Chapter 128 Right where you belong- Caroline POV
It worked.
Ben kissed Sarah, and I took that opportunity to pour the dissolving powder into Miguel's drink. Sarah was so surprised that he kissed her in front of me, but then she embraced it, giving me the perfect opportunity to pour the powder into Miguel's drink when he went to the restroom.
Ben and his date have left, and luckily Samuel has retired by this time, so I lean over my stepson who is still on the couch.
I stroke his lips longingly. "You had a little too much to drink, let me help you up to your bedroom."
He has a confused look in his beautiful blue eyes, and he shakes his head, probably to try to get rid of the fog, but I know it won't work.
He is my puppet, and he will do what I want him to.
It's a little bit of a struggle to get him to stand up. After all, Miguel is all muscle and sinew, a physique he started developing very young. I always thought he never really had that awkward stage where boys are skinny and still have to grow into themselves.
No, Miguel has always had this god-like body of his, and it's only developed into more of a masterpiece over the years.
I'm strong from working out every day, though, and I manage to get him up the stairs. This is such a wonderful drug that Ben got me. Miguel won't remember a single thing tomorrow.
I keep my boys' rooms exactly like they left it. Miguel's swimming trophies and medals from over the years are still on the shelves, his posters of swimmers he admires and motorcycles still on the walls.
"What did you do?" He asks drowsily as I help get him on the bed that has the same navy blue comforter on from before he left.
"Oh, nothing, poor baby." He's wearing a black sweater, and he tries to stop me when I reach for the hem, but his fingers can't grasp mine, and I slowly peel the fabric from his body.
My hands pause when I see a tattoo that wasn't there from the last time I saw him naked.
It's of pointes.
Why on earth would he have ballet pointes tattooed on his body? Why would he spoil such beautiful skin with a tattoo at all?
I push on his torso so he would lie back, his head hitting the pillows, and he groans as he brings his hands to his eyes to rub it slowly.
I take his phone from his pants' pocket, maybe later when he's knocked up I will check how to unlock it with his fingerprint or facial recognition. We have much more important things to see to first.
I take off his boots and socks, rubbing his feet that is slightly cold. I will cover him after we've done playing a little, we can't have him catching the flu or something.
I unzip his pants, peeling it off and only leaving him in his boxers, my heart marvelling at the extraordinary site of his huge cock tenting.
Oh my.
There has never, nor will there ever be a more exquisite man that I have tasted than Miguel Cargill.
His father is definitely not packing what he is.
My heart skips a beat at the strapped handgun around his ankle. Why on earth would he come over to his parents' house with a gun?
I unstrap the weapon, carefully laying it down next to his phone. We wouldn't want any accidents to happen, especially not with the night so young.
I stand back to admire my handiwork, my own present unwrapped, just waiting for me to enjoy what it gives.
Benedict never returns home after "emergencies" at the office, so I can take my time with my little present. I go to my own room, and get dressed in a silk nightgown with no panties, the exact outfit Miguel used to appreciate when he was a teenager, and I fix my lipstick. We haven't had a date in so long, I want to look perfect for him.
I brush out my hair, and stand back to look in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance before putting on my silk robe before returning to Miguel's bedroom.
"Do you like my breasts? I got them a size bigger after you left me." I tell him when I return and take off my robe.
He's knocked out cold, but his cock is rock hard, and I take it out of the confines of his boxers, running both hands up and down the silky shaft in adoration.
It's been nearly ten years since I last felt this kind of excitement, and I bend down to take him deep in my mouth, gagging myself on him, his musky taste like coming home.
I kiss the tip lovingly, knowing that this will be the best night of my life in a long time.
I get up and lift my nightdress, straddling his waist, positioning his big cock at my wet entrance, and I slowly descend on the length.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, the stretch of his cock hitting places that haven't been filled in so long, I have to put my one foot on the ground to get some leverage just to take him all the way inside.
"Oh my boy." I Iean over him when he's completely stuffed inside my hungry channel, my pussy hurting so good. I brush my lips over his, wishing his eyes were open so he could see what he does to me. "Why did you leave me, mmm? We were so good together. Just you and me."
I moan when I roll my hips, I need to savour this, I don't know when I will get this chance again. Him and I can fuck for hours, he can split me open tonight, I don't care. I will bleed for him, just to feel this connection that has been denied.
I grab his pectoral muscles, careful not to scratch him, we wouldn't want him to be suspicious.
People would never understand this. They would say it is wrong, but how could feeling this ever be wrong? People are so crazy.
I rapidly rise and fall on his cock, my pussy still struggling to contain him even after all these years. I struggle to keep my moans in, especially since I feel my juices dripping onto him in so much want and need.
I almost miss it.
A creak on the floorboard outside the bedroom, but if you dabble in secrets, your hearing is always on par.
Fuck.
I hate disturbances.
I quickly get off Miguel, my pussy protesting, but I grab my robe and roll underneath the bed, just in time before the door opens and someone enters.
I recognise Samuel's shoes immediately.
This damn butler. Always in other people's business.
I can hear him sigh before he clicks his tongue. "What was that witch trying to do to you now?"
Witch?
I think it's time dear old Samuel returns to his maker.