by Izzy Slam
An hour later, we were both spent as we lay next to each other, our bodies open as we tried to cool off.
“Are you too tired to cook, my love?” He drew my hair to his nose and pulled in my scent, one of the many things I loved about him.
“No, Master. We have plenty of cornbread and fixings for a stew. I know you must be particularly hungry.”
“I am. But I want to take you to dinner tonight, give you a night off.”
“You do? That’s very sweet, but can we afford it?”
He softly ran his hand over my exposed breast, making me quiver between the legs all over again. “Well, in all honesty, no. But I still want to take you to The Winchester, and I won’t take no for an answer. You deserve a fancy meal.”
And a fancy meal was what I got. I don’t think I could have hand picked a better husband.
Brother Abram, who owned The Winchester, ended up giving us our meal as a wedding gift, but Master left him a nice, hefty tip before we left.
“You’re the most amazing owner a girl could ever ask for, you know that?”
He pulled me in his arms, right there in the street as a crowd passed by, and he cupped my bottom with his rugged hands. “I’m only amazing because you’re in my life. And don’t you ever forget that.”
I knew I was right where I belonged.
~The End
Claimed by the Silver Fox
***
Lilly
I’ve just bought my first mobile home and I couldn’t be more excited. But when I move in and find that it’s already occupied by some silver-haired older man, I couldn’t be more pissed. Garret claims that HE’S the proud owner of this hunk of trailer luxury. But he’s wrong, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter how pushy he gets, how many times he threatens to put me over his knee, or how turned on I get at his touch.
Garret
I’m just getting settled in my new humble abode when this sexy, innocent young thing walks in, ranting and raving that this is her house and I need to get the heck out. I don’t know who she is, but I’ve never seen anyone so fiery and beautiful all at once.
Apparently we’ve been scammed, and we both own this trailer. But I’m the man of this house, and with my years of experience, I know how to hush that mouth of Lilly’s. I don’t have to turn her over my knee to get what I want. And by the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging this silver fox to stay.
~Lilly~
I pull up to my new place, excitement bubbling in my veins. I just bought this three-bedroom trailer yesterday, and I hope to be completely moved in by the end of the week. I don’t know how much longer I can stand living with my parents. They fight all the damn time, then my mom threatens to leave my dad. Then he goes out and gets drunk, and the next morning, she just takes him back.
It’s been like this my whole life, and I promised myself that once I turned eighteen, which I finally did last month, I’d find a place of my own, no matter how hard it would be.
I’ve been working at the gas station down the street as a cashier, and while it isn’t making me rich, it still afforded me a nice down payment on my mobile home, which wasn’t that expensive to begin with. The owner’s mother had recently passed, and the trailer had belonged to her before she went into a nursing home. I think he just wanted to get rid of the thing. And now here I am, a proud homeowner. With several boxes in my trunk, along with some cleaning supplies, I hope to get this place move-in ready.
I’m not sure why there’s a car here already, though. It must be the former owner. Maybe he forgot a few things.
I grab the cleaning supplies from the back seat and walk to the front door, feeling a little unsettled that it’s unlocked. I walk inside, finding the living room completely vacant with the exception of a rifle leaning against the wall under the window. And when I casually look to my left, I can see someone has already got a large bedframe assembled.
Okay, what the fuck? None of this was here yesterday.
“Can I help you?”
I spin around to find a man standing halfway down the hallway, leaning against the wall.
“Huh?” I reply, giving him a dumb stare.
“I don’t recall hiring a cleaning lady.”
I look down at my bag, then back at the rifle as he comes down the hallway. “I’m not the cleaning lady. I’m Lilly Jasper, the new owner.”
He comes into view, sliding his hands in his jeans as he eyes me up and down. Lord, I’m not dressed very appropriate for meeting strangers. Before leaving my parent’s house, I’d put on my cutoff jean shorts and one of my tight camisoles—something I didn’t mind getting sweaty in. And this stranger in my home—with his silver hair and thick, bulging muscles—seems to be making thorough mental notes of my skimpy ensemble.
“Well, Ms. Lilly, much as I’d like to believe the words that are coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, I believe you got the wrong address. As of this morning, this here trailer is mine.”
Did he just call my mouth … pretty?
“That’s impossible, Mr. … I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Garret Greene.”
“Garret, I have all the paperwork that proves I’m the rightful owner back at my old house, and I’ll be glad to bring it right over. Now I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go.”
I toss my thumb over my shoulder, pointing at the door, but he just chuckles at me. I’m literally wondering if one of my friends is about to pop out and tell me this is all some sort of stupid joke.
“Darlin’, I ain’t going nowhere. I mean, there ain’t no way you got a title on this place. Mine is right over here. Take a look for yourself.”
He walks to the bar in the kitchen and opens a folder, pulling out a stack of papers and sorting through them. When he finds the one he’s looking for, he passes it to me.
“Read it and weep.”
I look at the Certificate of Title, and I can’t believe it, but his name is right there in black and white, along with today’s date and the seller’s name—Mr. Joe Waters. I hand it back to him, a million questions running through my mind.
“Look, I don’t know what in the world is going on here, but there’s obviously something fishy. I’d suggest you contact Mr. Waters and get your money back because my transaction took place yesterday, which legally makes this my home.”
Garret sticks the form back in the folder and crosses his arms, his fists pushing against his biceps, forcing me to take notice of how ripped he is. I don’t know if he’s trying to intimidate me or impress me.
“With all due respect, ma’am, you haven’t shown me nothing that proves you own this trailer. So, legally, this place is still mine.”
I feel my blood pressure start to rise, and the fact that he is trying to force me out of my own home is making it worse.
“Fine, then. I’m going to get my paperwork and we can settle this once and for all.”
~Garret~
Great god in heaven. Never in my wildest damn dreams did I ever think I’d meet someone so quickly after being dumped by the bitch of the century. But in less than 24 hours after Cathy kicked me to the curb, I’ve met the most beautiful girl in the world.
And lord have mercy, she’s a ball of fire.
First of all, I don’t ever call a woman names, not unless she’s earned it. And let me tell you—my ex Cathy is one hell of a bitch.
I may be a good old country boy, but I ain’t stupid. I’ve made a shitload of money with some wise investments. And Cathy thought she could help herself to it. Right after fucking my brother behind my back, she cleaned out my bank account. Well, I hacked into her account and took back what was mine. When she found out, she kicked me out and changed the locks.
No problem and good riddance, I’d said, taking my cash and purchasing this little trailer here. I thought it would be perfect for me, since I’ve always liked the simple country life. Long as I can go hunting and hit the bar for some occasional darts and pool, I’m happy.
; I was looking forward to being single again. I stayed faithful to Cathy during the year we were together. But now, I could go out and get pussy anytime I wanted, no strings attached.
And then this girl Lilly just happens to barge her way into my home, reminding me of why I go all possessive and shit when I meet a girl like her. Lilly is a skinny, delicate little thing, which has always been my type. You know, the kind that looks like if you fuck her too hard, she might break in two. Yeah, it makes my dick so fucking hard.
And the way she’s carrying on about this trailer being hers and getting so angry about it just makes me harder. I know I’m gonna have to turn her over my knee and spank that little bottom of hers if she doesn’t calm the fuck down.
I don’t know if she’s been scammed or if we both have. There’s obviously something fishy going on. But when she tears off out of here to get the paperwork proving she owns this trailer, I watch that little bottom of hers jiggling around in her short jean cutoffs, feeling my cock go hard when I think about the nasty things I want to do to her.
I also don’t feel the need to slow down my plans. My friend is already on the way with the moving truck, along with my other buddies to help me get the heavy things moved in. I agreed to pay them handsomely and give them some beer, so they’re motivated to work today. Lilly will just have to get over it. I’m the man of this house, and what I say goes.
~Lilly~
I march out of there, feeling like I’m vibrating all over from anger, and drive the forty minutes to my parent’s house, grateful they aren’t there to stall me. I just know that once Garrett sees I bought the trailer yesterday, and that the bank even loaned me the money so it has to be legit, he’ll apologize and leave.
But by the time I arrive back at my new place, nearly an hour and a half has passed, giving the motherfucker plenty of time to stake his claim. Not only are there more cars in the driveway, the jackass has got a small moving truck pulled up to the front door where he and three of his friends are unloading a monstrous king-size mattress.
“Oh my god,” I grit out, feeling my anger rise yet again.
I snatch my paperwork from the front seat and march through the yard, squeezing between the truck bed and the door frame to get inside. He’s already got a plush leather couch against the wall along with one of those gigantic flat screen televisions. I glance beyond the kitchen area where I see them carrying the mattress into the master bedroom, trying desperately to angle it just so in order to get it past the door frame.
“Drop it down a little, Todd,” Garret says impatiently, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“I’m trying!” Todd snaps.
Garret flicks his gaze at me and I smile, fanning the forms I’ve brought in the air so he can see them. But my presence doesn’t seem to faze him. He just gives the mattress a hard jerk, tugging it through the doorway once and for all.
“Finally!” one of them calls out.
I walk slowly towards them and peek into the bedroom. The fucking asshole is sliding the mattress over the top of his box springs. I just grit my teeth.
“I see you came back,” Garret says, gloating with an evil smile as he dusts off his hands.
“I sure did. And I brought proof of ownership.”
“Guys, y’all can head on home. Be sure to grab you a case of beer from my truck before you leave.”
“Wait a second,” I say, holding up my hands. “You boys may want to stay put because Garret here is going to need help getting all this furniture back out when I show him this little piece of paper I have.”
Garret just chuckles as he approaches me, and one of the guys lets out an impatient grunt. “Let me see what you got here, little lady.”
His steel gray eyes brush me up and down before taking the paper from my hand. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel sick inside, and also a little turned on, which makes me feel even more sick.
He looks over the form while his buddies stand there, all of them on their phones, probably messaging their girlfriends about this drama.
“Yep, just what I thought,” he says, passing me back the form. “Boys, y’all can skedaddle after all. Lilly and I got some business to attend to.”
I huff as the room clears, leaving me and Garret alone. He walks to a box across the room and pulls out a set of sheets, tossing them on the bed. “You want to help me get this bed made, darlin’?”
“Why in the hell would I do that?” I screech. “Clearly, you can see that I bought this house yesterday. You need to high-tail it out of here, mister.”
“Clearly, all that paper proves is that the both of us got swindled.”
“Uh,” I grunt, crossing my arms and wrinkling my very important form. “You got swindled.”
“Yep, and you,” he says, fluffing the big sheet out over the mattress.
“No, just you, when you bought a trailer this morning that had already been purchased by yours truly. Which means you’re the one who’s going to settle this with Mr. Waters.”
He laughs again, this time dropping the bedsheet and walking to me. He licks his lips and looks me up and down. He’s so big and intimidating, I can feel my nipples go hard and start to tingle, heat building between my legs. I’m sure it’s just some sort of primal response because I’m not attracted to this heathen. Not even a little.
“Sweet cheeks, I ain’t got nothing to settle with Mr. Waters. Now, possession is nine tenths of the law, and seeing as I got my furniture in here long before you did, I’d say the law is on my side. You want your money back, you’re welcome to talk to the man yourself. Or…”
“Or what?” I snarl, feeling like I’m this close to punching the man right between the eyes.
Closing the gap between us, Garret gets so close to me, I can smell his dominance, all spicy and … and … making me wet between the legs.
Damnit.
“Or,” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder and sliding it down my arm, making my nipples pucker tightly. “You can just move in here with me.”
This joker has to be fooling.
“Move in? You mean, until we get all this settled, right?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you say, darlin’. This place is plenty big enough for the both of us.”
I don’t know if I can stay here. But I don’t want to go back to my parents fighting either. I can’t stand one more minute of that environment. Besides, if I don’t stay here and stand my ground, I’ll never win.
“I’m not moving in. But I’m not leaving either. I got friends lined up to help me move this weekend. So get ready to be forced out of here.”
I storm off and go to my car. I bring in several boxes, one by one, most of them filled with trinkets I’ve collected over the years as well as a few kitchen items my mom gave me. And while Garret makes up his bed, I proceed to unpack my things.
Every once in a while, I glance in the bedroom, watching Garret’s big, hulking body tuck the sheets on his bed, then spread out the plush comforter. It’s obvious the man has money—leather furniture, hand carved wooden bed frame, brand new truck, and it looks like he paid cash outright for this place. He’s sort of attractive, I guess, for an older man who looks to be in his fifties. Okay, he’s actually really attractive, not just in the face but his whole, muscular body. I can’t help but wonder why he’s single.
Oh, that’s right, maybe because he’s a fucking dick.
That’s okay, though. I’ll have him pushed out of here by the end of the week.
~Garret~
When Lilly gets back, I actually feel happy, even though I know there will be drama. I can practically see the steam coming from her ears. And a quick glance of her document shows that, sure enough, this fucking nitwitted bastard Joe Waters has scammed the both of us by selling the property to two people.
It’ll be a pain in the ass to work this shit out. Gonna be a lot of lawyers and court costs. But I can think of a much more fun way to settle this than going to court. And all I have to do is stand my ground with Lil
ly. I’ve had to stand my ground plenty of times in my fifty years, and I won’t change the way I do things now.
It’s pretty cute how she’s bringing in boxes and unpacking her little collectibles. I don’t know how old she is, but I’m guessing college aged. This is probably her first home, which makes me feel kind of guilty for messing with her. I could move out and let her have the place, but what fun would that be? I already plan to sink my dick balls deep in that pussy of hers. I can tell she wants it, the way her titties heave and ho when I stand near her, those nipples rising up to greet me, just begging to be nibbled.
Oh, I will be nibbling on those nips of Lilly’s by tonight. I know she won’t be able to control her hot little temper before sundown. And when she does, I’m gonna put her in her place.
After she unpacks the few things she brought over, Lilly heads to the guest bathroom. I hear her twisting caps off of bottles and I can smell the lemon lime scent wafting down the hallway. Sure is nice to have a cute little thing scrubbing toilets around here.
I walk to the bathroom, and lord have mercy if what I see doesn’t give me the boner of the century. Lilly is on her knees, bent over the tub so far that her shorts are riding up the crack of her ass. Her fleshy mounds wiggle violently as she scrubs and scrubs.
I fist my cock through my jeans, wondering how in the fuck I got so lucky to have this sexy little thing in my home.
“When you’re done, feel free to hit the master bathroom, too.”
She flips her head over her shoulder to look at me and just rolls her eyes. “Clean your own bathroom.”
“Oh, so now it’s mine? Good to know.”
Lilly stands up and angrily tugs off her gloves before throwing them to the side. Her shirt is all twisted up, exposing her lower belly. “No, it isn’t yours. But seeing as all your shit is in there, I’ll be using this bathroom for now.”
