The Refugee - part 8

Heather arrived home last, and Jenna was waiting with a drink. I could see irritation on her face that her husband wasn’t greeting her with the enthusiasm we did. She didn’t know Jenna had given him the drugged coffee or that his company had phoned twenty minutes ago to say that a supply shortage had led to a stoppage in one of the European branches, and he had only just ended the call.

A few minutes later, I heard whispered arguments in their room. Heather said he could at least say hello when she got home, and was being neglectful, and Clive was irritated, saying he was tired and had work problems. I moved away, back to the living room, and sat down watching television. Heather came out, went to the kitchen, and started to make dinner.

I got up and went to the kitchen.

“Let me cook tonight, I have cooking skills, and you have worked all day.” I took the pan out of her hand.

She smiled at me. “It is a lovely offer, Nataliya, but I don’t mind.”

I smiled back, keeping eye contact. “You do everything for me, I want to spoil you, let me spoil you.”

She laughed and gave in. “Okay, you cook tonight; I am going for a long soak.”

“Do you want me to run it for you?” I asked, trying to look concerned.

“No, you cook, I will be fine, Nataliya.”

“Tomorrow I will have a bath ready for you, you deserve it.”

She laughed and went to the bathroom, but I had prepared her for when I did.

I cooked Chicken Kiev and just added extra butter, they all said it was lovely, although Clive was quiet and rushed to his study straight after, the time delay to Europe was affecting who he could chat to, on top of which he was so tired he was almost falling asleep. Finally, he went into the bedroom and was quiet.

Heather came in while I was watching social media clips with Jenna. She did this every night, so it was now her ritual, we lay on the bed looking down at a tablet that was balanced on a pillow. We moved apart so she could join us and was soon laughing with her chin supported by her hands. I had prepped Jenna as soon as we got in, she was now so under my control that most of my commands were only reinforcements or adjustments of existing commands, she accepted them without taking her under. This was a scenario I had deeply rooted into her mind, and as soon as I had triggered it, she was waiting for Heather to settle.

“Mum, you look tired tonight, let me give you a neck rub.” She got up before Heather could say otherwise, and I pointed to the screen to distract her from commenting. She came back with a small washbag and took out some bottles.

“Which fragrance would you like? I have lavender, jasmine, sandalwood, and this one, I lost the label.”

Every name she read out, she held the small bottle under Heather’s nose.

“Do you like this one or this one?”

She kept changing the bottles, soon she was only holding the unlabelled bottle. The first time Jenna had done it, Heather reacted to the unlabelled bottle, moving her head even though she was semi-drunk. The bottle was soon replaced with one she recognised, and again she was presented with the unknown bottle. Soon Jenna was only holding the strange bottle, and Heather was resting her head on the bed.

“I think I will go to bed, Nataliya. Will you finish mum’s neck rub?” She said, moving towards the door.

“Of course, I will, Jenna,” I said for Heather’s benefit. I was never sure how much recall they had from this moment.

I eased her robe slowly off her, leaving her in her short black transparent nightie, showing the black thong underneath.

I quickly rubbed some oil onto her neck, then held the unknown bottle to her nose.

When I knew for certain she was under, I reached a hand under, felt for her nipple, and twisted; there was only the faintest of reactions. I sat beside her and stroked her hair.

You love Nataliya stroking your hair, you love Nataliya

Nataliya excites you, she makes you wet

You long to seduce Nataliya, you want her, you need her

Over and over, I said it, stroking her hair, letting the words settle deep inside her. When I decided it was now burned into her, I turned her onto her back and held the bottle to her again.

This time, I ran my hand over her bare leg, slowly working my way up and down in a teasing manner.

You dream of Nataliya touching your skin

You want her hand touching your pussy

I slid my hand up to her pussy feeling through her panties, then continued up her body.

You want Nataliya to touch your body, to feel your tits

You want her lips on your breasts

I kissed her nipples through the material and rechecked her with the bottle.

You want to taste Nataliya, you can imagine her on your tongue

I fingered myself and slipped a finger inside her mouth, gently rubbing it on her tongue.

I hid the unknown bottle under my bed, put the others in the washbag, and left it by the vanity mirror. I had a small bottle of smelling salts that I briefly held to her nose, and then I lay on the bed and switched off the light. I knew she was ready for sleep, but hoped she had just enough resistance to wake for a moment. I sensed movement as she woke, but this tiger was sedated; she wasn’t going very far, and she wasn’t making wise decisions. I sensed movement on the bed, and she lay down beside me, her head on the other pillow.

I waited a second for her to settle and then turned towards her as if I was moving in my sleep. “Mom,” I said as childlike as I could as I slid close to her.

“It’s okay, Nataliya, it's me.” She said, throwing her arm around me. She was asleep moments later. I slowly slid my robe off me and curled up inside her embrace, then I took her hand and brought it around me, holding it against my breast, moving her hand as I pushed back into her, so we were almost joined together. If I went to sleep, I risked losing control of the situation, so my only alternative was to stay awake so I could control her actions when she woke. It meant hours ahead of me, but I was prepared for that.

I used her hand to rub my body, and then turned around to face her.

You want to touch Nataliya, to run your hands over her

I gently ran my hands over the thin nightie, feeling the full, firm breasts and the hard nipples.

You want Nataliya to touch your breasts, to play with them as you kiss her

I kissed her gently on the lips. Over the next few hours, I kissed and touched her, all the time whispering my statements for her to burn into her consciousness. When I saw dawn show through the curtains, I reached under the bed for the unlabelled bottle.

I held the bottle to her nose and then rubbed some of the drug onto my fingers and slid them into her panties. Once again, I hid the bottle and waited for her to rise from her sleep. I lay in her arms with my eyes closed. I heard her sigh and gasp as the high hit her, and she held me tight. I made a pretence of slowly waking, holding her in my arms also.

"Oh, Good morning, Heather. Did you stay with me last night?"  As my legs entwined with hers and pulled her against me.

"Yes, we fell asleep. I think I drank too much." Her hands continued to hold me.

"I didn’t have any bad dreams last night, I think you kept them away." I moved slightly, and our breasts rubbed through the thin material, our nipples kissing as they scraped against each other.

"I am glad you had a good sleep, Nataliya." She was making no signs of moving, but I couldn’t seduce her with Clive in the house.

"I just feel so safe in your arms," I said grinding my pussy into hers my hands moving in circles on her back.

She ground back and continued to hold me.
"You had better get up, you will be late for work," I said, letting go with my hands but not my legs.
"Yes, I will," she started to pull away, but I slid my hands around her and pulled her back to me.
"Time for one last hug." and once she slid her hands around me, I slid mine down on to her ass. pulling her tight against my cunt. I buried my face against her neck.
"Thank you for looking after me, Heather, please don’t send me back." I caressed her ass and then kissed her neck.
"I won’t, Nataliya, I promise you can stay." Her hands caressed my back and pulled me tight.
Her pussy must have been on fire, but she fought the urge to slip her fingers in.

"I am so happy with you, I feel I belong with you." More caressing, more tits rubbing together, more gentle kisses on her neck. Finally, her hands slid onto my ass. She pulled me tight and caressed my ass cheeks, groaning softly with her eyes half shut.
"Nataliya, we have to get up, Honey." She let go, so this time I made no attempt to stop her.
She got out of bed and picked up her robe. "I will start breakfast in 10 minutes ok?"

I knew she was heading to the shower for a play, but I had to act unaware, and I couldn’t listen in case Clive caught me. So I fingered myself to a climax and then put my robe on and headed to the kitchen.

During breakfast, I was aware of her looking at me several times as I chatted to Jenna, and I finally turned and smiled at her.

"Tonight I will run your bath for you, and Jenna will have your glass of wine ready, and I will cook again. I enjoyed it last night.”

Clive said something which I think was meant to be positive, but I wasn’t listening, my eyes were locked with Heather's, seeing her smile and knowing she was responding slowly to our relationship.

Once they had all left, I phoned Douglas.

“Hello, my soul stealer, phoning for an update, are you?”

“Yes, I could see Clive rushing about last night. Is the trap closing?”

“Dammit every sentence you utter gets me hard. It’s set, but he must spring it. I have spoken to people who are making sure certain items are missing or damaged, they are a key component so yesterday the problem was identified, today it grinds to a halt, the supplier has gone on holiday for 2 days and the message will be clear, Clive needs to go out there and sort it out. If he leaves today, then your 48 hours starts tomorrow. Even his best efforts will fail tomorrow, but offer a glimpse of resolving, so he will stay over.”

“That will be perfect, more than enough time.”

“You are very confident, you will update me later tonight?”

“I will be occupied later tonight.”

“Don’t get overconfident. If you ruin this and spoil my relationship with Heather, you will see a different side to me.”

Typical male pride and ego.

“She slept in my bed last night; if we had been alone, she would be mine.”

“Fuck, with Clive in the house? I want details when we lunch next.”

“Jenna will phone her this evening to say she's stopping with a friend who's unwell, I wonder if she could stay with you?”

“I think I could find some room in my bed. How long will her friend be unwell?”

“The same length of time I spend with Heather, just makes sure she's scrubbed clean for her return.”

“I will, 48 hours with Jenna, I think I will invest in that Viagra you mentioned before.”

“A wise man is not a disappointed man,” I said, laughing, and heard him laughing as well.