Blair Cramer Manning snuggled down into the plush pillows propped against the headboard and sipped her wine. With wicked glee, she reread the headline splashed across the front page of the trashy tabloid newspaper she’d picked up yesterday morning. BUCHANAN HEIR AND HUSBAND OF RICH SOCIETY MATRON CAUGHT IN KINKY TRYST. Beneath the headline, in glorious color, was a shocking picture of Max and Ben, their nude bodies artfully arranged around each other in a lewd display. Even the keenest eye wouldn’t be able to tell that both men had been drugged. No, the picture very clearly depicted two lovers in a deep, sated sleep following a night of wild lovemaking.
For just a moment, Blair felt a small sense of remorse at having to use Ben. He had been nothing but kind to her since they’d first met. But the best way to get back at Queen Victoria had been through the young, studly husband that she so coveted. Now all of Llanview, including her society maven friends, were laughing at her behind her back and her trust in her new husband was firmly shattered. Proper penance for Viki’s approval of Todd and Tea’s sick marriage and the way they’d used it to snatch her baby away from her.
And now Max knew how she’d felt all those months ago when he’d drugged her and arranged for Todd to find them in bed together. But who would have thought she’d be able to kill three birds with one stone? Blair had planned a separate and very ugly scheme to repay Gabrielle for having the nerve to try and go up against her. But after learning of Max’s ‘affair’, Gabby had gone absolutely mad and had shot her current lover in the chest. With a sigh, Blair picked up her copy of the Sun and read about Max’s shooting. Too bad he would survive yet again. But his pain and suffering on top of his public humiliation was a fitting revenge.
“You still reading that?”
Blair looked up to find Todd standing over her, his expression curious as he examined his lovely wife. She knew he suspected her of instigating the whole sordid incident and it had to be killing him that he hadn’t been in on it. “I know you hate Max, but you’ve been way too into this thing.”
“I’m still in shock.” Blair replied, properly bewildered. “Who would’ve thought that Ben and Max of all people…tsk, tsk. And poor Gabrielle. Well, she’s facing some serious prison time.”
Todd smirked. “Yeah, I can see you’re all broken up about it.”
Mmm…he looked delicious in the wife beater he was wearing, but Todd had been a bad boy too. There would be plenty of time to wear her husband out after he received his punishment. “How is Viki?”
“She’s a mess.” Todd picked up the tabloid and scanned the front page. “I don’t know if Sis will recover from this one. You know, circulation figures for the Sun have gone through the roof. Would’ve made a killing yesterday if we’d done the story on Max and Ben’s red hot love affair.”
“Sweetie, I told you.” Blair ran her hand down his arm. “If you want to compete with the Banner, you have got to distance the Sun from these kinds of gutter news stories.”
“I know. You’re right. But when I think about all that missed revenue…”
“Well, honey, why don’t you just buy this tabloid? You could make a mint off of the shocking stories everyone likes to read and retain the Sun’s serious, hard-hitting edge.”
Todd’s eyebrow shot up with interest. “You are a fucking genius, Blair. I’ll have my people get in contact with the owners of this rag and make them an offer they can’t refuse.”
“You do that, honey. Before you do, could you check on the kids and get me a bowl of ice cream?”
“I already looked in on them; they’re both passed out.”
“Then just the ice cream please. Vanilla.”
“Want me to bring you some apple butter and bananas to go with it?” Todd asked hopefully.
Blair feigned ignorance at his suggestion. “Nope. Just the ice cream.”
She suppressed a giggle as he gave her a disappointed look and exited the bedroom. While she was in this vengeful mood, she may as well include her husband. Because she loved him and he was the father of her children, she couldn’t very well be as evil to him as she had been to the others, even though he’d had her destruction on his mind when he’d thought she was carrying Max’s child. A few more weeks without the sex he now craved and she would have Todd eating out of her hand. She was running out of excuses to put him off, though. Prolonged periods, painful cramps, and delicate female problems had run their course. Maybe tonight she could simply ‘fall asleep’ before he rolled over and slipped his hand in her panties like he usually did. It was getting harder and harder to resist him, but she would train that man if it killed her.
Picking up the tabloid again, Blair started reading where she had left off, snickering softly at each bawdy, overblown detail of Ben and Max’s love. What a wonderful, priceless memory this would be for her in the years to come. She’d been a busy, busy girl over the past few months and finally, all her hard work had paid off. The black and white print began to blur as Blair fondly remembered how she’d paid back each and every person who had wronged her.
Ah revenge, sweet revenge…two down, four to go...
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Grimacing at the tightness of the wig she wore, Blair pushed a strand of auburn hair from her eyes as she tapped her foot impatiently. She glanced at her watch again, cursing under her breath because her lunch date was now almost an hour late.
“Plus de café, manque?”
Blair glanced up at the gorgeous waiter, his beautiful brown eyes openly admiring her. Her French was rusty, but after searching her brain for a moment, she was finally able to decipher his words. “Yes, I’d love another cup.”
In actuality, Blair was all coffeed out, but she needed something to do while she waited for Michél to show up. She was anxious to exact this portion of her revenge and head back to the states before Todd discovered she and the children were actually in Paris instead of visiting Dorian in London. She would love to be able to savor this moment. It would be her biggest, not to mention the most expensive, of her triumphs. The divorce settlement she’d received from Max had come in very handy. If Todd had discovered such huge amounts missing from their bank account, he’d be immediately suspicious. Despite the exorbitant amount of this scheme, however, fronting money for the phony investment firm, Michél's wardrobe, the elegant home in the countryside, it was all going to be so very worth it.
“On-jee-luh.” A deep, sophisticated voice reached her ears and Blair turned to see Michél striding towards her. The envious eyes of most of the female coffee shop patrons followed him as the tall, Adonis-like hunk strode towards Blair, took her hand, and kissed it lightly. “Mlle On-jee-luh, vous semblez magnifique. I am so sorry to keep you waiting.”
“It's fine.” Blair was gracious as her dark-haired companion took a seat. The waiter reappeared and placed a steaming cup of coffee before her, then took Michél's order. As he turned away, Michél's eyes lingered on his backside and Blair couldn't help but smirk. “Careful, Michael.”
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” Michael whispered excitedly as he leaned forward, the deep French baritone dropped in favor of a smooth, very American falsetto. “But isn’t he to die for?”
“Very.” Blair agreed with amusement. “So how is everything?”
“Going according to plan.” Michael plucked a calorie-laden pastry from the plate in the center of the table. “Miss Delgado doesn’t suspect a thing.”
“All of her money is gone?”
“She's lost almost every cent. But of course, Michél has vowed to take care of her. Honey, your phoney investment firm was a brilliant idea. I had that cow eating out of my hands...she completely fell for me as a playboy securities tycoon.”
Blair smiled with supreme satisfaction. It had taken two 'shopping trips' to New York, multiple treks to male strip clubs, and numerous conversations with a bevy of slick, muscular men before she'd finally found Michael. She had spotted his desperation a mile away. Adown-on-his-luck, struggling actor, he had barely batted an eyelash when Blair had made her strange request. The prospect of millions of dollars had been an excellent incentive.
She had groomed him and schooled him in the best way to woo Tea Delgado and it had worked like a charm. In their brief, infrequent conversations over the last six months, Michael had reported his success at bonding with Tea over poverty, motherless childhoods, and dysfunctional marriages. A week after he'd begun his ruse, she had let him in her bed. A few pricey trinkets, great sex, and flowery declarations of love and Tea had fallen hard.
“Were you able to keep her from investigating the company?” Blair watched as he daintily took a bite of his eclair.
Michael paused as the waiter deposited a cappuccino in front of him, cast a lingering look at his retreating form, and then replied, “Of course, honey, don't worry. I told her I would handle everything, that she doesn't need to lift a finger. That bimbo is so in love with me, I could tell her to sniff her ass and she'd be running around in circles for weeks."
"I have no doubt that she would. You've done an excellent job, Michael."
"Thank you, hon." Michael daintily bit into his eclair. "Are you ever going to tell me what she did to make you go after her like this?"
Remaining silent, she simply smiled and replied with a slight shake of her head.
Michael shrugged. "That's okay. You know, I don't feel sorry for her at all. She's the most annoying slut. All she does is whine and beg. 'Make love to me, Michél. Don't ever, ever leave me, Michél. Make me feel safe, Michél.' Ick! Michél just wants to slap her ass!"
Blair nearly choked on her coffee. "I'm sorry that you've had to...hide the real you...in order to do this for me."
"Honey, for a few million dollars, I'd screw Barbara Bush." Michael chuckled as he gave Blair a conspiratorial wink. "I won't lie that doing that...thing...took some getting used to. But if I pretend she's Keanu Reeves, I can get through it without throwing up."
Blair laughed, bouyed at the thought of the all the heartache Tea would soon endure. The loss of her ill-gotten fortune was only the beginning. When Michael was finished with her, Tea would be as loveless and penniless as Blair had been when she'd woken up from her coma to find her husband, her child, and her home no longer hers. "Remember. For the next couple of weeks, you stay with her so as not to raise suspicion. Then you tell her that you can't forget your wife, that you want to be with her, yada, yada...and then dump her."
"Two weeks!" Michael gasped in dismay. "Can't I just dump her ass today? Angie, baby, she is driving me crazy! Do you know that cow used all my hair spray last night? The expensive hairspray? And all she wants to do is fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Blair did choke at that. It took three sips of water and several hearty pats on her back for her to recover. "I'm sorry Michael...I know it must be...hard for you, but you have to stay convincing so she'll stay unsuspecting. You'll be a millionaire for your troubles."
Michael brightened instantly. "That is so true. Okay, so I'm thinking of having my butt lifted, and I've already picked out my Lamborghini."
"And what else are you planning on doing once this is over?"
"Well, I thought I might stay in Paris -- discreetly, mind you -- for a few days. The men here are so delicious." A hand fluttered to his chest as he sighed dramatically. "Hey, maybe when I get back to the States, you and I can hang out together. You know...have lunch...go get our nails done."
"That sounds nice, but I don't think it would be a good idea."
His disappointment was obvious, but brief. "Oh well...guess this will be the last time I see you. We didn't get to hang out much, but I sure enjoyed helping you stick it to that slut. Your name's not really Angela, is it?"
She didn't answer him, just smiled at him again. It was a shame that she wouldn't be able to get to know him. He just might have turned out to be one of her dearest friends. "I really have to go. There are a few things I need to take care before I catch my flight home."
Michael leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Take care, honey. I've got the check. Think I'll have another cup of coffee and get to know that waiter."
Slipping her sun glasses on, Blair rose from the table and gave his shoulder a grateful squeeze before walking away. When she looked back, she found that Michael was already openly flirting with the embarrassed waiter. She certainly would miss his colorful reports, but he had served his purpose. Now there was only one more thing to take care of and then she and Todd would totally free of Tea Delgado.
***********
As she passed a gilt-edged mirror in the hallway of the hotel, Blair checked her reflection and smoothed back a lock of her shoulder lenghth hair. She had gotten rid of the auburn wig and the blue contact lenses so that Tea would be able to see just how fabulous she now looked. She approached the door of the penthouse suite, a wicked smile curving her lips as she straigtened the bow on the present she had brought with her. She didn't feel even a tiny bit of remorse knowing that Tea being homeless in a couple of weeks. Though the detective had reported that she hadn't settled in any of the cities she had visited, Blair thought it was stupid of Tea not to at least purchase a home for herself. Oh well...
Blair knocked lightly on the door and then quickly polished the huge diamond wedding ring adorning her left hand. She wanted to make sure it was shining as brightly as possible when she flashed it before Tea's disbelieving eyes.
When Tea appeared, her eyes widened visibly in shock at the sight of her visitor. She looked as plain and dowdy as Blair remembered and it took a few seconds before she was finally able to utter a word. "B-Blair."
"Hello, Tea." Blair's smile was beatific as she took in Tea's less than thrilled expression. "You look as...interesting a usual."
"What are you doing here?" Tea looked behind her with apprehension. "Is Todd with you?"
Blair laughed drily. "Now why would Todd want to visit you?"
Tea folded her arms indignantly over her scrawny chest. "You should know better than anyone how obsessed he is with me."
"Was." Blair glided by Tea into the opulent room. "Nice. Very nice."
"What do you want, Blair? And how did you know I was in Paris?"
"Oh, I have my ways." Blair turned to face her and waved her hand in the air. The light caught her glittering diamonds perfectly. "I just wanted you to know how happy Todd and I are."
Tea's eyes narrowed as she took in the ring. "You and Todd are married? I don't believe it. Last I heard, he turned on you in the worst way and you were having Max's baby."
"Roseanne is so behind with her gossip." Blair sighed and shook her head. "The son I was carrying was all Todd's and we are now very, very happily married."
Now it was Tea's turn to laugh. "How pathetic of you, to come all the way to France just to gloat about something that couldn't possibly be true. Todd is very, very impotent. If he couldn't even sleep with me, the woman he loved, he certainly couldn't screw you and get you pregnant!"
"Oh, Todd is very good at screwing me and getting me pregnant, believe me." Here comes the good part, Blair thought as she held out the present and smiled. "Surprise! Just a small token for you to remember us by."
"I don't want anything from you! I want you out of here!" Tea screeched.
"Oh, Tea, relax." Blair removed the lid from the box and pulled out a small camcorder. Grabbing Tea's hand, she forced her to hold it and turned the viewer towards her. "See, I can inspire Todd in ways that you never could. What does that say about which woman he really loved?"
At the sounds of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure, Tea's eyes fell on the small viewer and her mouth fell open. Blair preferred to watch Tea's expression instead. Her expression was first one of stunned disbelief and then a look of extreme hurt entered her eyes. Her chin quivered and her mouth scrunched up in that ugly way that it did as tears filled her eyes.
Blair giggled. "Maybe I should have muted the sound. Todd can be so loud, can't he? Oh...but you wouldn't know that." She glanced downward at the little screen to see Todd flipping her onto her stomach and plastering himself to her back.
"Whew!" Blair made a show of fanning herself as Tea angrily pushed the camera away. "That really does feel as incredible as it looks."
"Y-you are a heartless bitch! I'll never know what Todd saw in you!"
"Apparently a lot." Blair sighed as she watched her and Todd's sexual aerobics a moment longer before finally shutting off the camera. "Shall I leave it in your bedroom, you know, so you can dream or what?"
"You c-can take that...that porn video and shove it up your ass!"
"Bad slut." Blair wagged a disapproving finger at her.
"So you, what, hired a private detective and came all the way over here to gloat?" The tears were flowing down Tea's cheeks now and her mouth formed a grotesque 'o' as she continued to babble on. "You want to throw it in my face that Todd gave me nothing and you everything?"
"No, Tea, I don't. Actually, I came all the way over here to issue a warning, like I should have a long time ago." Blair stalked towards her and smiled when Tea hugged herself defensively. "If you ever get the yen to try to steal my family away from me again, I won't push you out of a window or toss a glass of water in your face. No, I will gut you, cut you into little pieces, and scatter your body parts all over Pennsylvania."
"I-I don't want Todd! You can have that sick bastard!" Tea spat out as mucous dripped into her mouth and her arms flailed wildly in the air.
Blair turned the camcorder around and aimed it at Tea's trembling form. "Do that again, that thing where you look and sound like a chicken on crack."
Tea screeched even louder. "I am not amused! And I c-could care less whether Todd is making l -- fucking you -- all damn day! I have a wonderful man who loves and worships me!"
And fantasizes that you're Keanu Reeves. "Really? Well, I'm happy for you, Tea, I really am. You have a good man and oodles and oodles of Todd's money. As long as I've made myself clear, then you never have to see my face again."
Tea stumbled towards the door and flung it open and face now covered in tears and snot. "Get out! Get out!"
"Oh, I forgot this." Blair reached for the box and pulled out a framed portrait of herself, Todd, and the kids. She proudly turned it towards Tea and pointed at the baby in Todd's lap. "Isn't he adorable? He looks like me, but he's got his Daddy's big ears. Where should I sit this?"
"Get out, Blair, before I call hotel security!" Tea sobbed harder as she jabbed her finger angrily at the door.
"Alright, alright." Blair placated her as she lovingly propped the picture on a table next to the camcorder. "There!" She gave Tea a sunny smile as she glided past her. "Have a nice life, Tea. And you really should do something about that little mucos problem."
The knob almost hit Blair as the door slammed behind her and she doubled over in laughter. A second later she was laughing even harder when she heard what had to be the camcorder and her family portrait bouncing off the door and Tea screeching at the top of her lungs. Blair wiped her tears away as she teetered towards the elevator. Maybe she would contact Michael one more time after all. She just had to know every delicious detail of Tea's reaction when he dumped her.
Three down, three to go...
************
Whirr, whirr! "Ooh, yes!"
Blair wanted to hurl. As she hid in the darkened closet of Skye Chandler's bedroom, behind a rack full of skirts and slacks, she was forced to listen as the redhead bonded with a loudly whirring vibrator. Damn it, why hadn't she thought to install a hidden camera? Splashing Skye's one-woman sex show all over the internet would have been the ultimate revenge. The whole situation would have been hilarious if Blair wasn't totally exhausted and if her bottom and legs weren't sore from sitting doubled up on the closet's hardwood floor.
God, she wished that slug would hurry up already. Blair had to be back in her hotel room soon or Todd would start to get suspicious. She was sure he'd probably called her a million times already, despite her checking in with him every hour since she'd left Llanview this morning. He believed she was in Port Charles meeting with Deception magazine about a possible partnership in rebuilding Melador, but as keen as Todd was, he probably already suspected her of being up to no good. Blair couldn't wait to leave the next morning and get back to her family. There was something very sinister and eerie about this horrible little town.
Skye let out more muffled cries of ecstasy and Blair clamped her hands over her ears. "Drink the milk already, you skank!" She hissed under her breath. Before Skye had emerged from the bathroom and started falling in love with her battery-operated friend, Blair had slipped out of the closet she had slipped into hours earlier and laced the glass of warm milk on the nightstand with a powerful sedative. She hoped that she had given her enough to keep Skye out until she was finished with her humiliation of her former nemesis.
"Yes! Yes!" Loud cries pierced the air, followed by stilted gasps and then a contented sigh.
Finally, Blair thought with a roll of her eyes as she crawled on her protesting knees towards the closet door and peered through the wooden slats. Skye was placing her lover in the drawer of the nightstand and, to Blair's relief, finally picked up the glass of milk. One long, greedy gulp and it was gone. Must have been thirsty from all that activity, Blair silently surmised as she bit her lip to hold back threatening laughter. After Skye switched off her lamp and snuggled beneath her gaudy satin comforter, Blair quietly stretched out her full length and waited patiently for the sedative to work.
An hour later, Blair emerged from the closet and tiptoed towards the bed. She squinted through the darkness at Skye's prone form and reached out a hand to shake her. Nothing.
"Skye?" Blair shook her again and then slapped her lightly across the cheek. Still nothing. "Are you ready to look beautiful?" Blair slapped her twice more, harder this time. She grabbed a handful of Skye's thick, red mane and yanked her head back and forth a couple of times. Satisfied that the skank was oblivious to the world, Blair fished her cell phone out of her pocket and placed a call.
"This is Bruce." A gruff voice greeted.
"This is Angela." Blair replied, not bothering to whisper. "You still outside?"
"Yeah, everything set?"
"You can come up now; I'll be waiting for you."
"How am I gonna get past the guard?"
"Don't worry. Miss Chandler has already left word with him that a Carl Miller is to be allowed up. Just use the fake ID I gave you and you'll be fine."
Rubbing her hands together, Blair glided out of the bedroom and through the living room of Skye's high rise apartment to let Bruce in. She cracked open the door and watched the elevator door for a sign of him as scenario after scenario of Skye waking up sometime tomorrow played out in her head. Too bad she wouldn't be able to stay and see the fallout from her nasty plan, but just knowing Skye would be clueless and hysterical was enough for her.
Blair's burly accomplice stepped out of the elevator and Blair beckoned him inside. He was carrying a large duffel bag that hid the tools of his trade and he seemed less than thrilled to be there. "Where's your friend?"
"Passed out in the other room."
"I don't know about this."
"I'm paying you five figures. Sure you want to pass up that kind of money?"
Bruce's reluctance disappeared at the reminder. "Let's do it."
Blair pulled a small photo out of her pocket and handed it to him. "Think you can do an exact likeness of this person?"
He scanned the picture for a moment before nodding. "Plain, unremarkable features. Piece of cake."
Beaming, Blair led him to the bedroom. "Then lets get to work."
Two hours later, Bruce was gone and Blair stood over Skye's unconscious form, admiring his work. A tastefully done tattoo of Rae Cummings now graced her daughter's arm, the word 'MOM' superimposed over a red heart directly under it. Rae would be touched by the gesture, but Blair was sure she would never see it. Or maybe she would. Skye just might rush straight the mother she loathed and accuse her of this horrible deed.
Blair retrieved the small black bag she'd brought with her from the closet and proceeded with the next phase of her plan. Buzzzz..."This completes the look," she said with a chuckle as she aimed the clippers at Skye's head and sheered off a thick chunk of hair.
"You're gorgeous, girlfriend." Blair could barely control her laughter as she gleefully shaved off Skye's crowning glory. When she was finished, she removed the scattered hunks of the shorn locks and stuffed them in a plastic bag along with the empty glass to dispose of later. Maybe she'd keep a bit of it as a trophy. When Skye woke up with her new mohawk, Blair didn't want a trace of hair left lying around for her to weep over.
As she prepared to leave, Blair took one last look at the spectacle she had created. Petty, childish, cruel revenge it was, but it had been so freeing. After making sure there was no trace of what had transpired left in the room, she tucked the comforter under Skye's chin and darkened the room again. Straightening her wig, Blair discreetly left the apartment and crept out of the building the same way she had entered, giggling wickedly the whole way. She felt as light as a feather, as carefree and happy as a kid. She hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time.
Four down, two to go...
***********
"What have you done?"
Blair looked up from the paper and realized a huge grin was splitting her face. She quickly replaced it with a look of confusion as Todd walked towards her, a huge ceramic bowl in his hand. "I don't know what you mean."
He gave her a look before handing her the bowl and settling under the covers with her. "You've been a bad girl."
"I thought you liked it when I was a bad girl."
"Oh I love it when you're a bad girl." Todd rolled towards her, his eyes caressing her nipples through her see-through gown. "I love it even more when I know how you're being bad."
"Honestly, Todd, I'm so busy with the children, I don't really have time for all that." Blair fed him a spoonful of the ice cream before helping herself.
"Uh huh." Todd murmured, not convinced of her innocence at all. "I just got off the phone with one of my reporters."
"Hot story?"
"Kinda. It involves someone we both know and loathe."
Blair shoveled more ice cream into her mouth. She thought she had taken care of everyone on her list. Who else had her machinations inadvertently taken out?
"Sam's in the Llanview Jail." Todd announced, his eyes glued to hers as he tried to gauge her reaction to his news.
Ah, Sam. She'd forgotten about him.
"Really?" Blair drawled as she licked her spoon. She hadn't thought he would break this soon, but it looked like the doubts she'd planted in Sam's feeble mind had worked sooner than she'd thought they would. "What on earth did he do?"
Todd opened his mouth for another spoonful of ice cream and then, like clockwork, slid his hand underneath her gown. "Broke into Troy McIver's loft again. Claimed he was trying to find evidence that he was obsessed with Nora and was going to do the same thing to her that Colin did."
Funny how a little mind-fucking could make a totally rational person go insane. A few lunches with Sam seeking legal advice, faux concern about Nora's close friendship with Troy, and old Sam had completely lost it. Even though he and Nora were practically at the alter, Troy's threatening presence in Llanview had made Sam as jealous, irrational, and possessive as...well Todd. It wouldn't have been much longer before he went over the edge all by himself.
"McIver's filing charges this time." Todd was saying as his hand inched a little higher.
"You think he'll go to jail?" Blair squirmed under his probing fingers. Rotten bastard.
"No, but he could be disbarred."
Never to issue bad legal advice again. Five down, one to go...
After finishing off her ice cream, Blair placed the bowl on the nightstand and reached up to snap off the bedside lamp. She hadn't even rolled over good when she felt Todd pressing into her back, the hard on of the century rubbing insistently against her bottom as he teeth latched onto her neck and his hand snaked inside her panties.
"Todd, I'm really...really tired." Blair protested half-heartedly. Damn, he could be so persuasive when he wanted to be.
"Come on, Blair." Todd begged. "It's been five days, ten hours and thirty-six minutes."
Two more weeks. She could do it, she thought as Todd deftly rolled her onto her back. He deserved this punishment for all the heartache he'd put her through. She had to get him in line.
But why should I suffer, she wondered as Todd succeeding in shucking her panties. Today had been stressful and she needed some sort of release. She could still punish Todd afterward, if she remained really, really focused. So when he parted her thighs and dove between them, she didn't protest at all. Just let him use his fingers, his mouth and that wonderful, wonderful tongue to bring her to a magnificent climax.
"That was beautiful, honey." She offered as she kissed his scarred cheek and rolled over again, tucking the sheets around her like a shield and pressing her thighs tightly together.
"Blair?" From behind her, Todd sounded as if he were coming unglued.
"Yes, honey?" She asked innocently.
"What did I do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have no idea what I did, but you are punishing me." He accused, his voice hoarse with agitation.
Blair took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder. "Sweetie, I'm just tired. I chase after the kids all day, I'm trying to re-launch Melador, I take care of the house. I'm beat."
"You're never to beat to fool around."
"Sweetie." Blair gushed as she leaned up and bussed his jaw and then settled back down, pressing her face into the pillow. "I promise I'll take care of you in the morning." As he muttered nasty expletives under his breath, she bit into the silky fabric to keep from laughing. Okay, maybe two more weeks would be too harsh. One week and she'd put him...and herself...out of this misery.
Todd gave her a wide berth as he moved to the other side of the bed and Blair decided she would be too lenient in allowing him that brief retrieve. "Honey?"
She received a terse 'what' in reply.
"Could you hold me?" She whispered, lest her normal voice give away her amusement.
"Hold you for what?" Todd growled.
"Sweetie." Blair whined. "Please?"
After a moment's hesitation, he obliged her, grunting and hissing all the way. As soon as he wrapped an arm around her and pressed his body to her spoon fashion, Blair pushed her bottom back against his burgeoning crotch. If he were any bigger, he could poke her right out of the bed. "Goodnight, sweetie."
"Whatever." Todd choked in reply.
She was being too cruel, she knew, but he had to be taught a lesson. When his week of torture was up, Todd Manning would know just who was running this show. Snuggling back against him, sleep crept upon her quickly.
It was so exhausting, being a bitch.
The End