Sweet Revenge: A Nanny to Mommy Romantic Suspense

by Ford, Mia

  “So, would you like to try something different?” Ted proposed in the middle.

  I was getting close to orgasm, but I was very interested in what he might have in mind.

  “Sure,” I said.

  A moment later I heard Ted lathering his stiff cock up with some liquid soap. And then I felt the head of his dick pressing into my ass. I braced myself. I’d never actually experienced this but I’d always been kind of curious. Before this I’d never met anyone that I trusted enough to try the back door, but I trusted Ted with all my heart and soul.

  Soon, he was deep inside of me. It felt different at first, but as I got into it I loved it. There was an intimacy to it that was different than straight intercourse. It didn’t hurt at all. I imagined because Ted went slowly and he made sure to include adequate lubrication.

  As he fucked me anally, his other hand reached around and fingered my pussy.

  Soon I came, and I came hard.

  Afterwards I was pleasantly surprised with what had occurred. It was another first for us and I was glad I’d saved something so intimate for him. It was just another beautiful expression of our lovemaking and I’d enjoyed it so much. I was looking forward to it again sometime in the near future.

  Though we’d been travelling for a long while and we’d just landed, we decided not to waste the first day recovering just from travelling. We were fairly young after all, and both in very good physical condition.

  We checked on our itinerary of places we wanted to go and visit and set out on our first journey. I was excited beyond belief. I truly felt the same sense of wonder and giddiness that a young child feels when they are on vacation for the first time with their family. Everything is new and exciting because you haven’t experienced anything yet and all you see and do just takes on a much more pronounced experience in your mind.

  The first thing we did was water skiing. It had been a while since I’d attempted water skiing, but I’ve always been a good swimmer so I said we would try it out. It was Ted’s idea that I go first.

  I got set up on my skis and grabbed the rope line securely, while Ted hopped behind the wheel of the motorboat we’d rented. He was a surprisingly great driver and didn’t try to make me go too fast for my own good, but he made sure that I was able to keep a good, challenging pace for myself. He always knew me and what I could handle. That was a gift, a talent he had. There was just some way that he had of reading me always. I liked to think I had the same with him, but he truly had been blessed with a skill I don’t think I have been.

  “Do some tricks!” Ted yelled playfully as I sped along.

  Being out on the skis again made me realize how much time I’d devoted to work and being alone in my life. Ted had this zest for fun adventure that I used to have. He’d awakened it in me and I was forever grateful to him for that. A part of me had died when my parents did and I’d been forced to grow up too quickly. When that happens to a kid, sometimes the lines between childhood and adulthood can get very blurred. That had happened to me. Some days it felt that I was just going through the motions with no end result in mind, no reset button to start over on a new path.

  When that happens to someone it is so easy to get disillusioned and bored with everything.

  Being with Ted had become so instrumental in clearing away that kind of clutter in my life. I felt almost reborn being with him. And water skiing that first day of our honeymoon, the first day of the rest of our lives together as husband and wife, was more special than I could ever truly explain.

  I pretended to not notice that he had fallen and I drove the boat out a little way before circling around to pick him up.

  “That’s hilarious,” Ted said climbing back in the boat.

  “I thought so.”

  Ted wrapped his arms around me and for a moment I thought he was just going to give me the old heave-ho over into the water, but instead he just held me closely and kissed me as I pretended to resist and squirm.

  “I love you,” Ted said. His sweet voice whispering those words in my ear was something I would never get over. And so far he’d whispered those sweet words into my ear at least once a day, usually two or three times. And every single time he did it felt like the first time. The world stood still around us and I just felt at home with him.

  “So, have you read up on Acapulco recently?” Ted asked after he’d had his turn. I was impressed with the way he slid across the water. He kept urging me to go faster until I was moving along full throttle. The show off even did a few flips and one handed maneuvers. Eventually, he tried the one-foot approach and fell topsy-turvy into the water.

  “What do you mean?”

  Ted was smiling and chuckling to himself as he looked over his phone.

  “I was researching some fun things to do around here the other day and I bookmarked a few things I wanted to check out. There is an underwater cave network not far from here that might be really fun to look at. I’ve always loved natural wonders like that.”

  “Yeah, me too,” I said. “My family went on vacation in Virginia once and we found a lot of cool stuff like that there.”

  “So, let’s do it,” Ted said.

  * * *

  “I can’t get over how tasty this rice dish is here,” Ted said.

  I loved watching the man eat. I’d never seen someone really devour their food so quickly while enjoying it so heavily all at the same time. It was almost like he was making love to it and I found myself jealous of that dish.

  The day had been busy but exciting. After leaving our suite we went on the guided tour to the Valla Caverns. They were so impressive. It almost looked like something man made at first glance, like a true work of art, but after a few minutes of being down there you were overtaken by the amazing sights, the smells, the feeling that you were standing in something that was possibly older than humanity. If you had any religious beliefs, you were inclined to believe that a divine hand was definitely at work here. The designs on the top of the canyons combined with the smooth rock that formed them clashed together to create something that was both visually stunning and otherworldly beautiful. I felt blessed to be able to walk down there and to breathe the air that was older than I would probably ever know.

  Ted had a blast following the tour guide and asking a zillion questions, some of them really humorous and silly which began to take their toll on the guide about halfway along the tour. But the guide stayed professional and answered any of the inquiries that Ted and the others had as best he could.

  After the tour, we decided to call it a day on the adventures and sample some of the local cuisine. I was starving. It had escaped me that I had not eaten anything since the airplane about seven hours earlier.

  “Let me try some,” I said grabbing my spoon and helping myself to a big spoonful.

  “Hey, did I say you could have some of my stuff?” Ted asked mockingly.

  “Yes,” I replied. “You said it with your eyes.”

  “You little Manx,” Ted said, his eyes narrowing into sexy slits. “You are going to get what’s coming to you. Yep, that is right.”

  I rolled my eyes, really laying it on. “Fine. Here, you go.”

  Grabbing my spoon, I dumped a big heaping pile of my burrito mixture onto his plate. He nodded and spooned it into his mouth.

  “Damn, that is good,” Ted said. “I think it might be better than mine. Want to trade?”

  “No, I don’t want to trade,” I laughed.

  “So, what is on the agenda for tomorrow?” Ted asked.

  “Why are you looking forward to getting back home that quickly?”

  Ted shrugged. “No, but I’m not sure we can top today. It’s been pretty awesome.”

  I grabbed the itinerary and gave it a look.

  Ted laughed. “You are so organized. It’s kind of weird.”

  “I am used to it because of my work.”

  “Yeah, but it seems obsessive compulsive to me.”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m just very careful wi
th detail. Now, let’s see here. Oh, tomorrow we are planning to go do some golfing and then we are going to sample some of the dancing in the clubs. At least that was my plan. If you have something you’d like to change or some other idea, I am all for it.”

  Ted leaned back and looked at me. “No, I’m just fine with what you have planned.” He paused a moment.

  Finally, I said, “Spill it.”

  A naughty look entered Ted’s eye. I was used to this look and God help me I found it devilishly charming and irresistible.

  Ted took a sip of his merlot. “Well, in doing some research about the area I discovered there is some cock fighting nearby.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Cock fighting. It’s where they set up a couple of roosters to fight each other. It’s great fun. Plus, you can make some action on it.”

  “I don’t need action,” I reminded him. “Plus, it’s barbaric and sick. You would want to see that?”

  “Well, I just think it might be fun and different. But I understand if you don’t want to go. But you did mention once you’d like to see some bullfighting. I don’t think it’s any different.”

  I sat there looking at him. I had said that. It was one of those things that sounded interesting at the time and you heard a lot about, especially if you were on your way to Mexico, but upon further deliberation I realized that it was not a sport I’d want to be a spectator at either.

  “I’d rather not,” I said.

  We finished eating and went back to our room. Later that night while lying in bed I found myself thinking about the suggestion. Did Ted really want to see such a sick, disgusting, sport? I’d never really understood sports involving animals. They always seemed cruel and sick to me.

  I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep. I slept soundly and awoke to a bright new day. It was still just after sunrise when I finally stirred from my slumber. I’d been dreaming, but I wasn’t sure what about. It was incredibly sad though, I can remember that vividly. And when I woke up I was almost in tears. I didn’t have the slightest idea why or what had brought me down so low.

  I looked to my right and Ted was gone. His side of the bed was empty. I listened carefully thinking that he might just be in the bathroom, but I heard nothing.

  My curiosity got the best of me and I rolled out of bed. I was still naked as can be. The air was chilly against my skin, but it felt liberating. Plus, I figured when I found Ted then I would surprise him with my still naked body. That might get him in the mood at least, not that he’d ever needed much prodding.

  He was in the living room sitting on the couch wearing his robe, reading a Stephen King novel, and enjoying a hot cup of coffee.

  “Hey,” I said.

  Ted looked up at me and when he saw my naked form he smiled. “Wow, that is a beautiful sight.”

  With that Ted opened his robe to reveal how ready he was. His cock was standing at full attention, as if he’d been waiting for me.

  “I guess great minds think alike,” I said.

  I sank down on top of him.

  * * *

  One Month Later

  “Take care! Thanks for coming!”

  Ted escorted the last of his guests out the door and closed it behind them. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was so glad to have the house back nice and quiet. Even if there was a heap of a mess everywhere around me. I’d need to contact the cleaning crew that I now had basically on speed dial to clean the place up after the lavish, crazy party that Ted had decided to throw on a random Tuesday.

  It was becoming almost a daily thing. I’d come home from working and running the family business to find Ted and several of his friends (or sometimes dozens like tonight) having a party or at the very least a loud, crazy poker game that had spun out of control and was now more like several frat boys messing up the house.

  “Wow, that was a good one,” Ted said bouncing back into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

  “Another party?” I asked. “We just had a huge party Saturday. And last Wednesday.”

  “So?” Ted asked.

  “So? I’m getting a bit tired of coming home to chaos. I would like to have some peaceful nights at home every now and then.”

  “What? There is no fun in that. We aren’t a couple of old fogies.”

  “No, but I do have a business to run. Did it ever occur to you that I’m a bit tired at the end of the day and would just like some peace?”

  Ted glared at me. “Really? Well, excuse the hell out of me. I didn’t realize what an inconvenience I had become. It must be nice having a place to go to everyday when everything in the world you touch turns to gold while everything in my life turns to shit!”

  Ted was yelling now. I’d never heard him raise his voice like that. I thought he might just be drunk, but he didn’t seem that out of control of his faculties. He actually seemed like he was perfectly lucid.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry that things aren’t working out well for you with your business, but that is no reason to party every night when I’m paying for it.”

  I started walking towards the living room and Ted stood in my way.

  “Don’t you ever try to imply that I’m some kind of damn freeloader. I’ll knock you across the damn room. Got me? I work damn hard. I’m trying like hell pounding the pavement and trying to get my business off the ground. Do you know what it’s like to have the door slammed shut in your face every single day? DO YOU!”

  Ted’s finger was in my face. The fingers of his other hand were digging into my flesh now.

  “You’re hurting me…” I groaned in pain.

  Ted laughed. “You’re hurting me. And you are too fucking stupid to realize it! Never disrespect me or my friends again. You’ll be sorry as shit if you do.”

  He threw my arm down, grabbed his beer, and walked through the living room and down the stairs towards the billiard room where he spent most of his nights recently.

  I stood there stunned in silence. What had just happened? Ted had hurt my arm and threatened me. His voice sounded so cold, so evil. Like it wasn’t even him.

  It was then that I began to think I might have made a big mistake.

  But I had no way of knowing how right I was.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ted

  After our little fight I cooled off a bit in the billiard room where I drank some whiskey and shot some pool. It was a great way to relieve some steam and just reflect on things. So far, our marriage had been going nice and smooth. I did what I wanted and I treated her well. So far, she’d been fine with it. We did fun things together and we had regular, mind blowing sex.

  But now suddenly, she had a problem with me and my partying ways. I was not going to live like some stiff. I had to have some fun. She had her goofy company to pretend to run. Hell, anyone with a grain of salt for brains knew that she had no idea what she was doing and if it wasn’t for all the people who actually ran that company it would have gone into the ground quickly.

  Recently I’d befriended a few of these fellas and started hanging out on the golf course with them. They were cool, old cats and they had actually taken me under their wing. I was learning a lot about the company, the business, and what it took to run it successfully. You had to be ruthless, and you had to be absolutely brutal sometimes.

  I had that. I had that in spades. I’d never had a problem moving someone out of my way to get what I wanted. It was all good as far as I was concerned.

  Now Leia on the other hand… she was too kind. She was just too nice for the cutthroat world of business and she had no way of knowing if she was actually earning her fair share or not. As far as I could tell everything was on the up and up, but it could have gone south at any time. That made me nervous. I’d decided I was going to learn as much as I could and then I was going to start running things properly.

  It was basically my company now, too.

  I poured another whiskey and then took a few shots, sinking several balls inc
luding a nice combo shot. Pool was the most relaxing game ever created, I thought. It was perfect in its smoothness, its flow, and its geometry. I’d been getting very good at it lately as I played daily.

  After clearing the table, I racked them again, got into position, and let fly a wonderfully hard shot that scattered the balls well across the table and even sinking a few.

  As I began to play my game, my mind drifted back to the argument from before. I chuckled to myself as the memory came back.

  “That bitch…” I muttered. “How dare she try to tell me what to do?”

  I was going to hang with my friends whenever I wanted to and that was all there was to it. There was no way in hell I was going to let this woman tell me what I was going to do with my life and my time. Besides I never complained when she had her idiotic friends over to gab about nonsense or how their relationships were going.

  “Well, now she has something to tell them,” I giggled.

  But my joy quickly turned sour as I continued to play. She’d better not say anything to her friends about what I said to her. She made me angry coming home and ignoring my friends, trying to pick me apart, and asking me if I’d done this or that like I was her Goddamn errand boy. How dare she?

  “Bitch,” I muttered again as I sank another ball into the corner pocket.

  She had some nerve. But I’d put her in her place and for the first time she could see what a real dick I could be and how miserable her life could be if she pushed me and didn’t let me do my thing. The honeymoon was over. It was time for her to wake up and smell the coffee.

  I had arrived and I was there to stay.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Leia

  One Month Later

  I slumped against the refrigerator and took several deep breaths. After a moment I found the will to open it and grab a yogurt. I shut the door, picked up a spoon from the silverware drawer, grabbed a banana, and sat down at the table only to realize I wasn’t hungry at all. I just felt nauseous.