Unmasked (17 page)

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

Sally said nothing.

David slipped his fingers into her. They went in deep. He removed them slowly.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

Sally said nothing.

David pressed two fingers into her and the third into her arsehole. They went in slowly. Everything was messy and wet. He felt her clench her arsehole around him. He brought them out and pushed them back in. And again. His thumb found her clitoris. He fucked her slowly with his hand. Again and again. Slow, deliberate and deep. Her hips moved slightly. He changed nothing. Slow and deep. He was hard. He wanted to fuck her. He wasn’t thinking now. He would continue for
hours if he must. He wanted to hear Sally moan. He wanted to make her come. She couldn’t stay silent. She would beg him to fuck her.

Slow and deep. He leant in closer. He kissed her arse. Time was passing. Slow and deep. He could feel her tensing. But she said nothing. Made no sound. Her hair covered her face. Slow and deep.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ he asked again. This time she could hear desperation in his tone. He needed her to say yes. He felt her trembling around his fingers. The trembling turned into a tremor. Still no sound escaped her lips. Her thighs moved. She was squeezing them together. David kept his slow rhythm. He would hear her moan before he would allow her to come. He would hear her beg him to fuck him. Slow and deep. Slow and deep.

But then it was too late. Sally bucked against his hand uncontrollably. She kept shaking and shaking. Hips shook, her thighs clenched and then she was still. She reached around and gripped David’s wrist and removed his fingers. She hadn’t made a sound.

Sally remained where she was. David let go of her neck and knelt beside her and stared at her arse. At that moment there was nothing more
compelling but he was restraining himself. The urge to fuck her was great. His body shuddered. His hips were already anticipating the thrusts and were rising and falling ever so slightly. He was trying to make sense of the moment.

All was desire. He lifted his hand and caressed Sally’s thigh. He was hungry for her flesh. He ran his hand up her thigh and cupped her pussy. It was warm and wet. He undid his fly and released his cock, stroked it while he played with her.

‘You’re going to go looking for Emma,’ said Sally, suddenly.

David didn’t say anything. He moved around behind her.

‘You blame me. That’s why you’re angry with me,’ she said.

He entered her and she let out a deep moan. He pushed in deep and held himself there.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ she said, her voice was shaking.

He began to fuck her, slowly to begin with, her breathing growing louder with each thrust, then faster, her shorts breaths turning into moans.

‘I’ll tell you about her,’ she gasped.

He thrust deeper and harder.

‘Everything,’ she breathed.

That ‘everything’ was laden with images of debauchery. He pictured both women naked, entwined amidst a sea of limbs. He gripped her hips and came loudly. It was short and sharp.

David lay back on the carpet.

Sally turned around quickly, undid his pants and yanked them down the best she could. She straddled his hips and rubbed her pussy up and down the wilting length of his cock. David closed his eyes. The sensation of her soft wet pussy on him was gorgeous. He opened his eyes and looked up at her as she was stripping off her dress. She was a divine creature.

She had been right, too. He had come to say goodbye. He was going to find Emma. He hadn’t known this himself, however. Not until she’d said it. But she was wrong on one point, he didn’t blame her.

She lifted his semi-hard cock and lowered herself onto it.

‘I miss Emma, too,’ Sally said. ‘She was
my
lover first.’

They were waiting for the lift to take them down to the car park. Normality had descended upon
them. David was immaculate in his suit and Sally looked every bit the Mosman socialite. The hallway they were standing in was newly wallpapered. New carpet had been put down. It was part of a general upgrade of the building. David was telling Sally the story as he knew the building’s owner. The lift was the one thing that remained untouched, which had angered the residents. It was notoriously slow.

All of a sudden, leaving the dull story of the build upgrade unfinished, David asked, ‘Were there any other men in her life when I started to date her?’

Sally looked up and across at him. They had fucked for two hours. She had thought the subject of Emma had been put to rest. David had been tender and loving towards the end and had talked about trying to find a date when they could spend the whole night together.

‘Not that I can remember. Emma always had lovers. I didn’t know them all. Men she would visit. Friends she would fuck. She was always fucking someone.’

‘You can’t think of any names?’

Sally shook her head. ‘I’d only meet them once or twice, if that. They were just good-looking men
who didn’t pay attention to me because they were besotted with her.’

The lift arrived and they stepped in.

‘What about Paul?’

‘Why are you doing this?’

‘I need to know.’

‘She’s gone. Okay? I’m here. I’m yours. I know she was your wife. I know you loved her. I loved her, too. But it’s over. When Emma makes up her mind, it stays made up.’

‘I know.’

‘Am I such a poor second?’ she asked, her forced smile revealing her anxiety.

He didn’t say anything but drew her to him and kissed her.

‘You are exquisite. Now, tell me what you know about Paul and Emma,’ he said, with the smile he used in business meetings to soften the blow.

‘Why? Were they lovers?’

‘You tell me.’

‘They could have been. I don’t know. She never spoke of him that way. He was always around, but I don’t remember them ever being together.’

‘He was the one who told Emma about us and about this flat.’

‘How do you know?’

David smiled again.

‘You
told
him?’ she asked, truly surprised he could have been so careless with her marriage.

‘I needed to tell someone.’

‘I can’t believe you did that!’ she said, hitting his chest with her open palm. ‘But that explains the strange kiss he gave me.’

‘He kissed you?’

‘Yes, on the lips. The night before Emma left. He’d never liked me, so I was surprised. It was a strange kiss, too. He kissed me like he felt he had a right to kiss me. I suppose he was saying he knew I was a whore.’

‘No, he doesn’t think like that. No woman is a whore to Paul, even whores aren’t whores to him. I’ve known him all my life, he’s a strange man. Don’t try and make sense of what he does.’

‘But I am. If I’m not a whore, then I’m a bitch – and you’re a lying bastard.’

‘And so are they then. They left Sydney together.’

‘Paul and Emma? How do you know that?’

The lift doors opened and they walked across to their cars.

‘I don’t. That’s what I believe. I thought she would go to her parents’ place but they told me
she flew to Europe. That’s all they’d tell me. And I asked around and Paul left Sydney in a hurry, too. I think they organised it when Paul came over, the night he kissed you.’

Sally unlocked her car and opened the door. She turned around to face David.

‘You can’t possibly think Emma planned leaving home with nothing more than a passport and the clothes she wore? She had no money. She had to borrow underwear from me. And she took my favourite pair of jeans. When she came to my house she was completely shell-shocked. I’ve never seen her like that before.’

David looked down at his shoes. ‘They were lovers, I’m sure of it.’

‘If she left with Paul it was because he was willing to drop everything for her and go, that’s all.’

Sally sat in the driver’s seat and David closed the door. The window came down.

‘I’ll see if I can get away for a few nights next week. I’ll tell him I’m going to a retreat with the girls. There’s one in the Blue Mountains a friend was telling me about.’

David nodded and Sally started the car. He leaned in and kissed her, then she drove off.

He stood there and didn’t move. He was more confused than ever. He was thinking about something Emma had said to him the last time they spoke:

‘I want you to have what you want. I want you to help you get what you want but to do that you have to be my partner. We have to have no secrets. You have a lover. A mistress. How does that make you feel?’

‘Like a grub.’

‘Bullshit. How does it make you feel to have two beautiful women loving you? I think you feel pretty good. I think you wonder why you waited so long to do it. I think you feel as though you’re finally alive. I think you feel like the most potent man on the planet. And I think you feel sexier than you’ve ever felt. That’s how you should be feeling. If you’re not, you’re not doing it right, or for the right reasons.’

He wasn’t doing it right.

EIGHTEEN

The lights of Otranto were up ahead and led Emma home. She was moving as fast as she could without breaking into a run. She was sure there was a quicker route into the town from the marina but she wasn’t going to try to find it in the dark. She kept to the side of the street with the streetlamps and took the long way round.

‘Emma!’

She pretended she hadn’t heard.

‘Emma! Stop a second. You’re going in the wrong direction. The party is this way.’

She stopped. It wasn’t David. She had thought it was David’s voice.

A man was walking towards her. He was accompanied by two beautiful young women, all carrying small boxes.

‘Sebastian?’ she shouted when she recognised who it was.

He came right up to her, put the box down, and then kissed her on the cheek. The two women hung back, keeping close to a lamppost. They too put down their loads and Emma saw the boxes contained wine and champagne.

‘Some of the most expensive wine I’ve ever bought. It’s just local Italian wine, too. But nothing’s open so we got it from a restaurant. They saw me coming. What could I do? What’s a party without drink?’

Emma smiled. She didn’t know what to make of Sebastian’s sudden appearance.

‘It’s great to see you. I hoped I would. David said you were here. That’s why he’s so eager for us to move on.’

‘You’re going?’

‘Tomorrow. We’ll sail down the coast and around the heel. He doesn’t want to look like he’s intruding. He says he’s kept a low profile, keeping
to the private beaches in the north, seldom coming to town at all.’

‘What? I don’t understand.’

‘I’m late. I was meant to be here a month ago. I suggested we meet up here but I sailed from Sydney and got into difficulties. He flew to Italy and hired that titanic. Did you see it? It’s the biggest fucking yacht I’ve ever seen!’

‘
You
suggested you meet here?’

‘Yeah, I used to come here with my wife. I had no idea you were in Otranto. How could I?’

‘So David didn’t know I was here?’

‘No, and he was very uneasy when he discovered you were.’

‘No way. I can’t believe that.’

‘That’s why he was uneasy. He knew you’d think he’d come looking for you.’

‘But …’

‘It really is my fault. I have been holidaying here for years. I know the coast like the back of my hand. And no one comes to Otranto. It’s perfect. The water – isn’t it gorgeous?’

The women called to Sebastian. They were getting bored.

‘You’d better go.’

‘Yeah, I should, they’ll be sobering up,’ he said.
As he picked up his box again the bottles clinked. He gave her a kiss.

He took a few steps when Emma said after him, ‘Tell him he doesn’t have to leave on my account. Otranto is big enough for the both of us.’

‘I’ll tell him.’

‘And anyway, I was thinking of taking the train north soon. Paris, maybe.’

‘You don’t mind if we stay?’

‘God, no. Why should I?’

‘Ha, that’s funny. He said he’s been hiding out in Albania for the last week, he was afraid you had seen him. He’s only returned now because I wanted to come to Otranto to visit some old friends of mine.’

He smiled and turned. Then stopped and spun back around.

‘Why don’t you come down and join the party?’

‘No, I couldn’t. Really.’

‘Goodnight, then.’

Emma walked away steadily and was soon back in the narrow streets of Otranto. She found it hard to get her thoughts together. She knew David was in Otranto for her. It was as plain as day. And yet Sebastian was so matter of fact about it. To him it was just one of those unlucky coincidences.
These things happened. He was so definite. He had visited Otranto with his wife. Why would he make it up?

Then she was on the parapet again. Her feet had taken her there. The restaurants were closed now, there was no one around. She stared down at the marina. Sebastian and his friends had already reached the boats, the party was continuing. Waves of sound floated across with each gust of the sea breeze. But what if David
hadn’t
come for her? What if it was just some strange accident? No, it couldn’t be. He had given the American her name in the bar. He had paid Marco to draw him. He had fucked Elena. He was hunting her down. He was circling her. This wasn’t a coincidence.