Chapter 68: A Relaxing Weekend at the Castle

It changed when Pavel whispered “Count, we’re being followed.”

I knew better than to look around and he murmured... “Two o’clock, a couple and one single man. They change their position occasionally, but I’ve been watching them now for a while. What do you want to do?”

It was getting late, and I had enough of walking around.

“We’ll go back to the hotel.”

Andrei was waiting for us, happy with his new toy.

“Count, it was expensive but it’s a hundred times faster than the one I have. Now we’re in business.”

We went up to our suite and before we said anything, Pavel swept the rooms. Again there were two listening devices and a micro camera hidden in the main room. He beckoned me to the bathroom, turned on the faucets, letting the water run at full force, and asked me, “What do you want to do? Let them stay active and try some misinformation, or take them out?”

I told him to remove the devices; after all, they knew that we were security conscious and protected by a professional. Jenny decided that she wanted to go back to Elk after getting the information from Kroll; there we could relax and prepare our confrontation with the PM. Pavel was instructed to have the jet waiting for us at the airport, and we parted; Andrei to set up the pen drive with the information we had up to now, Pavel would take Catarina out for dinner (and perhaps some more action as the night developed), and we would stay in the suite and call Maureen.

The call to Australia was long and sweet; I told her what had happened and what we had planned, and I had to promise that I would be very careful. Thank God we had obtained an encrypted cellular phone when we arrived in Europe, and we could talk about almost everything (with the obvious restrictions, of course). Then Jenny took over.

“Darling, I know that this is not a game, but it’s still exciting. Pavel is taking care of us, and I’ve offered him a job as Head of Security for our operations in Europe. He’s good, Maureen - actually, he is far better than good, and we’ll be satisfied to have him later in the company. You should see him with Catarina, however ... He’s smitten, and it’s so sweet to see him with her. He reminds me a bit of you and me looking at James - hopelessly lost!”

They went on and on and judging from the part I heard, a significant share was discussing me - what I had said, how I had dressed (I seemed to need new clothes), how I had handled Pavel (well, a new convert to the de Winter scene), how she had drawn Catarina out (she was pretty but needed to get her hair done), that we were going back to the Castle the next day, and that Andrei adored her.

At last she looked at me and said in a different, more serious voice, “Yes, Maureen, I remember, and I’ll keep my promise. I swear on my life!”

She handed me the phone, we exchanged some sweet lovers’ promises, and then said goodbye.

Since Mr. Simik had called and apologized that he couldn’t make it for dinner, Jenny called room service and we had a light supper, and then went to bed. Catarina had sent up nice flowers in a beautiful Bohemian crystal vase, and soft classical music was playing in the background. When I came back from the bathroom, she was waiting for me, lying nude on the bed, her arms above her head pulling her breast upwards, her long black hair spread on the white pillow, her legs slightly open promising me unrestricted access to her paradise, and best of all, smiling at me. Smiling as only she could - happy, excited, cheerful, eager to give and to receive, and trusting me with her love.

Lying beside her, I accepted her offer and started to cherish her with all my heart and love. I slowly kissed my way from her glossy hair to her eyes and then to her lips (where I stayed for a while), glided down to her firm and proud breasts (where I stayed longer) and when I finally arrived at her wet pussy, she was ready to make love. She smiled, reached down to grasp my shaft, and stroked it gently. It was wonderful to feel her close to me, to look into her loving eyes, and to know that we would be making love, not having sex. Well, that also, but principally we would love. I moved closer with my lips and flicked my tongue over her labia, gently kindling her outer lips and asking her clit to arise. I lingered there, exploring, teasing, probing, and never stopping to prove my love to her. Her womanly scent became stronger, a faint smell of lemon and sweetness, and when I pushed my tongue into her, she shuddered with pleasure.

“My love, please don’t tease me tonight. I want you so much!”

Suddenly she decided that she wanted to be on top. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me; looking down, she took my penis and centered it on her inviting pussy.

She pulled my hands up to her breasts and closed her eyes. “Do you remember the first time we made love? The message ‘Open the gift gently? I want to be opened again, my love.”

She sank down on my shaft, her face showing all the emotions she experienced when she was slowly filled up. Excitement, happiness, content, joy, but principally love and desire to give herself and to be taken by her man. It was wonderful to look at her, and all I could do was to show her my love too. It was easy, since her fluids had started to come out in abundance, and I felt her moving in little circles, massaging my stiff shaft. She felt like steely velvet, at once soft and caring, but also demanding and strong. She had opened her eyes again and glancing up into her shining eyes, I knew that the night to come would be wonderful. Her scent was filling my mind, sweet and arousing. She touched herself, shivering and I repeated her moves, trying to synchronize with her. I felt her squeezing me with her inside muscles and it was like a furnace, hot and moist. We started to move faster, and she tightened her muscles around my shaft, pushing up and moving back. Her body tensed, her gasps became moans, and her face was all scrunched up.

“James, I love you! Take me! Take me NOW!” She stifled a scream and fell forward, hugging me with all her force.

“Oh my God! My love, that was wonderful! Not gentle, but very, very satisfying!”

We calmed down and I felt myself slipping out of her. She was disappointed and looked down at the mess we had made.

“Well, George, that was nice - no, it was wonderful, but you didn’t come. What happened? Getting old?”

George was furious; he had done everything she wanted and now he was accused of old age, or lack of desire? How to answer - be an alpha or go to sleep? I could never resist a challenge and was going to prove who the man of the house was, and what he could do. Hah! Lord and Master! She saw my reaction and grinned. “Let me help poor George to recover.” She surrounded my penis with her soft lips, teasing the tip, sucking the shaft, stroking it gently with her hand, and then inhaling it deep into her mouth. It was effective, I had to admit, and it was stiff and demanding again.

“That’s the George I know, my love. Please take me now, and this time show me who my master is. Take me and let yourself go; tomorrow I want to feel that I’ve been taken by my man!”

She moved aside on her back and opened her legs wide, inviting me to come in and have her.

This invitation I could not resist and in one firm move, I was sliding into her, possessing her as mine. Her pussy was tight around my shaft, inviting me in and not wanting to let me go. I obeyed her wish and with every stroke I went deeper, touching her cervix at the end. Her legs were around my hips, pulling me down into her, and her feet were crossed over my ass, giving her the force to hold me tight. It was too much for me; one more forceful stroke and I exploded, and it seemed that she had been waiting for me, jumping down the wave with me. I embraced her. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“James, my love, every time we make love, it is the same and every time it’s different. It leads me to happiness and joy, but the path is always different. You play me like a violin, knowing where to touch me, how to touch me, and how to make me incredibly happy!”

She snuggled into me. “James, now I want to be loved, gently and tenderly. Please?”

She lifted me back over her and invited me in. We looked at each other as we were making love, falling into each other’s eyes, giving and receiving. This was the part that united us forever, bonding and joining.

She kissed me at the end, offering her breasts for our tender ritual, found her position against my body, and fell asleep.

Suddenly she sat up. “What was that conversation between you and Pavel about priorities? He is handling security - was this about our protection? Your protection? Mine? I want to know!”

I had wanted to avoid that conversation, but I had to respond to a direct question, and we had promised each other that we would never lie.

“I told Pavel that if there ever was any question of whom to protect, you would be his first priority. I told him that I can handle myself.”

Now she was angry - all tenderness had vanished.

“How can you do this? He either protects both of us or I fire him tomorrow morning!”

I tried to embrace her, but she resisted my attempt.

“No, James, this is serious. You know that I cannot live without you - if something happened to you, I’d die. It’s as simple as this.”

I reminded her about the children, and she started to cry.

“You know that I love our children, but if something happened to me, Maureen would care for them. Just put it into your stubborn mind, that I’ll be at your side, now and forever. And in any case, I promised...” she stopped.

“What did you promise and to whom, Jenny? Remember that I told you something that I wanted to keep to myself, but when you asked, I didn’t lie!”

She hesitated, but regarding me for a long time and seeing that I would wait forever for her answer, she mumbled, “When we left Sydney, Maureen asked me something, and I promised.”

Silence, and I continued to wait. “She asked me to protect you with my life, and I promised that before anything happened to you, I would step in front of you and protect you with my life.”

Now I was angry.

“How can Maureen be so stupid and demand this of you? And how can you be so stupid and promise it? It is my responsibility to protect you, not the other way around!”

Her anger flared up.

“How can you be so stupid to think this, or worse, say it? Remember what I said when I gave myself to you the first time? That I was yours forever? And that I would protect you with my life? And now you want to deny this to me? Who do you think I am? A little woman that has to be protected? Think again, James!”

Before she could go on, I took her hand.

“Jenny, I remember well what you said. Do you remember also what I said? That I would protect you at whatever cost? Do you want to deny this to me?”

We stared at each other, and slowly I saw the anger vanish from her eyes.

“I cannot live without you, James, and you know this. I prefer to die knowing that you will care for our children and Maureen, than to live on my own without you. I’d die, my love!”

She started to cry and finally I managed to take her in my arms, but it hurt me to hear her heartfelt sobbing.

“Jenny love, let’s think about the situation. You are right in reminding me that you promised to protect me at all times; you were wrong, however, to promise this to Maureen without thinking about me. What would I do with my life if anything happened to you through my inaction? How could I live?”

She glanced up, still sobbing. “But I want to live with you, not alone!” and now she really started to cry. I waited for her to relax, holding her in my arms, and kissing her lightly on her hair. Then she looked up and I kissed her tears away.

“Darling, let’s discuss this like adults. First - we will finish this without major problems - improbable, but possible. No harm was done and we’ll live happily ever after. Second - there will be threats and danger, but between Pavel and us we’ll handle it. Again, no harm is done. Third - they’ll get serious and try to harm us. Jenny, what will happen then? First, they’ll have to go through Pavel and that will be difficult. But let’s assume they manage that and come directly onto us. My love, what will I do when I’m afraid that you can be hurt? Remember that we’re in Poland and you’ve heard them saying what they think about women. If you step before me in a situation like this, you’ll be just thrust aside, and I’ll not be able to protect us. I want you to be at my side and my back - it’s me they want, and I need the freedom to handle it as I think best. If you have my back, I know where you are, that I don’t have to worry about my back, and I’ll resolve the problem. Do you understand this, darling?”

She sniffled but nodded.

“Darling, I promise to be very careful, and we have a good guy supporting us. But let me say this - if we handle this right, we don’t face any danger!”

I crossed my fingers hoping that I was right. I wiped the last tears off her face and kissed her.

“Let’s think about other things. Can you think of any?”

A smile appeared, and she nodded again. “A lot of things, my love. Perhaps we can start with what is foremost on my mind right now?”

I kissed her again and she pushed me back onto our bed.