by JJ Giles
“Oh, my God. Surely you know your mother and I haven’t eaten a meal together for thirty years.”
“I didn’t know what could change after I left. In fact, I called her occasionally throughout that ten years I was gone. And she let me believe things were going pretty well.”
“Oh Brian.” Finally Jerry understood that Brian felt he had something to do with his parent’s dismal marriage. “Please don’t tell me that’s why you stayed away so long.”
“No. I’m, ummm...pretty hung up on my girlfriend. I don’t know if you know what it’s like to have someone in your blood...someone you could never get over. I want to get married and she doesn’t. Apparently, I’m not quite important enough to know why.”
“I’m sorry.” Having had thirty-five years experience with not being important enough to someone, he understood. “I’m sure it will take some time and I’m equally certain you can get over it. Hopefully, things will work out with Dan...but, uhh...regardless, you’re headed in the right direction.”
“Yeah.” He drew in a deep breath to cure the ache in his heart and let go of it. He peered at his father only a few feet away and smiled broadly. “I remember you.”
A rush of tears assaulted Jerry and he launched up to grab Brian into his arms and hold tightly. There was such power in that embrace, such need and Brian felt it.
“Dad, you’re crying.”
“Yeah.” He grasped a little a tighter grasp and then let go. “It’s been going on a lot lately.”
“That’s what Cherry said.”
“I spent a wonderful weekend with her not too long ago and this one has been equally wonderful. I sincerely appreciate it.”
“I’ve enjoyed it, too. So I guess we’ll go pig out at the breakfast bar in the morning, tour the stadium and then...go to work Monday. When you gonna retire?”
“It’ll be awhile yet. I don’t exactly have anything else to do with my life.”
“I’ll see ya’ in the morning.” Brian was still smiling. And then he staggered toward the door.
Simply buzzed having spent a day with the guys, his son in particular, Jerry shed his clothes and picked up his phone. It was answered quickly.
“I know it’s late...”
“I’m just now getting in,” Morgan said affectionately. “And you sound like you’ve had a wonderful day.”
“I most certainly have. I think my son still loves me, too.”
“Then I’m very, very happy for you.”
“So I know I’m not supposed to ask, but I was hoping you can tell me how to get along without my Morgan-fix until Monday at five.”
Easily, she laughed. “I suppose we can change your appointment to the minute you get back in town.”
He listened, merely content to hear her draw breath. “You...are a generous woman. I’ll see you then.”
“Sleep well.”
He clicked off and laid in the dark, the phone to his chest. If it hadn’t been for Morgan none of this would be happening. The balance of power in the Abernathy household wouldn’t have shifted and he’d still be trapped. But now Cherry loved him, Brian loved him and now he understood Morgan’s reticence. Just because Jerry knew he would be divorced soon didn’t mean Morgan knew it. But the day he would hold those papers in his hand would also be the day he’d ask her to marry him.
Immediately he called the front desk and ordered ten dozen red roses to be delivered to her first thing in the morning.
* * * *
Brian slipped into the bed behind Dan and wrapped him up tightly. Dan turned feeling the tender warmth in Brian’s cheek against his own.
“So,” Dan whispered. Softly he stroked the soft skin on Brian’s hip. “Your father approves?”
“Yeah. Yeah, he likes you.”
“Then I’m happy.” Dan felt Brian’s heat so near. “I want you to move in with us.”
“Your wife...”
“Is crazy about you.” He slid down Brian’s body and swallowed Brian’s penis.
Brian reveled in the not-so-gentle suckling, knowing everything Jerry said was true now. Dan was in love...gay...and only time would tell what he had said to Morgan to finish them off for good. It was also equally true that if Morgan didn’t come to her senses and choose to marry him on the sixth of September, there was someone in a hell of desire awaiting him.
He merely lay in a fog of confusion feeling himself pulled away. He and his father were rebuilding their relationship, something Brian couldn’t give up now. But to think that Morgan could accept him as an Abernathy...someone decadently wealthy made him cringe. He felt like Brian Alexander had passed away but Brian Abernathy still lived...and breathed...and loved.
If only Morgan could accept that. He pulled his aching penis out of Dan’s mouth and drove it straight into Dan’s body.
* * * *
Quietly, Morgan tiptoed to her discipline room, her clothes left in her bedroom. In total darkness she awaited only the sounds of his heavy steps, the feel of his hot hands.
Her heart lurched to hear the lever.
A brief ray of artificial light from the hallway momentarily lit the scene. Jaxx smiled to see her on her knees, her hands properly held behind her thrusting her breasts high for their punishment. The flame of a lighter was held to the wick of a candle and he closed the door, reveling in her beauty, her submissiveness in the shadows cast by the flame.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night long, woman,” he growled.
The grating in his voice stopped her breath and she bowed her head. The grating of his zipper was equally debilitating and she closed her eyes. Only a moment more and his fingers knotted in her hair and jerked her head back. His penis was a battering ram to open her mouth.
Oh, how desperate she was to feel the throbbing of a man in her body, a man whose fire burnt brighter than her own. But dizziness permeated her brain as she was lifted and thrown to an exam table. Her feet were placed in the stirrups and lashed there. Her arms drawn over her head locked to the wall stretched the muscles in her torso taut.
With her eyes held willfully closed, she heard him rummage through her things.
It had been too long since Jaxx had had his sweet little Mistress, the very women who turned him on to himself. Who had given him an outlet for his basest instincts. What does Morgan want tonight? He grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. A wicked little huff filled the air.
“All night long, baby.” He drove into her flaming cunt.
She gasped with the feel of it and reveled in its immensity a moment. But this was no longer Jaxx, it was Jerry to her. The alcohol smelled putrid, yet felt it like ice on her heated flesh. Definitely Jerry, she told herself, she fantasized, as she felt the boiling passion in the flame on her mons and watched those flames crawl up his body to singe the hair there.
* * * *
Morning was yet to creep over the horizon when she awoke to the feel of Jaxx behind her ready to take her again.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he hissed. He rolled her over and drove into her yet again. “I’ve missed you a lot. I’m glad you finally got rid of that stupid little son of a bitch. I mean, he’s alright as far as slaves go, but never a husband.” Suddenly, his voice constricted with his pleasure.
Morgan sneered. Brian would be the finest kind of husband, if only it were possible. Rather than defend her precious Mouse, a man she would obviously never get over no matter what she tried, she merely said, “I’m sure you’ve got stuff to do today.”
“Bitch. Apparently, I’m dismissed.”
“Yes, you are.” She planted a tender kiss on his lips.
He washed her face with a few passionate kisses. “Thanks for a very memorable evening.” Quietly, he left her to fetch his clothes in her parlor.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“No, you guys just drop me off at the Tower,” Jerry said enthusiastically. It was obvious that Dan badly wanted a piece of Brian before they parted for the evening...or in the morning.
“We have to ma
ke this an annual event,” Dan said just as happily.
Jerry’s smile dwindled a little as he openly stared at Dan’s eagerness. “My son is the most important thing in my life. And while I’m all too aware that in any personal relationship there’s always an opportunity to get hurt, I will fully support any serious commitment Brian wants to make. But I expect that relationship to remain personal and private until such a time presents itself that a more public expression of a life-long commitment is required.”
For a moment, Dan and Brian both stared incredulously as the car rolled to a stop. Dan broke the silence with, “You can’t know what that means to me.” His voice choked with the very sentiment.
“I want my son to be happy,” Jerry insisted.
“Dad.” He was simply astonished that his father would support a homosexual relationship.
But Jerry only smiled. “Thanks for inviting me,” Jerry said exuding nothing but affection. Jerry squeezed down on Brian’s knee for a hug. “Call me tomorrow when you get a free minute.”
“I will,” Brian whispered. “I certainly will.”
Jerry tapped on the window, his smile broad. The early evening light spilled into the compartment along with the sultry summer air. Jerry departed soundlessly with a wink and the door closed again to leave them stunned.
“That has to be the most incredible man I’ve ever met,” Dan whispered.
“Yeah.” Brian was still in shock. That was certainly the man Brian remembered so well and ached for so long. Could it be possible that what Jerry said was true? That Jerry could support any honest and committed relationship Brian chose? Even if that commitment was to a prostitute?
Brian nestled further into the seat and lit a cigarette. If Jerry could support something like this, then why not Morgan, who no longer worked as a prostitute? And if she and Jerry were getting along as well as the evidence would indicate...? His father was once again the man Brian remembered and that had to be due to Morgan’s influence.
Brian smiled even as he felt his body tugged at and laid over his Master’s lap. He smiled as his penis lurched into his Master’s hand to think that maybe his father could accept Morgan as a daughter-in-law, even though she retained her vocation, now knowing what she does, and it wasn’t prostitution. Yet another barrier to Brian’s happiness melted away.
“I want you to spend the night,” Dan instructed.
Brian awoke from the haze Jerry left him enveloped within. “Don’t you want to spend some time with your wife?”
“Absolutely. But only after you’ve restrained her properly and she’s recounted every detail of her evening under Morgan’s tutelage last night.”
With a delighted grin, Brian nodded. Because certainly Morgan had Jaxx do her up and that would be a lovely little thing to get lost in for awhile.
* * * *
Jerry watched the limo pull away from the curb and turn west on State Street toward the freeway. Through the thin traffic on a Sunday evening, he moved across High Street and walked the block to the Waterford Hotel. Her door was unlocked, she awaiting him and he soundlessly entered and locked it behind him.
The kitchen and living room were empty. As much as he wanted to scream, “Honey, I’m home,” something he’d never said before, he moved down the hallway to find her bedroom door open. She lolled in the chair asleep, a work of pulp fiction dropped in her lap. Yet she was dressed for an evening out in an ankle-length dress.
What incredible fortune. He stared shamelessly, her glasses still on her nose, the scent of his roses filling the room with his desire for her. She stirred as if his energy awoke her and her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
Without hesitation, he went to her and picked her up out of the chair. His arms locked around her; his mouth opened hers with inebriating force. His heavy broad hand cradled the back of her head as his lips ground against hers, his tongue invaded her mouth. Every bit of passion redoubled to feel her heat boiling, her heart throbbing and the insistence in her soul dressed in desire.
Only in time did he loosen his grip on her, his lips sliding across her cheek, his breath hot in her ear. His hands stroked at her soft shoulders as he stared shamelessly so hopelessly connected to her now.
“It’s good to see you, too,” she whispered with a broad smile. “You had a wonderful weekend.”
“I did. I absolutely did. I love my son. But I’ve found yet another of those old wive's tales to be true. Absence, does indeed, make a man want to get down and beg.”
She broke into a soft animated laughter and clutched at his hand. “Later. Tell me everything.” She placed him in the chair and twisted onto the ottoman in front of him.
Connected to her bubbling green eyes, he sighed. “Ohhhh. I don’t know where to start. It’s more than clear to me that my son has some misconceptions about who I am and what he means to me. When I look back I can see that I helped form those ideas. But I’m getting another chance here and I couldn’t be happier about it. I think uhh...I don’t know. I think he really wanted to spend some time with me, something we used to do every year...go to a Reds game, but I think he also wanted me to meet his new fling.”
Morgan straightened a little. “If I’d known he was bringing his girlfriend along...”
“She’s not a girl.”
“Ohhh… So it was just the guys.”
“Yeah. A nice guy, too. So we’ll see.”
“And you don’t have a problem with that?”
“My daughter is gay.” Jerry shrugged. “I really don’t have a problem with it, but I’m not sure my son believed me. I left him kinda shocked. But I realized something last night, too. I’m sitting around sermonizing to my son about getting involved with married people and also trying to squeeze a commitment out of Morgan...while I’m married.”
“It struck like a bat, did it?”
“Yes, it did. So obviously my first phone call in the morning will be to my lawyer to apply direct pressure on the situation now. I want it over with.”
“Are you saying you could be happy with just one woman in your life?”
“Depends. If that woman is the Keeper of the Keys of Hell, the answer is obviously and resoundingly, hell no. If that women is my beautiful, alluring, scintillating witch, Morgan, whose spell is cast, who’s wrested my heart, commands my very soul, and pleasures herself with my flesh... I’m sorry. What was the question...?”
Easily, she laughed as she unwound a little and draped over his lap, her strong fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh so very flattered by that statement.
“But you look like you’re dressed to go out this evening and I’d like to take you out.”
“I was going to allow you to take me dinner tonight, but I see you’ve already eaten.” Playfully, she poked at the stain on his shirt.
An embarrassed smirk filled his features. “There’s a little place outside of Lebanon the boy likes to pig-out at...all the food you could possibly care to eat for ten bucks...know what I mean?”
“Yeah...all that grease swimming around in your belly is gonna have you not feeling real good tonight. So I’ll go make me an omelet and bring you a little something for that.”
Quite securely, he grasped her upper arm to force her attention. “I’d prefer if you get undressed, get comfortable in that bed, let me make the omelet and I’ll feed while you eat.”
“You can cook?”
“Kiss my ass. I cook breakfast for all the boys while we’re elk hunting in Colorado every fall.”
“Prove it.” There was a wicked twist in her smile.
* * * *
Some kind of slave, she thought as she plumped the pillows and nestled against them, waiting to be served. Yet she stared, astounded, as he walked in completely nude carrying a platter of steaming eggs, a quart jar of milk, and the penis...the penis...as she stared...wearing an armor coating of chocolate.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Dessert, darling.”
Slowly, her eyes traveled the lengt
h of his body to his eyes. He was as serious as...as...as a stock market crash, as he watched her intently for a moment. And then he laid the platter on her lap and the milk on the table. Without hesitation, he laid the sheet back and perched between her spread legs.
“Oh. For me?” His tongue happily licked over something so soft.
Definitely for you, baby, she thought, feeling the heated wetness licking passionately. If only it had been you instead of Jaxx. Incredulously, she stared at the food a moment. “You expect one person, namely me, to eat enough for three?”
Silently, he nodded. “The four eggs and six slices of bacon are the protein my Mistress needs to keep these muscles strong enough to overpower me.” Anxiously, his hand slid up her thigh. “The quart of milk...calcium to keep these beautiful bones unbreakable and dehydration at bay.” A single finger parted her nether lips and slid between them. “The cheese is just for fun, but the half a loaf of toast...carbs because you’re gonna need some quick energy here in just a little bit.”
Her eyes narrowed a little as she studied him. “I’ll never turn you into a submissive, will I?”
His fingers slid into her vagina to tickle her cervix. “No, baby, you won’t. That doesn’t mean I won’t turn Heaven and Hell inside out for your slightest desire, however.” With that, his fingers hooked around her pelvic bone and pulled her forward. And then he disappeared, his hands locked to her hips and fed...just as he said.
Oh, God, she felt him opening her in every way she could imagine. Both orifices were already filled with his fingers; his tongue stroked ravenously over her clit. His labor of love was sliding down her throat in a most congenial way, and he declared his heart hers without reservation.
And then suddenly she choked to think of Brian. Brian couldn’t bring himself to say it, to admit it. That had to be it. He just couldn’t tell her that her career was the problem. “My job...” feeling herself being pulled into a vacuum, Jerry’s strength overwhelming her.
