Just two months previously, Eric had discovered his father's secret. Now they lay together on the day bed enjoying a quiet winter afternoon. The warmth of this magical woman radiated through him. Essa sipped her glass of wine. Her grey-green eyes scanned his body and then met his stare. She held his gaze, bent forward, and kissed him. Eric felt himself failing once again under her spell.
Naked conviviality encouraged his touch. As he enjoyed the feel of her skin against his finger, he thought back over what had just happened in his life. It had taken just over a month to get the estate settled. His father had simplified his affairs by placing the names of both of his sons on the house and car titles and on his bank accounts. Paul, his brother was not interested in the house or the family possessions. He lived in Quebec and just he just wanted a cheque for his share. An electronic bank draft had taken care of any filial responsibilities.
The hardest part had been selling the Seattle condominium and moving to the small town. Urgency, had forced Eric to accept a price that was less than market value, but expediency had overcome monetary common sense. His desire to be in his father's house and especially to enjoy the secrets of doll had won out over everything else.
As a freelance writer, he could carry on his business life from almost anywhere. Eric supplemented his income with investments on the stock market. His computer account allowed him to invest from anywhere that had an Internet connection. Nevertheless, he missed the big city. He missed its excitement. Then Eric's fingers found the warmth of her inner thigh. The touch evoked the reason for all the changes in his life, Essa. Yet along with the excitement, passion, and delight she brought to his life, there was apprehension too. "Mmmm, you are so lovely," he said as the back of Eric's fingers brushed against the softness of her belly.
"I am so glad you called upon me, today," Essa purred. "It's so boring being locked away. I love being with you," she whispered softly in his ear. A gentle touch traced random patterns over his neck, chest, and abdomen. She took great joy in teasing and foreplay and the pleasure it brought to her and her partners. Even so, she never allowed gratification to overcome her primary need.
Eric was conscious of his growing excitement. He tired to still his growing desire by asking a mundane question. "How do you spend your time?" However, even as he did, Eric continued to tug and rub her pussy hair between his fingers.
"Well there is little to do really," Essa replied cautiously. "Your father always placed me so that I could look out the window. That is something, which I really enjoy especially on a sunny afternoon like today. I like watching the birds too. That is why your father placed the bird feeder by the window. I can look about the room and see what you are doing." There was a long pause, and then Essa continued in a dejected tone. "But most of the time I just wait in darkness...until ...I don't want to talk now...I just..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes closed, and her body tensed. Heat and dampness enveloped his fingers. Eric noticed the quick change in her demeanor, and decided to enjoy her sweet attentions as she seductively repositioned her body and began to kiss Eric's cheek.
Her tongue traced minute patterns along his neck and she bit his ear. In a soft, husky, whisper she said, "I like the way you treat me Eric. I'm glad I have remained in your family." Essa's hand now began to move over Eric's navel. Her touch tantalized and aroused him.
His lips moved, "Essa, I..." A gentle finger on his lips stopped him before he could continue.
"Listen, my sweet, I can only speak freely for a few moments. You and your father, well, you are different from the others. You treat me as an equal, more like a friend than a servant."
Essa's statements startled Eric. For a moment, she appeared vulnerable, almost fragile. He felt her body relax. She learned forward. Her body slid slowly over his. Her warmth enveloped him. She softly rubbed his face with her hands. It was a gentle, tender moment. Eric caressed her back and softly rubbed her back and buttocks. She straddled him and Eric felt her vaginal muscles contract around his cock. His mind swam in a sea of erotic and romantic feelings. Essa's lips brushed against his. Eric found himself whispering, "Oh my God this is wonderful...I want to keep you around forever... Oh you make me feel so..." His breath quickened. "...Oh God this feels good! I want you with me always..."
Essa nuzzled into his neck. "That's risky. Truly knowing me can be very dangerous." She replied between pants. "I told your father a lot about me. There is a cruel price to be paid for knowing me... Oh...Oh...Yes...He used the com...comp..."
"Computer," Eric interjected as he thrust upwards.
"Yes...yes...yes...that and some silver disks..." Essa's voice trailed off replaced by an urgent rocking and quickened, impatient breathing. The delicious contractions that encircled Eric's cock resumed and drew him into another world. Their passion built to a crescendo. Essa screamed and shuddered while blackness enveloped Eric.
It was the sharp pain in his left leg that awoke Eric. The wooden doll was wedged under his leg. Tired and drained he lurched to his feet, grabbed the doll, and stumbled towards the combination laundry room and bathroom. He placed the doll on the chest by the door
Eric rummaged through the drawers of his father's roll top desk. He had been through them before but now he knew what he what he was looking for. Still he had found nothing. He straightened up in the swivel chair and glanced again at the open bottom drawer. It seemed to hold only some loose-leaf paper, used file folders, and an empty binder. However, something caught his eye. From the outside, the drawer seemed deeper than it appeared on the inside. Eric removed the contents and easily found the false bottom. At the bottom of the drawer were a series of CD's.
Eric loaded the CD. While he waited for it to begin to play, he pushed the chair back from the desk and peered around the Chinese screen that separated the desk area from the rest of the room. The doll on the oak chest of drawers captured his gaze. His body tingled. Could she see what he was doing? Then Essa's voice crackled from the small speakers of the laptop. "I lived in Constanta. My father was a merchant prince. My mother had died during childbirth so each spring he sent me into the country to spend the summer with my aunt, Zincuda. She was my father's sister and a very vile woman. Oh, how I hated her. However, I liked her daughter Alyana and her son Stephan. Yes, how I liked Stephan!" she said with a giggle.
"And did he like you?"
The sound of his father's voice startled Eric. He had not heard it since before his father's death. Eric's interest in the recording intensified and he leaned closer to the laptop, which sat on the roll top desk. Eric had chosen the disc marked "Clue to the Beginning." He turned up the volume. His father had assumed the role of interviewer. What followed was a boring dialogue that centered on life in ancient Romania and a description of the countryside. Growing impatient, Eric fast-forwarded the recording until he found a section where Essa was describing a meeting between herself and Stephan.
As he listened, he felt increasingly like a voyeur. Essa's teasing voice could be heard along with the sound of a zipper. "Before I continue, you need to get out of these. Oh what do we have here?" There was a pause in the dialogue followed by a male moan and a female giggle. "...So you want to know all the details...does it excite you?" There was joint laughter and then she resumed her story. "There was a stone shed where they stored the grain for the animals a short distance from the family cottage and barn. It also had some stalls for the spring lambs. I enjoyed going there to get away from my aunt.
"My aunt and Alyana had taken the horse and wagon to the nearby village that day. They were taking some eggs, some freshly cured meat, and some baking into the market to barter for some of the things we needed. Each time I arrived at the farm I brought with me some silver coins, some bolts of cloth, and a case of wine. The wine and the coins never lasted long with Aunt Zincuda, especially the wine. She liked her fermented grapes. That meant that she had to regularly head into the village to maintain her wine cellar.
"This left Stephan and I alone on the farm. I really fancied him. I often caught him looking at me. Stephan was working in the fields and when I finished my household chores, I headed to the shed with my diary to write and dream.
"The lambs had recently been put out in the pasture and fresh straw lay in their pen. I pulled a sack of grain over to the window in the pen and opened the shutters. I used the stone windowsill as my tabletop.
