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The Illusion of Secrecy	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Thirteen Ghosts Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I spent that night at the group home, saying my goodbyes and packing. It was a long night and I got little sleep because of the girl I share a room with, little Jackie, crying and snuggling under my blankets as though if she hugged me hard enough I wouldn't leave her. As if I had a choice. The next day I crawled out of bed and dressed in a short skirt with the top half being black velvet and the bottom being silk resembling newspaper; I pull a black tank top over my head, the front reading 'Work like a Captain, play like a pirate', with black boots to match. Black seemed an appropriate color to wear on the day I was to leave the town I grew up in my whole life for some completely new and secluded spot.
Ben had made it clear earlier that Cyrus liked his privacy, that I was expected to ask how high when he says jump. "Do you have to go, Libby," Di asks over breakfast, picking at her waffles. "I mean, I could hide you in Erik's shop and no one would find out."
"Yeah, that would be great, but Cook's shop is the first place they'd look for me." My friend frowns, the hand not hold her fork wrapped tightly around one of my wrists. "Relax, I have the laptop my parents bought me before they died, I can still Skype you at night and let you know what's going on. Besides, I'll be eighteen next year and you can come kidnap me without worrying about lawyers and shit." She smirks at the mention of lawyers, biting her bottom lip.
"Mm, that lawyer of Cyrus's looks really nice." I chuckle, shaking my head and taking a sip of my orange juice. "Did you fuck him last night, I know how horny you get when you're wasted."
"I can't really remember, much past him dragging me out of the house. Hell, even court is a blur and I was beginning to sober up by then." Di nods, forking a strawberry and taking a small bite of it. I look down at my own plate in disgust, the brown sugar oatmeal and strawberries making me nauseous. "Anyway, the suit said I'd have cell signal and WiFi where I'm going so I can call when I need a friend and you can skip class some days and meet me at the mall." She shrugs, her grip on my wrist tightening and making me wince. "Ease up, you're gonna kill my wrist." When Diana doesn't say anything I follow her gaze over my shoulder; standing in the doorway of the dining room is Benjamin Moss, asshole galore. "Aw, fuck me."
"Elizabeth, it's time to leave." Di stands up so fast she knocks her chair over, pulling me forward into a bone crushing hug.
"Don't let Cyrus manipulate you, use your you-know-what if you have to," she whispers to me before releasing me. "Davey already put your bags by the front door, make stuffy over there haul 'em out for you." She gives me a small smile, walking over to Moss with a purpose in her stride that should make Moss afraid. With a sigh, I walk past the pair and to the front door, grabbing my backpack and computer bag; the other two bags Moss can carry out. His car is expensive and painted jet black, I throw my backpack in the opened trunk and gently place my computer bag in the back floorboard. If anything happened to my little Acer I'll raise some hell. I climb into the front, passenger's seat, waiting impatiently for the lawyer to come out.
When he finally did he looked like someone had just pissed in his Rice Crispies. Damn, Di must've really torn into his ass for him to look that mad. I wonder what she said to him; maybe that if he hurt a hair on my head he'd have to have surgery to remove her six inch heel from his ass. Heh, that's her favorite threat and she's used it on several people when it came to defending me. She's very protective of her friends and that's something I love about her—that and her great taste in clothes. He gets behind the wheel of the idling car and drives off, mumbling something under his breath. "Let me guess, Diana threatened your life in the most seductively sweet voice ever," I guess with a raised eyebrow.
"You guessed right." I smile, chewing on a stick of gum. The next few hours is spent in silence, not really awkward, but not comfortable either; suddenly Moss turns off onto a dirt road that leads to a clearing in the woods and puts the car in park. "Now, time for the rules." He cuts the ignition and turns to face me with a smirk. "Mister Kriticos expects you to act like a young woman should, no loud music, and no obnoxious sounds; if he tells you to do something, you do it without question. Treat him with respect or he'll beat the shit out of you with no hesitation; he doesn't like children, he never has." If he doesn't like kids, then why the hell did he adopt me? "You will work at my firm every Wednesday and Saturday, you will stay at my apartment those nights. And finally, I believe there is a gift for you in the backseat." Curious, I turn and find a medium sized gift bag resting on the seat, purple paper peeking out to cover up whatever's inside. "Open it, I think you'll like it—I know I did." That makes me nervous.
Inside is a sheer black corset with a lace overlay and matching panties; under those are thigh high black stockings with clips to connect them to the panties. "Holy mother of TARDIS, what the fuck is this?" Moss chuckles, taking the corset from me and holding it up as though to measure whether or not it would fit. "I'm not wearing that, you can forget it, you creep!" The only thing that stopped me from getting out of the car and running back to town is the tight grip Moss has in my hair, pulling me until I'm right beside him, pressed firmly into his side. His free hand lets go of the corset and moves to the lever under his seat to push it back and make room for him to haul me into his lap. "No," I scream, struggling as his other arm wraps around my waist and holds me in place.
"What's wrong, you were practically begging me to fuck you last night, sweetheart."
"I was drunk last night; I'm sober now, dickweed!" He chuckles, bringing his face closer to mine and placing a firm, demanding kiss on my mouth. I freeze, eyes wide, as he continues to kiss me, his tongue finding its way into my mouth and coaxing a reaction from me. Slowly I begin to relax against him, leaning into the kiss and giving him all I had. Moss groans as I grind my hips against him, pulling me closer to him. Pulling back for air, I give a throaty chuckle. "I didn't take you as a man that likes being on bottom." I rotate my hips again, a hiss escaping from between his clenched teeth. I put my hands on his shoulders, straddling his lap, and leaning forward to nip at the hollow of his neck—feeling his pulse jump.
"I suppose I'll have to make an exception this one time," he smiles, returning my bite with one of his own, soothing the sting with his tongue. With a moan, I lean into his attacking mouth, letting him leave red marks up and down my neck. If you wanna do this again you'll have to make another exception because I don't do bottom, buddy, I think with a smirk as I unbuckle his belt. "Impatient?" Laughing, I reach inside his boxers and pull out his hard, throbbing member.
"Is that for me?" He smirks, moving his hands up my legs and under my skirt, giving me a surprised yet appreciating look when he realizes I've gone commando. "Don't look so shocked, Mister Moss, I'm not as good as some would have you believe." He chuckles, inserting two fingers inside me and moving them at a tortuously slow pace. I let out a low growl, smacking his hands away and positioning myself over his erection. His hands go to my hips, the tight grip going to leave bruises later. "Can I get a please," I whisper, my lips right beside his ear. He doesn't respond with words as I thought he would, instead he slams my hips down, impaling me. I throw my head back with a shout, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to move me the way he likes. "God, you're bigger than most of the guys I've been with." I guess that's not saying much, but he reached a spot inside me that made everything gold.
I move my hips with his in the familiar, primal dance that everyone knows deep down, the pleasure growing and growing until I tumble over the edge into an abyss I've never experienced before. Moss thrust a couple of more times before joining me. "Jesus," he breathes, resting his head on top of mine as I rest mine on his chest. I nod, trying to catch my breath. "We're definitely doing this again." I give him a goofy smile, moving to sit next to him. He leans over me to open the glove compartment, pulling out a box of baby wipes for us to use to clean ourselves up. "It will be dinner time by the time we make it there, I hope you packed a nice dress to wear." I did, actually, but now I'm starting to wonder why I ever bought the damn thing.
/*/Arriving at the new House/*/
The house we stop in front of is probably the strangest I've ever seen; the walls are made of glass and the pillars supporting it all are metal beams. It has an unfinished look to it that I could come to like quickly enough—the architecture is certainly different, that's for sure! Ben smirks at my gobsmacked expression, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. He seems like a very physical person, always finding some reason to touch me. I don't mind, but it's kind of weird at times since I'm used to men ignoring me. "I take it from your expression that you approve," Ben asks, cutting off the ignition and putting his keys in his jacket pocket.
"Approve is a big understatement," I nod, grabbing my computer bag and exiting the car. Ben pops the trunk and I grab my other bags, slamming the trunk shut again; we both walking up the path to the front door, sliding glass panels that automatically close behind us. That's gonna take some getting used to. Cyrus stands in the living room, reading over a piece of old parchment until he notices us, then he puts it back in a glass case, carefully putting the lid on it to guard the artifacts inside. "Mister Kriticos," I greet stiffly. Cyrus nods, taking in Ben's and my ruffled appearance with ease, as though he expected nothing else. "Um, Mister Moss said that I need to change for dinner..." I trail off as I notice Cyrus's attention being drawn elsewhere.
"Show her to her room, Ben, I'm sure you can find something there to occupy your time until our dinner arrives," he says, wondering off. Ben scowls, gesturing for me to follow him out of the room and up a set of stairs.
"You're not allowed in the basement unless Cyrus says otherwise." I shrug, following him into a large room, decorated opulently in silk wall hangings and a Chinese divider separating the bedroom and the connecting bathroom. The bed dominates the room, sitting on a slightly raised dais with red satin covers and gold pillows. I grin, setting my bags down on a desk, running up the stairs of the dais, and jump up on the bed with a squeal. This room is amazing! Ben leans against a wall with his arms and ankles crossed, watching me in amusement. Across from my bed are a couple of glass shelves for my books and against the wall Ben's leaning on is a large, oak desk the wire baskets stacked on top of each other so I could organize papers. I could set up my laptop there and stuff some of my binders in the drawers. On the opposite wall is a wardrobe for my tops, dresses, and shoes; beside that is a dresser for my other clothing. "How about a shower before we're called down to dinner?" Ben has a devious smile and I can easily guess that the shower wouldn't be the normal type.
I smile back, walking towards the bathroom and undressing as I went. The bathroom is as large as the bedroom, the mirror above the sink set into the wall; on the cabinet the sink is set into are different bottles of perfume and containers of makeup. The bathtub is a bath/shower combo and big enough to fit two people, as Ben and I quickly found out. He starts the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies and turning my skin a pale shade of pink. "Your body is so nice to look at," I breathe, running my hands down his bare chest and then back up to rest on his shoulders.
"Your's is pretty nice to look at, too." He covers my lips with his in a gentler kiss than earlier, trying to save time. He tastes nice, like the Red Hot gum I was chewing earlier. Wait a second...I trace his bottom lip with my tongue, groaning when he parts his lips and allows my tongue inside. It doesn't take me long to find out why he tastes like my gum when I find it in the back corner of his mouth, I swipe it back and pull away from him with raised eyebrows. "You can't blame me for wanting a souvenir, can you?" I remain silent, blowing a bubble; he leans forward and pops the bubble with his teeth, keeping some of the gum in his mouth. "There, now we both have some."
"Shut up and help me wash," I laugh, lightly smacking his chest before grabbing the body wash off the small shelf in the wall. He picks up a loofah, holding it while I drizzled the wash on in and then rubbing it along my spine, making me shiver.
/*/Dinner With Daddy/*/
"Wow..."
"Shut up," I snap, zipping my dress up with a scowl. It's an old fashioned number—Pale blue in color with pink roses and white polka-dots placed at random, the collared neckline is modest and has a small, white bow on the left side of it; the dress stops a few inches below my knees and the pink roses match the color of the flats I'm wearing. Pulling the whole outfit together is my necklace, a circle formed by two, silver dragon's tails and their heads form a heart; behind that is a purple galaxy. Normally it would hang between my breasts because of the tight clothing I wore, but right now it lays flat against the dress. "To be fair, Davey picked this out when he thought your boss was gonna come visit a few months ago."
"Ah, yes, and that man can barely dress himself." I nod, letting him lead me through the halls to the dining room where Cyrus was just setting down a couple of bags of Chinese take-out. He looks up at Ben and me boredly, dark eyes glancing at my neck. I quickly cover any marks Ben might have left with my hair, the blond curls hiding them easily. "Cyrus, no need for the cold shoulder, talk to the girl." We sit at the long wooden table, the pristine white tablecloth hiding the hand Ben places on my thigh. Cyrus clears his throat, sliding a white take out box to me and pulling out his own.
"I know about your ability." Well, that's certainly not the way normal people start conversations. Noticing the look on my face, Cyrus continues," I've been watching you for the past six months, I know that you are telekinetic, and that you try hard to hide that. I've seen you move cars before, so don't bother lying to me." I sit there and stare at the man with wide eyes and an open mouth. Only Diana and Davey knew about what I could do, so how could he find out so easily? "You're not exactly discreet when you're angry; just last month after a nasty confrontation with a man who tried to rape you, you threw him across a parking lot without ever laying a finger on him." Well I'll be damned.
"Um," I stutter, swallowing around the lump building in my throat," I can explain...?" Ben chuckles, squeezing my thigh reassuringly. "It's from my mom's side of the family, it skips every other generation and so I got it, but my mom didn't. She hated that she couldn't move things and my dad hated that I could. I was only two when we found out; I threw a nasty tantrum in a Target and the shopping cart next to us skidded away; my parents might have thought it to be the wind, except we were inside the store at the time." Cyrus nods, pressing the tips of his fingers together and using them to support his chin as I continue to talk. I don't know why I did it, just to get it all off my chest, I guess. "When I was seven my parents and I were driving to our family's cabin; I would be studied there by my dad's uncle. I hated it, all the poking and prodding despite my pleas for my mom and dad to help me. They just stood and watched as my uncle wore me out time and again. That day was different, halfway there I reached my breaking point and I flipped the car with all of us in it. Mom and Dad didn't make it."
There's no remorse in my voice as I tell the story, I felt nothing towards my family except a burning hatred. "That's quite enough, Elizabeth." It's only then I realized that the table was shaking violently, like an earthquake was trying to tear it apart. I close my eyes and take deep breaths to calm down, the table eventually going still again. Cyrus looks at me with approval, as though I had just passed some kind of important test that he had placed before me. "Eat your dinner and then get some rest, we have a busy week ahead of us."

My nightgown stops mid-thigh, made of black silk and hugged my curves while making what little boobs I had look more enticing. Ben seems to like it, though it didn't stay on me long once he came to bed. I could get used to this; a man to have sex amazing sex with whenever I want, a father that doesn't care what I do, and a credit card with my name on it. What else could a woman like me ask for?
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