by Cynthia Dane
“It might come to that if I keep thinking about you.”
Alice finished her lunch and set about doing some household chores until Monroe texted her again. Sheesh. Chores shouldn’t have been so much fun, but every time she reached to organize something in the closet, something else moved inside of her. Mercy upon me.
The closets were reorganized and papers signed for the interior decorators by the time she heard from her husband at one.
“Coming home. Fifteen minutes. Be ready for me.”
Oh, she was ready. By the time her husband raced through the door, dropping his things and tearing off his jacket and tie, Alice was kneeling on the bed, her (naked) ass in the air and her hands already cuffed on top of her pillow. She gazed over her bent shoulder and batted her eyelashes. Did the flustered man like what he saw?
Yes. He did.
“Shit fucking damnit.” Ah, yes, the words of an articulate man. Not so articulate now that he finally got to deal with that erection tucked deep into his pants. “It’s better than I imagined.”
Alice popped up on her arms, making her ass wiggle and the pink plug dance in front of his starving eyes. “It’s always better in real life, sir.”
“You.” Monroe forced open his nightstand and dumped her leash on the bed. “Don’t distract me. I’ve got things to accomplish.”
The leash hooked onto her collar. Alice gasped. “What are you trying to accomplish?”
“Fucking you speechless.”
He pulled on her leash, forcing her back to her knees – so hard that she fell over, the whole bed shaking beneath her weight.
Monroe attacked her with kisses to her face and spanks to her ass. Then the kisses moved to her thighs and the spanks to her calves. Whatever headspace he was in, Alice loved it. There was nothing frightening in the way he grabbed her, moved her, and spoke to her with such harsh language that she barely believed she was human. Alice merely existed to be used as her husband’s plaything. Considering how needy her husband was right now… he was not merciful.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, Monroe tearing off her blouse and thrusting between her legs. “Fuck me!”
He first teased her with the kind of sex she appreciated best – right in the cunt, her core quaking in pleasure as he immediately searched for her G-spot. Yet Monroe was too preoccupied with future pursuits to accurately hit her where it mattered most. Nevertheless, his wife cried out in joy, her whole body a vessel for his sexual expression.
“I swear to God, Alice, I’m not coming. Not yet.” His haggard voice was the sweetest music in the room. “I don’t care how much you tempt me.” What was she even doing, besides existing? “I’m saving myself for something I’ve wanted since I decided I had to possess you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, willingly rolling over the moment he pulled out of her. Her husband spanked her, hard, the plug clenched deep inside of her but ready to come out at any time. “Yes!”
Monroe grabbed the handle and teased her with sensations she never felt before. It’s always something new with this man. Alice moaned into the pillow. Wasn’t it enough that she had felt both of her entrances stimulated while he fucked her? That was enough to make her come as hard as possible. Now? With him casting aside the plug and marveling at what it had done to her through the day? Alice was convinced she didn’t need as much lube as he used now.
“I’ll go easy at first,” he grunted. “I don’t want to.”
“Fuck me however you want,” Alice insisted. She meant it, too. This was a woman who didn’t tell this alpha male that she was a virgin their first time together. If she was okay with him ramming her, no experience required on her end, then why the hell would she tell him to go slow and easy their first time like this?
“You’re damn right I’ll fuck you however I want.” Monroe extended her arms so her fingertips touched the headboard. The cuffs clinked together. Her ass begged for him to take it the moment his cock touched her slick entrance. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted, after all.
Alice unleashed a tormented sound of pleasure she didn’t even know she was capable of. Oh my God! There were no words. No sounds. No possibilities that existed between her enjoying anal sex for the first time and fast tracking to the afterlife.
To say she felt a tad owned was an understatement.
“Fuck, Alice!” Monroe’s hands were on top of hers, his hips slamming against her ass. That wasn’t to say what his cock was doing, too. “You’re killing me!”
She was killing him? Did he need to go back to school and learn how this stuff worked?
If Alice really needed to formulate words, she would have. She didn’t, though. She only needed to cry out from the strange sensations flooding her body with every stroke of her husband’s cock inside of her. Her core wasn’t happy that it had been abandoned, but her ass was more than happy to accept his rough form of loving. He’s been wanting this for so long. He’s been wanting me all day, even though we’ve had sex how many times by now? Alice considered it a small point of pride when she could no longer count the amount of times they had sex. When did that happen? After they returned from Chicago? Now it was impossible to guess how often they made love. That’s how she wanted it. She wanted so many new times, new experiences, new possibilities. She had time to make up. Now here she was, on the underside of thirty, having first times that weren’t only fantastic, but so full of perverse love of the highest order.
Before meeting Monroe, Alice would have never considered doing half the things they had done together. But whenever he introduced something new? It seemed so natural. So fitting for who they were as individuals, and as a couple.
His hands moved to her shoulders, giving him the leverage he needed to fuck her to the finish line. Alice screamed into her pillow, cut off from the world, cut off from the crazy shit that was her new life as Mrs. Monroe. This was what she really wanted from her title. The money was fantastic. The work was interesting. This lovemaking? Made everything so much sweeter.
Monroe didn’t announce when he was coming. Alice didn’t want him to, anyway. She was always ready for a good surprise. Like what she felt when he came deep within her, a strained groan of inescapable pleasure milking him dry.
He had done all the work, but Alice was as worn out as he was by the time he collapsed next to her. I can’t move. I don’t want to move. She remained on her stomach, feeling perfectly, wondrously used.
“I love you,” she whimpered, using the last of her strength to lift her head and look in his direction.
Her husband was naked and cast across his side of the bed, chest heaving, cock slowly softening between his legs. He usually doesn’t soften for a few more minutes. Had he come that hard? Really? Alice hoped he wouldn’t be too wiped out to cuddle for a while. The least he could do after popping her black cherry.
“I love you too.” Monroe could barely get those words out. He flung his arm over his face to block out the intrusive light above them. “Fuck me, Alice. I don’t know what to do. I made you my girlfriend. I made you explore BDSM with me. I fucking married you. What else do I have to do to lift this spell you’ve cast over me?”
Alice laughed. Not a giggle. A full, mature laugh that only a woman of her new station could muster. “That’s just it, Damon. You’ll never escape my spell. I’m going to torture you for the rest of our lives. You’ll never look at another woman the way you look at me.” She bit her lip. “Unless I tell you to. That might be hot from time to time.”
“Excuse me?”
“I have some fantasies of my own up my sleeve.” When she received the most incredulous – if not worn out – look in the world, she explained, “I figure I’ve only got this one life to live. I want to do everything. I’ve hooked the hot and rich husband, so now I want to travel the world, dominate my job, have some kids, and get all the kinky sex I could crave.”
His other arm slung o
ver her back. “I am right there with you. Should we start with a European trip or explore the secrets of the Far East? Nipple clamps or swinging orgies first?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Scandinavia,” Alice said wistfully. “Let’s start with the nipple clamps and work our way up to the swinging orgies.”
“Now we’ll have to watch it.” Was that a boyish smile changing his post-coitus glow? “Too many orgies and I won’t know if the kids are mine.”
“Oh, they will be yours.” Alice eased herself into his sideways embrace. “A man as virile as my husband? My body knows what to use and what to discard.”
They shared a soft kiss before Monroe had the final word. “Now, precious, be careful with throwing around the word used. Don’t get our roles mixed up.” In case Alice didn’t understand, her husband kissed her in a way that suggested she was the only one used around there. To her great amusement, of course.
Chapter 14
“I see right through you,” Russell said, following Alice around her office Monday morning. “There’s nothing genuine about you, Ms. Culver.”
Alice slammed a box of files on her desk. For a family that was so modernized, why did they still have paper files she needed delivered from the archives down in the basement? “It’s Monroe now, thank you.” The paperwork to legally change her name had been filed. “Unless you’re referring to the new operations I’m heading. But I don’t think you are.”
“Hmph.” Russell leaned against her desk, arms crossed. He looked like a tall, spindly spider with wild and white hair growing all over his body. This was a man who was once as well-groomed as his son. Now? He probably didn’t care anymore. Russell was at an age where he could go anywhere in the world, throw some money around, and get half the women in the room. Meanwhile, my husband could bat a nice 90%. These Monroe men seriously needed supervision at times. “What a quaint venture. Personally, I don’t care how much of your own money you waste in hospitality. I’ll only get pissed if you start wasting company money.” He laughed. Alice found no reassurances in that laugh. Leave me to work in peace, please. Every time she saw her father-in-law, her panic levels went up fifty points. Out of sixty.
Her hand slipped beneath her desk and hit one of two buttons. Dee quietly entered the room and stood guard, harsh gaze never leaving Russell’s bristly face. The other button, which Alice hoped she never had to hit, would summon her husband.
“Cute. Your savior is here.”
“You should thank Ms. McCormick. It’s because of her I lived through that unfortunate fire at my old place.”
It wasn’t easy for Alice to make eye contact with Russell. When she did, she saw nothing but scorn and levels of contempt that could not be good for a man’s health. He sees me as nothing but a bad, money-grabbing womb. Fine with her. Considering what she knew he was capable of, Alice would take his verbal abuse any day.
“Yes. We can both agree that the fire was most unfortunate.”
Only because it hadn’t killed Alice as intended. Or, barring that, it didn’t scare her away from the Monroes. It had, though. As always, Damon had been too charming and persuasive for Alice to stay away. When the man showed up with a ring and a proposal for marriage? All sense and reason went out the window.
Alice was still getting used to having her own Wikipedia page – let alone one more in-depth than her husband’s.
“You’ll be happy to know that I’m doing much better after my health incident on Thursday.” Alice put the lid back on the box. “Baby’s doing fine.”
The low, rumbling chuckle shaking the air had Alice glancing at the criminal in her office. “You’re not pregnant,” Russell said, deadpan.
Alice would not flinch. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“I have my ways of finding things out, Ms. Culver.” Russell opened his jacket. For a hot second, both Alice and Dee stepped as if he were going to pull out a gun. Of course he’s not! He’s not that direct. Sheesh. Instead, a manila folder landed on her desk. “I’ve been a busy man ever since I found out about you and my son’s… marriage.” Could he sneer that word any harder? Probably. “For one, your supposed doctor is a fraud. All it took was some roughing up from my most trusted friends to get the truth out of him. My son paid him to forge your pregnancy test results. Tsk, tsk, Ms. Culver. As if I wouldn’t find out.”
Alice managed to walk away. “I really am pregnant, though.”
For all his bullshit, Russell Monroe was as perceptive as his son. Damon had to get it from somewhere in his genetics. “You really believe that?”
“I would hope that you’re happy. You may not approve of me, but you need grandchildren. Badly. I’ve done a lot of digging into your family tree, and somehow you had two generations of Monroes that only produced one piece of viable fruit. You and your son.”
“Hmph.” Russell leaned back on Alice’s desk, almost knocking over her emerald paperweight. Hope he cuts himself on it. God knew Alice almost did that once a day. “Unfortunate, isn’t it? If it weren’t for my pathetic ex-wife, I could’ve had more sons to make up for the one’s shortcomings. Alas, I was too depressed over the death of my second son to ever try again.” There wasn’t a genuine word in that sentence.
“So let me fix that. Sorry that I’m a poor girl from Long Island, but I’m more than willing to do my duty to make sure your bloodline lives on.”
“Oh, Ms. Culver.” Russell finally stood up, but not without motioning to the envelope again. “If you even take a look at that folder I left you, some reconsideration may occur. If you truly are pregnant, then I only pity you. Your life is about to get so much more complicated.”
Dee rustled over by the door. Alice lifted her hand to keep her bodyguard away. “You’ve tried scaring me enough times already, Mr. Monroe,” Alice then said. “I don’t fall easily for your scare tactics.”
“They’re not tactics if they’re the truth, Ms. Culver. This is your absolute final warning. I’m being more than generous now. Don’t make me break out my lawyers.”
What were his lawyers going to do? Annul her marriage to Damon Monroe without their consent? Find a way to terminate all her pregnancies? Take away their inheritance? I could deal with that. I’m not sure Monroe could. The man had never known anything but millions and billions of dollars. The thought of him living it up in a two-bedroom house out in the suburbs gave Alice hives. She didn’t even want to think about what it would do to her husband. He needs money. He needs power. I’ve got to make sure we never lose either. Yay. More pressure.
Alice didn’t want to admit it, but having a baby would certainly cement her place in the family.
“Take a look at what I’ve given you, Ms. Culver. You’ll see my full offer. It’s quite generous. Oh, and…” he grinned. There was nothing about his grins that made her feel as happy as Damon’s did. “Some evidence that you’re not long for my son, anyway.”
Alice waited until he showed himself out of her office before addressing anything else. “Don’t tell me husband,” she said to Dee, sitting in her chair and putting together the last of her papers for the day. “Pretend you didn’t hear any of that.”
“If I may be so bold, ma’am,” Dee began, with little trepidation, “but I’m not about to pretend that I didn’t hear him threaten you. Again.”
“Unless he actually moves to hurt me in your presence, you will pretend.”
Dee sighed. “So where are we going?” She pointed to the papers amassing on Alice’s otherwise pristine desk.
The manila folder disappeared into Alice’s drawer. “To my latest hot property. Let’s grab Alisha and go.”
***
Alice faced a sea of incredulous faces, each one more disbelieving than the last.
“Fancy fucking that,” said Sid, the one man Alice had to thank for her new position the most. Wasn’t it because of him that she ever met Monroe? If Sid hadn’t hired me to work at The Dark Hour, I wouldn’t be Mrs. Monroe right now. Fancy that, indeed. “From one-night hos
tess to our new owner.”
He was the only one not outright bothered by this turn of events. The news that Alice had bought out one of the owners’ shares in The Dark Hour had been released over the weekend. This Monday meeting was meant to answer a few questions before the new week at the club started.
Susan was the most surprised out of the bunch. The dancers, the servers, the bouncers, the bartenders, and the coat check girls? None of them cared as much as Susan did. Alice had been Susan’s responsibility the one night the former Ms. Culver worked there. Is she kicking herself for trying to keep me from Monroe? For letting me near him? Every time they made eye contact, Susan averted her gaze.
Alisha handed out stapled stacks of paper to everyone at the meeting. The papers went over the minimal changes Alice was going to push through the club, starting with a small renovation project to create better VIP areas for business-oriented meetings. Otherwise, she wasn’t in the mood to start making big changes to a club that already brought in millions of dollars like it was nothing. Don’t fuck with billion-dollar clientele. Besides, she had no doubt that her husband would rein her in if she started replacing the upholstery with leopard print and hanging lion heads from the ceiling.
“There are no immediate changes planned that will affect any of your employment. If anything, our focuses will be on improving the customer experience and making you even more money.” Alice knew how much each of these people made now. Some of the more decent employees hadn’t seen raises in nearly a year. I’ll be having meetings with management about that. Alice appreciated having real work to distract herself from personal matters. Why did she care about being pregnant when she had a business to run? Russell? Who was that? He had nothing to do with Alice’s new properties. Nor did he have anything to do with the millions of dollars coming in and out of her new bank account. She was spending millions to make millions more. It had only been a couple of weeks, but already her investments were giving returns. This was what it meant to be in power.
