Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “I can see you fighting yourself over it. It’s okay to be kind of freaked out by it all, but take it all in as well. You’ll be with a man who makes a lot more money than most. Deal with it, Pumpkin.” He kisses me again and I go limp in his arms and have to hold on tightly to him.

  When he ends it, I give him the answer he’s been waiting for, “Get it. I want it. I do.”

  He picks me up off the floor and spins me around. “Yes! We’re getting our own place!”

  Well, he is. It’s not like I can contribute shit to it.

  Holding me back, he smiles as he says, “And that massive eight car garage is pretty spectacular too. You know what I thought about when I saw it?”

  “How many motorcycles you can fit in there?” I say with a giggle.

  He shakes his head. “No. I thought about you building your own brand of motorcycles in there. Designing them and building them right there. I can hire the help you’d need and you could have your very own business. What do you think about that?”

  My head is spinning. I think it might actually be moving in circles between my shoulders. “Benny! No! You can’t be serious.”

  “I am serious. I want to help you make your dreams come true and I’d like to make some of my own come true too. With your help, I want us to design something for me. Something uniquely mine. Then I can drive it around and tell everyone my smart as fuck wife made it for me.”

  Wife!

  “Benny, don’t go getting ahead of things. This is going really fast as it is. Wife is a term that has all kinds of legal crap attached to it. You’re worth a ton of money. I don’t want that part rushed in the least. You have a lot of paperwork to take care of before that’s even considered.” I pull out of his arms and go to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

  I turn to find him right there and he catches me up in his arms again. “I love you, girl! Making you mine in name too is at the forefront of my mind. I don’t know how long I can hold off on that. And there will be no paperwork to do. No pre-nup. What I have is yours.”

  “Bad idea, Sweetie. Very bad idea.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not going to let you do that. And we can talk about that later. I’m not about to stand here and discuss such things yet.”

  The screen door squeaks as Ashley comes inside. “Hey, sorry for interrupting. Can I use the bathroom, Angel? Rod told me to go outside and I can but I really don’t want to.”

  I laugh and point toward the bathroom. “It’s over there and please feel free to use it whenever you need to. Tell Phoenix too. And anyone else who needs it.”

  She nods and leaves us alone again. Benny pins me to the fridge. “When can we discuss such things?”

  Then it occurs to me that his family may be the reason he wants to hurry things along. Before they can intervene and stop anything.

  “How about after you introduce me to your family?” I say as I watch his reaction.

  “Why after?” His eyes narrow. “Why not have things settled before that?”

  I press my hand against his chest to push him back some. “I knew it. I knew you were hurrying things along to get this past your family. Benny, you come from a powerful family. You have to know that even if you marry me and knock me up, they can get in between us if they want to.”

  “No, they can’t. I won’t let them.”

  Another thought pops into my head. “Benny, is this some sort of a rebellious thing? I can see the whole motorcycle club thing is. Am I a thing that will not be appreciated or maybe even tolerated? Is that why you’re jumping forward with this by leaps and bounds?”

  “Don’t think about my family. Let me think about them. You just let me handle things. And the answer is, no. I’m not trying to hurry things along for any reason other than I want to start a life with you. I can see so many things for our future. Six kids, three dogs, maybe even a damn cat to keep the mice away.” He laughs and tweaks my nose. “Just fucking with you. Come on. You bringing up my family has me needing a drink.”

  I let him pull me along and grab the marshmallows again. As we go outside I have to think to myself that he isn’t kidding about any of it. And I think he’s hurrying things along, thinking if it’s all said and done then they can do nothing about him marrying a poor girl instead of a rich, East coast debutant like I’m sure he’s supposed to do.

  And I have no idea if any of this is real or his rebellion!

  I watch as Benny turns into Blaze in small increments right in front of my eyes. Step one, take a long drink of whiskey straight from the bottle. Step two, pull a cigarette from the untouched pack he has in his T-shirt pocket.

  Step three, light it up and take in a deep drag. Then step four, pull me along with him to the back of the house, pin me to the wall and kiss me while he grinds his cock against me.

  The typical things that make you feel like a renegade.

  And right on cue he pulls back from me and looks at me. “Angel, you think you could help ease this tension a bit?”

  I nod and look into his eyes, finding a lot of angst in them all of a sudden.

  He undoes his pants and gives them a push. They go to his ankles, leaving his hard cock pressing against his boxers.

  I go to my knees on the ground in front of him as he turns and leans against the side of the house. I can do this for him. I can and will.

  I can ease the pain his family causes him for the moment. But it won’t make it go away forever.

  His moan is soft as I take him into my mouth. He takes a couple of handfuls of my hair and moves my head back and forth the speed he wants me to go.

  The pace is fast as he needs to climax to dull the edge of whatever it is talking about his family causes. His words are spoken between clenched teeth, “Fuck, you suck my cock like you were made to do that, Baby. It fits down your throat like a glove. Suck it, Baby! Suck that fat cock!”

  I grip his ass in my hands to move faster with the push of his hands. I suck harder as he moans and cusses at random times.

  Not sure if it’s because he just likes it that damn much or he’s mentally cursing his family for whatever his reasons are. All I know is while I have man issues, he has family issues.

  We’re just a couple of broken people. It doesn’t mean we can’t be together if that even is a thing his family will permit. It just means I need to be more sensitive to the fact although he might be rich as fuck, he has things that bother him and mold his mind too.

  My mouth moves fast over him and then he stiffens and it shoots down my throat. I swallow and find him yanking me up by the hair and slamming his mouth to mine.

  His tongue moves in and he kisses me hard as he undoes my pants with one hand and moves it inside my panties until he has two fingers inside me and moves them in and out until I can’t take it anymore and cum.

  He moves his hand out of my panties and places the two wet fingers in the side of my mouth, joining our juices inside our mouths.

  The taste changes and he growls, and the kiss gets dirtier, hungrier, greedier. It sends him into a frenzy for a moment and then it slows.

  He pulls away from me and looks at me. His eyes are hard then he blinks and they go back to my Benny. “Fuck! Fuck, I’m sorry, Angel.”

  I shake my head and take him by the shoulders. “Don’t be. You need me too. I can see that now. You need me to be strong for you just like I need you to be strong for me. Maybe we are meant to be together. Maybe we can help each other. You can be you with me. Blaze when you need to be. Benjamin, when you have to be. Benny when you want to be.”

  “God damn it, I love you, Angel. My Angel who understands me better than I do.” His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls my mouth to his again. Only this time, his mouth takes mine in a gentle kiss.

  I run my hands over the short sides of his hair up into the long top and press my chest to his. Our hearts pound in unison as our mouths mingle.

  With no idea how long this will be allowed to last, I want to make every last second count befor
e that happens.

  It might end because his family makes it. Or it might end when he finds this middle man he needs to become. Or it might even end when I find my full strength.

  He eases the kiss and leans his forehead against mine. “Angel, tell me you will marry me. Please tell me that one day you will become mine in name too.”

  “I will marry you one day, Benny. I will.”

  I say the words because he so desperately needs to hear them. I’m not lying to him but the reality is, I have no idea if that will come true or not.

  I can’t see the future and if hearing what he wants will help him. Then I’ll say anything he needs me to.

  He buttons up my pants then leans over and pull his up. “Guess we should get back to the party, Baby.”

  “Guess so. You feel better now?” I ask as he runs his arm around my neck and pulls me close to him.

  His lips touch the side of my head. “Yeah, I feel better. You sure do know how to make your man feel better, Baby.”

  My man.

  I have a man.

  One to take care of.

  Am I really up to this?

  He stops just before we get back into the firelight and can be seen. He turns me to him and I see the vulnerability in his expression. “Angel, I want to thank you. Thank you for finding me.”

  I nearly cry as he looks so fragile and innocent.

  “You found me, remember,” I say and try to hold back the tears.

  “That’s not what I mean. I slipped away there for a moment. I don’t want to be Benjamin or Blaze. I want to be the man I am with you. I want to be Benny. Your Benny. I always want to be him. You found that man in the first place and you just found him again. That’s how I know you’re the one for me. You make me a better man. So thank you for finding me. I’ve been lost my entire life.” He kisses my cheek and I can’t stop a tear from escaping.

  He looks at me then wipes the tear away. “Let’s try really hard to keep these out of each other’s eyes.”

  “Will do.” I put on a smile and sniffle then let him lead me back to his friends.

  And know now I have to be careful not to hurt this man as he’s as fragile as I am.

  Chapter 7

  BLAZE

  The last week has flown by as we’ve been busy with buying the house. But it’s now ours and today we’re moving in. I made Angel sign all of the papers of ownership too.

  She protested, of course. In the end, though, I won, and she’s part owner in the place too. I saw the smile on her face when they handed her the keys to the house. She was happy.

  I’m waiting here for the furniture company to bring the new mattresses for the enormous bed in the master suite. The house came furnished as we found out there was a death that left the house on the market.

  Only it didn’t occur here. The widow of a Greek tycoon passed away in one of her other mansions in Spain. The couple never had children and had ten homes around the world. So the sale was easy and the items in it stayed.

  I’ve already had Angel’s things brought over and she’ll be on her way here after she does a bit of work at her uncle’s shop. Cuddles, has settled in nicely and is checking out the enormous yard she now has.

  I watch her out of the line of the floor to ceiling windows that runs along the sun porch along the back of the house. My phone rings and startles me as I was taking in the gorgeous scenery.

  And I see it’s my mother. “Hello, Mom.”

  “Benjamin, what on Earth have you done?”

  “What has Grandfather told you all?”

  “Well, that isn’t what I’m talking about. He told us you refused to come back for the meeting with that Bain fellow. He said you didn’t agree with the firm’s decision to represent the man and he told you maybe you should think about leaving the firm. Is that why you bought a home in Sturgis?”

  Her question floors me. “How do you know I did that?”

  “You used the bank account I opened for you when you turned eighteen. We never took my name off of it and when an exorbitant amount of money leaves, they notify me. So why buy a home all the way over there unless you’re contemplating leaving the family business?”

  “I have a use for a home here. I’ve met someone, Mom.” I wait to see how she’s going to react.

  The wait is excruciating as she’s dead silent. Then she clears her throat and says, “Benjamin there aren’t a lot of eligible woman of the stature you are to marry hanging around in a motorcycle town like Sturgis is.”

  My hand balls into a fist and I slam it against my leg. “I should be able to marry who I want. Who I love. Her financial status shouldn’t come into it.”

  “Tell me you haven’t jumped the gun and asked this woman to marry you yet?”

  “It’s complicated now. One day we’ll be married. And I put her name on the paperwork for the house. She’s an owner in it with me.”

  Mom makes a deep sigh then says, “So she does have money. Why didn’t you just say that?”

  “No, she doesn’t have money or come from money. I just wanted to make sure she knew this place is hers as much as it’s mine. I wanted her name on it too.” I look out the window and watch Cuddles chase a bird who dared to land on her lawn.

  “That was an unwise decision. I don’t know why you’d do that. If she didn’t pay at least some on it, why would her name get to be on it?”

  “Because that’s the way I wanted it. I’ll go back to New York sometime soon to make sure I get what I have coming to me from the firm. Then I will resign and start my own. Two-thirds of the clients are ones I brought in. They’ll go with me.”

  “Benjamin, you need to rethink things. So about this woman. You aren’t married and even though you have a home together now doesn’t mean you have to marry her. You’re meant for more, Son. And what will you do if your grandfather does cut you off financially?”

  “It might stifle more income but it won’t break me by any means. I’ve made investments on my own. I have several accounts only I know about. He can’t stop me from making money on my own.” I get up and pace as this conversation is making my insides hurt.

  “Darling, I just don’t want to see you squander away your legacy. You are a Worthington for God’s sakes. Certain things go along with that. Things like marrying within your class. Staying with the family business is also a thing that should be a top priority to you. Mingling with trashy women is one thing, trying to make one your wife is quite another.”

  “She isn’t trashy, Mother. Angel is about to hold a Master’s Degree in Engineering. She’s the smartest woman I know.”

  “Does she ride a motorcycle, Benjamin?”

  I hesitate to answer because my mother has an idea of how a lady acts. Ladies do not ride motorcycles in her opinion. “She does. So what?”

  The sound of my mother sighing, as she falls back onto what sounds like pillows on her bed I bet, I can hear over the phone then she says, “Oh, Son! Why a thing like that? Next, you’ll be telling me she drives a truck or some horrible thing like that. Lord, please do not tell me she wears tight leather pants and boots too.”

  She does, and she looks hot as hell in them!

  “Mom, don’t worry about what the woman wears. She’s fantastic and funny, smart and she makes your son happy. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Can’t that be enough?”

  The doorbell rings and I make my way to let in what surely must be the furniture delivery guys. I can’t wait to get those new mattresses on and start breaking in the new house.

  “Benjamin, come home so we can talk. Bring the girl if you want. Let her see what’s expected out of her. I bet she won’t be so keen on marrying you when she sees how she’s expected to dress and behave.”

  “Mom, I have to go. I have work to do. Love you bunches.”

  “What? Love you bunches? Who talks like that, Benjamin? The trailer trash girl? Son, please…”

  “Sorry, got to go. Bye Mom.” I end the call and open the door. “Hi, come on in and f
ollow me upstairs, guys.”

  Two burley men follow me up the staircase with the mattress. The one right behind me seems to be marveling at the house. He lets out a long whistle. “Boy, I bet this set you back a bundle.”

  “You’d win that bet.” I open the bedroom door. “In here, guys.”

  “Gee, this room is bigger than my whole damn house,” he says as they prop the mattress against the wall. He points to the mattresses that are still on the bed. “What you want us to do with those?”

  “Take them where ever you want.” I walk over to the bed and look the clean and most likely barely used thing over. “It looks to be in perfect condition. I just wanted brand new ones. You can have these if you want.”

  The guys come over and both sit on the mattress. “It’s very comfortable. Sure, we can take this out of here for you.”

  I give them a nod. “I’ll leave you to it then. I have to get some things going in the kitchen before the old ball and chain gets home from work.”

  The local meat market had a couple of steaks I found to my liking earlier today and they had a couple of lobsters that had been flown in by helicopter from Maine. I plan on making my sweet lady a feast for our first night in the new house.

  I want to get a bottle of red wine out and open so I can give her a glass of it when she gets here. It’s funny that my mother said something about Angel driving a truck because I just ordered her one online this morning. It’s going to be delivered here next week as a surprise.

  The delivery guys come down the stairs with the old mattress and go out the front door just as Cuddles starts to scratch at the back door, wanting in.

  I go over and open the door for her and she zips inside jumping up and down so I get her a treat from the cookie jar we brought from Angel’s house. “Who’s a good girl?” I pick her up and give her the little dog biscuit.

  The men come back through with the other mattress and the little fur ball changes into Cuddles right in my arms. “Cuddles, what the fuck?”

  She wiggles and almost gets away from me as she lunges to get at the men. They get up the stairs and she is still fighting me. I take her to the laundry room that’s off the kitchen and put her in there and close her up.