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Captain of Her Heart Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



"I can't believe you're doing this to me!"

Annabelle Martins just laughed on the other end of the phone, ignoring the despair in my voice and the obvious accompanying tears. "I don't give a shit, Tawnya. Reggie's dead and the house is mine so you have three days to get your shit and get the fuck out."

The dial tone ringing in my ear was my indication that the conversation had ended. I was still too stunned to put the phone down but I finally sank to the floor, setting the receiver down. My father was scarcely six days buried in the cold ground and my stepmother was kicking me out of the only home I'd ever known. I wanted to cry, to rage but nothing came out. I was numb because as horrible as her news had been, the realization that my father had betrayed me was much worse. He had always promised me the house and the bank account but the new will said differently. Everything was hers and hers alone. I was homeless.

I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and tipped it back, drawing comfort from the alcohol. I'd need every ounce I could swallow in the next few days and I intended to start now. I now had no home, no job and pretty soon, with the help of my friend, Jack, I'd have no sense. Sounded like fun ... The phone rang next to me and I picked it up.

"Hello."

"Tawnya! You okay?" 

My stepbrother, Ryan. Someone I definitely didn't want to talk to just now. "What's up, Ry? Call to gloat?"

"You know I'm not like that, you asshole! She just told me what she did."

"Well, congratulations. You'll have a beautiful house to bring your whores back to."

"Tawny, are you drinking?"

"What do you care?"

"Stop that! You know I care about you." I sighed, taking another deep swallow. "I'll take care of moving your stuff."

"To where?"

"To storage. You can live in my place since Mom doesn't have any rights there."

"I can't afford it, Ryan."

"You can if I pay the rent."

"I don't want you to do that."

"Tough luck. I'm gonna pay it. Mom's up to something and I don't like it."

The sound of concern in his voice made my eyes tear up and I swallowed against the lump in my throat. "Why is she doing this, Ry?"

"I don't know but I suspect that it has something to do with you being gay."

"What does that have to do with her?"

"You know, the usual bullshit. Religion, morals, etcetera, etcetera. Since she inherited Reggie's money, she's been acting like she's holier than thou." He sighed. "Something is definitely going on with her, Tawn, and I intend to find out. Until then, I think it would be best if you stay out of her line of fire. When does your flight leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Get the stuff you need packed and I'll help you move it in here. Then I'll take care of everything else while you're gone, okay?" I took another swig and he heard the liquid sloshing in the bottle. "And stop drinking. No going back to old bad habits." He paused. "Hey, you want me to come by?"

"No. I'm going to go out. No sense spending the night here."

"You think that's a good idea?"

"No but at this point, it's either sit here and get drunk or go out. And if I get drunk, I won't be able to fly in the morning."

"Correct. Okay, then. I'll see you at the airport."

"That's not necessary, Ryan."

"Yes, it is." His voice softened. "You're the only sister I have, Tawnya. I don't intend to lose you over my mother's stupidity."

Somehow, his words gave me a measure of peace and after hanging up, I did what he said: I packed my personal belongings which took most of the remainder of the day and I called Ryan to let him know that the boxes were out on the back patio. With that handled, I put my flight bags in my car, took a long last look at my childhood home and drove away, determined not to fall apart.

I went out to the club and looked over some beautiful female figures but found it hard to get into the mood for a quick fuck. I couldn't drink because of flight restrictions and the thought of losing my home weighed heavily on my mind. In the end, I decided to head to the airport and ready myself for the flight.

Captain of Her Heart Ch. 02



I strode through the airport and plastered on my regulation smile. After all, I was a flight attendant and we were known for being eternally happy. I wore mine like a grimace, secretly hoping to snarl at some unsuspecting brat and send them screaming back to their mommy's arms. I felt like being mean and my reputation served me. Everyone who flew with Tawnya Simonsen knew that she was a consummate flight professional but try to touch or get close to me and I'd chop your head off. I never liked relationships and I wasn't about to start now.

Being a flight attendant had served my purposes well. I could meet hundreds of people without having a lasting connection and my fucks had been nameless, faceless women from every continent, sometimes not even speaking English. But sex was a language that everyone understood and pussy was pussy. I decided to stop by the Delta desk and see if Anita was there. I'd been itching to get into her pants and nothing started a flight better than a juicy piece of ass.

Ah, luck! The beautiful and delectable Anita delGado was at the desk, her thick, curly hair falling in a black waterfall over her shoulders. She was assisting a customer but the slight smile that curved her luscious lips when she glanced my way was enough to tell me that I had been noticed. When the customer was given his tickets, his bags checked and sent on his way, she turned to me with a sexy smile.

"Hi, 'Nita."

"Morning, Tawnya. What's up?"

"My blood pressure every time I get around you."

She smiled prettily. "You're such a flirt!"

"So why don't you ever take me up on it?"

"Because I've heard of your reputation, Tawnya."

I moved closer, just enough to appear like two friends sharing a secret but I really took a deep whiff of her perfume. "So? What's that got to do with a quick bit of heaven?"

"It has everything to do with it. I don't want to be a notch on your sexual bedpost."

"Aw, Anita! I would never think of you as a notch." I licked my lips, thinking of the taste of her spicy Spanish poon. "You're far too beautiful for that."

"So what am I if I give you what you want?"

"An appetizer." I answered, itching to stroke her breast that was just an inch from my fingers. "A spicy, creamy appetizer that will melt on the tip of my tongue." I grinned at the blush that rose on her cheeks. "You won't have to do a thing except let me drink from your fountain."

"Jesus, Tawnya, you've got me so hot ... "

I leaned as close as I dared and gave her earlobe a quick suck before whispering, "Put the 10 minute break sign out and meet me in the Gold Circle bathroom." Without a second glance, I stowed my pull-on behind the desk and headed off to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Anita knocked lightly and I yanked her into the tiny room, locking the door and pushing her to the wall while pushing my tongue into her mouth.

Anita reacted like the Spanish wildcat that she was. She pulled me to her, unbuttoning and pulling her jacket off, then working on her blouse's buttons. I pounced on her cinnamon globes as soon as her bra appeared, greedily sucking and licking through the lace demi-cups and pulling the fabric down until her dark chocolate nipples appeared. I sucked that soft flesh into my mouth like a meringue puff, violently licking until it hardened on my tongue. She hissed, pulling my mouth away to give me a rough kiss before allowing me to move to her other nipple.

She pushed my face into her breast meat, mashing my nose into her flesh as she gasped at the roughness of my attention. I quickly left her glorious chest and dropped to my knees, shoving her blue polyester skirt up and licking up her right thigh to the center of her hose. Anita shivered and moaned, fumbling with the elastic waist of the hose but I grabbed her hands, pushing them aside. Using my fingers, I ripped a hole in the center panel, jerking it open with both hands and reaching in to tongue the wet gusset of her panties.

"Fuck!" Anita ripped the hose away herself and pressed her fragrant cunt into my face. I growled, enjoying her aggressiveness and bit her lips and clit through the cotton of her panties. She reared back, half-gasping and half-screaming and I took the opportunity to rid her lovely pussy of its covering, thrusting my tongue inside her steamy crack. Her body trembled in my hands and I pushed her legs farther open, burrowing deeper. My tongue met her weeping hole and I pushed it up as far as I could into her, fucking her until she was gasping my name with each stroke.

Her first orgasm burst on my tongue like biting into a ripe, juicy peach. I whimpered, rubbing my nose against her clit and licking her lovely cream up. I continued, licking and suctioning her juices and she came again with no noise other than a loud gasp. I ratcheted up the tension, licking faster and sucking harder and when Anita reached that peak, I shoved my finger into her asshole and sucked on her clit so hard that she shouted. Her body vibrated and thick, sweet cream flowed onto my tongue. I hummed as I swallowed it, gulping and licking while Anita fought to keep herself upright, her pussy still clenching as I dutifully cleaned it.

"Fuck! That was the best appetizer I've ever had!" Anita breathed, pushing her skirt down as I stood up.

"Sorry about the hose. I owe you a pair."

"Don't worry about that." Anita put her arms around me and gave me a kiss that made my nipples harden like stones. "Come see me after you get back." She checked her make-up and dropped the hose into the trash can. "And then you can pay for the hose by giving me an entrée next time." 



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 03



I retrieved my bag and headed to the boarding area. When I saw Ryan chatting up our ticket consultant, Margaret, I quickened my pace. My stepbrother was a handsome son-of-a-bitch and Margaret was engaged. If I left her in his presence too long, she'd been singing 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from Grease. Alerted by the sharp click of my heels, he turned and said something to Margaret that had both of them laughing.

"Well?"

Ryan Tidwell was one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. His shaggy, dishwater-blond hair cascaded over his shoulders and framed his intense turquoise eyes. The straight teeth and perfect smile did nothing to dissuade women from thinking that he was perfect and as a result, he had more dates than I'd had in my entire life. At least he was a gentleman; he always sent them flowers the next morning. He greeted me with that trademark, heart-melting smile and held his arms out to embrace me.

"What's up, sis?"

"Nothing." I hugged him back, grinning as well. "Why?"

"You smell wonderful. What's the name of the perfume you're wearing?"

He and I exchanged a look, knowing that he'd smelled pussy on my lips. "It's new, from Iberia. It's called delGado."

"I see." He hid a snicker under his palm and gave me a mischievous wink. "I'll have to pick some of that up."

"It's a women's fragrance, Ryan." He nodded and I gave Margaret my bag. I had a few minutes to spare before I had to descend to the tarmac and I pulled Ryan to the side. "Thanks for coming but you didn't have to."

"Yes, I did. I meant what I said. I consider you my sister, no matter what my stupid mother says."

"Isn't that a dangerous stance for the only-child-who-stand-to-inherit to take?"

"Maybe, but friendship is thicker than blood." He moved a bit closer to me. "I saw the will your Dad wrote. I don't know if you know but you were supposed to get the house. I don't know what happened but I know that my mother did something."

I sighed, looking away, torn between trusting him and thinking that he was in cahoots with her. I decided to rely on my instincts. "Ry, she got Dad's bank accounts, too. I have no money."

"Wrong." He placed a brand new American Express Platinum card in my hand. "It's tied to my account and she pays everything so you spend whatever you want." I was speechless and he gave me a hug. "I'll find out what's going on. She won't suspect me of anything."

"I don't know what to say, Ry."

"Don't say anything. Just have a good flight and take me out to dinner when you get back."

I gave him a huge hug, closing my eyes and enjoying the fleeting feeling of someone who truly cared for me. "You got it, Ry. Whatever you want."

He gave me a strange smile and stepped back, suddenly awkward with me. "Take care of her." He shot to Margaret and he disappeared into the terminal's belly. I fished my purse out, put the credit card away and headed on board the aircraft. This was my regular flight four days a week, a one-stop jaunt from Seattle, Washington to London, England. I stuck my head into the cockpit and said hello to Chauncey Williams, the co-pilot.

"Are we missing someone?"

"Captain Jack retired yesterday. Thought you knew."

"No, I didn't."

"We've got a new pilot coming on. Should be here in a few."

I nodded and took my bag back to the steward's area. Christa was already there, checking beverages on her clip board. I gave her a friendly smile and went to secure the dinner trays. It took the two of us nearly an hour to complete our passenger checklist and we were enjoying a shared Sprite and orange juice when a tall, ice-blonde with green eyes stepped into our tiny preparation space. Her pilot's uniform was crisp and clean, the flight wings glinting in the light.

Christa decided to speak. "You must be the new pilot." She extended her hand, shaking the other woman's vigorously. "I'm Christa McClain."

"Captain Alisa Gudmundsdottir." She held a hand out to me. "And you?"

"Tawnya Simonsen."

"Ah, you are Tawnya." 

Both Christa and I looked at each other and I gave her my biggest smile. "That doesn't sound very good."

"Oh, on the contrary, Miss Simonsen. It is very good. You come highly recommended by your colleagues."

"Really?"

"Really. Walk with me." She turned her back on me and I gave Christa a fast shrug, then quick-walked to catch up with her. "I heard that you're the consummate professional."

"I try to be."

She nodded. "That's very important to me, Tawnya. I'm the best female pilot that's flying the skies these days and I want to make sure that my crew is as good as I am."

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me. You fuck up, you're out of here."

"What? I've been on this flight for seven years!"

"I don't give a shit!" Alisa turned those sea-green eyes on me. "I run the best in the business and I intend for it to stay that way!"

"I don't give a fuck what you say but you're not gonna come on our flight, green like the fucking grass and think you're going to take our jobs from us. I'll fight you every single fucking step of the way."

We remained that way for several seconds: faces close, teeth almost bared like two animals ready to fight. When she scraped a fingernail across my upper lip, it took all of my strength not to push my knuckles into that pretty face. I watched as she looked down, observed the thick white fluid under her nail and slipped it into her mouth.

"Good." She spat in a gravelly voice, then leaned in close. "She tastes good. Just make sure you scrub your face before you greet the passengers."

I watched her enter the cockpit and shut the door behind, wondering what the hell had just happened. On one hand, I was pissed off at this interloper who had come within our ranks and sought to take control but on the other hand, my pussy was so wet that I could feel it soaking through my hose and wetting my inner thighs. Either way, I was in trouble.



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 04



The flight was very smooth. Okay, I'll have to admit it. The flight was smoother than it had been under Captain Jack's capable hands. We reached London on time and had no issues with passengers. With everyone disembarked, Christa and I went through our regular after-flight routine and within two hours, the plane was again spic-and-span and was ready for the morning flight. We grabbed our overnight bags and headed down the walkway, heading for our hotel room.

"Want to go out tonight?"

"I don't know." Christa laughed. "Last time I went out with you, I got into trouble."

"Yeah, but it was fun trouble." I smiled, remembering my super-straight colleague finding herself the lamb between two hungry lesbians. She didn't think it was funny and they didn't, either, not when they found out that she was not bent. "We got out without getting hurt."

"That's not the point, Tawnya. You're fun, but you're dangerous fun." She yawned. "I think I'll catch up on my sleep."

"And miss the circus that is London? Are you kidding?"

"You see it three times a week!"

"So? That doesn't mean that I'll tire of it."

We got our room and I changed into my evening wear: short, zippered leather skirt, frilled red blouse and sensible three-inch patent leather pumps. A little make-up, a lot of hair gel and I was ready to find a pussy to fuck. Christa and I went out to dinner, her choice this time, so I got stuck with sushi. Thank God they had some cooked selections. I joked that I only ate fresh fish and Christa burst out laughing so hard that she spewed rice. We toasted with plum wine and I escorted her back to the room, giggling as I tucked my drunk friend in and left her snoring.

I gave the front desk a wake-up call for five and jumped into a cab. He dropped me at the Candy Bar in Soho and I strode in, ordered a double Bushmills and started cruising. English gay clubs always struck me as being strange. The culture was different and that made the whole experience strange. The girls seemed to be the same, although when I danced with a few, the sight of unshaven armpits threw me for a loop. You'd have thought that with as many times as I'd been here, I would have been acclimated to that but it still came as a shock.

I ordered a shot of tequila and found an empty spot on the wall. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating when I saw her. The Ice Princess herself, done up in a military body suit with a shiny patent leather German military hat cocked on her head. She stood against the wall on the other side of the hallway, watching me with calculating eyes and releasing smoke slowly from her nostrils. I threw back my shot as she detached herself from the wall and walked over to me.

"Fancy meeting you here."

"You're late." She barked with a smile. 

"I had dinner with Christa."

"Is she here?"

"No. She was tired, wanted to sleep."

"Couldn't handle partying with you, eh?"

I laughed with her, nodding. "No. She doesn't like my style but she's a great working partner."

"That's good. If you had said that she wasn't, I'd have fired her."

I glared at Alisa. "And I'd have raised such a stink that you wouldn't have been able to smell your own shit."

She smiled and her perfect teeth gleamed in the spinning lights. "I like that you fight me."

"You're nothing, Alisa. Chauncey, Christa and I are family. I'll do whatever I have to do to keep us together."

She smiled again, her grin false and alcohol-driven. "Dance with me."

I didn't particularly feel like dancing but I went out on the floor with her. The music pounded through us and I gave into the freedom of being drunk. New Order segued into Nine Inch Nails and we moved closer, her hands grasping my hips and grinding against me. Her eyes connected with mine and she moved in closer, pulling me against her. I felt what she wanted me to feel. She had a dick and the thought of that made my pussy water. She danced me up against the wall and rubbed her plastic bulge into my crotch.

"Wanna fuck?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea. We work together, you know." I was unnerved by her aggression. I was used to running the show; now, here was someone who was so natural at it, that I was having a hard time denying her. 

"I don't care, dumpling." She unzipped my skirt in the club's velvet darkness and stuck her finger under the center of my thong, tracing the edges of my pussy. "You haven't had a fuck in a long time and you need one." I shivered on her fingertip, feeling strange because someone else had control. "So what do you say?"

I opened my legs wider and closed my eyes. 



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 05



She edged me off of the dance floor and I grabbed her shoulders as she maneuvered me into a dark corner, pushing the skirt up on my hips while I unzipped her pants. Her thick, plastic cock flopped out into my hand and I stroked it, trembling as she bent to kiss me, taking my breath away with her rough manner. A streak of adrenalin sliced through me and I gasped, sucking her tongue into my mouth as her hand grasped my leg, jerking it up. Without pretense, she shoved the dildo into me, stretching and pounding me at the same time.

I welcomed her into my wet hole, pushing back against her and trying to hump the pole she was shoving into me. It felt so good that I couldn't help giving in to her rhythm, letting those short, hard strokes hammer me over the edge. I came, grabbing onto her as my leg gave way, shaking so hard that I looked like I was having a seizure. Alisa laughed, forcing me deeper into the darkness and taking my mouth again. My back hit the wall and her prick lodged deeper into me, making me groan into Alisa's soft mouth.

She released my leg and placed both of her hands beneath my buttocks, lifting me slightly and drilled my aching cunt mercilessly until I was practically screaming her name again, cumming so hard that my teeth clicked. Now she set me down, guarding me as if I were a precious child and turned me so that I was facing the wall, placing wet kisses across the back of my neck and shoulders. I shuddered, gasping both from a lack of breath and the ferocious clenching of my still throbbing pussy.

Her hands pushed the skirt up again, caressing the soft cheeks of my ass and letting her finger hook under my thong and follow the cleft downward. I moaned when her finger stopped to gently rim my quivering asshole. I felt her step closer and the head of the dildo pressed against the sopping center of my panties. I reached down and moved it aside, arching my back out so that she could easily slide into me. When she did, I gasped so hard that I nearly passed out. Not only did her cock thrust into my weeping pussy but her thumb found my asshole at the same time, shoving in hard and deep.

My head lolled back, my body quaking from sensory overload as her hips flexed up into me. Her thumb massaged my anal canal while she plugged my hole, ramming me like a rag doll. Every gasp came out as Yes!, increasing in volume until I was vibrating with the need to cum again. Her free hand slid over my belly and found my clit, pressing just as her teeth connected with my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks. I exploded in such a violent orgasm that I screamed. My entire body felt like one huge heartbeat, throbbing and pulsing, my pussy muscles straining against the dildo.

Alisa slowly pulled the cock out of me, along with her thumb and continued to rub my buried clit, sending me into violent aftershocks so strong that I had to lean back against her. After a few moments, she removed her hand and I vaguely remembered my skirt being pulled back down. 

She turned me around, pressing a soft kiss onto my mouth. "I like it when you fight me, Tawnya. That was really hot."

I couldn't disagree with her. I had never cum that hard in my entire life and it was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing her. Her cocky smile told me that she knew my feelings and dared me to act on them. "I'll always fight you, Captain. I'll fight you every step of the way."

When I came back from using the bathroom, she was gone, leaving me with the impression that the whole encounter had been nothing but a dream. My juicy pussy told me differently and I found myself absentmindedly squeezing my mound in the club, recalling our fuck. I searched the entire place for her but she was gone and I finished my drink and headed back to the hotel, intent on getting a few hours of sleep.

But sleep eluded me. When I closed my eyes, I felt her sweet breath on my neck and her fingers in my cunt. I couldn't sleep until I'd made myself cum two more times, each time, whispering Alisa's name. I only hoped that Christa hadn't heard me. 



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 06



Christa and I shared a light breakfast of fruit, yogurt and juice before heading out to the terminal. I'd slept hard after I'd gotten to sleep so I felt refreshed and curious as to what Alisa would say. I found myself wondering what her body looked like underneath that uniform. Would her pussy be covered with the same frosty blonde strands as her head or did the collar not match the cuffs? Did she like to be eaten or rimmed? Licked, sucked, bitten? Did she like her nipples pulled or twisted? So many questions ran through my mind that I'd tuned out Christa and she wasn't very happy about that.

"Hey!" She smacked me in the arm and I jerked awake. "Where the fuck are you?"

"Sorry, just daydreaming."

"Day or night dreaming?" She gave me a playful poke and handed the clipboard to me. "You haven't stopped smiling all morning. Who was she?"

"Must've been a figment of my imagination because she was too good for words."

"Wow, I never heard you say that before."

"I never felt this way before."

"Ooo! Tawnya's in love."

"Can it, Christa. I can't be in love after one fuck." I finished reloading the beverage cart and stowed it in its space. "Besides, I've never been in love and I doubt this chick is interested in a repeat performance."

"Good morning, ladies." Captain Gudmundsdottir stepped aboard, toting her aluminum briefcase. "Looks like a fine day to fly."

"Yes, ma'am." Christa smiled, stocking the napkin tray. "We're almost ready."

"That's good to hear. Miss Simonsen has told me that you were a great flight partner. I see that she wasn't wrong."

Christa glanced at me with a grin. "I appreciate your confidence in me, Captain Gudmundsdottir."

"Let's just keep it to Captain Alisa. My Icelandic roots are a mouthful."

I closed my eyes at the thought of a mouthful of her. Mmm, that prime Icelandic pussy. Thin, blonde hairs in my teeth and a dark pink crevasse in her mound of pure white flesh, begging for the touch of my tongue. I imagined her sitting on my face, dropping that pink flower over my mouth and nose, suffocating me with creamy juice and urging me to drink my fill ...

"Tawnya?"

"Uh, yes. Sorry."

Christa stood, packing the boxes of supplies away. "Don't feel bad, Captain Alisa. She's been doing this all morning. I think she met someone special last night."

The Captain turned those sargasso eyes on me, a knowing twinkle lurking in the depths. "Oh, you met someone special last night?"

All at once, I felt like I was back in school, asking Becky Leidenhofer to come under the bleachers with me. My mouth dried up and my heart pounded wildly. "Uh, yeah."

"Well," Alisa set her briefcase down, removing her jacket. "Why don't you tell us about him?"

Once again, I was unnerved by her aggressive, take-no-prisoners attitude and I was a little pissed off that I couldn't hide, that I couldn't control when I wanted the sexual side of me to come out. She was forcing me and she knew it. If I backed down, she would think that I was a wimp and that was not in Tawnya Simonsen's make up. I knew I'd have to fight.

"She was probably the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen."

"A woman?" Her eyebrow arose.

"I'm into women. Is that a problem?" I gave her an angry stare to let her know that I wasn't backing down. 

"No, as long as you don't hit on the crew."

"I wouldn't do that. It's nobody else's business except my own." I got a little cocky. "Besides, there's no one that flips my switch on the crew."

The edges of her mouth twitched, trying not to curve into a smile. "Oh, really?"

"Nope." I turned away from the burning beacons of her eyes and checked the locks on all the cabinets, making sure that they were secure. "Not a one."

"I see." Alisa picked up her briefcase, carefully folding the jacket over her arm. "Well, do you expect to see this woman again?"

"Honestly, I don't know." I paused for a moment, not really knowing what I wanted to say. I didn't want to face ridicule from her but I felt as if I needed to speak something that was bothering me, an itch that needed to be scratched. "I don't think she wants to be in a relationship."

"How can you tell that from one fuck?"

"She wouldn't let me touch her." I said softly, searching her eyes. "She was a dazzling lover but I saw nothing of who she really was."

"Probably just looking for a piece of ass." Christa laughed, folding the last towel and shoving the seat up. "Well, we'd better get going, Tawn. It's time for the passengers to start boarding." She smiled at Alisa. "Sorry, captain."

I excused myself as I passed Alisa, heading for the front hatch and making sure that I didn't catch her eyes. I didn't know what I was feeling and that in itself was unfamiliar to me. I was surprised to find that I didn't trust my own reactions. As the first passengers came aboard, I wondered if she was feeling the same and secretly hoped she was. 



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 07



When we landed at home, I rushed to get through my work. I didn't want to see her. I was afraid of what she'd say. I think it was the fastest I'd ever finished and I nearly ran down the gangplank, heading for the sanctity of Ryan's apartment. I was surprised to find Ryan waiting for me at the ticket counter, chatting up Margaret again.

"Hello, Ryan."

"Hey, sis!" He winked at her and gave me a huge hug. "Have a good flight?"

"Maybe I should ask you that question."

"She's cute. I couldn't help myself." He grinned, dusting his shoulders off as if he was wearing an expensive suit instead a jacket and jeans. "She gave me her number."

"Well, good for you, but don't piss her off. Remember, I have to work with her."

"Work, shmerk." He took my carry-all from my shoulder and put his arm around me. "She won't cause you any problems once she gets a little of Sir Pumps-A-Lot." 

I shook my head at the nickname for his penis and laughed. "You are too much, Ry."

"Hey, Tawnya!" We stopped at the sound of Margaret's voice and watched as she came running up to me. "Sorry, I forgot. Someone left you a message."

"Okay. Thanks." I tucked it into my pocket and ignored my curious brother, waving goodbye to her. "So, bro, what brings you here?"

"A bit of news."

"About?"

"Let's go have some dinner and I'll tell you." 

We chose a Japanese steak place and he told me that he had overheard his mother mentioning something about a second will when she was talking to her lawyer. The problem was that the old lawyer had died and since his files had been burned in a suspicious fire at the storage center, there was no trace of it, something that played in my stepmother's favor. But I knew my father. He kept extra copies of everything. I just had to find out where it was before she did and destroyed it.

"Where do you think it could be?"

"I don't know." I said, sitting back in my chair, stuffed with mushrooms and filet mignon. "I've got some good idea, though."

"She hasn't taken anything out of the house yet so we're in luck."

"That doesn't help me!"

"Yes, it does. I can take her shopping or out to dinner or something and give you some time to check around."

"Sounds like a plan."

"It is a plan." Ryan wiped his mouth. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll take care of the bill on the way back."

"Thanks, Ry. I really appreciate it."

"Just let me bone Margaret and we're even." He gave me a wink and sauntered off. I started thinking about Dad's hiding places when the corner of the envelope stuck me in the rib. I had forgotten about the message from Margaret. I pulled it out and opened the card.

Tawnya,

I start this letter not really knowing what to say. Fucking you that night was the hottest thing in the world. I think I came as many times as you did but you didn't know it and the words you said today really stuck with me. You were very correct about me. I've never wanted to have a relationship. I lost my parents when I was very young and I never got over it. When you said that to me, it brought up old memories that I hadn't visited in a long time and I was almost distraught the entire flight. My landing was rough and I was left of the center line. Absolutely horrible.

You do something to me, Tawnya. I was speaking the truth when I said that I'd heard about you. Several of the girls told me about your arrogant flirting and your legendary fucking expertise and I decided that you needed to be brought down a few pegs. Why? I don't know. Maybe I was jealous of the way the girls talked about you, how you'd make them cum and cum but never let them touch you. Then you said that to me today ... and I don't even know if you realize that you were talking about yourself as well. You and I are the same kind. Maybe that was why we connected.

So I guess what I want to know is if you want to continue as fuck-buddies or if you're willing to take a risk with me and try for something more.

Alisa



Captain of Her Heart Ch. 08



Another sleepless night and not even coating my fingers with pussy cream three times could bring it. This time, it wasn't simply a question of what I was feeling but the knowledge that she possibly felt the same way and had left the ball in my court. I had no idea what I was going to do. The lone wolf in me wanted things to remain the same. Part of me wanted the Autonomous Nation of Fuck-Whomever-I-Wanted-Whenever-I-Wanted to continue to reign supreme. 

But a different pussy every night was getting boring. I had felt it for awhile but Alisa had really brought it to light. I hadn't wanted to leave her. I wanted to rip that harness off of her and fuck her until she was soaking the sheets. It really hurt when she'd left and the feelings surprised me. I couldn't understand how someone could fuck me so well, then just disappear like the wind. It made me think about some of the complaints I'd had from girls I'd fucked and left. Suddenly, I was on the other end of the stick and I didn't like it at all.

Once I'd gotten past that issue, which I really didn't but agreed with myself to set it aside, I started thinking about Alisa. She was an unknown quantity, in my mind. She was six feet two inches of slender white marble, topped with a face that would make your heart melt. And she fucked like a virago. I had never been ravished like that in my life and just thinking about it made my pussy twitch. I had no doubt that another night with her would bring the same result but I wanted to know if she would be willing to give up the control. I wondered if she would be willing to give up her heart.

Ryan showed up at ten with a four-pack at Red Bulls and we mixed them with vodka while he laid out the game plan. He planned to take his mother to a flea market that was nearly fifty miles away and after that, he'd take her to dinner and get her plastered, if he could. 

"You want to search her place?"

"Your mother's? Jesus, Ryan, I could get arrested!"

"Not if you have the key." He twirled a gold key in front of my nose, grinning mischievously. "I have a key to her place. I'm the golden boy, you know."

"I hope you'll have some golden cash to bail me out of jail with."

"Tawnya, it won't be a problem, believe me!" He opened her hand, pressed the key into her palm and closed her fingers around it. "Park on the street behind the house, take the park path to the back and let yourself in. When you're done, leave the key under the back mat and I'll pick it up when we get back."

The key burned in my palm. That should have told me something but I slipped it into my pocket any way. "I'll think about it."

He shrugged. "You'd be stupid to pass up on the offer. You might be able to find something important."

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"Cool." We finished finalizing the plans and split up. They wouldn't be back to the house until six and it was one-thirty now so I'd have plenty of time to do a little searching. When I went to the house, I was glad to find that my key still fit the lock and spent several minutes in the foyer wiping tears away. This was my house! I couldn't afford to let my anger immobilize me and I shook myself free, heading for my room.

Immediately, I was pissed off. The Tiffany lamp Dad had bought me for my high school graduation present was gone. The Swarovski figurines that he and I had collected for nearly fifteen years were gone. She'd even taken the quilted comforter that my grandma Ethel had made my parents for my birth. Now, I knew it was personal. A further search of my room turned up missing underwear and other items. I was floored. This stuff was supposed to have been packed and taken care of. What the hell … 

The doorbell rang at that instant and I froze, holding my breath. Shit! Annabelle had a visitor! I went to the front window of my room that looked down on the street and nearly lost my mind when I saw Alisa standing on the doorstep. I nearly killed myself falling down the stairs, throwing the door open and yanking her inside.

"What are you doing here?"

Alisa stared at me, stunned and not sure what was going on. "I – I got your address from … "

"That's okay. I'm sorry to scare you but I need your help. What kind of car do you have?"



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 09



For the next five hours, we worked steadily removing everything we could carry. She called and rented a large storage unit and came back with a moving truck after the first load. I was overwhelmed by her initiative but asked no questions. The expensive furniture went first, cabinets and trunks. Then we carefully stacked Mom's china, wrapped it in clothes and blankets and put them on board. I broke down the beds and she carried the pieces out; mattresses were tossed from windows and I was proud to say that at five forty-five, we had done a professional job of looting the house, including all of the sentimental items. 

Alisa wheeled the truck away with me following in her Suburban just as I saw my brother's car rounding the far corner, his purple neon running lights giving him away. I kept my speed steady, pretending not to be shaking as hard as I was and only started breathing normally when we pulled into the storage space. It took another four hours of steady work to empty the truck and we took it straight back to the yard afterwards. A final trip to pick up my car at the storage place and we decided to head back to Alisa's apartment.

We hadn't spoken much the entire time we'd worked, just efficiently handled the work as a team. Now, exhausted and spent, we worked to find the strength to speak.

"Thank you."

I was so close to crying that those were the only words I could speak. She seemed to understand and gave me a hug, holding me until the ache in my throat had eased, then took my hand, interlacing her fingers with mine. We walked together to lock the front door and extinguish the lights. A short walk, a turn and she left me standing as she switched on a small lamp in the corner of her bedroom. I felt as if I was floating as she collected me and sat me on the edge of the bed.

I didn't see the virago Alisa now. I saw a vulnerable woman who was offering me a look inside her shell. My throat began to ache again as she knelt, untying and removing my scuffed Timberlands. She sat beside me and pulled off her Vans, setting them beside my shoes as if they belonged together. The act was not lost on me and I swallowed a sob as she crawled past me, settling onto one side of the bed. I turned back to look at her and she opened her arms, the look in her eyes accepting and non-judgmental.

I crawled into her arms like a child scared of thunder and trembled with the force of the storm that was raging inside me. She reached behind us and clicked off the lamp and in the darkness, I finally let go, holding onto her tightly as I sobbed my heart out.

*****



Sleep was hard and deep for me after the sleepless night and Alisa's proximity made me feel safe and loved. It might have been the absence of her warm body next to mine or the hiss of the shower that awoke me. Either way, I yawned, stretched and arose, heading for the bathroom. I entered with the idea of taking a pee but the sight that greeted me washed all thoughts away.

Alisa was in the shower and not even the obscure glass could hide her luscious figure. Before I knew it, I had walked up to the door, nearly pressing my nose against the glass as I admired her form. Without warning, the glass slid aside and her sea-green eyes connected with mine. We stood locked for a long moment before she held out a bottle of strawberry-scented shower gel and a bath scrubby, then turned her back on me, heading toward the back of the shower.

I took her actions as an invitation and stepped into the shower, not caring that my shirt, shorts and socks were getting wet. I squeezed a glob of soap onto the scrubby, ran it under the water jets to get it sudsy, then moved behind her, rubbing the gauzy material across her back. Alisa hummed low in her throat, raising her hands to sustain her weight against the wall as our eyes met over her shoulder, her ass rubbing the front of my jean shorts. 

I gulped as heat suffused my face. She was offering her body to me but I knew that it wasn't a simple offering. The expression in her eyes told me that we were past the 'quick fuck' stage and she was taking the submissive role, probably for the first time in her life, in the hopes that I would take the risk she hinted at in her letter. Was I finally ready to give myself to someone, to believe that love existed in this cynical world? 

Was I ready to accept her challenge?



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 10



Something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the long years of being lonely and trying to cover it up with quick trysts. Maybe it was that she was the same as me, a hollow vessel looking for something to fill me. Or maybe it was the deep, abiding connection that I shared with her, an indescribable bond that made us soul mates. I don't know but I had cried my emotional demons out last night; it was time to release the sexual ones as well.

I pressed my clothed body against hers, forcing her into the wall and licking the water from her neck. She groaned, reaching a hand back to pull me closer. Our mouths connected, half-filled with tepid water, the other half filled with each other's tongues. "Too many clothes." She murmured, sucking my tongue into her mouth and I started yanking my clothes off, letting my soaked shirt, jeans, panties and socks land with wet plops onto the shower floor.

Touching her skin was like touching a recently used oven and knowing that something good had been cooked in it. That was the feeling I got as I pressed my body against her, rubbing my trimmed pussy against her apple-round ass and my tits against her shoulder blades. She moaned again, throwing her head back and trying to press back harder against me. I spun her around, plastering her to the tiles while my hand cupped her mound, pressing the palm against her clit. She shook with an orgasm, clasping me to her and thrusting her tongue deeper into my mouth.

All of a sudden, I didn't want her in the shower. I wanted her in the bed. I was pussy hungry and I didn't want to wait. I grabbed the shower gel and squirted some onto my hand. "Help me wash." She grabbed the scrubby, soaped it and we started laughing as we tried to wash every inch of my body as fast as humanly possible. I stepped under the jets and rinsed off but when I opened my eyes, the shower was empty. I turned the water off and jumped out, grabbing a towel as I ran toward the bedroom.

Alisa was already on the bed, her tasty, water-drenched body waiting for my touch. I dropped the towel and started with her feet, licking the beads of water from her soles and sucking her toes. She groaned, writhing against the sheets, jerking with each lick of my tongue. I snaked it in between her long toes, lapping up the water and stroking the tender insides. "Fuck!" She whispered breathily. "No one … uhn …ever did that … ohh … to me … ummm … before."

"I'm not finished yet."

I licked down the smooth tops, taking a languorous turn around each ankle and proceeding up her silky shins to her kneecaps. Her entire body vibrated when I nibbled the inside of her knee. "Jesus." I followed her thighs up, pushing her legs open when I got close to the Promised Land. Her pussy was like I imagined, sparsely coated in a downy layer of platinum blonde pubes, shaved into a flat, silky mat. I used my forefinger and thumb to pull the spongy mound back, releasing the clit and nearly swooned at the pearly juice that slowly dripped from her hole like Karo syrup.

I used my tongue to press her pretty dark pink petals apart, catching the pussy cream on the tip of my tongue. She gasped, rocking her hips slightly and I pushed my tongue deeper into her creamy quim. She tasted so good that I shoved my face farther into her cunt, licking and sucking. Her reaction was to cum so hard that I had to hold onto her hips while she bucked against my face. I pulled back, taking a breath and dove in again, this time adding two fingers into the mix. I used my lips and tongue to coax her throbbing clit into my mouth and pushed my fingers past her slick, blood-filled lips, stopping when I felt something touching my fingers.

I stopped and lifted my eyes to hers. "You're a virgin?" She nodded, her eyes questioning. "I didn't know."

"Is that all right?"

I moved up over her, letting my gentle kiss assuage her fears. "It doesn't matter to me but I'm impressed."

I didn't want to let her think about it too long. I slid back down, gave her pussy a thick-tongued lick and straddled her right leg, partially turning her onto her side. Her lust-glazed eyes connected with mine as I lifted her left leg onto my shoulder and brought our pussies into direct contact. Still gazing into her eyes, I lowered myself above her, my hands on either side of her shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, I flexed my hips, grinding our clits together and shook with the sensations that spiked through my body.

I closed my eyes as I rocked against her, trying to memorize every detail of this perfect fuck. I shivered as our sticky pussy lips rubbed together, our mounds bumping and clits sliding together. Alisa was gasping at each thrust, her hands wrapped around my ass, pressing us closer. I opened my eyes and met hers again, bending down just so that I could feel her breath on my lips, increasing my thrusts and driving our slippery cunts together.

We both knew the moment. Our mouths strained for each others and mutual groans of pleasure rumbled through our bodies as we exploded close together. Her gasp took my breath away and I threw my head back, shouting in pleasure as our pussy creams mingled. We twitched together for several minutes, gasping for breath and I released her leg, pulling her into my arms. After a few minutes, I reached down and pulled the covers over us, settling her against me, returning the favor from last night.

As I snuggled her against me, I looked down into her eyes and saw something that terrified me, something that was on the tip of my tongue that I, too, wanted to say. I pressed a kiss to my finger, touched it to her lips and pulled her closer against me. I couldn't tell her, not yet. I only hoped that there would be a time and that it would be as perfect as the love we'd just shared. I closed my eyes with my arms around her and lapsed into sleep.



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 11



My cell phone's bleating woke up from blessed sleep. I released Alisa to thumb it into silence, answering the call from my brother.

"Hello?"

"What the fuck did you do?"

"Ryan?"

"What the fuck did you do, Tawnya?"

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and urging the rest of my brain to wake up. The table clock said it was twelve-fifteen and gentle beads of rain flung themselves against the windows. "Wha … what are you talking about?"

"The house, Tawnya. The house. Where are all of Mother's things?"

"Mother's things? Mother's things?" I tried not to raise my voice but it had become an impossibility now. "Those things belong to me!"

"Not according to the will! You've stolen from my mother!"

"What happened to 'I'll take care of everything while you're gone'? Wasn't that what you said?" I growled. "Imagine my surprise when I walk into my house and find all my stuff still there!"

"I removed your things, not your father's."

"Did you remove my panties?"

"What?"

"A lot of my panties are missing and they're not at your apartment. Did you take extra care in removing them?"

"Tawnya, I don't know what's gotten into you … "

"Ryan, call me back when you've picked a side. Until then, goodbye."

"Tawn … " I closed the phone on his shout, terminating the call, my mind swirling.

"You can't trust him, you know."

Alisa's soft voice made me drop the phone and return to her side. "Good afternoon." I whispered, touching her lips to mine, then opening hers with my tongue. The kiss deepened, taking us on a sensual journey that ended with both of us whimpering in despair when we pulled apart. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"That's okay." She touched my cheek. "Tawnya, you can't trust him. You know that."

"I know." I whispered, laying my head next to hers. "I just hate to think about it."

"I know, honey." Her comforting tone helped to ease my hurt, along with her hand smoothing the skin on my arm. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

I met her eyes and searched their brilliant depths for a hint of distrust and found none. I was scared to trust her after my own stepbrother, someone I'd known for an infinitely longer amount of time, had let me down. But there was something about her, something in her touch that told me I could trust her with my life. And so, I told her the entire story, watching her lovely face for a negative reaction and finding only love and consolation there. "And that brings us yesterday's mad dash and Ryan's phone call."

She drew me closer to her, pressing her warm lips to my temple. "Do you still have the key to your stepmonster's house?"

"Yes."

"Then I think we should go hunting."

"Alisa, I don't want you involved in this. I could get arrested."

"Then I'll get arrested with you." She grasped my chin, turning my mouth toward her. "And I won't take no for an answer."

Her mouth was warm, wet and glorious and it didn't take long before I was pressing her into the pillows, grinding our pussies together. A shiver ran through her that snaked into me and I pushed my fingers into her icy-gold hair, massaging her scalp with my fingertips. I felt her leg rub against mine, then slide between them and our weight shifted, rolling us so that I was now on the bottom. I let my hands glide up and down the silky-smooth length of her body from the nape of her neck to her softly-rounded ass but Alisa stopped me, raising my arms above my head.

She sat up, smiling at me as she tied first one, then my other wrist to the headboard of her bed. Her hands slid over my skin as she made her way down to my ankles, securing them with two men's ties from her dresser drawer. Finally, she slid a blindfold over my eyes, giving me a long, deep kiss as she moved it into place. "I'm going to give you something to calm your nerves."

With those cryptic words, I felt the weight lift from the bed and I was alone. The first inkling I had that she'd returned was an ice-cold liquid onto my nipple. I gasped at the sensation of cold, immediately followed by the heat of her mouth and tongue licking it away. Next, the liquid was smeared onto my bottom lip and she gave it a slow, sensuous lick, dipping into my mouth and the sweet taste of chocolate flooded my mouth. The cold bowl of a spoon touched my lips and I opened my mouth, letting her feed me a spoonful of the chocolate pudding before she moved away.

I felt her making cold drawings on my flesh, around my breasts, across my stomach and down my thighs with the pudding. Then her tongue followed the lines, cleaning and scouring, making me writhe against the bonds. She ignored my pleas, taking her sweet time to lick the pudding away. When she reached my dripping pussy, she spread my legs wide and dropped a glob onto my red-hot clit. The combination drove me crazy. I bucked wildly, begging her to release me but she still ignored me.

She used a finger to spread more pudding onto me, this time on the heated lips of my pussy. I shivered at the touch of her tongue, languidly licking up, down, inside and outside of my lips before spiraling inward, mixing sweet pudding and tangy pussy cream. Alisa's fingers pulled the lips open and she shoved her tongue inside like a piston, thrusting and rotating, thrusting and rotating until I was arching like the Triomphe. My pussy exploded into so many pieces that I thought I'd never put them together again.

I didn't even feel her undo the ties. I was floating so high that it was a long time before I came down again, lost in the warmth of her arms as she held me close. Being with her was so wonderful, so breathtakingly awesome that no fantasy I'd ever had could come close. 

"Alisa, I … "

She shushed me. "Don't jinx it." She kissed my ear, sending a shiver through me. "We have some work to do before our flight leaves."

I shook my head, turning over to look into her eyes. "If we get caught, you could lose your job."

"I know." She grinned. "Let's go." 



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 12



Annabelle Martins had never missed a night of bingo in the length of her marriage to my father so we changed our plans, taking our flights on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and reserving the usual party night for a little clandestine activity. I didn't go back to Ryan's apartment until I was certain that he was out for awhile and after I'd collected my stuff and had done a search of his papers, I returned to Alisa's place and her warm bed. Nights with her were a dream, whether we were in London or Paris or in her apartment. We found a balance in our lives and lovemaking, sharing control and exploring the exciting world of domination and submission until we were too tied to cum. 

When Friday arrived, we sat in Alisa's Suburban, crouching down and covering our faces with ball cap visors, watching my stepmother and her cronies drive away, their destination: Gilmore's Bingo Palace. Under the cover of darkness, we left the car and nonchalantly strode down the driveway, ducking around the back. The key turned noiselessly in the lock and we quickly stepped into the perfumed innards of my stepmonster's lair. I don't know what made me think of it but I put the key under the doormat, like Ryan had told me to.

"Where should we search first?"

I wiped the doorknob and pulled out two sets of gloves, handing one to Alisa. "Her office. She wouldn't keep anything in the kitchen or living room. She's too organized for that. We have to find her desk or something like that."

"Okay."

The search took a little longer than we thought but we finally located the desk in a spare bedroom that she'd had converted into an office. Finding a key was the problem. I took care of that by using my Swiss Army knife to unscrew the hinges. We found a lot of paperwork pertaining to Dad's account and he had more money than I'd thought, nearly $800,000. He also had a ton of CDs and retirement annuities that should have been mine as well and the bank statement showed that she'd gone through almost $20,000 in the last week alone. The money wouldn't last long at that rate and I knew I had to find the old will fast.

My Dad's wallet was tucked into one of the cubbyholes so I handed that to Alisa and left her examining some other documents while I stole into her bedroom. As I expected, my lamp was on her nightstand, my quilt on her bed and the Swarovski figurines sat on a curio shelf on the other side of the room. I stuffed one of her many purses with my underwear and wrapped the figurines in them for safety. Then, I rolled up the lamp in the comforter and handed it to Alisa, who met me in the hallway.

"I found something."

"Good. We'll look at it in the car. It's late and we need to get out of here."

Before we could take two steps, we heard the sound of the door slamming shut downstairs. Panic grabbed both of us in its grasp but Alisa shoved us into the closet, pulling clothes in front of us. "Fuck!" I whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! We're fucked! We're worse than fucked!"

"Would you shut up!" She hissed at me. "Are you always like this?"

"Yes, when we're stuck in a closet in a house that we shouldn't be in and we're fucked!"

Alisa pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep kiss that made my heart pound faster. "Relax. We'll be fine."

I struggled to believe in those words as the lights flicked on outside the closet doors and someone came into Annabelle's room. I eased one set of louvers up and Alisa crowded behind me as we looked out into her room. We could only see the lower half of the person's body and didn't dare raising the slats any higher for fear that we'd be noticed. We watched as the person pulled the sheets back and sprinkled rose petals on the bed, making a trail that led out of the door and into the hallway.

Next, the person lit candles all around the bedroom and disappeared, pounding down the stairs. I pushed the louver rod up a bit more and we looked at the romantic scene before us. So my Dad had only been cold in his grave for less than two weeks and she was already boning someone. 

"Bitch!" Hearing my hiss, Alisa gave me a warning squeeze as the sound of footsteps approached again. The person came in again and this time, we could see that it was a man, a young man at that, and he set a bucket on the floor that contained several small bottles of white wine.

Suddenly, he turned and held his arms out, breaking into a wide smile. "Ah, you're home!" Annabelle Martins sashayed into the room, sliding into the man's arms without hesitation and accepted his tongue, letting him ravish her mouth while his hands roamed over her DD breasts. 

I pulled Alisa's hand to my mouth, clamping my own over it as I gasped at the sight of my stepbrother, Ryan, Frenching his own mother, my stepmonster, Annabelle.



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 13



I thought I was going to puke. Alisa massaged my shoulders, trying to keep me silent. The lovers broke their kiss, gazing into each other's eyes and Annabelle squealed when Ryan grabbed her ass cheeks and ground himself against her.

"Anxious tonight, eh?"

"I can't help it. You always make me hard, Mom." He slid the purse off her shoulder, followed by her jacket. "Now, come on. Take those clothes off. There's a tub full of bubbles waiting for us."

"Sounds good. Let's go."

Alisa and I shrank back into the darkness of the closet as they moved past and it was at least twenty minutes before we heard the sounds of them splashing in the tub. We made our move then, tiptoeing out of the closet, into the hallway, down the stairs and then quietly shutting the door behind ourselves. As we slipped away, I bent and lifted the mat to satisfy my curiosity.

The key was gone.

*****

The something that Alisa had found was an envelope that had my name written on it and inside was a safe deposit key for the Atlantic Bank. Since it was late, we decided to head over in the morning and I took a cue from Ryan, running a bath for us. Alisa stood in the doorway, watching me clean and fill the tub, then froth the water to build a huge bank of bubbles. I set her favorite gel on the corner, along with the scrubby and made sure that there was an elastic for her hair, then nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw her there.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What, running a bath? So we can relax."

"No, not that." She walked over and picked up the hair tie, pulling her hair up. "You made sure my gel was here and the band for my hair … you really pay attention to details of things I like."

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?"

"No." I didn't like the way her response sounded, very uncertain and non-committal. My heart felt like a balloon that had suddenly lost its air. "It's just … "

"Just what?"

"It's only been a little more than a week and things have been going so fast … "

It was then that I knew. A variation of the it-was-nice-to-know-you speech was coming up and my gut wrenched. The one time I'd gone out of my way, the one time I'd taken a risk … it was too painful to think about. I swept my mind clean, reverting back to the Tawnya I'd been before Captain Alisa Gudmundsdottir stepped aboard my airplane. I was alone again, as Gilbert O'Sullivan said, naturally.

"It's all right, Alisa. I understand."

"No, I don't think you do." Her hand on my arm seemed to sear a hole in my skin and I jerked away, glancing at her in apology. 

"Hold that thought. Let me run down and get us a bottle of wine. I think that's a good way to relax, eh?"

Her beautiful face brightened and she pulled off her shirt, taunting me with those perfect small C globes, their fat pink nipples begging to be sucked. She let one hand slice through the bubbles, checking the temperature of the water. It was such a beautiful scene, tendrils of her hair pooling on her shoulders, her pale breasts rising and falling with each breath and her bare feet ending in long toes and raspberry sunrise nail polish. 

"Sounds good." She smiled, tossing her shirt at me. I caught it, the whiff of gardenia almost making me cry. "Hurry back. I have something important to talk to you about."

I just nodded numbly, quickly turning away and giving the impression that I was excitedly hurrying to grab some chardonnay from the 'fridge. I pulled the door half-shut as I left, something we always did and walked down the hallway, fighting to bite my sobs back until I was out of hearing. I packed yet again, shoving my things into my backpack and suitcase. A quick call to the Hilton and I had a room for the week at a discounted rate, something I probably should have done at the beginning.

"Tawnya, where are you? Hurry up!''

The sound of her voice broke my heart and it was all I could do not to break down in tears. "I'm coming!" I half-heartedly called back, hefting my suitcase. Goodbye, captain of my heart. I took a long look down the hallway toward the bathroom door and went down the stairs, letting myself out and refusing to look behind. 



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 14



My cell phone blazed all night and I ended up turning off after an hour of calls from Alisa. I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want to hear her soft voice. I didn't want to think of the nights I'd slept in her arms or the exquisite heights to which she'd taken me. I just wanted to turn everything off and crawl into a dark hole. Of course, it was a stupid idea because I couldn't get any sleep. No matter how many times I tried to ignore my thoughts, they buzzed around me like flies around shit, looking for a place to land.

When I was able to drag myself out of bed, I called the airline and tried to get my shift changed but Arthur wouldn't do it. Christa and I were the best and he wouldn't separate us. When I threatened to quit, he offered an extra week of vacation and I took it, grumbling to myself the whole time. It was my bed and I had to lie in it. Without Alisa. 

I went to the bank after the calls and John Eddies, the bank director, came out and shook my hand. "I was wondering when I'd see you."

John had known me since I was a kid and I reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a Dum-Dum lollipop. He always kept them there for restless children, such as myself and I was glad to have one just now. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Come to my office and we'll talk." I followed him, enjoying the taste of stale butterscotch and he ushered me into his paneled office, shutting the door after us. "How did that woman get hold of your father's accounts?"

"The will."

"But I saw the will. I know what Reggie wanted."

"So do I, John, but the will that was filed says differently."

Eddies sat forward, grabbing my hands. "Between you and me, the bank has had the account frozen until we can properly determine what's going on."

"Oh, that's great!" My happiness was short-lived. "But I don't know where the other will is, John!"

He shook his head, releasing my hands and sitting back in his chair. "Well, what's in the box that he left here for you?"

"I don't know."

"Well, why don't we go see?"

John accompanied me down into the vault and after producing the proper keys, he pulled the box out and I opened it. Inside was a sliver of fabric. Red, soft and fraying, it sat staring at me until I picked it and gave it a sniff. John just watched me until I recognized it. "Daddy's sweater! His favorite sweater!"

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes!"

"You need to go get it. Do you want me to go with you?"

"No."

"Go to the lawyer's office as soon as you can with it. You won't be safe any where else."

I laughed. "I'm not in danger, John. Annabelle wouldn't hurt me." My laughter died in my throat when I realized that he wasn't laughing. "John, what are you not telling me?"

"Nothing that I know for certain, Tawnya." He stood up and I arose, following him to the door. "Just find that will and get it to your father's lawyer. If you need anything, you call me." He handed me his business card and flipped it to show me where he'd written his cell and home phone numbers on the back. "And I mean anything, Tawnya."

"Thank you, John. I really appreciate it."

I left the bank with my brain buzzing, not unlike how it was when I was trying to sleep last night. Nothing that I know for certain. Why would he say that? Was he hinting that Annabelle murdered my father? What the hell was going on? I tried to push that aside as I rushed to the storage place. Daddy had three red sweaters that I loved to wear and only he and I knew which one had been my favorite. I pushed the heavy door open and made my way back to the trunk that held his old stuff.

Opening that trunk was like taking a trip back in time. There were pictures of all of when Mom was alive, of Dad and me when he was alive, school pictures, crafts and things like that. All part of the happy life I led before they had been taken from me. I picked up one picture in particular. It was a picture of me with a milk mustache in Dad's sweater. I sniffled, remembering the mixed smells of leather and Aramis that reminded me of him. Beneath the stack of photos were the sweaters, one maroon, one fire-engine red and one brick-red.

I reached for my favorite sweater and everything went black.



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 15



"Oh, God! Oh, God, Tawnya! Wake up!" My head was aching enough without the added yelling. I moaned and tried to sit up. "No, honey! Don't move!"

"Let me up. I'm okay." I sat up slowly, fighting the urge to vomit and scream at the same time and I didn't realize that Alisa was crying until I looked over at her. "Hey, I'm okay."

"Don't touch me." She whispered, turning her back to me. "I'm so mad at you!"

I didn't understand what she was mad about but I decided not to say anything. I rubbed the back of my head and was happy not to find any blood, just a lump that looked like an Indian mound. I stood slowly and balanced myself on a stack of boxes, waiting for the vertigo to go away and I suddenly remembered what had happened. I turned to the trunk, staring at the sweaters that were still left.

"Alisa, I'm okay. I'm sorry. I don't know why you're upset but I'm sorry, okay?"

"You don't know why I'm upset? You leave me in a bubble bath and you don't know why I'm upset?"

"No, I don't. I thought you wanted me gone. I just saved you from doing the hard work."

"Oh, my God!" Alisa whirled on me, her green eyes angry. "You are just as stupid as some guys I've dated!"

Oh, God!  My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. "I ... I don't understand."

"Let's talk about this at home. What are we going to do about this?"

I turned back to the trunk and lifted out the brick-red sweater that was still tucked under the pictures. The fire-engine red sweater was gone and the maroon sweater was half-in, half-out of the trunk. Only Daddy and I knew the reason that the brick-red sweater was my favorite. The year he got the sweater was the year I got my first box of 64 crayons and brick-red was included. I colored the white instruction tags on the inside of the sweater, telling Daddy that they didn't match. He laughed and wore the sweater to work, smiling as he saw the crayon-stained tags. That was why it was my favorite and it was still here.

I took both sweaters out and was surprised to find an envelope tucked into each of the sweaters. Both were identical copies of the old will except that the one in my sweater was correctly signed by Dad with his real name, Winslow. The other was signed Reggie. I pushed the real one back into the envelope and pulled the door down, locking it. 

We left immediately, heading to my hotel room and she sat down on the bed, her beautiful eyes red and her cheeks wet. I put my keys and the will on the nightstand then walked around to her, kneeling at her feet, my hands on her knees.

"Alisa, talk to me."

"Maybe I should say the same thing to you." She sniffled, staring at me, her voice soft and broken. "Why did you leave?"

"I thought you were going to break up with me."

"How ... where did you get that idea?"

I shook my head, looking down. I really was a stupid idiot. Really stupid. "I was wrong?"

"You were very wrong."

"I'm sorry, Alisa. I'm just ... "I looked up into her soft eyes. "I'm terrified."

She touched my cheek, her eyes growing silvery again. "Don't you think I am, too?"

I pulled her to me, my head against her stomach and we remained that way for a long time, each crying in turns as we each came to the realization that we had found the person we wanted to be with, that we were willing to let go of our lonely existences and risk our hearts. We'd stepped up another level and so quickly in the short span of our relationship that my head was spinning. I now understood that hers was as well but that she didn't want to end things between us, she wanted to make them solid. 

"Do we have to stay here?" She asked quietly and I shook my head.

"No."

"Good." She pushed my head back, smiling down into my eyes. "I want you to take me home and make love to me."

Her stomach growled and we both laughed. "Sounds like another part of you wants the attention first."

"I haven't eaten since yesterday."

I knew why she hadn't eaten. Because of me. I stood up, pulling her with me and gave her a soft kiss that deepened into a passionate give-and-take of two people in love. In love. Those words hit me like bricks and I pulled back, looking into her eyes. In love. I was aching to tell her, to say what was in my heart ... 

"Come on. Let's go."



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 16



Alisa put the last of my things into her drawers and shut them with a snap of finality. She turned and looked at me, folding her arms across her chest. "That's where they stay."

"Yes, ma'am." I snapped to attention and saluted, bringing a smile to her face.

"You promise?"

I walked up to her, really looking at her for the first time. As I looked at her, I hoped that she was seeing the real me: a 5' 11" girl with dark brown eyes and silky short brown hair, B cups and slender hips. That was what I looked like on the outside but I hoped that she could see what I looked like on the inside as well, that she could see my heart and my love. She wanted me to make love to her and I was going to make sure that she knew she was loved. She blinked several times as tears pricked her eyes and I kissed her cheeks softly, letting my lips linger against her moist skin.

"I promise, Alisa." My lips touched hers and we kissed again. "With all my heart."

She moved close, seeking solace from me that I usually found in her. "I'm scared, Tawnya. I've never been in love before."

"Neither have I." I moved her back to the bed, letting my hands roam over her back, memorizing every inch. "But we'll do it together, right?"

Alisa's mouth covered mine and we fell onto the bed, fighting to control the kiss, suddenly, passionately, desperately trying to wrest the power from each other. She moaned beneath me and I released her mouth with a smack, glaring into her eyes. 

"Right?"

"Right." And then as suddenly as it began, the struggle was over and she was lying beneath me, every inch pressed to me and her mouth opening under mine. I took over the role, grinding her into the sheets and rolling her nipples between my fingers. I got up, leaving her with wet lips and a pussy that ached for my touch. "Where are you going?"

"We have to get up early, remember? We have a flight in the morning."

"I know that but where are you going?"

"To the spare room." I knelt on the side of the bed, hovering over her and drawn to the perfect softness of her mouth. "I promised that I'd make love to you and I intend to carry out that promise to the letter."

"So come here."

"No." I moved out of her range so that her hands swept through air when she reached for me. "I will tell you when I'm ready. Not before."

Alisa sat up on the bed, staring at me as I headed for the door. "You're not … leaving, are you?"

"No, baby. I'll be right across the hall." I grinned at her, laughing when she flung herself into my arms. "I get it, Alisa." I whispered softly. "I finally get it."

We held each other, almost slow dancing for several minutes but we had reached an understanding that had moved past mere words. I had just made a commitment to her that transcended everything. She kissed me good night and I went to bed in the other room, falling into a dreamless sleep in which Alisa held me in her arms and kept me close.

*****

"This is absurd!" Annabelle Martins's shout could be heard outside the courtroom and echoed inside the spacious chamber as the doors crashed opened. Accompanied by her lawyer, she and Ryan came into court, cursing as they approached the judge's bench. She looked over and saw me, sitting at the plaintiff's table and screeched. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"Miss Martins, have a seat."

"My name is Annabelle Simonsen." She smiled, looking over at me. "My married name."

"But you are identified as Annabelle Martins in your formal identification papers so that is what you shall be referred to in this court." Judge Andrews barked, opening a manila folder and flipping through some papers. "Mr. Hilldale?"

My lawyer stood and offered the evidence that we had: the real will and other documents that had my father's signatures on them for Andrews to use for verification purposes. Annabelle snorted and complained but there was nothing that she could do. The new will that she'd presented was invalidated and the bank accounts were ordered frozen and transferred to me. His order included the CDs and various other financial documents and items that had been left to me. John Eddies was there from the bank with his own documents and everything was handled quickly.

The house was next and my lawyer accepted two sets of keys from both Annabelle and Ryan and made a great presentation of returning them to me. My stepmother's face grew red with anger and she sputtered curses to her lawyer who just shrugged. When my lawyer presented video from the storage place that showed her clubbing me while Ryan pulled me inside the room, the bailiffs moved forward and handcuffed her on fraud and assault charges. Ryan was next, led from the courtroom on charges of assault and finally, there was silence.

I wanted to share the victory with Alisa but she'd been called in to take a pair of flights to Atlanta and back and wouldn't be home until six. "So, what are you going to do now?"

I smiled at John. "If you can give me a loan, I'll head home and make this a fairy tale ending."

He put his arm around my shoulder with a grin. "How much do you need?" 



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 17



I was nervous as hell when I heard the door squeak open. She was home. I wiped my hands on the dish towel and came around the corner, smiling as she dragged her bag in behind her. 

"Welcome home." I took her bag and gave her a soft kiss, shivering when her arms went around me. For a few seconds, we forgot about time and enjoyed the warmth of each other's mouths and the caresses of each other's tongues. I pulled myself away and pushed her bag under the entry table, then reached for her raincoat. "How was the flight?"

"Easy, boring and unbearable."

"Unbearable? Why?"

"You know why." She grinned, tugging a small purple envelope out of her pocket. "You were very sneaky ... "

"Never said I wasn't." I hung up her coat. "So, how do you like the house?"

I watched her size up the entry way and glance into the front room. "Looks very nice. How about a tour?"

"Thought you'd never ask." There was another fifteen minutes remaining until the Cornish hens were done so I poured us glasses of Woodbridge chardonnay and gave her the grand tour. The front sitting room, Mom's parlor, the dining room and den, the kitchen and the mudroom in the back. Up the stairs and we waltzed through the master bedroom and its bathroom, my bedroom, another bathroom and the screened-in balcony.

"It's beautiful, Tawnya."

"And it's all ours." I grabbed her hand, weaving our fingers together. "Come on. Dinner's ready."

Dinner was great. Between bottles of wine, we ate garlic-roasted Cornish hen, pecan wild rice with mango ribbons and butter-basted white creamer potatoes and finished with cinnamon praline ice cream. For the first time, Alisa opened up to me, telling me about her lonely childhood and her climb up the ladder. If I hadn't already fallen in love with her, I was definitely there after learning more about her. She was interesting as well as vulnerable, beautiful as well as flawed and I was hooked even more.

"Ready for a bath?"

I ran a bath for her and prepared the rest of the night's activities as she luxuriated in the perfumed water. Thirty-five minutes later, I heard the drain gurgle and knew she was getting out of the tub. Now, it was time to fulfill her fantasy. Time to make her mine.

When she opened the door to our bedroom, I was waiting, seated on a single chair and dressed in the style of tuxedo that Marlene Dietrich had posed for in a still for Morocco. I took a drag from the holder, tapping ash from the cigarette and leaning forward.

"Miss Gudmundsdottir?"

She stood staring at me for a moment before she dropped into the role. "Yes?"

"I understand you have a special request for me." I stood, tossing the top hat aside and unbuttoning my suit jacket. "A request that only I can fill?"

"Yes." She whispered, seeming to be mesmerized by my costume. "You see, I'm a virgin and I promised myself that if I met someone that I would want to be with for the rest of my life, I'd let that woman have my cherry."

"And that woman is me?"

"Yes," Her voice was soft. "That woman is you."

I advanced on her until she bumped into the door, looking frightened as if I was going to eat her alive. I took her hand and forced her palm onto my crotch, watching her innocent eyes widen as she felt the hard rubber cock that rested beneath the pinstriped polyester. I moved close, inhaling the faint scent of strawberries on her heat-pinkened skin. "Are you sure that's what you want? I won't take no for an answer."

"I-I'm sure." 

The breath caught in her throat as I ripped the towel away from her luscious body. "Good, because my cock's pretty hungry." I put my hands on her shoulders and gently forced her to her knees. "Why don't you give it a little suck?"

"No." Her eyes burned as we fell into the script we'd planned. "I've changed my mind. I don't want it."

"I told you that I wouldn't take no for an answer." I reached between us and pinched her nipple, loving the breathless whimper that escaped from her soft mouth. "Now, get down on your knees and suck me."

She struggled for a moment before lowering herself. I unzipped my pants and reached in, slowly pulling the thick, black cock out and smacking her cheeks with it. She kept her lips pinched shut until I rubbed the fat head along the seam of her mouth and slid it inside her mouth, moaning and shivering at the same time. The one end of the double-sided cock was deeply embedded in my pussy and her tugging made it bump against my clit. She took to sucking it as if it was a real man's penis and in no time at all, I was cumming, squeezing her shoulders as my pussy flexed around the plastic pole.

Her eyes met mine and that slight smirk that I so loved touched one corner of her mouth. "That was good." I pulled her to her feet and shoved her toward the bed. "Why don't we get down to business?" 



Captain Of Her Heart Ch. 18



I undid the buttons on my silk shirt as I strode toward the bed, my eyes locked onto Alisa as she crawled backward, feigning fear at my approach. The shirt floated to the floor and I leaned over her, rubbing a nipple against her lips until her tongue snaked out and licked it into hardness. I moved down and caught her mouth, taking her breath away with a passionate kiss before pushing her onto her back. Her fat pink nipples demanded my attention and I took each in my mouth in turn, laving them into hardness before I continued across her quivering belly.

At first, she fought against me, keeping her legs closed but a finger shoved into the crack and circling over her clit made them quickly open. I burrowed into her moist snatch, letting my tongue discover the secrets of her hidden cleft. She whimpered, her body trembling as I casually ate her like the chocolate pudding she'd used on me. I butted my nose against her clit while pushing my tongue into her cunt and was rewarded with a burst of cream that flowed into my mouth like honey.

She grabbed for one of my breasts as I moved over her but I shifted out of her reach, gracing her with a knowing smile. I knew that she was still enjoying the aftershocks of cumming but I wasn't going to let her off so easy. I pushed her onto her back, lined the cock up with her slippery hole and bent close, murmuring in her ear. "Trust me."

I tried to be as gentle as possible although she wanted to be taken roughly. A sharp and short shriek issued from her and her body stiffened like a board, her eyes squeezed shut. I had warned her about the pain and had told her to trust me but her body said something different. I set about calming her, using my hands to caress every inch that I could touch until she was responding to my touch with moans and shivers.

Adjusting my position, I pulled out and slid into her, watching the play of lust on her face as her body stretched to accommodate the dildo. She arched underneath me with each slow stroke, her teeth gritted and her eyes closed. I kept the strokes unhurried, pumping harder into her creamy quim and smacking our bodies together. Each strike brought me closer to cumming but I kept thrusting into her, increasing the speed when she met my eyes and pulled my mouth down.

The fantasy stopped there and reality set in. Her legs raised around my body, her hips tilting so that I slid deeper into her. I came again, sucking her tongue into my mouth as we rocked together. Her breasts slapped against mine and she released my mouth, sliding her hands up to pull on my nipples and I came a third time. My release triggered hers and she vibrated beneath me, gasping as she creamed the dildo. I wished that my mouth had been there to collect it but I smiled, watching her come the first time from being penetrated and shivering at the dreamy smile she gave me.

From that moment on, I knew that we would be one, that we would always be together. We both worked for the airline for another two years until Alisa left to work for a private corporate agency. It worked out very well for her. She made a significantly higher amount of money and worked less hours so she was very happy. She wanted me to work with her but I wasn't interested. At this point, I was still trying to overcome the instability that had been my life months earlier and was finding it hard to believe that there was nothing horrible coming around the corner. 

On our second anniversary, I treated her to a homemade dinner, which was something I did every day, but this evening, I chose lobster and Florida grouper, braising them in lemon, basil, garlic, butter and a dash of coconut rum, then serving them with a corn risotto and Caesar salad. We finished with chilled shots of amaretto and lounged in front of the fireplace, kissing and hugging like an old married couple.

"Alisa?" I fished the small dark blue box out from under the couch cushion where I'd hidden it earlier and held it, smiling at her. "I'm not really much of a speech maker but I love you very much. You've taken my heart to places that I'd never imagine going and I can't see spending my life with anyone other than you. Would you let me be your husband?"

Alisa sat up, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she took the solid gold band and slipped it on her finger, admiring the diamonds inlaid into the brilliant metal. "Yes, Tawnya, but why me?"

"Because you're my captain, the captain of my heart." I whispered, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as we pulled apart. "I can't pilot my life without you." She laid her head against my chest and we remained that way for a long time, staring into the beauty of the flames. "I love you."

She shushed me, snuggling closer. "Quiet or you'll jinx it!"