"Behind Closed Doors" Chapter 16
They pulled into a Hilton Inn about twenty miles inside the New Jersey state line. It was getting late in the afternoon, the sky was a golden yellow color. Robert parked in the valet and ran inside to check in while Miranda slowly got out of the car and stood waiting as the bellhop unloaded their bags.
She had been somewhat withdrawn since their argument back in the city and it was beginning to unnerve Robert, to say the least. She followed the man into the lobby and met back up with Robert as he came towards her, a room key now in his hand.
"You alright?", he asked out of curtesy. She meekly nodded and they rode the elevator up to the twelth floor. As they came up on their room, Robert felt obligated to mention "I didn't get anything too extravagant. We don't want to be obvious and we'll only be staying for a few days"
Again Miranda nodded and they entered the room, a standard double bed and a small tv set with a dresser and a narrow hallway that led to a tiny bathroom. He wasn't kidding.
Robert tipped the bellhop and closed the door behind him, going to sit on the bed next to Miranda, their luggage sat on the floor near the door.
"Miranda, when are you going to talk to me? I've been patient with you, but you're really starting to worry me", he said, sliding his arm lovingly around her shoulders. She shrugged it off and stood from the bed, going towards one of her suitcases and dragging it on the floor to the dresser so she could unpack a few things.
"Really?", Robert asked. "This is how I deserve to be treated? Miranda, I want to know what the hell happened in that building today!", he hollered, kneeling on the floor beside her and grabbing her shoulders to get her attention.
"Nothing", she lied, barely audible.
"What?", Robert asked.
"Nothing", she repeated, this time louder. "I'll just miss my job, that's all"
She hoped her lie would work, although she highly doubted it would. Inside, she was panicking. She had never intended to tell Robert about Irv, she didn't need him to feel sorry for her and he was already worried enough as it was.
"You expect me to believe that you're acting this way simply because you'll miss your job?",
Miranda stood up, hands on her hips. "Yes, I do", she answered as if it wasn't the most ridiculous excuse she ever came up with.
"That's bullshit, Miranda! All I've even done is try to help you and this is what I get??", he asked, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
"I don't have to tell you everything, Robert. This is NONE of your business", she argued back.
"Of course it's my business! You're the woman I love! Everything you DO concerns me!"
She dropped her arms from her sides and stared at him, feeling guilty. He saw her walls go down and immediately took the few steps up to her and threw his arms around her. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just love you so much", he said, pulling back slightly to kiss her mouth lovingly.
She kissed him back with all the emotion she had been feeling, holding his face in her hands as he tightened his arms around her waist. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she let out a soft moan. Her response gave him confidence and he moved his hands lower to her ass, pulling her closer...until he noticed the lack of panty lines. He didn't think anything of it at first, just smirked and lifted the hem of her dress, bunching the material in his hand on her lower back. He slid his free hand down to caress her ass sensually then moved it back up her back, feeling every inch of perfectly smooth white skin. Miranda suddenly flinched as he went over a particularly sore spot on her lower back.
Robert quickly released her lips and turned her around before she could protest, looking for what had caused her pain. "Robert, what are you doing?", she aked, trying to distract him. She struggled to spin back around before he saw something that gave her away, but he held her in place with his strong arms. He lifted her dress again and saw the ugly brown bruise that lay on her beautiful back. But his eyes shifted lower and he felt the blood run out of his face. A single drop of cum slid down her thigh, not easily visible, but he had seen it.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes, completely serious and questioning. "Tell me what happened right now", he demanded, holding her in place so she couldn't escape.
Miranda looked at him wide-eyed, she was beginning to pale as well. "It's noth--"
Robert shook her by her shoulders, hard. "DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME IT'S NOTHING! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!", he screamed at her.
She began to cry violently, scared to tell him and confused and frustrated and everything else she was feeling. "WHO?", Robert didn't give up. He hated to see her cry, but if he backed down now he might lost his chance. He had to break her to get it out of her.
She struggled to catch her breath before muttering in a broken sob "It w-was par-rt of our d-d-deal"
Robert pulled her to the bed and sat her down, sitting beside her and pulling her into his arms. "Who's deal? What are you talking about?", he coaxed.
"H-his and m-mine", she answered, still trembling.
Robert realized that he wasn't going to get her to explain while she was still so upset she could barely speak. "Alright, calm down. Calm down", he rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her back. "It's not good for the baby to be so upset. Just relax"
Miranda took a few deep breaths, gripping Robert's shirt in her fists and laying her head on his shoulder. When she had visibly relaxed a bit, he asked her again. "Who?"
She looked into his eyes and knew she'd been defeated. She should just accept the fact that she can't keep anything from Robert, he would always find out one way or another. "Irv", she whispered, looking down in shame.
Robert was confused. "Honey, wh-...who's Irv?", he questioned her, lifting her chin with his finger so she would look at him.
"My boss"
What?? Robert was completely thrown off. "And what's this about a deal?", he asked gently.
"I slept with him to keep my job, alright?", she said getting defensive.
Robert didn't know what to think. He was furious with this man, that was for sure, but he was still piecing everything together. "Willingly?"
He was afraid to hear the answer. "Of course not", Miranda snapped, outraged that he would even ask.
"I'm sorry, I just don't understand", Robert explained grabbing her hand to show his support.
"He was blackmailing me, Robert. And today when I went in there.....I...he...", she trailed off, still too worked up about the whole thing to come right out and say it. But Robert was seeing the light now...and it was red.
"Did he force himself on you?", he spit out with disgust in his voice.
"Yeah", Miranda replied, wiping at her face with her hand. She snifled and got up. "I'm going to take a shower"
"Yeah, alright", Robert replied. Although he really didn't want to end the conversation there and he still had a hundred more questions, he knew that he had pushed her too far. She had been through something aweful today and she was probably exhausted mentally and physically. He watched her pull a nighty out of her suitcase and disappear into the bathroom. A few moments later, the water turned on.
He sat there, his head a mess, wishing he could just snap his fingers and save her. He could hardly register the fact that she had been through so much pain. The thought of anyone touching her brought tears to his eyes and he started cryings, heavy, heartbroken sobs for the woman he loved. He couldn't help but to feel that some of her pain was caused by him. If he had been there all along, none of this would have happened. He could have protected her and loved her and he could have been the one to give her another child. He doubled over from the emotion the sobs were tearing out of him. He hoped that the shower was loud enough to drown out the sound of his broken heart. He didn't need Miranda to see or hear him like this. He had to be the strong one now. She had been on her own all these years....she had always been the strong one. But now she was breaking and he had to hold her together or no one else would.
Robert wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt and vowed never to let Miranda see him crying. He went through the travel bag on the floor and found a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt and changed just as he heard the shower go off. Miranda wasn't much longer...she opened the door of the bathroom dressed for bed in a soft pink nighty that fell to her midthigh. "You can use the bathroom now", she muttered as she headed, barefoot, to the bed and pulled back the covers to get in.
Robert thanked her and rushed in to relieve himself before washing his face which was still pretty sore. He switched off the light and walked back into the sleeping area, crossing it to make sure the door was locked then climbing in on the opposite side of the bed. He reached out and clicked the light off, putting the room in complete darkness.
He couldn't fall asleep though, his mind was still running...trying to catch up with all the new information he had taken in today. Out of the dark Miranda whispered "Robert?"
He turned over to face her direction. "Yeah?"
She reached her arms out and pulled on his neck, bringing his lips to hers in a needy kiss. When they pulled apart for some air Robert looked at her, caught off guard.
"Make me forget", she pleaded, pulling him back down and kissing him passionately. "Please", she whispered in between kisses. "Please"
He couldn't refuse her that. In fact, he wasn't sure he could refuse her anything...he loved her too much.
So he pulled her closer and kissed her like he meant it, trying to let her know what he felt. Her hands went down to his pants and she tugged them down the best she could. Robert reached under the covers and helped her, finally getting them around his ankles and kicking them off before returning to her soft full lips for another kiss.
His hand moved from her face, down over her shoulder and across her back, before it came to rest on her ass for the second time that night. He gently lifted the nighty up over her thighs and passed her bellybutton before he shifted her so she layed flat on her back. He moved in between her legs and placed loving kisses on her protruding belly, caressing it with his hands. Miranda ran her hands through his thick hair and moaned softly. She became impatient and grabbed her nightgown, struggling to pull it over her head. Robert lightly grabbed her wrists, stopping her and took the material out of her hands sliding it up her torso, over her head, and off, never breaking eye contact with her. He leant down and captured her lips once more, before peering down at what he had uncovered. Robert literally gasped. He looked back into her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Miranda"
She normally would have blushed, but tonight she just needed his love and he was giving it. She hooked her hands around the back of his neck and pulled into another kiss. She had neglected to put on any panties, which was just as well, Robert thought. He sensually kissed down her throat and over her chest, palming her breasts lightly in his hands. Her breathing was becoming shallower by the minute. "Do it now", she begged him.
He grabbed his erection and guided it slowly into her warmth, giving her a moment to adjust. They both groaned at the connection before Robert started slowly thrusting in and out of her, careful to not put pressure on her stomach. "Ohhhhhh....more", Miranda moaned. She slid her hands over his back and pulled him into her. "I need more"
Robert began thrusting faster into her, paying attention to what made her moan the most. He returned to her neck and sucked on the soft skin he found there, marveling in the beauty of this woman. His arms stayed wrapped securely around her, never letting go. "Oh, Miranda", he called out, pushing into her harder. She tilted her head back and let out a sensual, drawn out "Yesssss". They rocked together until Robert felt her begin to squeeze around him. He tipped her head back to him and kissed her lips, then starred into her eyes, not an inch apart as they both climaxed together. "Robert", she cried, burrying her face in the crook of his shoulder. He sighed contentedly and slipped out of her, rolling to the side and taking her with him.
He held her comfortably in his arms as she closed her eyes, worn out. "Thank you", she whispered next to his ear, snuggling in closer.
Robert felt a tear fall from his cheek from the pure, innocent love he had just made with her. "I love you, Miranda", he said placing a kiss on her cheek.
She kept her eyes closed, but a small smile appeared on her lips before they both drifted off, ready for this day to be over.........
She had been somewhat withdrawn since their argument back in the city and it was beginning to unnerve Robert, to say the least. She followed the man into the lobby and met back up with Robert as he came towards her, a room key now in his hand.
"You alright?", he asked out of curtesy. She meekly nodded and they rode the elevator up to the twelth floor. As they came up on their room, Robert felt obligated to mention "I didn't get anything too extravagant. We don't want to be obvious and we'll only be staying for a few days"
Again Miranda nodded and they entered the room, a standard double bed and a small tv set with a dresser and a narrow hallway that led to a tiny bathroom. He wasn't kidding.
Robert tipped the bellhop and closed the door behind him, going to sit on the bed next to Miranda, their luggage sat on the floor near the door.
"Miranda, when are you going to talk to me? I've been patient with you, but you're really starting to worry me", he said, sliding his arm lovingly around her shoulders. She shrugged it off and stood from the bed, going towards one of her suitcases and dragging it on the floor to the dresser so she could unpack a few things.
"Really?", Robert asked. "This is how I deserve to be treated? Miranda, I want to know what the hell happened in that building today!", he hollered, kneeling on the floor beside her and grabbing her shoulders to get her attention.
"Nothing", she lied, barely audible.
"What?", Robert asked.
"Nothing", she repeated, this time louder. "I'll just miss my job, that's all"
She hoped her lie would work, although she highly doubted it would. Inside, she was panicking. She had never intended to tell Robert about Irv, she didn't need him to feel sorry for her and he was already worried enough as it was.
"You expect me to believe that you're acting this way simply because you'll miss your job?",
Miranda stood up, hands on her hips. "Yes, I do", she answered as if it wasn't the most ridiculous excuse she ever came up with.
"That's bullshit, Miranda! All I've even done is try to help you and this is what I get??", he asked, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
"I don't have to tell you everything, Robert. This is NONE of your business", she argued back.
"Of course it's my business! You're the woman I love! Everything you DO concerns me!"
She dropped her arms from her sides and stared at him, feeling guilty. He saw her walls go down and immediately took the few steps up to her and threw his arms around her. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just love you so much", he said, pulling back slightly to kiss her mouth lovingly.
She kissed him back with all the emotion she had been feeling, holding his face in her hands as he tightened his arms around her waist. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she let out a soft moan. Her response gave him confidence and he moved his hands lower to her ass, pulling her closer...until he noticed the lack of panty lines. He didn't think anything of it at first, just smirked and lifted the hem of her dress, bunching the material in his hand on her lower back. He slid his free hand down to caress her ass sensually then moved it back up her back, feeling every inch of perfectly smooth white skin. Miranda suddenly flinched as he went over a particularly sore spot on her lower back.
Robert quickly released her lips and turned her around before she could protest, looking for what had caused her pain. "Robert, what are you doing?", she aked, trying to distract him. She struggled to spin back around before he saw something that gave her away, but he held her in place with his strong arms. He lifted her dress again and saw the ugly brown bruise that lay on her beautiful back. But his eyes shifted lower and he felt the blood run out of his face. A single drop of cum slid down her thigh, not easily visible, but he had seen it.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes, completely serious and questioning. "Tell me what happened right now", he demanded, holding her in place so she couldn't escape.
Miranda looked at him wide-eyed, she was beginning to pale as well. "It's noth--"
Robert shook her by her shoulders, hard. "DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME IT'S NOTHING! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!", he screamed at her.
She began to cry violently, scared to tell him and confused and frustrated and everything else she was feeling. "WHO?", Robert didn't give up. He hated to see her cry, but if he backed down now he might lost his chance. He had to break her to get it out of her.
She struggled to catch her breath before muttering in a broken sob "It w-was par-rt of our d-d-deal"
Robert pulled her to the bed and sat her down, sitting beside her and pulling her into his arms. "Who's deal? What are you talking about?", he coaxed.
"H-his and m-mine", she answered, still trembling.
Robert realized that he wasn't going to get her to explain while she was still so upset she could barely speak. "Alright, calm down. Calm down", he rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her back. "It's not good for the baby to be so upset. Just relax"
Miranda took a few deep breaths, gripping Robert's shirt in her fists and laying her head on his shoulder. When she had visibly relaxed a bit, he asked her again. "Who?"
She looked into his eyes and knew she'd been defeated. She should just accept the fact that she can't keep anything from Robert, he would always find out one way or another. "Irv", she whispered, looking down in shame.
Robert was confused. "Honey, wh-...who's Irv?", he questioned her, lifting her chin with his finger so she would look at him.
"My boss"
What?? Robert was completely thrown off. "And what's this about a deal?", he asked gently.
"I slept with him to keep my job, alright?", she said getting defensive.
Robert didn't know what to think. He was furious with this man, that was for sure, but he was still piecing everything together. "Willingly?"
He was afraid to hear the answer. "Of course not", Miranda snapped, outraged that he would even ask.
"I'm sorry, I just don't understand", Robert explained grabbing her hand to show his support.
"He was blackmailing me, Robert. And today when I went in there.....I...he...", she trailed off, still too worked up about the whole thing to come right out and say it. But Robert was seeing the light now...and it was red.
"Did he force himself on you?", he spit out with disgust in his voice.
"Yeah", Miranda replied, wiping at her face with her hand. She snifled and got up. "I'm going to take a shower"
"Yeah, alright", Robert replied. Although he really didn't want to end the conversation there and he still had a hundred more questions, he knew that he had pushed her too far. She had been through something aweful today and she was probably exhausted mentally and physically. He watched her pull a nighty out of her suitcase and disappear into the bathroom. A few moments later, the water turned on.
He sat there, his head a mess, wishing he could just snap his fingers and save her. He could hardly register the fact that she had been through so much pain. The thought of anyone touching her brought tears to his eyes and he started cryings, heavy, heartbroken sobs for the woman he loved. He couldn't help but to feel that some of her pain was caused by him. If he had been there all along, none of this would have happened. He could have protected her and loved her and he could have been the one to give her another child. He doubled over from the emotion the sobs were tearing out of him. He hoped that the shower was loud enough to drown out the sound of his broken heart. He didn't need Miranda to see or hear him like this. He had to be the strong one now. She had been on her own all these years....she had always been the strong one. But now she was breaking and he had to hold her together or no one else would.
Robert wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt and vowed never to let Miranda see him crying. He went through the travel bag on the floor and found a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt and changed just as he heard the shower go off. Miranda wasn't much longer...she opened the door of the bathroom dressed for bed in a soft pink nighty that fell to her midthigh. "You can use the bathroom now", she muttered as she headed, barefoot, to the bed and pulled back the covers to get in.
Robert thanked her and rushed in to relieve himself before washing his face which was still pretty sore. He switched off the light and walked back into the sleeping area, crossing it to make sure the door was locked then climbing in on the opposite side of the bed. He reached out and clicked the light off, putting the room in complete darkness.
He couldn't fall asleep though, his mind was still running...trying to catch up with all the new information he had taken in today. Out of the dark Miranda whispered "Robert?"
He turned over to face her direction. "Yeah?"
She reached her arms out and pulled on his neck, bringing his lips to hers in a needy kiss. When they pulled apart for some air Robert looked at her, caught off guard.
"Make me forget", she pleaded, pulling him back down and kissing him passionately. "Please", she whispered in between kisses. "Please"
He couldn't refuse her that. In fact, he wasn't sure he could refuse her anything...he loved her too much.
So he pulled her closer and kissed her like he meant it, trying to let her know what he felt. Her hands went down to his pants and she tugged them down the best she could. Robert reached under the covers and helped her, finally getting them around his ankles and kicking them off before returning to her soft full lips for another kiss.
His hand moved from her face, down over her shoulder and across her back, before it came to rest on her ass for the second time that night. He gently lifted the nighty up over her thighs and passed her bellybutton before he shifted her so she layed flat on her back. He moved in between her legs and placed loving kisses on her protruding belly, caressing it with his hands. Miranda ran her hands through his thick hair and moaned softly. She became impatient and grabbed her nightgown, struggling to pull it over her head. Robert lightly grabbed her wrists, stopping her and took the material out of her hands sliding it up her torso, over her head, and off, never breaking eye contact with her. He leant down and captured her lips once more, before peering down at what he had uncovered. Robert literally gasped. He looked back into her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Miranda"
She normally would have blushed, but tonight she just needed his love and he was giving it. She hooked her hands around the back of his neck and pulled into another kiss. She had neglected to put on any panties, which was just as well, Robert thought. He sensually kissed down her throat and over her chest, palming her breasts lightly in his hands. Her breathing was becoming shallower by the minute. "Do it now", she begged him.
He grabbed his erection and guided it slowly into her warmth, giving her a moment to adjust. They both groaned at the connection before Robert started slowly thrusting in and out of her, careful to not put pressure on her stomach. "Ohhhhhh....more", Miranda moaned. She slid her hands over his back and pulled him into her. "I need more"
Robert began thrusting faster into her, paying attention to what made her moan the most. He returned to her neck and sucked on the soft skin he found there, marveling in the beauty of this woman. His arms stayed wrapped securely around her, never letting go. "Oh, Miranda", he called out, pushing into her harder. She tilted her head back and let out a sensual, drawn out "Yesssss". They rocked together until Robert felt her begin to squeeze around him. He tipped her head back to him and kissed her lips, then starred into her eyes, not an inch apart as they both climaxed together. "Robert", she cried, burrying her face in the crook of his shoulder. He sighed contentedly and slipped out of her, rolling to the side and taking her with him.
He held her comfortably in his arms as she closed her eyes, worn out. "Thank you", she whispered next to his ear, snuggling in closer.
Robert felt a tear fall from his cheek from the pure, innocent love he had just made with her. "I love you, Miranda", he said placing a kiss on her cheek.
She kept her eyes closed, but a small smile appeared on her lips before they both drifted off, ready for this day to be over.........