After Daddy Had Tortured Us

The Best Night Ever

Abigail POV

"Lub-dub! lub-dub," my heart was palpitating wildly. Huh.... I'm... I was just.—why the heck was I stammering?

"Relax Abby, Is not what you're thinking. I heard the noise, so I had to rush out of the shower like this.

This was so embarrassing, I completely over thought the whole thing. How could I forget Fredrick made it clear years ago that nothing was ever going to happen between us, I wasn't his type. I wasn't a rich blonde model like Tracy or the other girls.

I couldn't even look he in the eyes. I just wanted to disappear.

"You did a great job with this video. That was so thoughtful of you. You should stay and watch it with me." He offered.

I would, but I had to make sure Audrey sleeps early. Tomorrow is her first day, and I don't want it ruined. I said, trying to escape.

Well, you might want to read this then, I found it stuck between the door. He said, handing me a note that read;

"Hey, Mom, you were taking too long in coming, so I am off to bed. Tomorrow is my big day, and I don't want to jeopardize it. I'm going to bed earlier so I can wake up early. Love you... nighty- night Mom!"

"So shall we?" He asked, but seeing my expression, he added,

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable. See, I'm putting on something less tempting."

"Honestly, I thought you too had forgotten him. I'm glad to know that you still remember Trevor."

"Even in a million years, I would never forget my Superman.

Do you remember that Halloween when he insisted you dress up as Captain Man while he dressed like kid danger? You were hilarious!" I said with a chuckle.

Hahaha, oh, yeah, that's one of the memories that still cracks me up. My son was a great kid.

We went on and on sharing our memories of him, I was so caught up in it that I can't tell who initiated the first kiss nor how I ended up under him, all I know is I was ablaze"

"Do you really want this?" He asked. pulling me up so we were face-to-face again.

You nimrod! Who asks such a question in the middle of this? While I was still arguing to myself, my big head was nodding, and my eyes were dancing. "Yes, yes!"

He nuzzled against me, fondling my breast, his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe, where I'd always been ticklish. "Ooh," I whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh," I sighed as he worked his fingers against my g-area. . . and then I forgot, I forgot about everything the hassle, the prison, my career and personality that he had destroyed, and all the tears I shed when I had to be separated from my daughter. I forgot it all and lost myself inside of this pleasure.

He, chuckled, watching me squeezed my eyes shut as I clamped my thighs against his waist and snapped my hips up, once, twice, three times before I froze, all the muscles in my thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering. I guess he could feel my contact against his fingers as he slid them into me.

Before I could recover, he slipped inside me but after the first thrust he held still knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, and the heat, he would explode. He knew that he wanted more of this pleasure... so he allowed me to come instead. He'd never given me reasons, but I knew we had a connection.

The moment I stood up to go to the bathroom minutes after the fun, I collapsed because the muscles in my lower body had all been weakened. This was so humiliating that I went under the covers and vowed not to come out.

"Can I help?" He asked.

No, you can't, "I responded immediately. Well, probably it wasn't a question because the sheets came off, and I was lifted in his muscular arms, with my hands wrapped around his neck and my head against his chest he carried and laid me in the hot tub. He knelt beside the tub, bathing me. This felt so damn good. The almighty Fredrick Watson was taking care of me. This was a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

"Why not join in? It's really awesome," I persuaded.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to spoil your fun."

I'm sure about it, but just so we're clear, it's just to bathe, okay?

"Well, I didn't know that something other than bathing does happen in a bathtub. But now that you've mentioned it, can we do an experiment?"

One thing that I learned about him tonight is that his questions are always statements.

So we did it again in the hot tub, but unlike the bed, this was an exploration mission, and we did real crazy and dirty stuff to each other.

"Fredrick, thank you for the bath," I said as he laid me back on the bed.

"You don't need to thank me. It's like washing your own plates after eating. I just didn't know that you were this— "ha-ha"

He started guffawing and giggling.

Oh, yeah, I'm a weakling? You know, maybe if you hadn't wolf down your food in such a manner, the plates couldn't get that messy in the first place.

"Alright, but in my defense, I was only doing a perfect job," he said and burst into laughter again.

And in mine, any woman would have a shaking leg if they were devoured in such way, you were like a werewolf mating for the first time, you kept—

"In case you didn't notice," he cut in:

"You were the one moaning with pleasure and squirming with delight. You wanted it rough and hot." He taunt.

This was truly a day in heaven for me. All of my fantasies were unfolding.

"What? Cat catch your tongue?" He taunt again.

Fredrick, you need to know something about Audrey, "I said in a very serious tone, catching his full attention. This might upset you but— He placed a finger on my lips and whispered,

"Let's talk about it later today. Your muscles need healing, and we have just 3 hours to the breaking of Audrey's most anticipated day. You can't afford to screw up."

"Trevor! Trevor.... I was awakened by this call from his dream. Trevor, if you're in there, please tell Daddy to love me back," I whispered and gave him a peck before running down to prepare Audrey for school.

By the time I entered her room, she was kneeling and praying all dressed up in her bee's like uniform. Amen, I said at the end of the prayer.

Good morning, sweetie. I'm sorry I overslept,

"Hmm, I bet you did, except not in your own bed. Anyway, that's not a big deal. You're an adult, so as long as it is conscientious, it's fine by me."

Sweetie, I'm sorry, please don't be angry.

"Mom, I'm too sad to be angry. I thought you said Dad was the love of your life? How could you replace him so soon?"

Sweetie, I love him and will always do. Last night, Mr Watson was just so sad, and he needed a friend.

So, you slept over because you felt pity for him, right?

"Hmm, sort... of," I stuttered, I was just glad that Fredrick wasn't here to hear this crap.

Today, when you returned, you will meet a mind-blowing surprise. I promised her as I dropped her off at school.

I was still humming the song from the car as I hurried up to the room to continue from where we stopped. Finally, I could be vindicated.

"Miss Brown, the boss, said to give you your phone and this check. It's compensation for your service last night he did he enjoyed it," Sam said, handing me a blank check. I was shocked!

Well, Sam, take this back to "the boss" and tell him that it is on the house he shouldn't have to bother.