Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Chapter 113

~Brian and Ella go deep~

On a blizzard airy chilly evening Brian was well seated in the ball room of the Beverly Hill mansion of Ella’s husband. Despite what she did fortnights ago, Brian visited her this time around upon his decision after phoning her to verify if her husband was around.

But before he drove to her home he hinted her to turn off the cameras which were scattered all over the house and its environs. The last time he visited he had noticed the cameras that stood at strategic edges of the home as tiny dangerous spies. Although he had assured himself he wasn’t going to be intimate with Ella, he needed to be safe first; those cameras could implicate his ass and words would not be enough to justify his visiting Ella in the absence of her husband.

After he had left Ella to her husband that night he perceived a heated drama might have happened between Ella and her husband all through the night. He had stayed up, paced up and down the room, sipped coffee with a hard grin, stared at the clock for dawn to set so he could phone Ella, since he could not call her at the time she was with her husband. Crawling into his bed to have some rest was as impossible as staying awake and not pondering about her. He had fought to keep at bay the horrible memory of what she had told him earlier; how her billionaire husband made the maddest of love to her and sexually enslaved her. Each time Brian shut his eyes , he imagined Ella being manhandled by her husband; tearing her dress into pieces and poking at her breasts and hairy vagina, spanking her big buttocks and yelling at her to keep still while he bound her hands and feet , rendering her helpless and open to whipping, buttocks-spanking, spitting and banging into her vagina.

However at dawn he had tried to phone Ella and she didn’t pick. The next time he dialed her a male voice came through after and he held back, sensing it was her billionaire husband. After he got no reply from the caller, the husband hung up from the other end and Brian patiently waited for the husband to embark on one of his numerous luxurious business trips so he could pay Ella a visit – he had experienced nagging, unsettling moments even grandma had noticed, but he tried as much as he could to feign bright countenance and make grandma believe all was well with him.

As he sat uncomfortably in the ball room, his eyes combed around the nooks and crannies of the room in search of cameras and when he found none, he let a breath off relief before his gaze came upon the photo of the imperious husband which sat on a well polished gold-plated sizeable table. As he stared at his stilly face that smiled forth he wondered if he could ever confront him over his shortcomings should the need arise. Ruthless and fearless, Brian could beat his chest he had confronted the most rugged men and bad boys who terrorized the street way back in California when he was much passionate about neighborhood security.

Ella walked in with his order of freshly made orange juice and her blistered, battered reddened body caught his sight as bleeding meat of an injured animal would attract a predator in the jungle.

“What is that all over your body?” he asked, raising an offensive brow. He had not seen it when he walked in earlier because Ella was donning a jumpsuit which scarcely revealed her body but now she had changed into an armless micro gown, all her bruises and blisters called on Brian irritatingly.

“Who did that to you? Oh my God!” he held his rectangular face as he approached her, gaping and staring at her body as though the bruises bled afresh the more he approached.

She stood still yet to decide whether to answer him or to drop the jug of orange juice in her hands. Replying to questions related to her husband was as impossible as her husband. Her lips paused and tremble unwilling yet fearful to utter a word; even the absence of her husband threatened her than his presence. She had lost her audacity and strength to his annoying libido and penchant for wild sex exploration which was common amongst beasts and not humans.

She replied coldly, “He…”she lost even words to refer to him as ‘her husband’ and pronouns like he, recently had come to her rescue.

“Who is he? Your husband?” Brian groaned pointing at the sizeable photo frame of her husband on the gold-plated table. “Why would he inflict such injury on you , eh?” he asked advancing to her and halted the moment he came face-close with her blisters-garnished skin that layered from her shoulders to her back and to her cleavage and breasts. Brian was staring at the blisters at her back region now and even when he wouldn’t dare touch her body on a normal occasion, he perceived his thought was lost and deprived of his sensibility at the time, and he never would have stared at the blisters alone. Gently his hand felt the blisters and Ella winced and flinched in pain each time his hand touched the fresh patches of blisters. “This is cruel. This is absurd and wickedness from the underworld. I perceived it happened the night I brought you home from the hospital.”

She shook her head abruptly wishing to tell him to leave his other arm on her neck and never to take it off; that very arm was performing a magic she had not enjoyed in more than a couple of months now from the one she fancied and loved, yet that rejected her and loved her as a sister and not a heartthrob. He touched yet another reddened blister and flinched.

“Oh gosh,“ she cried groaning and then shutting here yes as he blew cold air at the blisters.

“It is OK. Everything is going to be fine,” he assured him and nursed her blisters with the mind-catching crisp air from his mouth.

And all she could do was shut her eyes again, wriggle her head like a possessed mermaid about to display some magic, felt this rare comfort and want that her husband lacked in great proportion and reposed her braided head on his shoulder, shedding tears of love and not of lust. She was meant for him but he didn’t approve of it. She had least expected her face pulling to his and her lips pouting on their own without her approval. Suddenly she felt his lips; soft gentle. moisturizing and accommodating .she took her time to suck on his eat-it lips and started feeling some healing on her blisters. But Brian pulled back his face just then, smacked his lips, whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this…” he nagged , unlocking his eyes from hers.

Just then the jug of juice in her hand dashed on the floor and broke into a thousand pieces; thus did her heart break upon hearing those words from him.

Something maddening was about to happen…