved, but she knew that for him to release himself into her was not sensible. Not only was she a virgin, but also she was ripe and fertile and this moment was only for pleasure and not for procreation.

He began to push and retract, slowly at first, gauging her response. April could feel her orgasm growing, she began to ride it and savour the journey to her climax. Franco gave her that privilege as her cries grew louder and he knew that she had peaked when her fingernails dug into his skin and her body trembled. To April it was like no other orgasmic release she had ever felt before. This time it was not self induced, this time her mantra was not music and this time the fantasies were real. And now instead of ceasing, Franco began to slow his rhythm, allowing the feelings in her to dwell.

"Enjoy it my precious," he told her. "Let me take you where you have never been before." Now she knew the difference. Franco gave her an orgasm that lasted far beyond her realised expectations. Then he reached his own limits under the strength of such passion. He withdrew and she felt the warm spurt of his cum hit her navel as he groaned out his own orgasmic release in harmony with hers.

Together they began to relax and the kissing was no longer fervent, but gentle and loving. April felt a calming spread through her. Something she was saving for someone special had now been completed, and yet Franco was still a stranger to her. And then he whispered something, which made her think. "I love you."

There was a knock at the door. "Miss, may I come in?" the voice asked. It was her makeover artist. Franco pulled away from her so that she could make herself decent.

"I will be free in a moment." April replied.

"The photographer wishes to close the studio."

"Tell him to wait, I won't be long." Franco smiled and held her close, sealing their past few moments with another long meaningful kiss.


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

Excellent, Sie ..... you've got me hooked ..... next instalment?

{{ HIGHER }}

This was an attempted novel ....

But I didn't like it...so I made it into a short story... hope you enjoy it Higher and others too if they drop by...

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.4


The room was dim. Lit only by a pink shaded wall light and below it a bed, on which Marion lay naked, crying with pleasure. Her wrists handcuffed to the wall, her breasts heaving and shuddering as she bucked.

"Oh yes, yes!" Her voice repeated as she shuck her head from side to side in a wild display of gratification. And beside her was the sex slave, a muscular man, young and dark tanned with sapphire blue eyes, his fingers inside her sex, stroking her to an orgasmic climax.

The dwarf servant, Alfred entered the room carrying a mobile phone and the sex slave withdrew his tender touches.

"Miss Marion, an important call." Marion stopped; her breathing was heavy with a look of anguish on her face. She hated being disturbed during times of extreme ecstasy.

"How many times have I told you never to disturb me?"

"But this is Miss April." Alfred replied. The slave released her right hand from the cuff so that she could take the call.

"What is it April? This better be urgent."

"It is. Very urgent." April replied. "Franco did not return as we expected."

"What? What do you mean he didn't return as expected? This is not a good time for silly jokes."

"I'm not joking. It isn't going to happen."
Marion sat herself up and dismissed her slave and servant. "Ok. So you had better explain. And it better be good."

"I think he knows something. I knew this was a bad idea."
April sat in her lounge watching the video of herself with the sound turned down.

"I was with him this afternoon and I asked him to return the letter."

"Did you tell him that it was a bomb?"

"No, I'm not that stupid."

"You mean we did all that for nothing?"

"Yes. I told you, it was a bad idea. We should never have gone this far."

"So what do we do now?" Marion asked.

"Leave it with me." April disconnected her phone and placed it beside her as Franco's hand touched hers. Together, they watched the video and the finale that played out before them. April's eyes widened, a pleasurable grin on her face as the sight of herself on screen, reaching her climax to the music, filled her with the feelings of sexual desire, to re-live the moment once more.

Franco touched her face, watching her expression as she closed her eyes and bit gently into her lip. "You like pleasuring yourself I see?" he whispered. She nodded her head in reply. "And you like to watch yourself?" His hand moved down and touched her covered breast, the hardness of her nipple on his fingertips. "The music, it gives you pleasure?" Her eyes opened slightly and she looked at him.

"This is my thing. I have always pleasured myself to this particular piece since I can remember." Franco smiled and reached over to kiss her.

April turned on the music centre. He lay and watched from the bed at her naked form turn around and walk slowly towards him.

Everything lit by the dull atmospheric candlelight. The music began to play and the room filled with sound. Another one of her classical favourites by Stravinsky. She straddled his hips and leaned forward, kissing his forehead and onto his nose. His eyes closed, feeling her tender affections as her breasts gently brushed against his chest. As their tongues entwined she felt his hands touching her buttocks, a straying finger exploring her sex and his hardness pressing against her. She sat up, and for the first time, she was able to see his manhood, proudly standing, its skin darker than the skin on her navel and its head unhooded. Her fingers caressed, feeling the veins that stood out like inverted rivulets. It had not been the first time she had touched a man in that way.

He raised his hands, clasping her breasts affectionately. The feel of him in her fingers and his upon her nipples sent a soothing wave of pleasure through her body. She felt the need to do something that only existed within her fantasies. She looked at him and smiled and slid along his legs until positioned to take his manhood into her mouth. The first taste of a man was not as she expected as her tongue explored every part of his glans and then the bitterness of his precum became yet another sensation.

Franco brushed his hands through her hair, moaning with his appreciation of what she was doing. She increased her actions, taking him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking, savouring its soft skin against her tongue. His hand pressed more firmly on her head and his hips began to buck with the rhythm at which she pleased him. His moans became louder as he murmered something under his breath and suddenly without warning she felt his warm charge flow into her throat. She had no alternative but to swallow. With the second deluge of cum she was able to hold it, allowing it to cover his manhood in a mingled concoction with her own saliva. She released him, using her slender hand to expel yet another charge that flowed like white syrup over her fingers.

For some reason, the music no longer seemed important. Franco had replaced that certain magic. The enchantment of making love to the music itself had become second place in the reality of things. This was a real man, a real lover and together they made their own kind of music. Unlike the younger men she once teased in foreplay in her not to distant past, Franco remained hard. And unlike the past, she was now ready to take the intensity of sexual intercourse. She desired to take control.

Slowly, April slipped his manhood into her. She was wet and his passage seemed easier now as she pressed down. He held her hips allowing her to gently ride him, using her fingers to touch her clitoris, producing a combination of masturbation and the feel of him inside. The wave of tingling sensations flooded her senses as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. The release was tremendous and a new sensation that she had now discovered.
Franco smiled up at her. He was the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes upon and now he looked even more delicious, having fulfilled one of her wildest dreams. She leaned towards him once more and lay in his arms, feeling his warmth and the caress of his fingers as they played through her hair. The closeness of a man had never seemed the same as that feeling she now had.

The only man that had ever shown her affection before was her father until now. Despite her hypnotic beauty, she had deprived herself of sexual pleasures with others. Her relationships with men in the past were kept distant, to prevent her temptations taking over. Nothing more than a deep kiss sometimes, with no feelings, that gave them the impression that she was cold.
It was not that she hated men or sex. It was deeper than that. April was grieving in her own way the sudden death of the man she loved so much, as if she believed that she could belong to no other. Then, the self-loving and vanity took over as the years went by. In a way, it gave her self-confidence to become who she was and made making love to herself and the music more important than seeking love elsewhere.

The chance meeting with Franco DiBarras was an opportunity for her to meet a man she admired from afar for so many years and also a means of revenge, in getting even with his friend Michaelangelo Menotti, who she believed was responsible for her fathers suicide. And it was Marion who would mastermind the plan that would satisfy them both. But April was not sure that Franco should be harmed in all of this. She had never met him until now and before that, killing a stranger seemed something she could partly accept. Now it was different. Menotti was the only one she wanted dead to satisfy her grief, not Franco.

"I have the envelope at my hotel if you want it returning," he said. She leaned up beside him and ran her fingers over his chest, deep in thought. " I can have it sent to you."

"Yes! I want it back." Her ambitious reply made him wonder.

"Tell me what is in it? I need to know. Don't keep it a mystery anymore."

"Like I said, it is a gift from me to Michaelangelo. Nothing special."

"That is interesting, because I spoke to him and told him about
you. It took him some time before he realised who you were."

"And?"

"He remembers you. The daughter of his colleague, Andrew Rising, a brilliant conductor. It seems he respected your father."
"Is that so?"

"And it seems that you don't agree with that."
April threw back the bed quilt and dashed to the bathroom. That was enough to convince Franco that there was something not only mysterious about the envelope, but the whole set up he had found himself part of. There were secrets and lies surrounding the whole thing and although he respected her and made the journey to England especially to meet her, now he found himself involved in something that threatened his life perhaps.
He followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, her mind in deep thought, as if he was not there. "Tell me what is in the envelope and I promise I will keep it just between us. It will go no further." April looked up at him and realised just how much this plan was going all wrong.

"You must not open it under any circumstances."

"Why? You have to tell me." He knelt before her and took her hand in his. "What is in the envelope?"

"It's a bomb."

"A bomb? What kind of bomb?"

"A letter bomb. It will explode as soon as Michaelangelo opens it." Franco stood up and looked at her in disbelief. The audacity of the suggestion that she had plotted to kill his friend was devastating, and he was to be the carrier, the means of delivering it, his nemesis.

"You plotted to kill Michaelangelo? But why?"

"Because of what he did to my father."

"But, what did he do that was so terrible. I don't understand."

"He forced him to take his own life."

"How?"

April explained the time when she was with her father in Paris and Michaelangelo and he had an argument in the hotel room. "My father wrote a composition which he gave to him. Michaelangelo said that the music was similar to one that he had written months before and he accused my father of stealing it. They argued for a long time, almost fighting and then Michaelangelo told him that if he dared to perform it at the concert he would sue him."

"And did the composition belong to Michaelangelo?" Franco asked.

"Yes. My father reworked it and made lots of alterations and improvements. So many that he made it his own work. There was very little of the original score that Michaelangelo had written."

"And then?"

"Two days later my father conducted at a concert that Michaelangelo could not attend. He practiced the additional piece and that evening it was performed for the very first time. My father told the audience that it was his latest composition and Michaelangelo found out. They became enemies and months later my father lost everything he had. The court agreed with Michaelangelo that the composition was originally his. My father was ruined."

The memories flooded back and April began to sob as Franco held her tightly. "I didn't know about this. Michaelangelo is a very private man, he never mentioned this to me at all." As he held her, he realised that if he had delivered the letter bomb, then he too would also be a victim. There was no doubt that he would have been with Michaelangelo when he opened it.

"I'm sorry Franco."

"You do know that this bomb would have injured or killed me also don't you?"

April lifted her head from his shoulder. He wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked back at him. "Yes. And that part of the plan was not my doing."

"Then you are not alone in this?"

"No. I could never mastermind a plan like that on my own."
"Then who?"

She took his hand and walked with him back into the bedroom. Together they sat and she explained the nightclub to him. "It isn't my club. That was a way of getting you there so that I could hand you the envelope. Not only that it was also someone's idea of humiliating you at the same time."

Franco was becoming more confused. He knew that April herself was not the kind of person who could go that far. He let her continue;

"Three months ago I met Marion, the waitress at the nightclub. She found out about my father and Michaelangelo and knew that I was angry inside about what had happened. She also found out that you had an interest in me and discovered that you were trying to arrange a meeting with me to discuss a contract and she also found out how interested I was in you. Well, more than just interested, she knew that I had a thing about you"

He smiled and stroked her face gently. "This thing is obviously that you wanted me?"

"Yes. From a distance, the first time I saw you, I have always wanted to meet you. I fell in love with you I suppose, if that is ever possible."

"In that case, I must fall in love with every beautiful woman that I see."

"No Franco, I'm serious. I had a crush on you. As far as I was concerned, you were the most handsome man I ever saw. And when I found out that you wanted to meet me I was so overwhelmed."

"And Marion? Where does she come into this?"

"Marion came to see me. She approached me as an agent and offered me a partnership in a project she was planning in the US. The promise of becoming a TV presenter was irresistible and I realised that this could be something I might need in the future. But then as the weeks went by I began to realise that she had no project, and her interest in me was for her own purpose. She wanted to use me to get back at you."

"Me? Am I supposed to know her?"

"No. But there is someone you knew, that links you two together."

"Who?"

"Her sister. You and her once lived together. She drowned in an accident."

Franco stood up quickly and suddenly remembered that tragic evening in Capri more than ten years ago. "Yvette! This can't be happening."

"I don't even know her sisters name. But whatever happened Franco she feels you were responsible for her drowning. She wants to even the score."

"I don't understand. I was not to blame."

"I don't know all the reasons for her wanting you dead. But what I do know is that you and Michaelangelo became close friends and Marion convinced me that I too could get even with someone who I grew to hate so much. But then, when I realised that you were involved in her plan, the more I wanted this whole thing to end."

"Then why did you go ahead with it? Why didn't you end it?"

"Because Marion is a very powerful and dangerous person Franco. She threatened me. I saw the things she could do to me if I didn't go along with it."

Now things were beginning to become clearer to him. Yvette was someone he had fallen in love with and she was now in his past. That evening would always be in his memory, as Yvette tumbled and fell into the harbour from the yacht. She had drunk herself into a rage and both of them argued. She told him that she was leaving the party for their hotel room and he was not to follow. The next day her body was found.

Franco sat beside her on the bed again and April put her arm around his shoulders, this time to console him of sad memories. "You were in love with this girl?"

"Yes. She was everything to me. I was so upset when that accident happened, but I was not to blame. Of course, I knew that her family had ideas of their own. For months they threatened me and then it all stopped. I began to rebuild my life and career from then on. And now this."

"Believe me Franco, I am so sorry."

"Wait. If I'd have gone back to Naples when I should, then..."


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

TEST...

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.5


A thick mist had settled across the estuary in the cold of the autumn morning. The tugboat chugged its way to the centre of the river and then the engines stopped. Only the sound of the small waves hitting the hull could be heard as Franco moved to the stern and looked over the side. In his gloved hands was the envelope. He took one last look at it and then dropped it into the cold water, watching it float at first and then disappear out of sight as it sank into the murky river.

April stepped up behind him and he turned his head towards her. "That's it. It can't do any harm now," he said. She hugged him, squeezing his arm tightly and giving out a sigh of relief. He tapped her hand and gently kissed her on the head. It was the only way they knew of disposing of the letter bomb.

Franco nodded his orders to the pilot to return to the harbour. The mist began to lift slightly as the morning air warmed in the orange glow of the sunrise. They both sat on the coiled hawser;
April linked his arm, cuddling close not only for warmth but affection as the slow moving boat continued on its way. He looked at her and lifted her chin towards his stare "I love your eyes. You have wonderful blue eyes that speak by themselves," he told her. She smiled at him as he gazed into them. "I am drowning in them." She laughed, almost a giggle, finding his comment quite amusing.

"I bet you say that to every girl you meet?"

"No, not every one. Only those with eyes that are as beautiful as yours."

"Oh. And how many beautiful eyes have you met so far?" she asked.

"Countless. But then, yours are the most beautiful so far."

"You say they speak by themselves? What are they saying to you?"

"They are telling me that I am the luckiest man alive right now."


Her smile subsided somewhat. She had detected the meaning of what he meant and he was right to add that, because he was lucky to be where he was instead of returning to Naples when he had originally planned. "I know that deep inside you will never forgive me for setting you up. I didn't do anything to stop you returning…"

He pressed two fingers against her lips to prevent her from speaking. "Hush. You did do something. You made me stay just by being who you are. I couldn't leave without seeing you again."
She still doubted his reason and felt so guilty inside. To appease the moment she smiled again and drew closer to meet his kiss. "Have you ever been to a slosh?" she asked him, after they parted their lips.

"What on earth is a slosh?"

"Good, then its obvious you haven't."

"But I get the feeling that you are going to take me to one, right?" April nodded her reply with a mischievous grin.
The tugboat pilot accepted his fee for the private trip and the two lovers disembarked and got into the waiting car. Then April realised something she had forgotten about. The driver was the same man who drove them to the nightclub and Marion's words resounded in her head; "The driver works for me."

"So where to now?" Franco asked. April stared from the rear seat into the driver's rear view mirror, looking at him. She was horrified to notice him. "April? Are you ok? You look as if you have seen a ghost or something."

"No! I'm ok. I think we should go back to my apartment for a while."

"That's fine by me. This slosh comes later perhaps?"

"Of course."
During the journey through the morning traffic the driver kept on looking at her now and then, using his mirror, and April could feel his glances. Franco was oblivious to what she knew, but now there was a feeling of danger. Marion and those who worked for her were capable of doing anything.

"Driver? This isn't the way we came." Franco said.

"It's a diversion sir, to escape the heavy traffic," the driver replied.

"Sorry, I am a stranger in this city, forgive my intrusion."

"That's fine sir, no problem." April gripped Franco's hand tightly.

"What is it?" Franco asked. She just looked back at him with a worried expression, gripping even tighter. "Tell me?"

"Perhaps the lady isn't feeling well sir?" the driver asked.

"April, are you feeling ill?"

Suddenly the car began to speed along a slip road leading onto a highway that led out of the city. "Just sit tight and I'll have you home in no time," the driver explained. Franco began to realise that something was seriously wrong.

"Wait. Where are you taking us?"

"Home."

"This isn't the way to Miss Rising's apartment you fool."

"Did I say it was sir?"

"Turn back now!"

"Make me," the driver replied, now looking at April full on in the rear mirror with a malevolent grin on his face. She closed her eyes as panic struck her, but she fought it off, she had to be strong, she had once again compromised not only Franco's life, but now her own.

"Don't worry darling, I'll sort this out soon enough." Franco assured her.

The drive took them into the countryside and to a house set back from a quiet country road. The car turned into a driveway through open gates and as they continued the gates shut behind them automatically. "Where is this?"

"It's where Marion lives." April replied.
The house was large, spread out on one level and the car drew up to the front door. There were other cars parked nearby of all types including one distinctive green Lamborghini. The driver unlocked the doors and Franco jumped out to confront him, but he found himself restrained by two men in dark suits that seem appear from nowhere. They each held him by his arms. "Let me go!"

"Oh please, lets not have all this fuss." Marion came out of the house through the front door and walked towards Franco. "Let him go boys."

"The waitress. So we meet again."

"Look, I'm no more a waitress than you are a brain surgeon. But lets not go into that now. Welcome to my humble abode Mister DiBarras, I have been so looking forwards to meeting you again."
April remained seated in the car. The driver leaned on the door waiting for her to get out. "You staying there all day?" he asked. She looked at him and then got out quickly, slamming the door shut.

"Franco I'm sorry this had to happen."

"Don't worry April, it seems that Marion here is very determined to have me for a guest." He looked at Marion and smiled at her. "I hope that we are welcome."

"Of course. There is a little unfinished business to tend to. Please go inside."

Inside the house seemed huge. They followed their host into a drawing room decorated with erotic paintings hanging from the walls and a large window that spread from wall to wall overlooking a lawn that seemed to go on forever. The morning sun shon into the room making it airy and light.

"Please make yourselves at home. Alfred take their coats for them."

Alfred, the dwarf servant waited for Franco and April to remove their coats and then left the room with them draped over one arm. Franco watched as the little man struggled somewhat to close the door behind him. "You have a strange way of inviting your guests."

"Sorry about that. But it was the only way I knew I could you here. Would you two care for some refreshments? Perhaps some breakfast?"

"No thank you, we already ate." April replied.

"This is a very nice house you have Marion." Franco told her.

"Yes it is. It's a pity you never got to see it twelve years ago." Marion replied.

"Ahh yes, I was invited by Yvette, but had other things to do."

"Why are we here Marion?" April asked, cutting to the chase to prevent further false pleasantries that might begin to arise.

"Well, I thought a little fun might be in order."

"What you mean is; you want to kill me?" Franco said. He had now adjusted himself to the fact that they had both been kidnapped.

"Did I say that?" Marion asked. "You really do have a very low opinion of me Franco. I am very disappointed in you."

"He knows about the letter bomb, Marion." April explained.

"And you told him everything about our little plan I suppose."

"Everything he needed to know."

"You know, that was a really good plan if I may say so myself. It's a pity it never happened. And April, you were the weakest link."

"So you intend to have fun with us?" Franco asked. "Like the other night?"

"You enjoyed it."

"Maybe I did. I love the touch of a beautiful woman, especially one that makes me cum as you did. And by the feel of your fingers, I could also detect that you too were enjoying it. Your hand was trembling, perhaps with the desire to have our game go further."

Marion smiled and moved closer to Franco. She ran her finger along his thigh and stopped at his groin. "I love it when I make a man cum. It gives me a sense of control, and domination over him."

"Just like someone else I once knew." Franco replied smirking.

"Yes. But that someone else wrote in her diary about the things you did to her."

"She wanted those things. Surely you can understand that?"

"What are you two talking about?" April asked. She was feeling left out of the conversation and trying to keep ahead of the situation that was unfolding.

"Yvette and Franco." Marion replied.

"What things?"

"Our private little games." Franco replied. He and Marion were locked in eye contact as if communicating with each other's minds, but they were simply locked in a state of verbal one-upmanship, waiting for each other to make another comment.

"I read her last diary entries." Marion explained. "That's what your argument was about the night you pushed her over the side of the yacht?"

"I did not push her. She left the party to return to our hotel room ashore. Then for some reason she stayed, she was drunk and leaned over the rail of the yacht."

"That's what you wanted us to believe."

"That is the truth. Whatever she wrote in her diary was pure fantasy anyway. Like you Marion, she had a very wild imagination."

"Wait!" April lifted her hand and interrupted them. "Can we come to some agreement here? Forget the past and the whole plan? Lets just call it quits."

"Is that what you want?" Marion asked laughing.

"Yes. The whole thing was crazy and besides I think this is getting out of hand."

"I agree." Franco replied.

"I don't. Have you forgiven Michaelangelo?"

"I was stupid." April replied. "I was over-reacting. Nobody was harmed."

"Ok, lets call it quits then. But I still need to do something."
Marion rang a small brass bell four times and Alfred returned. "Yes Madam?" He bowed and stood beside his mistress. The wide smile had reappeared once more on his face, which April had now become familiar with. There was something mischievous about Alfred in a way that he always took pleasure in being part of Marion's little games.

"Have you prepared the special room yet?"

"It is ready."

"Good. Then it is time for a little fun I think. Will you both follow me please?"

Franco looked at April with a look of anticipation. She shook her head in reply and they both followed their host and her servant out of the room. She led them down a set stairs leading to the basement and then into another room.

Inside the room was like a dungeon. There were shackles hanging from the cold grey stone walls, a cage large enough to fit two people and a stainless steel operating table fitted with stirrups at one end. Along one wall were lockers containing whips, chains and various other instruments of pain and pleasure.

"Impressed?" Marion asked smiling.

"Should I be?"

It was nothing new to April. Infact, she was going to treat Franco to something similar and perhaps not as hostile or as cold as this. A place that her friends kept for private pleasure; slosh. But this was something more daunting, more outrageous. She had only watched others indulge in such acts before. Her proposed invitation to slosh was merely to experience some part of it with Franco and nothing more.

"Yvette loved this room. Are you surprised at that Franco?"

Marion asked.

"Not really."

"When this house was built for us she had this room set up for her friends. Then of course she met you Franco." Her voice tended to echo off the walls as she spoke, walking around Franco as if weighing him up. "Then I learned about the things she did in here. The games. I soon realised that my sister was kind of strange in her sexual tastes. I thought I might even try them myself as I got older. Feel the kind of pleasure she enjoyed."

"And?" Franco asked.

"I enjoyed them." Marion sat on a stool and reached out for one of the shackles. She took the cuff in her hand and felt its cold metal between her fingers. "I learned to enjoy the pleasure one can get from pain and torture."

"Can someone please explain why we are here?" April asked.

"Of course. I am going to let you both share in that pleasure."

Marion walked over to April and gently ran her hand through her hair. "Did I not promise you April that I would show you things? I think you are ready now. Surely you and Franco have had sex together?"

"Yes." April replied. Her eyes looked towards Franco as he stood watching Marion unfasten the silver buttons one by one on the shoulder strap of April's dress.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you ready."

Marion continued on the other strap until the front and back of the dress fell, exposing April's black lace bra. A gentle tug sent the dress falling to her ankles. Franco continued to watch as April stood in her underwear. Black thong and stockings held by a suspender belt that complimented the smoothness of her pink almost flawless skin.

"Did I ever tell you April, you make me so horny?" Marion asked. Her voice almost a whisper as she stared into April's blue eyes, now holding back a certain fear inside. April glanced at Franco, wondering if he was even going to stop this as Marion unclipped her bra at the front and let her firm breasts stand free. "Such wonderful breasts April. I love them." Marion took them in her hands gently and held them; running her thumbs delicately over each nipple and watching them get into their full erectness. April closed her eyes and felt Marion's cold hands. She had never been touched that way by another woman before and somehow it felt strange but pleasing. "I'm not going to harm you. Just play with you."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I promised. Don't you remember?"

Marion turned to look at Franco and laughed at him. "Look at him? He loves to watch. I bet his cock is standing hard right now, wanting to be relieved. Did you know that Franco loved to watch and at the same time as being sucked?"

"Stop this." Franco replied.

"Why should I?"

"April, tell me now that you want this to go further?" he asked.

"And if I said no?" April replied. "What will you do to stop it happening?"


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

A short...for Lorraine

Before I close my eyes to sleep

I cuddle up to the man beside me

I think of you also

Because you are my lover

And together in that space

You both exist

Keeping me safe, warm and secure

Making me feel alive and happy

Each of you have a special place of your own

A place in my heart and soul

Because I love you both

xxx

 

[higherlevel4u]

Hi Sie ..... just been for my latest APRIL fix ...... you are very, very good, you know.


Have you ever had any work published traditionally, as opposed to digital media?

 

[Sienna]

Hi Sie ..... just been for my latest APRIL fix ...... you are very, very good, you know.

Have you ever had any work published traditionally, as opposed to digital media?

I have set myself a target...

First I want to get used to writing and concentrating on my real found genre...so far it's a bit of erotica and sci-fi and a touch of what is called "romantica"...

When I am around 24 or 25 I will then go for my first novel. So far in the genre I am writing, the publishers like to see more "experience" before publishing...so I am taking their advice.

Afterall, Anais Nin didn't start publishing until later on in life although her journals and diaries started as early as 15! ...she was cool ...I love her works and also DH Lawrence. And I will let you into a secret about good old DH...he was a friend of my great grandfather and I have an "original manuscript" of his work

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.6


April faced the blank grey wall. The metal cuff of the shackle snapped closed onto her wrist and Franco stepped back, running his hand over her naked buttocks.

"I promise I will be gentle," he told her. She trusted him, but at the same time could not believe how far he was going with this.
As he turned; Marion pointed a small handgun close between his eyes. "Stop! Now it's your turn Franco. Strip naked."

"I don't think there is need for that gun."

"Well, it kind of makes me feel better." Marion replied pulling back the trigger.

"You don't trust me do you Marion? You must hate me really bad."
"I don't hate you. I just like playing with you," she smiled.
Franco began to remove his clothes slowly as Marion sat on a stool watching. He could see that she was not used to using a gun by the way she held it. Although it was small and lightweight, it looked heavy in her hand. She watched him strip, taking pleasure from it. April tried to look back, her arms suspended limp from the shackles. "I don't mind playing your games Marion, but this is crazy," she remarked.

"Not really. You are not used to domination that's all."

"A gun? That isn't domination. That is insanity."

"Lets just call it a new toy. More fear, makes the game more interesting don't you think?"

Franco stood naked as Marion stood and walked up close to him. She pointed the gun at his chest and then slid it downwards over his navel and then at the top of his manhood, limp and yet threatening. "I can see now why Yvette liked you," she told him. "Very nice."

"I am so glad you like it." Franco grinned. He was scared deep within, but hid it, not showing that Marion was totally in control. But she knew about fear and how men try so hard to be brave under such pressure. To her it was part of the game.

"See that whip in the cabinet over there?" Franco looked and saw a red leather whip hanging by its handle from a hook in the open cabinet. It had many tails that trailed from it almost a metre long. "Get it out."

He walked over to the cabinet and took it out, running the tails between his fingers and then realised what the significance was. "Feels good don't it Franco?" Marion asked.

"Yes it does."

"Yvette loved it didn't she?"

"She wanted it. She begged me to do it."

"No. She begged you to stop, but you didn't stop that particular night did you? Instead you kept on thrashing her and thrashing her until her back began to bleed. Took it beyond the limits."

"That isn't true Marion," he replied, turning to her and noticing the angst in her eyes. "She wanted more and more. She forced me to do it. Said that she would leave me if I didn't. I loved her so much I could not bear for that to happen. So I carried on until she fainted."

"That isn't what the last entry said."

"I told you. She wrote nothing but fantasies in her diary."

"Then what did you two argue about?" Marion stood close to him, demanding.

"It wasn't about that. It was about her new ideas which I could not accept."

"Tell me?"

"She wanted to share herself with another man apart from me. There was no way I was sharing her with someone else."

"Go on…"

Franco began to tell his story; "We got to the party on the yacht and we began to mingle with the other guests. The dress she wore hid those appalling welts on her back, but there was a hint of blood seeping through the material still. I told her that the party was a bad idea and that we should go back to the hotel.
She disagreed and began to talk to this man who we had met at the festival a few days before. I watched them both. They found a quiet spot away from the crowd and he was touching her intimately. He noticed the faint dark patches of blood through the material and he obviously asked her about it. They saw me watching and both of them smiled, whispering. I knew what they were talking about."

April listened. And she also knew now what Marion had planned for her and Franco in that dungeon. Franco continued;
"Gradually as the night went on Yvette got drunk. The man was all over her. Then she came back to me and told me that she had invited him back to our hotel later for more fun. This time she wanted something more than just pain. She wanted us both to fuck her."

Marion looked at him. His face was sad because of the memories. "And you obviously told her no?"

"Yes. I told her that the idea was crazy and she said she was leaving. I knew that if she left on her own then I could watch this man. Make sure he did not follow her atleast."

"Then when she left..?"

"Nobody knew she was still there, walking around the deck waiting for her cab. That's when it happened and nobody knew until I returned to the hotel and found our room empty. I thought she had found someone else, so I did not think about it any further. Then in the morning…"

"I still don't believe you."

Franco took a deep breath and looked at her. "I didn't expect you would."

"So, its time for you to re-live that night. The moments in the hotel room before the party." Marion turned to look at April. "There she is. The woman you love so much to hurt and torture."

"No! April is different."

"Really? That is even better still. I can enjoy watching you punish her."

April began to struggle against the shackles, but the cuffs were locked around her wrists. "You can't make him do this Marion!" she shouted. "Please don't make him do this, please." Her cries sounded out echoing with desperation around the walls of the dungeon.

"I'm not going to do it." Franco replied.

Marion looked at him and then pointed the gun up to his face. "Yes you are. It's for both of you. It's for your lives."

"You intend to kill us both if I refuse?"

"No problem."

"And how far do you want me to go Marion?"

"All the way."

Franco walked up to the wall were April was restrained. He could hear her crying, filled with fear of pain that she anticipated and the horror that it was Franco that was going to administer it. Then she realised within herself that maybe she deserved it for plotting to kill him and Michaelangelo, and then her crying stopped.

"I love you Franco," she murmered, her face against the wall, marking it with her tears. "But I will forgive you."

"I can never hurt you intentionally April. You do understand that?"

"Yes. But perhaps I deserve it. That is why I will forgive you."

"No. You don't deserve it." His fingers traced the line of her backbone. "This is not my doing and I am weak." He turned and looked at Marion, sitting and still pointing the gun at him with a grin on her face. "Weak because I am forced to do it."

He stood back, halfway between Marion and April with the whip poised in his hand. He then stood to the side and felt its weight, estimating the swing he would need to make the first lash. He looked ahead towards the door and raised it slowly.

"I see you are already an expert. Very good, this could be fun."
Marion commented. There was a look of concentration on his face and he looked from the corner of his eyes at Marion. The whip flew side-ways. Not against April, but towards Marion. The tails instantly wrapping themselves around her neck in a coiling grip, taking her by surprise. The handgun fell to the floor and he picked it up as Marion fell back from the stool.

"Bastard!" Marion gasped. The tails of the whip had coiled so tight that it almost restricted her breathing. Franco stood and looked down holding the gun to her.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Fuck you!" she replied, unravelling the tails. They left red marks around her neck, sore yet not a sign of broken skin. She sat up and threw the whip away from her.

"No Marion. Maybe it is I who should fuck you now. The door is closed and nobody can hear a thing outside or above us."

"Franco! Please don't!" April cried out.

"You will never get out alive." Marion warned. "Do what you will, but it will be your last. Both of you."

He stepped back towards April and unlocked one of the cuffs to free her so that she could free the other by herself. "Do me a favour." April rubbed her wrists and looked at him. "Go upstairs and ask Alfred to join us."

"No. Why should I?"

"We need him to get out of here."

"You're not going to harm him are you?"

"I will try not to."

April ran to the door and opened it. She was totally naked, but it did not matter now. She ran up the stairs and found the drawing room door open "Alfred!" she called. He was waiting. A gun in his hand pointing to her and that distinctive grin across his face. She noticed the TV and the vision of the dungeon displayed upon it. Alfred had been watching the whole thing in the comfort of an easy chair.


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

Higher...

I want to comment on something about the UK Personals Thread...

Don't you think its getting a little..."heavy recently?"

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.7


Alfred placed the gun on the low table and gazed at April standing before him. "Don't worry Miss April, it isn't loaded," he said. His eyes scanned every inch of her naked body in admiration.

"You were watching us?"

"Yes. And recording. The mistress likes to record everything. There are hidden cameras everywhere in this house."

"You have to help us get out of here."

"Sorry Miss April, but you will be the only one leaving."

"What do you mean?"

Alfred smiled and his eyes settled on someone behind her. She turned, but only to feel a sharp pain in her buttock that seemed to burn like fire and the face of one of the bodyguards looking back with his penetrating blue eyes. "What…"

"Pleasant dreams Miss April…pleasant dreams." Alfred's voice seemed to echo around the room, around her head as the face of the bodyguard became contorted in her vision. A calm feeling came over her and suddenly everything around her seemed to melt away in a grey mist and a peaceful silence.

The limousine slowly made its way down the back alleyway. The dark of the night forced the driver to illuminate the way through using the headlights full on and then it stopped. Two burly figures emerged from the back carrying the limp body between them and then swung it gently into a pile of plastic garbage bags. The body sank into them, almost disappearing as the bags closed in around it under the weight. The figures stood back for a while and just as silently as they had arrived they returned to the car.


The dawn spread its light across the city. The garbage collector walked along the alleyway checking on the loads that needed to be moved to the waiting vehicle on the street. He came upon the garbage bags and kicked them, checking their weight and then a slender arm fell limp towards him. "Holy Shit!" he exclaimed.

Looking closer he discovered the arm belonged to a woman. She wore a coat and her long brown hair covered most of her face. With his heavy gloved hand he swept the hair away and looked at her. "Ay guys! I got a stiff!" he shouted.

April opened her eyes. The pale green of the ceiling was the first thing she saw as it came into focus, followed by the sound of a constant beeping that resembled a heartbeat. She felt herself lying still on a mattress and there was no pain as her feelings came together, but there was an inner feeling of fear and unknowing which began to emerge as the rest of her senses began to awaken.

"Where am I? Somebody help me."

"Its alright." The voice of another person came to her and then she saw the face of someone looking down at her with a smile. The familiar shape of the white nurses cap gave her some assurance. "Stay calm honey, everything is just fine."
"Where am I?"

"Your safe. Try to stay calm, everything is just fine." The nurse brushed her fingers over April's face. "You are in the City Hospital and everything will be ok."

"Franco? Where is Franco?"

"I'll send for the doctor. Please stay calm."

April lay in the hospital bed looking up at the doctor. His mature yet handsome looks made her feel safe atleast as his stethoscope touched her chest. The nurse stood behind him sending her a reassuring smile, telling her that everything was safe and in order. He looked at her firm breasts and erect nipples as he sat back, slowly closing the gown over them. "You'll be fine miss. Everything appears to be normal."

"But I still can't remember how I got here," she told him.

"All that will come back to you in time. All you need to do now is rest."

"I remember one person, that's all. I don't even know my own name."

"That person would be Franco?"

"Yes. But I don't know exactly who he is. All I can see in my mind is his face and his name, but nothing else."

"Like I said…" he gently put his hand on hers, "…all of that will come back to you. Just rest for now and give it time." The doctor smiled at her and stood up. His tall frame towered over her and even that of the petite nurse who stood beside him. "We checked for other things which might have happened to you. Atleast it seems that you were not sexually assaulted, which must be a relief to you."

"Yes. But remembering how I got here in the first place would help."

"Well, I think I might be able to throw some light on that," he continued. "Although you were almost naked when you were found in the back alley, the coat you wore was a very expensive designer label. A name was sewn inside."
"My name?"

"I don't recall who April Rising is supposed to look like myself, but that was the name inside the coat. A supermodel I believe?"
The mention of the name April gave her a feeling of warmth deep inside. Although it was her own name, her memory failed to identify it exactly, even though the sound of it seemed to trigger something in her deeper conscience.

"You have a visitor Miss," the nurse explained. "Police Inspector James Walsh. But I suggest you only speak to him if you feel well enough."

"Exactly," the doctor replied. "You need to rest. They can talk to you later."

"No." April eased herself up to a sitting position. "I want to see him now."

"Sure. But ask him to leave if it gets too stressful for you, ok?"
"Don't worry, I will."

The medicos left and for a brief moment April began to see images rushing through her mind. They were arousing to her as she saw Franco's face looking at her as he pushed himself into her sex. She could feel him as if it was so real. Then the images faded again just as quickly as they arrived as the door to her room opened.

"Oh my! I don't believe this," the short middle-aged man said as he stood looking at her. "I'm Jimmy Walsh." He held up his badge confirming who he was, although too far away for her to see it clearly. "You are Miss Rising. I knew it."

Walsh pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed. April looked at him, playing with his words in her mind; "You are Miss Rising." His face beamed with a smile as he took out a notebook from his jacket pocket and thumbed through its pages.
"Excuse me? You said that I was…?"

"That's right. You are April Rising. The supermodel."
"Really?"

"You bet. I know that you are having a few problems at the moment with your memory, but the doc said it would recover gradually. So I thought that coming in here to introduce myself was the right thing to do. Hope you don't mind Miss?"

"No, I don't mind."

The news of her identity stunned her. She began to struggle with the thoughts of who she really was. How a supermodel such as herself, just wearing a coat and nothing else, could have been dumped in an alleyway.

"Just to re-cap. Do you recall anything at all?" he asked.

"Yes. Just one person."

"And who might that person be if I may ask?"

"Franco."

"A man? You remember a man by the name of Franco? Anything else?"

"That's it. Nothing else."

The inspector looked at her. Her gown opened slightly revealing the curvaceous form of her breasts and his gaze settled upon them. "You don't know who this man is?"

"No. All I know is his name and I can see his face looking at me in my mind."

"Description?"

"He is handsome…." For a brief moment the recollections of him making love to her returned. "…he is…"

"Yes?" the inspector asked. His eyes looked closer still at the open gown. Now he could see a slight hint of her nipple and he quickly noticed her looking back at him as she recovered herself from the spontaneously arousing recall.

"I think he is someone I know very well."

"I see." He thumbed through his notebook and then found what he was looking for. "Would this person be Franco DiBarras?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. Who is he?"

"That's fine Miss April. I will leave it there for now."

"If I remember more I will let you know inspector."

"Good. One last thing before I let you rest? Do you remember anyone called Michaelangelo Menotti?"

"No, I'm sorry, I can't recall knowing that name." she replied.

"That's ok." The inspector stood up and put his hand on her shoulder and thanked her for the short interview. From where he stood he managed to see more of her breasts beneath the partially open gown. He smiled and explained that he would return again soon.

Before he closed the door behind him she asked: "Can't you give me some information about me? I need to know who I am?"

"Sorry Miss Rising. The doc said that you would recover better if I didn't shock you too much. I don't want to upset things. I will be back to see you very soon."


TBC...

 

[Sienna]

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[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.8


The quick visit by the inspector left April thinking very hard. There was still nothing that she could grasp to bring back her missing memory that day. And at night whilst sleeping she could only dream of Franco make love to her over and over again.

The nurse came into the room and watched her moaning and writhing in her sleep, re-living every moment of the event so clear in her mind.

The nurse gently brushed April's hair as she began to calm. Her tongue licked her lips as if searching for something, kissing and caressing the lips of her dream lover until she became still once more, whispering the name "Franco" repeatedly until she faded back into silent sleep.

The following day April sat in the soothing bath of water, washing her arms with the towelling glove, smoothing out the soap. Suddenly she remembered something as if it came from nowhere. "Alfred?" she whispered to herself. Other things began to come back to her in swift succession; Marion and the house, the dungeon, her own apartment.

She climbed out of the bath quickly grabbing the robe. "Nurse!" She wrapped the robe around her and entered her private room in a panic. The nurse stood looking at her and grabbed her by the arms gently.

"April? What is it?"

"I remembered. I have to leave here, right now!"

"There is no way that you can. You still need to rest."

"No! I must leave now. Franco is in danger! Get my clothes!"

"Your agent has not brought them yet. Not until this afternoon."

"Then find me some! I need them now!"

The doctor came in and rushed at April. Together he and the nurse restrained her and eased her onto the bed. "Miss Rising, please try to calm yourself. This isn't good for you."

"But I need to get out of here. Franco is in danger, he needs my help."

"Not right now he doesn't. You need to relax." The doctor waved to the nurse to fetch a waiting tray by the bedside. "I'm going to give you a shot. It will help you relax."

"No, please, I have to leave here now. Please, I beg of you to let me leave."

The nurse purged the hypodermic as the doctor held April's arms. She saw the threatening needle coming towards her and cried; "No! No, please don't do this!" Then the sharp pain hit her in the upper arm as the nurse administered the drug. Within seconds April was out cold. Her tired body lay limp upon the bed as the two medics looked down at her.

The elevator doors closed with an almost silent swish. Inspector Jimmy was sealed in, moving upward, listening to soft jazz music and looking at the photographs on all three walls of the models that had passed through the agency. He spotted one of April and smiled to himself. Then the bell rang and the doors swished open onto the reception. A short journey that took him through thirteen floors.

"Good afternoon, Ward Creative Arts, can I help you?" the receptionist asked. She almost sang out the words as if it was a song she had learned. Jimmy produced his badge and looked at the petite blonde girl. She smiled at him with blush pink lips.

"I am here to see Mister Ward. Inspector Walsh, City Police."

"Thank you, take a seat sir." He nodded politely and sat on one of the many empty seats and looked at the various sized portraits on the walls of yet more models, searching out one or two of April. The receptionist looked at him diffidently, trying not to draw too much attention, but Jimmy had already noticed her fine smooth legs under the desk that disappeared beyond the hem of a tight skirt. He tried to guess her age; it was difficult as the make-up she wore gave a false impression.

There was a buzz. "Mister Ward will see you now." Jimmy stood and made his way to the door, knocking twice before entering.

The receptionist watched intently and they both exchanged smiles. Steven Ward sat at his desk conversing with someone on the phone. The cityscape behind him through the large office window gave an indication of how high they were. Ward gestured to the inspector to take a seat waving his finger.

"No, I can't accept that, and you know the reasons why." Ward spoke arrogantly over the phone. "I'm not in the habit of throwing millions of dollars down the drain. Sort it out!" He hung up and looked at Jimmy, then standing he offered his hand across the desk.

Ward was a tall man, atleast taller than jimmy by eight centimetres. "Welcome Inspector Walsh." Jimmy shook his hand, feeling his strong grip. "What can I do for you? Can I offer any refreshments?"

"No I'm fine. I just had lunch. It's about one of your models, Miss Rising."

"Oh yes, April. I can't understand what happened there. The situation is so mysterious don't you think?"

"Quite." Jimmy replied. "You can understand why the police are investigating of course. It isn't everyday that you get a famous supermodel being discovered dumped in a back alley." Ward offered him a cigarette from a silver case. "No thanks, I'm trying to give up."

"So, how can I help you?"

"You know Miss Rising very well I believe? Not just as her agent?"

"Yes. We have known each other for some time now. I happen to think about her quite a lot. I have always taken care of her needs as best I can." Ward replied.

"You go back a long way?"

"Yes. We first met just after her father died. On the internet believe it or not. I owned one of the sites she frequently visited and we became very close friends."

"That I already found out. You discovered her on there too?"

"Indeed. But that is irrelevant in this case. What can I help you with?"

Jimmy took out his trusty notebook and thumbed through the pages. "When was the last time you saw her?" He gave the impression that his notes were disordered as he searched through them. "Oh yes, it was five days ago wasn't it? I have a note here that says you two had an argument."

"Sorry, I don't recall having an argument. Where exactly?"

"At a nightclub, Los Haciendas. I investigated that this morning. Are you two still very close?"

"Close? We are friends, yes. That wasn't an argument Inspector. We just disagreed, as we always seem to do. She disobeyed my instructions not to meet a certain person. I have to take care of her interests as well as her well being."

"Of course." Jimmy smiled. "This person was an advertising executive from Italy? A senor Franco DiBarras?"

"Yes. Not a good move for her career in my opinion. But then she idolised this man and there may have been a personal interest in that meeting."

"Did you ever meet DiBarras?"

"A few occasions, yes. Infact, many years ago one of my models had an unfortunate accident. She died. Franco DiBarras was dating her at the time and was implicated with her death." Ward pointed to a portrait on the wall of a dark haired girl. Jimmy looked up and gazed at the image. "She was an important asset to us. A sad and great loss you understand."

"Very nice. I mean the girl was very pretty. Would she be Yvette Elmsford?"

"Yes. You remember her?"

"No." Jimmy replied. "Then again, they all look the same to me. I have never followed the fashion industry until now. I pick up all these magazines and they just look like living mannequins." Jimmy coughed, noticing that Ward was not too impressed by his comment.

"Can I ask you Inspector? Do you have any idea how she got in that back alley?" Ward asked, favouring a change in subject.

"Not yet. But I will eventually."

"Do you think that Franco DiBarras had anything to do with it?"

"Interesting. Do you think that he might have?"

"Why should I?"

"I just thought you might have some reason to…"

"No. It was just a thought Inspector." Ward replied quickly.
Jimmy nodded and smiled. "You have a nice view of the mountains from here. I love the view. Did you choose this office space deliberately because of the view?"

"Not really. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Are you collecting Miss Rising this evening from the hospital?"

"Yes. She is better off with me and I have arranged for her to rest at my place. The doctor tells me she is getting her memory back. Unfortunately she is a little frustrated at the moment. Confused. Her imagination is also playing tricks on her, which they assure me is what usually happens when people get over amnesia."

"Of course. Sodium pentathol has that effect."

"Yes it does."

"Well. I thank you for your time Mister Ward." Jimmy stood up and reached down to shake hands. Ward remained seated and gripped it tighter this time. "I will get back to you soon."

"Always willing to help throw some light on this unusual situation."

"I hope so Mister Ward. It is a very unusual situation."

Jimmy returned to his office in the main city police headquarters. A desk, a chair, two filing cabinets and a computer terminal was all he had in a partitioned cubicle. He craved for a cigarette, looking at the pack on top of one of the cabinets and a voice told him; "Don't you dare!" Jimmy turned and saw his partner, a smart young officer assigned to him now for the past six months. Taken from the beat and given the chance to prove himself as an investigator.

"Fuck! It's been almost six hours now." Jimmy replied.

"Your wife won't thank me if I let you." The young officer replied. "Besides, you say it was six hours. But who knows, you could have smoked a whole pack while you were out there."

"Lewis, you have to learn to trust me. Found anything yet?"

Lewis gently pushed his boss to one side and tapped the keyboard of the computer. "You are going to love this. Even for the porn content if not anything else."

"You have me well profiled it seems."

"Yes, but then you are a dirty old man in disguise as a cop."

Jimmy flicked his younger partners ear gently in response. Then the screen came alive with images of April Rising. "There you go. This site is an old one. Never been updated for atleast three years."

The images were of April. She posed in various nude shots, almost pornographic in nature, showing off her valued intimate assets. Jimmy sat in the creaky chair and clicked through the pages. "This is what she did before she became famous?"

"Not bad. Nice looker." Lewis replied. "That's one way they get to the top."

"I wonder why she didn't have them removed?"

"The site is owned by Ward Creative Arts. It's a dead site as far as hits are concerned, but its address is still active as you can see."

"And a free access site too?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes. It was tied in with a chatsite that is now discontinued."

"Interesting! Lewis, give yourself the rest of the day off."

"So that I can't see you pinch a cigarette you mean?"


TBC...

 

[higherlevel4u]

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I have to admit it, Sie ...... you are gorgeous!


And I am smitten.

 

[Sienna]

I have to admit it, Sie ...... you are gorgeous!


And I am smitten.

Well... trust me...the feeling is very very mutual

Now... I wonder if I'm a good psychologist... I hope I didn't cause any really bad disruptions on the UK Personals thread...

A lot of old regulars there were begining to make serious complaints. So I thought an "alternative" was probably a good idea for moving the problem around a bit?

Maybe not

Oh well... this is all about human nature afterall

 

[Sienna]

APRIL RISING ch.9


April bit into a piece of bread and looked around the dinner table at the others. Ward sat at the head of the table acting out his role as the patriarch of the family with his wife, Gabriella, beside him. The chinking of steel against bone china was the only sound made as the family ate in vocal silence.

Wards' two teenage daughters looked at each other then at April as if keeping a secret between themselves. She felt out of place, invited to stay against her wishes and forcing herself to comply. Yet in her mind she knew that there was some place else she needed to be.

"Everything alright April?" Ward asked, sipping his wine.

"Yes thanks. Not very hungry." She replied with a smile. The two girls giggled and then fell silent as Ward gave them a stern glance. "I think I need to lie down."

"Tired?" he asked.

"You have been through quite a lot." Gabriella remarked. "You must be worn out. But you can rest while you're here for a few days. It's very quiet."

"Excuse me." April stood up from the table and left. Ward took in her fragrance as she passed him, savouring its sweetness and tantalising his senses. He revelled in the knowledge that she was close to him, now under his roof sharing in his home. Something he had always wanted, as she was not only a friend, but also someone he admired and loved since they first met. She was also someone he dreamed of, making love to her, but never was able to get close enough.

After dinner, Ward made his excuses to leave the table. He climbed the old varnished oak stairs and made his way to the guests' room, knocking quietly on the door. "Come in." The reply he wanted came like an invite from heaven. He entered the room finding April lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling in the soothing light of the lamp from the bedside table. The soothing sound of a classical opera played in the background. He closed the door quietly and then sat beside her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I feel fine." April replied, without altering her glance.

"I hope you don't mind me inviting you back here? Thought it would be for the best. I can have you looked after and keep you safe." His hand touched her shoulder, running along the line of her dress towards her chest. "You know how I feel about you?"
"Yes." She pushed away his hand and turned on her side facing away from him. He felt rejected. "I appreciate your kindness, but you have other reasons."

He stood and walked towards the door, then stopped. "You know how I feel about you. I can't stop loving you. Once you felt the same way, but you have changed for some reason unknown to me. I only wish I knew what that reason was?"
"You scare me," she replied.

"But how? I never even forced myself onto you. Never hurt you or even want to hurt you"

"You are so possessive. I don't like it. Never did like it."

"You mean so much to me. I would do anything for you. Anything."
"Then let me find Franco."

"You want to go Italy? Because that is where he is right now."

"I don't believe any of you. I know he is still here in that house. Maybe in danger."

"You can ask the police. I am sure they checked." He returned to her side. "You have to believe that. I checked myself. He left on a flight this morning for Rome. How can I make you believe that?"

"You can't, nobody can. I just know what I know."

"You are still recovering from whatever happened. The man abandoned you, left you to die in an alleyway for all we know. You are still delusional."

April turned to look at him. Her face was wet with tears, strands of hair caught against her cheeks that Ward was tempted to gently remove, but he did not dare because of her rebuff. "Babe, I will send two of my men out in the morning to check the house. I promise."

"It might be too late by then. It might be too late even now."

"Babe, I can only do what I can under the circumstances. The doctor said that you would be having these flashbacks and some of them not even real. I checked on DiBarras and that is all we know."

"To me it was real. I know it was real."

"Maybe." Ward smiled and a reached with his hand to touch her face. April watched him and felt his fingers gently soothing against her moist skin. "I love you April," he whispered.

She was drawn to him. Inside she loved him too, but not physically. Her love for him was born of the time they allowed their souls to touch across the internet, through the terminals of their computers, separated by hundreds of miles. They once made loved a hundred times that way so tenderly and so romantically. But now they have met, she cannot bring herself to be as intimate. Ward was frustrated and wanted so much to fulfil his desperate wishes. All he wanted was to make love to her for real, and to touch her and to taste her as he imagined in the past and more than anything else, to feel her close to him. Their lips touched as they had done so before. The kiss grew passionate and then April retracted. "No!" She pulled away, holding him back.
"What is it?" he asked. "Why do you keep doing this to me?"
She raised her hand and put it onto his lips. "I can't." she whispered, passion still running through her, yet unable to complete the response she wanted and he so much desired. "I….I…"

"What? Is it because you are in my home?"

"No. I have let you down. I broke my promise," she replied.
"Promise? Which promise?"

She looked at him and he began to drown in her startling blue eyes as always.

"I let Franco take my virginity," she told him. He was shocked. But then that promise was not a promise he held onto. He doubted her confession that she was untouched from the beginning.

"That isn't important. What is important is that right now we are together."

April lay back and took his hand, placing it onto her breast. He could feel the hardness of her nipple beneath the dress and his heart began to pound as she looked back at him. Without hesitation, he climbed on top of her and continued the passionate kiss they had previously started. April responded by wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer. His hand traced the shape of her waist and hips until finding the hem of the dress and the warm flesh of her thigh. Gently his fingers sensed that warmth and smoothness as they moved over her skin.

She could feel the deep passion in his kiss and suddenly she was through the barrier of uncertainty, now she wanted him, to feel him, to be satisfied by him. The kiss ended and she looked at him, running her fingers through his hair with both hands. She wanted to devour him and consume him. The touch of his fingers on her groin sent a tingle through her spine that told her that it was good now and there was no stopping what could happen.

Ward pulled at her briefs with both hands, removing them over her smooth legs and casting them aside. The sweet scent of her sex hit his nostrils as he looked down at her neatly trimmed mound. She watched and waited until he parted her legs wider and slowly lowered his head between them. The feel of his breath against her made her fall deeper and deeper into his passionate advances. That time had now surely come that she had dreamed of so many times. Her lips parted, forced gently open by the warmth and yet cool wetness of his tongue. His advances began to increase. He licked and pushed into her with gentle vigour, tasting her and brushing her bud with his tongue, making her slide closer to him as she cried out for more.

Her clitoris was one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Within minutes she began to ride on her escalating orgasm. Ward could not stop her cries of ecstasy as she gripped the duvet tight in her fingers. There was a danger that his family would hear her screaming, alerting them. "Baby…stop…stop…" He lifted her and put his arms around her and held her tight. "Shhhhhh….please" She began to calm, returning to normality, listening to his soothing voice.

"Steve…listen to me" Her voice gasped into his ear. "I have been waiting so long for this…"

"I know. I will promise you that I will be back later. It's too risky right now. I have to go; Gabriella and the girls will be wondering where I am. We both got carried away then."

April lay back and looked up at him. As his finger drifted over lips, she bit and sucked upon it playfully. "I'm waiting," she whispered. Her body tingled, each nerve ending hypersensitive to his touches, his very presence. Later could not come soon enough, but she realised they were not alone in the house and that his family was threatening their privacy and although she wanted him there and then, she had something more important on her mind.

Jimmy sat back in his chair and looked at the pack of cigarettes on his desk. The temptation was great, but his willpower was stronger. He opened the file and took out the hard copy fax that someone had passed to him that afternoon. He read it for the umpteenth time trying to make out what it was saying.

"Walsh, DiBarras and Menotti are safe and well, but not forever. The deed is unfinished and she plans to go further with this. I wish I had never set eyes on her."

The fax was sent anonymously using a public communications office in the city. The only thing that identified the sender was the signature, "Mighty" which meant nothing to Jimmy. He looked at his watch and decided it was time to call it a day. He switched off the angle-poise lamp on his desk and took one final look at the tempting pack of cigarettes.

In the multi-storey car park, Jimmy was about to open his car door when a black limo pulled up. The window wound down. "Inspector?" Jimmy looked over to the limo and made his way to the driver. "Got five minutes?"

"I was on my way home. But I can spare a few, sure."

"Then get in."

Jimmy walked around the limo slowly to the passenger seat and got in. The driver sucked his teeth and handed Jimmy a small white envelope. "That's for you. And something else I need to tell you."

"Shoot."

"DiBarras is still alive and well, but not in Naples or Rome. That's all I'm saying."

"And who are you, if I may ask?" Jimmy enquired.

"That ain't important. I'm just a well wisher." The driver lit two cigarettes and handed one of them to the inspector. "Go on, take it. You look as if you need it. I can feel that urge in you." Jimmy took it as the driver laughed. "I tried like crazy once, but never really had the willpower." Jimmy sucked on it and savoured the taste of the smoke. "See, that feels good eh?"

"Sure. But I still need to know who the well wisher is?"

"Like I said, that ain't important. And another thing…"

"Go ahead, surprise me again, well wisher?"

"Don't go checking this vehicles' registration, because it ain't got any." The driver laughed. "Lets just say, what's in that envelope is all you need to go on. Have a nice evening Inspector."

No sooner had Jimmy stepped out of the limo, it sped away, tires screeching along the concrete floor until it disappeared out of sight. Jimmy looked at the envelope and opened it. A gold love heart pendant and chain fell out into his hand. On it was the engraved the words; "To Yvette, love Franco." Jimmy held it up and then smiled to himself, savouring the final drags of nicotine on his long over due cigarette.


TBC...

 

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APRIL RISING ch.10


Ward approached his wife from behind; cuddling her tight as she washed the dishes he gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You ok, honey?" She turned and snuggled into his face, returning the affectionate gesture.

"What is that?" she asked.

"What?"

She detected something that was familiar, a scent that reminded her of something. The aroma of sex had to be impossible and she dismissed the thought quickly. Ward then realised what she had picked up and pulled away gently. "Must be the lobster soup. It was very delicious darling"

"Good then you can help me put away these dishes or arrange to get the dish washer fixed as soon as possible."

"Ah! Where are the girls when you need them?" he asked, jokingly. "They always seem to make themselves disappear when there are jobs to be done."

"How is our guest doing by the way?" Gabriella enquired.
"Sleeping. Best way to recover."

"You like her quite a lot don't you?"

"I think of her welfare, yes. She is one of my greatest assets don't forget."

"And very beautiful." Gabriella moved closer to him and put her arms around his waist. Ward laughed.

"I have noticed. But, you are the only one for me. Trust me."

April opened her room door slightly to hear the activity in the rest of the house. All seemed quiet. She went out onto the landing and crept towards the bathroom. "Hi. You all right?" said the voice behind her. She had not noticed that Bethany was standing on the landing.

"I'm ok. Just going to take a quick shower." April replied.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What's it like to be a supermodel?" April looked at Bethany and smiled. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders in wrinklets, framing her angelic looks. She was so much like Steve, April thought. "It's hard work. Not always as glamorous as some people think."

"Not that I want to be a model you understand. I think it's degrading."

"Well, yes and no. I understand your point, but it can be quite necessary for the fashion industry to have models both male and female to exhibit the clothes and the make-up…"

"Yes, but to show yourself naked and everything. Your tits and pussy on display"

"Well, it's not like that really."

"But you did it."

April paused to think. "How do you know that?"

"Dad has lots of photographs of you naked. He hides them from Mom. I seen them in his secret draw."

"You did?"

"Yes. I know how to get into his desk, his secret draw."

"Does he know that?"

"Would you tell him that I told you?" Bethany grinned mischievously. "You wouldn't snitch on me would you? Because if you did I would have to tell Mom all about you and Dad."

"Tell her what Bethany?" April folded her arms and began to get annoyed, but tried to hide it. There was no doubt that Bethany had planned this little venture for some evil intention. "What is it exactly that you know?"

"I know he loves you."

April laughed. "Bethany, that isn't something secret. Your father knows lots of women he pretends to love."

"This isn't pretending. He really does love you. I read his diary. He wrote that if he could, he would leave Mom and ask you to be his wife." Again, April paused to think. It was so vexing, to imagine that Steve would ever leave such information for his own children to pick up so easily. She raised a smile in reply.


"Do you love him April?"

"That isn't for you to know." April turned and continued to the bathroom.

"But it would upset Mom if she found out."

"Then don't tell her."

She closed the bathroom door behind her and locked it, listening for a while to see if Bethany was hanging around outside on the landing. Then she lifted her dress to remove the tiny cell phone from its discreet hiding place in her panties. She keyed in a number and waited for it to answer. No reply. The phone she tried to contact was off line. "Damn!" Another number was attempted. This time it was responding. "Hello? Marion?"

"No. Who is this?" the voice answered.

"Alfred? Is that you?"

"Of course its me. Miss April, why are you calling me?"

"I need to know what is happening? Is Franco still there?"

"Who is Franco? Do you wish to speak to Miss Marion?"

"Alfred, listen to me. I know what happened I'm not stupid. So please don't try to make out that I'm some kind of an idiot. Is Franco ok?"

"Miss I don't understand. Who is Franco? I don't know who you are talking about and Miss Marion is very busy at the moment."

April held out the phone with both hands at arms length and growled, then held it to her ear again.

"Ok, play this stupid game if you must, but I will get my own back, I swear to God I will." She disconnected and growled out again, slapping the wall in frustration. There was a knock on the door.

"Are you all right babe?" Wards' voice asked.

"Yes, I'm taking a shower."

"I thought I heard voices."

"I was singing."

"When you are free, we need to talk."

"Yes we do. I think you need to know something."

The driver returned to the house and entered by the front doors. One of the bodyguards stood waiting. The driver looked at him; "What you looking at?" he asked, then paced towards the drawing room with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. The bodyguard simply smiled and watched him.

"Come in David." Marion said. "I hope you delivered my message." She was dressed in a tight fitting red leather skirt and matching camisole, hair tied back into a long flowing pony tail. She walked across the tiled floor towards her faithful driver and handed him a glass of red wine.

"Yes, I gave him the message." David took the glass and looked at her. She had promised him a special treat earlier that evening and he knew by the way she had dressed that the promise was shortcoming. It was never that often he got the chance to be alone with his boss. She looked up at him and sent him an enticing grin.

"Good boy. I think it's time to play." David drank the wine as her fingers pulled down his trouser zipper slowly. "You do want to play don't you David? It's your reward, your bonus for a job well done."

"Sure." He grinned and placed the glass on the table next to him and Marion put her hand inside his open fly, feeling. "Can't we use your bedroom for this Miss?"

"Why? Are you shy?" Alfred stood by the door and watched. "Does he make you nervous David?"

"Yes, you could say that."

"Mmmm… you seem to be enjoying my gentle touches. Do you like that David? I bet Alfred is getting all excited too." She looked over at her servant. Alfred remained unmoved and expressionless.

Marion took David by the hand and led him to the armchair. She sat down and pulled him towards her by his waist smiling up at him as she unclipped his belt and slowly lowered his trousers. "Are you ready for this?" she asked. Then slowly she pulled away his shorts, releasing his manhood. It pointed out, hard and throbbing towards her face. "I hope you are going to deliver what I need." She caressed it, running her fingers around it and pulling back the foreskin to reveal its head. Then she took it in her mouth, tasting it sensuously with her tongue and lapping gently beneath its swollen glans. David gave out a sigh of appreciation, as the action heated up. She took him deeper and deeper until he was almost devoured, holding his scrotum and squeezing as if purging his testicles for every drop of cum he could muster. His sighs turned into repeated moans, which seemed to be in rhythm with her actions. Taking him in and out slowly. David reached forward and held her shoulders as he moved his hips, his thrusting perfectly timed with her pace, until he cried out in release, letting his charges flow. Marion took every drop as his warm cum flooded into the back of her eager throat.

She licked him clean and smiled.

"Thank you very much Miss that was really good."

"Run along now. I need you for another very important job in the morning."

David pulled up his trousers and fastened them as he left the room. He passed Alfred at the door and asked; "Did you enjoy watching that you freak?" Alfred smiled and then made his way towards Marion.

"Miss. I had a call earlier."

"You did." Marion wiped her face gently with a soft napkin. "Who from or should I even ask?"

"Miss April. She enquired about Master Franco. So I told her what you instructed me to tell her."

"That's good. And did she have anything to say?"

"Yes. That she was going to get even one day."

Marion smiled and stood up from the chair, straightening her skirt. "Well, I wonder what she has in mind?" She walked towards the door slowly with her ponytail swinging from side to side across her back. "Follow me Alfred, I need your help in the dungeon and I have a nice surprise for you." Alfred grinned and followed her, his eyes firmly fixed upon her hips swaying as she walked.

April's eyes began to close. The soft Stravinsky violin concerto played, relaxing her, as she lay naked but covered in the bed. It was late and the promised visitation from Ward seemed never to happen until the gentle knock on the door stirred her. Ward entered quietly and in the dull lamp light she could see him. He sat beside her. "Were you asleep?"

"Almost. I thought that you had given up."

"I had to wait until Gabriella was sound asleep." He ran his fingers over her face. "You don't know how much this moment feels to me. I want you so much."

"You are trembling."

"Yes, with excitement. It's my greatest dream come true."

April took hold of his wrist and sat up. The blanket fell from her uncovering her firm breasts that looked so much more perfect in the lamplight. "So what is so urgent? You said you needed to talk?"

"I expected you to join us, so that I could assure Gabriella."

"Assure her of what?"

"That we were just friends. I don't need her thinking that you and I…."

"Stop!" April pushed aside his hand. "You would deliberately tell her lies while I was there?"

"Yes. Why not?"

April hated being deceitful and most of all, she hated it when someone dragged her into their deceiving plots. Ward tried to hold her again, but she flinched, holding the blanket close to her. "Babe, what is the matter?" he asked.

"It's wrong. Everything doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"Earlier…." April explained the conversation she had earlier with Bethany. "Did you know that she could get into your desk?" Ward stood up and leaned against the wall thinking. "Well, did you?"

"Damn!" he whispered loudly in anger. "No I didn't."

"So you thought everything was secret? Well think again Steve."

"I'm sorry April. I'm a complete and utter fool. I never realised that Bethany was getting into my desk. But now she suspects this, I know she will do anything to save our marriage."

"Does it need saving?"

"Yes. But that isn't because of you and I, or how I feel about you. This is something that's been happening for years. I'm sorry."
Ward opened the door to leave. "Come back!" she shouted. "I need to ask you something." Ward stood still for a while and then turned back closing the door quietly. "I need some answers and I know you have them."

"Whatever."

"Did you have anything to do with all this? With Marion?"

"If I tell you what I know, then I need you to keep me out of it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, you have my word."

Ward sat himself on the bed and explained: "I knew that you and Franco had made arrangements to meet each other. Then I got a call from Marion. She told me who she was and that she had spoken to you about something you and her had planned. I hated Franco because I knew how you felt about him. Always knew you had this desire to meet him. Always knew that one day he would come along and steal you away from me."

"And what about Marion?"

"She asked me to meet her so that we could talk. We did and I thought the whole plan that you two had was insane. She told me everything. I could not believe that you would go along with this plot to murder Menotti and Franco. It did not make sense. I thought you admired both of them. Then I tried to stop you, not only because I was jealous, but also because I knew that Marion was using you. That is all I know. Next thing that happened you ended up unconscious in that back alley."

"You also knew Yvette didn't you?"

"Yes, that was years ago, before she died." Ward replied.
"Tell me about it?"

"Tell you what exactly April?"

"What was Yvette like? I mean what was she really into?"

"You mean her habits and this relationship with Franco?" April nodded her head for him to continue; "Yvette was one of my first models. Like you I admired her so much, and again, like you, Franco was on the scene. He won her over, but in a way I was glad he did. She had these strange habits of wanting to be abused. It became fact when she asked me to design a website for her. I was shocked at the things she did. Never thought that someone as beautiful as her could be into that type of stuff."

"And Franco?"

"At that time he was just building up his business. I was helping him with a few contacts and that was how he and Yvette first met. Her background intrigued him and how she got into the things she did. Franco was curious and hungry to find out these things too. I often wondered if he was also involved in extreme sex and it turned out he was."

"What happened?"

"I helped them make a movie, arranged the photoshoots. Then the accident happened and her parents asked me to withdraw the website and stop the distribution of the video. Next I heard that Franco was being implicated in her death and he was cleared soon after. But then I heard later that Yvette's sister was sectioned and put away. Turns out she was sending Franco death threats."

"Did you not think about that when she contacted you?"

"Of course I did. That was why I thought the whole thing was insane. But hold on April, you were with her on this plan. I was shocked to think that you could do something like that. I wanted to protect you."


TBC...