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  SIMONE

  - A Series Written by -

  INK MISTRESS

  Copyright © 2015 by Royal Dynasty Publications

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  First and foremost, I would like to thank all the readers and supporters. Without you, this wouldn’t be possible.

  I would like to thank my best friend, Tiffany Stephens for letting me bother her with every sentence I wrote. Lol your opinion always mattered to me and I appreciate you for your honesty and support.

  Thank you Sonovia Alexander for the pep talk because it helped build my confidence for this release.

  Last, but not least, Thank you Shameek Speight for introducing me to this world and believing in me in every step of the way.

  Prologue

  Take one.

  “Yes, I killed my husband. I killed him, then I killed her. Once I was done, I drove over to the next woman’s house and killed her as well. I even killed her in front of her children!” I sat on the bed, practicing my confession.

  My arms were folded tightly across my breasts, and I rocked back and forth like Rain Man. I may feel bad about it, but no amount of guilt, penance, or money would bring them back.

  I was planning to own up to it and tell the whole truth. I wasn't going to try to blame my actions on the alcohol I had consumed or how I’ve been following him on his escapades with those bitches. Yes, those bitches.

  This muthafucka had side bitches, mistresses, girlfriends, EVERYTHING.

  Take Two.

  “Your Honor, the truth is that Jeremy was a lying, cheating, son of a bitch!”

  As true as that was, I don't think I'd win any favor with the judge.

  Take three.

  “Well, you see, Your Honor, I caught him fucking the bitch…” Hahaha! They gone lock me up!

  It was the truth though; I did walk in on my husband fucking that bitch. It wasn't premeditated. It wasn't like I got out of bed that morning thinking, ‘Hey I’m going to wake up, catch my husband cheating and kill him today’ the shit just happened.

  I took a deep breath to rehearse again and it dawned on me…

  Killing them all will be far too easy.

  I

  Two months later…

  Dr. Haynes inspected the couple standing at the receptionist's desk. The Martin’s were both about twenty-five years old and good looking. Their nervousness was painfully obvious and she noticed that they held hands, reassuring the other.

  Staci Martin turned as the doctor approached. Simone flashed her, her most welcoming smile and got an uncertain one back. Simone was used to people questioning the fact that she was a doctor. Her body looked as if it were built for sex and she dressed in the most seductive, yet professional clothes.

  Staci looked at the doctor, assessing her. She was older than them, but not by much. She has a dark brown complexion and her jet black hair was tied up neatly, apart from a neat bang combed to the left and cascading down her cheek. It was her eyes that struck the most. Surrounded by gold shadow, Simone’s eyes were a fantastic shade of intense brown, with a glint in them that spoke of fierce intelligence, but also humor.

  “Mrs. Martin? It's a pleasure,” Simone said, extending a hand with her slightly glossed lips breaking into another smile.

  “Dr. Haynes,” Staci replied, looking a little relieved, “This is Jeremy, my husband,”

  “Hello, Doctor,” Jeremy added, shaking her hand as well.

  Simone noticed that the man's eyes never left her face. He was completely oblivious to the hot body she possessed. The waistcoat she wore that stopped right above her plump ass and over a little see-through blouse was designed to accentuate her figure, highlighting her slender waist, as well as pushing up and displaying her perfect sized breasts.

  Dr. Haynes took a long look at him. Jeremy was handsome, 5’11” with long dreads. He had soulful brown eyes. His polo shirt afforded her a good view of his nice biceps and hinted at the abs to match. Yes, he was definitely a candidate. She could feel the beginning of her arousal.

  “Right this way.” She said, pointing down the corridor.

  They nodded in unison, Jeremy slipping a protective arm around his wife's waist. As she walked behind them she checked out his ass. It looked good and firm in his jeans and she could barely stop herself from reaching out and groping it.

  'Patience' she thought to herself, 'this one will take some time...’

  The way the couple kept looking at each other she could tell that they were devoted to one another.

  'But you will be mine in the end...'

  II

  Simone looked at the file on her desk, “You've been married three years?”

  The couple smiled and nodded.

  “And you've been trying for a baby for two years?”

  “Yes.” Staci confirmed.

  “Your GP writes that he ran some tests-”

  “Jeremy's...um…sperm is fine but....” Staci interjected.

  Her husband gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled. He had never, not for a second, made her feel as this was her fault. Every step of the way he had made her feel that this was something that they were doing together.

  “That's okay, Staci,” Simone smiled, “I understand. This clinic specializes in cases just like this,”

  The Martin’s looked adorably hopeful.

  “This means the world to Staci and me...to start a family together.” Jeremy added.

  “Your doctor explained how this works? That you choose a donor from our database, we take some eggs and use Jeremy's sperm to fertilize them, implanting the embryos in your womb,”

  “Yes. I know it's....” Staci trailed off ruefully.

  “We just want to get it done, doctor. Staci has been anxious for months now,” Jeremy concluded.

  “I should warn you that IVF is not an easy process and it's expensive. Does your health plan cover the cost?” Jeremy nodded, “And despite our best efforts, it is not always successful,”

  “We can get through anything together,” Jeremy said, more to his wife than to the doctor. More than anything he wanted to be a father, to have a child with the woman he loved.

  Simone felt nauseous, but covered it well.

  ***

  One week later…

  He had wanted their child to be a product of their love for each other, but that had not been God's will. And when IVF was proposed, from the start Jeremy had suggested that they find a donor that matched with Staci as closely as possible. All he ever wanted was to make her happy. They agonized over the database. The folder had literally hundreds of candidate donors that had brown hair, brown eyes or dimples, but very few tha
t had all three. Throw in the choices that had to be made about health records and academic history and at times it looked like they would never select one.

  “I'll love any child we have together, regardless of what it looks like,” Staci told Jeremy.

  “I know but...” He stammered. He couldn't find a way to voice his worry, that in a biological sense this wouldn't be her child.

  She seemed to understand anyway.

  “Jeremy, I'll be carrying the baby for nine months. I'll give birth to it and nurture it. What do genes matter compared to that? It will be your baby and for that reason alone I'll love it no matter what,” She said earnestly.

  “I love you,” He replied.

  “You better.” Staci informed him before she kissed him.

  All these years later, he never became tired of her lips. Staci had closed the folder. She looked at her husband as she took him by the hand.

  “Let's go to bed.” She pleaded breathily.

  She pushed him onto the bed before walking to the door to dim the lights. Jeremy watched as she slowly walked towards him, undoing a button of her dress with each step. By the time she got to the foot of the bed, Jeremy was rock solid. Staci let her dress fall to the floor.

  “God, you're gorgeous,” Jeremy whispered as he sat up to take her left hand and kissed her ring finger, “This is my favorite part of you,” He told her.

  “What about my right one? It’s just as good,” Staci asked, proffering it to him.

  Jeremy looked over at it before kissing it.

  “No... I can do without it,” He decided.

  Staci laughed lightly.

  Turning her around so he could check out her small rear, he planted slow, soft kisses on her. She shivered as she felt his tongue glide over the spot and one of his hands reached round to caress her soft belly.

  “Mmm, that feels good baby...” She sighed.

  Seconds passed then she turned back to face him. Staci bent over to kiss him, placed her hands in his long dreaded hair, then she climbed onto his lap. His lips headed south, down her neck, then onto her collarbone. He cupped her small breasts, each a handful, and brought them up to meet his mouth.

  “Aaaah...” She moaned.

  She shifted so he could feel the warmth of her on his groin through the cotton. He wanted to be inside her, but there was no rush. He loved to take it slow and relaxed with Staci. Right now, it was enough to feel her squirm against him as he nibbled on her erect nipples, teaming it up with running his slightly rough palms over her small firm ass.

  He let himself fall back onto the sheets, bringing her with him, and rolled on top of her. He glanced at her quickly, as he always did, to check she was ready, and then he entered her.

  “Ahh...” he moaned.

  She wrapped her arms round his back as their bodies merged together. He kissed her shoulder as he worked up a steady rhythm. Jeremy raised himself up a little with his arms, so he could look down and watch the expressions ripple across his wife's face. The way she bit her lip or exhaled when he was inside her turned him on even more. She closed her eyes as she always did when her climax was close. He could always feel it in the way her pussy felt too. She was always quiet when she came, just like now, with her mouth forming a perfect 'O'.

  Jeremy grabbed on to the pillows as he sought his own orgasm. It had been building steadily in his balls and suddenly it released as he spilled his load inside her.

  He kissed her forehead and rolled off her.

  As they talked for a bit before drifting off to sleep, Jeremy was pleased that trying for a baby had not stopped them enjoying lovemaking simply for being close to one another.

  “That has got to be the most boring shit I’ve seen in my life.” The woman said as she watched from outside of their bedroom window.

  III

  “So…”

  “So…what?” Simone asked.

  “Did you do it?”

  “Listen, I can’t just rush this. I need time. Everything must be planned out,” Simone explained.

  “I’m paying you to rush! And if you wait too late our deal is over and you can forget about the rest,”

  “Calm the fuck down and let me do my job! You’re lucky I’m even doing it under these circumstances. I have yet to meet you, nor do I even know your name! Now, as I said, I…need…time. You are not my only client and you will not be my last, so I advise you to train your fucking attitude before I drop you and this job!” Simone snapped.

  “Bitch, you don’t have time! I made a way for you to have that doctor job as a temp, not full fuckin’ time! I did the hard part, so do what you have to do! And if you ever think about threatening to drop me from your hoe ass scheme of a job you have going on, I WILL EXPOSE YOU! Am I clear?”

  “Crystal.” Simone replied and ended the call.

  ***

  A few days later, Jeremy and Staci had finally chosen a donor and returned to the fertility clinic. Simone had praised their choice before setting Staci the task of filling in the paperwork. Jeremy had a different job to accomplish.

  He was ushered into a little room and told to bring his sample to the nurse's station when he was done. He was feeling very awkward. He'd been able to provide his sample from home because Staci had made it a bit more fun. He'd wanted to ask if Staci could come in with him, but a sign on the door made it very clear that no women were allowed into these rooms.

  Simone sat in her office watching on a small screen as Jeremy looked around the room. She was simply dying to see what Jeremy’s love muscle looked like. In fact, her hand had already slipped into her moist panties.

  Once she had herself in the perfect position, there was a knock on the door. She quickly adjusted herself, turned off the small screen, and sat straight up in the chair.

  “Come in,” she called out.

  “Hi, Simone, I’m so sorry to disturb you,” Staci apologized slowly entering the room and closing the door behind her.

  “Well, what can I do for you?”

  “Umm,” she pulled out a brown paper bag from her purse, “I want you to use this,” she said to Simone while handing her the bag,”

  “And…what is this?” Simone asked as she took a peek into the bag,”

  “It’s Jeremy’s sperm…from home,”

  “Oh, we won’t need this. He’s giving us a sample that we can use,”

  “No! I mean…this one is already done,” Staci said in a pleading tone.

  Simone squinted her eyes and looked at her with a suspicious look, “What’s going on, Staci?”

  “Nothing, I was just saving this sample in the freezer for good luck and I feel that this could be the sample that actually works. My pastor prayed on it and everything,”

  Simone bust out laughing, “I’m sorry, that is just… you know what, ok. So let me have someone to tell your husband he can come out-”

  “Oh, no,” Staci waved her hands dramatically, “Let him enjoy himself. He doesn’t…he mustn’t know about this. Okay?”

  “Mmmhmm.” Simone replied with her right eyebrow raised and watched Staci leave the room.

  She stuck the paper bag into a draw in her desk and continued her position as she turned back on the screen to watch Jeremy.

  Jeremy's awkwardness was clear as he sat and started to rub his fly. It became evident that nothing was happening. She guessed that he was suffering from performance anxiety. Many men did.

  She watched as he inspected the shelves of pornographic material the clinic provided. The quality of the camera didn't prevent Simone from seeing the blush that spread across his face. Now he was faced with dozens of DVDs. Each one decorated with images of women, completely naked, some bent over to show their perfect asses, others with their legs spread, shaven pussies galore.

  He picked one that featured a black woman on the cover, wearing white lacy underwear and slipped the disc into the player. The film started as Jeremy sat back down on the couch and put the plastic jar down beside him.

  Simone smiled as
Jeremy unzipped his fly and pulled out his rod. He was big, maybe nine inches if she had to guess, cut and thick. Jeremy kept looking at the TV and glancing away though he was clearly aroused as the red hair star lay on front yard, being fingered by her landlord. He began to tug on his penis with his whole hand.

  Simone wondered who would cum first; the married man or the woman who was spying on him. It didn't matter. She couldn't wait to get him in the flesh.

  The star was telling the guy just how much she wanted his dick, how she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. Jeremy had never heard such dirty talk or thought that he'd be so turned on by it, but he soon lost himself as the action unfolded. The guy was really giving the girl what she wanted and she was showing her appreciation very vocally. It enticed him to hear her moan and cry for more since his wife was so silent.

  His eyes glued to screen, Jeremy began to jerk, slowly at first then increasing in speed, sometimes switching to using a thumb and forefinger to grip his swollen head and thrust a bit with his hips.

  The stud in the film wanted to cum on the girl's big face. Jeremy imagined himself doing the same thing, so he closed his eyes, unable to hold back any longer. He was so caught up in the dirty fantasy that he only just remembered the little plastic jar in time.

  IV

  A week later…

  Jeremy had left work, but had not headed for home. This surprised Simone, who was stalking him to work out his life and interests. So far, that had consisted of work, friends and family. She'd figured he was the type of guy who was happy with this ordinary life.

  This was new.

  Intrigued, she pulled over as Jeremy made a right turn, pulling his car to the curb near to where a bunch of men stood on the sidewalk.

  They all welcomed him as he got out of the vehicle. Simone followed the group to a club called Obsessions. She didn't think that Jeremy would be the type of guy to venture in there, even with a group of men.