Chapter 15 Let Go Before Anyone Comes Along

• It was a breezy summer evening, and the cooling, gentle breeze could make one forget all frustrations and anger.
• Clarice walked behind the tall flowering bushes and stopped in front of a stone table set in a secluded corner of the garden. After sitting down on one of the three smooth stools, she started sipping on her wine.
• It had been a busy day for her and she was beginning to feel tired after a few sips of wine. She supported her chin in her palm, dreamily staring into the dark, dazed and oblivious to the figure that was creeping up to her.
• Suddenly, a warm and strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist, startling her. She was about to let out a scream when her mouth was covered by the hand, a slightly dry hand with a familiar cologne scent.
• Elijah!
• Her eyes widened in anger, and she struggled, trying to make noise.
• “So you figured out it is me?” Elijah cheerfully whispered into her ear.
• He lifted her up and sat down on the stool himself before placing her on his lap, straddled in front of him.
• He sat her in such a close and intimate position that Clarice blushed in embarrassment. At the same time, angry tears welled up in her eyes.
• “Let go of me!” she struggled.
• After all, they were in the garden of the Zimmerman Residence. Although that was a secluded spot, there was always a possibility someone could walk by and chance upon them.
• “Don't worry, there's no one around.”
• “How could you be so sure?”
• “I checked on my way here.”
• Clarice was left speechless.
• What a shameless man! How audacious!
• “Let go of me, Elijah!”
• “What did you just call me?”
• Elijah not only ignored her plea to let go but went further by teasingly pinching her ample bosom. At the same time, after his other hand clamped on to her chin to prevent her head from turning, he moved in to naughtily bite her on her lips.
• “No!” Clarice shouted in panic. It would have been too obvious if he left a love bite on her lips.
• “Now, what should you be calling me?” Elijah was not about to let her off lightly.
• Clarice was worried and frustrated, yet she had no choice but to submit to him. “Uncle Elijah, my dear uncle Elijah. Please let me go. I am worried someone would see...” she softly whined and pleaded with him, sounding like a pitiful little kitten.
• “Shhh... no one will come by. Be a good girl.” Her soft pleading aroused Elijah, and his breathing became shallow and fast. He forcefully pried open her mouth and kissed her passionately. At the same time, he exerted more force on her waist, pressing her body closer to his.
• “Um...” Clarice was in distress, and tears welled up in her eyes. She was worried they would be caught in this indecent act and also felt humiliated being forced upon.
• She struggled to break free but was no match for his strength.
• His big warm hands fondled her body erotically, and his lips moved sensuously around her neck, kissing, licking, and lightly biting her sensitive erogenous zone. She was defenseless against this skillful, charming man and was soon turned on.
• She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into him, mourning, “Softer, softer...”
• “Call me.”
• “Uncle Elijah...Um...” Their passion and lust turned the night hot and steamy.
• Elijah's deep dark eyes were twinkling as he stared at the figure in his arms. Suddenly, detecting some unusual movements, he turned and looked in the direction of the thick bushes. Through the little gaps in the bushes, he could see two familiar figures stopping a short distance from the other side of the thick bushes.
• Elijah's mouth silently curved up into a smile. He covered Clarice's mouth, then mischievously leaned in to scare her, whispering, “Shhh... someone is here.”
• The body in his arms tensed up instantly, and that gave him immense sadist pleasure.