by Liv Morris
“Nothing to be worried about, love. Everything is fine. I just had an idea I wanted to run by you, since of course, you are my husband. Isn’t that what couples are supposed to do? I am not used to this whole marriage shit, but I am pretty sure I am right.” I ramble when I get nervous. I wondered if he had picked up on that yet. I was rambling and my heart began to race.
“Spit it out, Jenny!” his tone became clipped and I knew he was in a mood. I moved backwards and planted my ass on his desk, crossing my legs and anchoring my elbow on my knee. Posing with my chin in my hand I finally just got to my point.
“I wanna become a Madame.”
“You want to... WHAT?” his voice boomed, and his eyes darkened.
Shit. I was in trouble. Maybe this was a bad idea. But damn it, I don’t want to be one of those stuffy rich housewives. This is my life too!
“Hear me out before you go all alpha fuckin’ cave man on me, Mathis! It is a good fucking idea!” I wanted him to give me a fair shot, but I was wondering if that will even be an option when he rolls his eyes at me. I wanted to slap him across the face every time he did that. Maybe a good slap would fix the problem he was clearly having with his eyes. Asshat.
“Listen, I know a lot of working girls. Many still work for nasty asshole pimps. They would absolutely love to work for someone like me. I have a huge client list, you know as well as I do my client line is still blowing up. This could work out well for our favor. OUR favor, Mathis. Us!”
His fingers ran through his dark hair and he lets out an aggravated sigh. “Jenny, do you think this is a good idea? I mean, we would need to set up protection for them, and to cover our own asses. We would have to find girls as well. I don’t want to deal with these men begging for you when they call.”
I could understand his concern. “Strict rules, Mathis. The first time they ask for my service they get a warning. The second time they lose their spot on the clientele list. I know enough girls to get started and, we could have Dean set up the security details.” I wanted to get down on my knees and beg him, pretty please, but Jennifer Sunshine didn’t beg. Well, not often.
I really needed to stop thinking of myself as Jennifer Sunshine too, because as much as I have loved and hated my name over the years...I was no longer a Sunshine. I’m a Verlinden now. It may not really fit me, but I had to legally change my name. Another step to solidify our budding relationship.
“I’m gonna have to think about this, Jenny.” His uncertainty bothered me. I wanted to convince him that no matter what happened, I was his girl and only his. The possessive asshole in him was exactly what was holding him back. I knew him well enough by now to figure that out.
“Mathis?”
“Hmm,” he replied, looking up through his long dark eyelashes.
“I’m gonna legally change my name this week. Say goodbye to Jennifer Sunshine. Hello to Jennifer Verlinden.”
He didn’t want to smile, but he couldn’t hold it back.
“And honey?” I asked while I slid off the desk.
“Hmmm” he replied again.
“You look stressed. Let me help you unwind a little bit.” Instead of the shoulder rub I had offered so many nights this week. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his soft cock out of his expensive dress pants and went to work pleasing my husband.
***
“Your name is?” I asked the petite brunette with huge tits sitting across from me in the spacious office Mathis had decided to provide me with.
“Leslie Brown,” the sheepish girl replied. Her manicured fingernail twirled around a piece of her hair.
“Not anymore. If you are hired, you will take on a new name so you can remain safe and anonymous. I know you have been working with Jonah for a long time, but he treats his girls like shit. I am not about that.”
She nodded and just listens to my speech across the table. Nora sat at my side taking notes, sizing her up because shortly, after she signed on the dotted line, my blonde bestie was going to whisk her away to become Sunshined. No more cheap shitty clients. No more sleazy motels and dirty clients.
“Lori London,” she quietly whispered across the table.
“What was that?” I answered and push the contract in her direction.
“I would like to go by Lori London,” her voice slowly got louder.
“That is fine. We need to work on your attitude though. You are too meek. We’ll get you fully ready to handle these clients, Lori. Because honey, these aren’t those junkies you were seeing before. These are real men looking for more than just a quick blow job.” Her eyes opened wide and I knew I was going to love rescuing these girls from the bowels of Vegas hell. Even if they were still going to be whores.
Chapter 16
Adjustment
(Mathis)
This was going to back fire. It just had to. Shit like this always did but, I gave my wife credit. After a week of interviewing women of all shapes and sizes, she became more and more determined to help these women. God, these women. They were dealt a shitty hand in life, and deserved better. Real jobs but seeing as most places wouldn’t hire a “whore”, working for Madame Sunshine would have to do.
I just hoped in time that my wife could retire. I didn’t want her having any association with this lifestyle ever again but I saw where she was coming from and had to suck it up.
After the last woman left my apartment, Jennifer said goodbye to Nora. Nora waved in my direction and I smiled as Jennifer came up to me.
She wrapped her arms around my middle and sighed. “All done.”
I kissed her head. “All interviewed?”
She nodded and pulled away, stifling a yawn. “Yes. Finally. I never realized how much work it was.”
“I’m glad Nora was here to help you.”
Jennifer smiled and took my hand, bringing me to the couch with her. “Did Dean get the security in order?”
“Yes, he’s working on it.”
“Good.” She yawned again.
I chuckled and moved to kiss her when my business line rang.
She sighed and got off my lap. Whoever it was, it better be damn important.
Heading into my office, I grabbed the phone before my answering machine could pick it up. “Verlinden.”
“Well well well. I’m actually surprised I was able to reach you.”
My stomach sunk. “What the hell do you want, Jude?”
“I have a proposition for you.”
“I can already tell you that the answer is going to be no,” I ground out.
He chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want yet.”
“Don’t need to. Listen, if you—”
“No. You fucking listen to me,” he snarled. “How would you like it if I told your business associate about your wife, and her exploits?”
“Go ahead. I don’t fucking care what anyone thinks,” I growled.
Jude laughed. “You’re such a fucking liar. Give me one night with Jenny, and my lips are sealed.”
My eyes widened. “Excuse me?” I was going to kill this mother fucker. Gut him like a fish, and then mount him on my damn wall.
“I want one night, and then I go away.”
“I don’t fucking think so.” Who the hell did this guy think he was?
“Are you sure? Because what kind of man would want to build a business, or a hotel in your case, with someone who has a whore of a wife?”
My grip on the phone tightened. “Do it. I can find someone else to work with if he has his head so far up his own ass that he can’t see past that shit.”
“Please. You’re fucking bluffing. It pisses you off that I have this power, this control.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm when really, my insides were raging with fury.
“Does it bother you knowing that I’ve seen her naked? I’ve touched every inch of her? Been inside her over and over again.”
“Fuck. You.” He was getting to me. Bad.
I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I don’t—”
“Did she tell you how hard she came the last time I fucked her as she ate my girlfriend’s pussy?”
That was it. I was seeing red. “You—”
“I was her favorite client. She always came back for more. I can still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fucked her hard. And Mathis?”
My breathing picked up at the words I was hearing. I knew he was a client, I knew they had history but the way he was talking, made it sound like it was more.
“She’s mine.”
I growled. “No she’s fucking not. She’s mine, asshole. Mine. I own her.”
Jude chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” And with that he hung up.
I slammed the receiver down and huffed, scrubbing my hands down my face. My body vibrated. Adrenaline pumped through me like a hurricane. “Fuck.” I landed my fist hard on the desk, the cup of pens shaking under my wrath, before spilling onto the floor.
“Mathis?” A light knock sounded on the door before Jennifer peeked her head into my office. “Everything alright?”
My cock got hard just seeing her. Mine.
I rose to my feet and stalked towards her, never needing to be insider her so badly.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back, heading in the direction of the living room.
Run, that’s fine but I will catch you. This sense of possession came over me, took over my soul as I closed the distance between us. I was officially becoming a fucking caveman.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice turning husky with desire.
I leaned my head from side to side, cracking the tendons in my neck.
She turned around and headed towards the couch. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but—”
Before I knew what I was doing, I tackled her. We both landed hard on the couch, her warm body spread beneath me. “Mathis.”
My hands ripped at her clothes, tugging the panties clean off her body. I fisted my hand in her red hair and pulled her head back, grazing my teeth over the side of her neck.
She swallowed, a soft moan leaving her beautiful plump lips.
“You’re mine, Jennifer,” I growled. Was that even me talking? The possession for this woman took over again as I lowered my zipper and freed my now rock hard cock.
“Mathis, what—”
I slammed into her tight cunt making her cry out. Fuck, she was hot.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
Gripping her hair in one hand, I pulled her leg up to her chest with the other and pulled out before thrusting back in. “Mine. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yes. I am. Please…shit,” she begged.
Every time I powered into her, her eyes dilated. I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, restraining her under me as I fucked her hard. “You’re mine. Your cunt is mine. Your body is mine. You are mine.”
She moaned, trembling beneath me, her core squeezing my cock.
“I own you, Jennifer,” I said between thrusts. “Me. That’s it. No one else.”
She panted and spread her legs wider before a scream of ecstasy left her lips.
“That’s it. Come on my dick.”
Sounds of pleasure encircled us as I kept pumping into her at a frantic pace. I couldn’t control it. The need to possess and take over her body was strong, gripping me from the inside out. And it was all Jude’s fucking fault.
I pulled out and thrust two fingers into her pussy and wrapped my other hand around my cock. “You’re going to come again and again until I tell you to stop.”
She nodded and pushed back against my hand.
I inserted three fingers deep inside her, rubbing them over her g-spot.
Jennifer whimpered, her hips picking up speed. “Yes. Oh God. Harder.”
A tingle shot down my back before exploding through my balls. I released my seed onto her ass and lower back. I groaned, pinching the tip of my dick, lengthening my orgasm.
She turned her head and looked up at me, her eyes darkening with desire as I came on her body.
With my finger, I brushed it through the white cream and pushed it into her pussy. She moaned.
I repeated my movements, and did the same with the puckered hole between her ass cheeks. Both spots I had become accustomed to over the last week.
“I want to come all over you and inside you over and over again.” My hand still held a firm grip on my cock, and although I just had come, it was still hard as stone. I sank back into her, stretching her to meet my size and pushed more of my come inside her waiting pussy.
She moaned, opening her body to me. “I love the feel of your come deep inside my cunt.”
My body came to life with her words. God, I loved this woman. I loved everything about her. But, at this moment it wasn’t making love. It was pure raw fucking, and I needed her to be aware that no man would come between us. She was mine. A thought came to me at that very moment. What better way to have her permanently in my life? To know that she would always be there, no matter what.
Throwing a baby into the fucking mix wouldn’t jack shit up. It would work. Would she be for it though? That was the question.
As her pussy sucked my cock dry, I couldn’t help shake the feeling of elated happiness that flew through me. She wouldn’t have to be a whore any more. She said she wouldn’t for me but having a baby was a guaranteed way to make her stop.
Her cries of pleasure interrupted my thoughts, and I focused back on the task at hand. Making my wife exhausted from my thick length fucking her hard.
I leaned down, covering her completely and bit the back of her neck.
She gasped, her pussy clenching around me.
I did it again.
As her moans and cries of bliss filled my ears, I continued on my plans on making her mine for good. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be ready for a baby so plan B? Steal her birth control.
Chapter 17
Missing in Action
(Jennifer)
Whoever had been on the phone with Mathis sent him into an absolute tailspin. I hadn’t seen the possessive Mathis rear his ugly head in days, but tonight he did with vengeance. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.
My body relaxed against his while he ran his fingers through my hair. We snuggled in bed as if the intense fucking never happened. I wanted to pick his brain, ask him what happened, but he was still wound so tightly. He would be in a better frame of mind in the morning. No good would come from discussing shit tonight.
“Jenny,” his voice sent a chill down my spine. No matter how many times my name left his beautiful European lips, I could never get enough of it.
“Mmm,” I replied in response, I couldn’t even bring myself to answer in words. I was just that exhausted.
“Are you on birth control?” the question instantly became an elephant in the room. We had been fucking like wild rabbits and the subject never came up until now. Was that what was bothering him?
“Yes, why?” I rolled over to face him while we had whatever discussion was about to explode between us. My heavy eyelids were recharged and my exhaustion was long forgotten.
“I was just wondering. I mean, it is a valid question, right?” His demeanor remained cool, calm, nothing like the brooding man who attacked me on the couch earlier in the evening.
“I guess so, but why now? Shouldn’t we have covered that before we started fucking?” I didn’t mean to sound irritated, but it came across that way. Damn it. Way to keep your emotions under control Jenny!
“It slipped my mind, I figured you’re my wife now so whatever happens, happens. Right?” Did he just say he wants me to get knocked up? I almost want to kick him in his dick. And if I didn’t get so much damn pleasure from it, I probably would have.
“Mathis, what is going on? What aren’t you telling me?” Can of worm
s? Officially fucking open. I might as well have poked the bear with a stick. I started to pull away from him in bed and his grip on me tightened.
“Jenny, don’t pull away from me, love.” His lips gently pressed to my cheek, and he pulled me closer. “I’m telling you everything. I just wanted all of our communication open. Babies happen. Life happens. I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
Same page? Would he be on the same page?
“Mathis, I’m nowhere near ready for a baby. Hell, we just got married. We don’t know each other at all. Don’t you think a baby would just confuse everything right now? I wouldn’t want anything to come between us.” It was true. Everything with us was just so fresh and new. A baby. God. That would fuck everything up. It would be like throwing a smelly, puking, drunk frat boy in between my husband and me.
“I know love, I know. I just...” He stopped and looked away.
He was lying. I may not be a world class poker player, but I have figured out his tell. Every time he lied to me, he looked away. He couldn’t make eye contact with me. It was like my sapphire gaze was a truth detector.
“Jenny, I can’t stop thinking about you growing a piece of me inside you. I understand where you are coming from. Maybe someday?” His eyes met mine and I could feel the raw love in them. His words made me melt. They filled me with a want I have never had before. The want to share a forever with someone. That feeling all those bimbos back home had gushed about when they met the one.
The love and kittens. The desire for a white picket fence and children. The want for a forever with one person, forsaking all others as long as we both shall live. I may not remember the vows we took in a tiny midnight ceremony, but I cherished them deep in my soul. Only a week later.
“Mathis. Are you scared I am going to leave you?” I knew I took him off guard when he pulled away from me.
His hands ran through his hair, then down his face.
“Yes. Okay. I am. You don’t remember our wedding. You didn’t want to get married. I did. I wanted you anyway I could have you, Jenny. I’m afraid one day you are going to fucking wake up and run off with Jude Emerson, or anyone else but me.”
