by Nikki Wild
I picked up my phone and tried to call my Mom. Of course, she didn’t answer.
I left a long rambling message insisting she ‘call me back immediately because Randy had shown up on the street and did she know anything about that and did he come to see her too and what the fuck and oh my god can you believe this shit!’
“That should do the job,” I said, hanging up as Bear walked back to me.
“She didn’t answer?” he said.
“Nope,” I replied, my fingers still trembling as I took the cup of tea from him. I’d kill for a good glass of wine about now, but that wasn’t in the cards for a while.
“There’s a board meeting today,” he said.
“Shouldn’t you be there?” I asked.
“Me?” he asked, smiling. “I’m on my honeymoon. Definitely more important than attending a board meeting and certainly much more entertaining.” He reached out, running a teasing finger up my thigh.
I shook my head and pursed my lips.
“I’m sorry, Bear, I’m just so upset right now.”
“I understand, love,” he said. “I’m just trying to take your mind off of it and I can’t think of a better way.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t be able to either, but this is very distracting!” I complained. “Why would he just show up like that?”
“Maybe it’s as simple as what he said.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re his daughter. That’s reason enough, isn’t it?”
“Is it? He’s been absent all my life. He left when I was two. One day, he just didn’t come home after work. Ran off with some tramp from his job. And we never saw or heard from him again.”
“Matilda didn’t sue him for child support?”
“Nope. She’s always been fiercely independent, determined to make her own way and even though it was a huge sacrifice, she did it. She worked her ass off and proved to him and herself and everyone else that she didn’t need him. I think she was incredibly proud of that, to tell you the truth. She didn’t chase him. She didn’t go after him in court. In turn, she didn’t have to share custody with someone that clearly wasn’t interested in spending time with me.”
“That’s fucked up,” Bear said, echoing the words floating through my head. “So no contact until today?”
“Nope.”
“That’s wild,” he said.
“God, I wish Matilda had never put that announcement in the paper. Did you know there’s a picture of us having dinner and an announcement about us getting married on Page Six, whatever the hell that is?”
“Is there?” he asked, smiling. “I didn’t know that. No wonder my phone was blowing up yesterday. I was wondering how everyone knew. I just figured Matilda mentioned it at work.”
“Matilda mentioned it to the world, apparently,” I said, dryly.
“It doesn’t matter, darling,” he said, pulling me close. “It won’t be the last time we’ll be in the papers. It goes with the territory.”
I groaned, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“You’ll get used to it, Beauty,” he said, kissing my forehead.
“I could have gone my whole life without seeing him,” I said.
“Well, something tells me that won’t be the last time. You should think about how you want to handle this. Let me know if you need me to do anything.”
“What are you going to do? Pay him to go away?”
“That’s an option,” he shrugged.
I hit him playfully and laughed.
“I was kidding!”
“Well, there are a lot of options. Give it some time. You might want to see him again. At the very least, it might offer some closure in your life.”
“I don’t need closure, not when it comes to him.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up a hand, “it’s your choice, Beauty. It’s your life. You do whatever’s right for you. I’m behind you a hundred percent, no matter what you decide.”
“Now, see?” I asked, “that’s why I love you.”
“Why?” he smiled.
“Because you act like you always have to be in charge, but in reality you give me everything I want.”
He arched an eyebrow, lowering his voice as he placed a hand on my knee.
“Be careful, Beauty,” he said. “You learn all my secrets too quickly and I won’t be any fun anymore.”
I laughed out loud, the laughter roaring through me, all of the tension releasing from my shoulders.
I reached down, putting my hand on my stomach, thinking about my daughter. I’d never seen her face, but I knew I’d never be able to even imagine what it would be like to abandon her.
No, the last thing I wanted was to see Randy again. I’d gotten by just fine without him so far and I certainly didn’t need a father now.
I looked up at Bear and he kissed me gently. I leaned into his warm embrace, knowing deep in my heart that I’d finally found my true home right there in his arms.
Bear
It wasn’t the best time of year to go to Paris, but Chloe fell in love with the gloomy, rain-soaked, cobblestone streets right away.
“It reminds of me of home,” she said, her dancing eyes lighting up with some new joy around every corner we turned. We were huddled together under an umbrella, strolling along the Champs-Elyseés.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said, pulling her close. The avenue was filled with happy partygoers, the rain not deterring them one bit. Paris had a way of making your forget all your troubles, including inclement weather.
“I think I could live here,” she said. “Have you ever thought of moving away from New York?”
“I’ve thought about it, sure, but that city owns my heart. It would be hard to live somewhere else. I think I’d miss it tremendously. If anything, I could see myself living up at the cabin. Well, at least I used to, now…well, I’m not so sure.”
Chloe shot me an empathic glance. I’d tried to put Bruce’s death in the back of my mind, determined not to let his absence ruin my honeymoon, but it was proving more difficult than I’d imagined.
“Maybe it’ll get better with time,” she said, brushing a kiss across my lips.
“I hope so,” I said. “In the meantime, we’re here now and we can come back to visit anytime you wish! Maybe next time we can come when it’s not so rainy.”
“I’d love that,” she said. “And you're right, we’re here now! Let’s enjoy it!”
“Absolutely, Beauty. What are you in the mood for?” We’d had dinner at a candlelit bistro not far from our hotel earlier and we’d been strolling around aimlessly for an hour or so.
“I’m not sure,” she said.
“There’s a wonderful nightclub at the end of the avenue toward the Arc de Triomphe. Let’s go dancing.”
“Sounds great,” she said, “I’m happy doing anything, as long as I’m in this city and with you.”
“You’re easy to please,” I said.
“Am I?” she teased. “I like to think that you’re just really skilled at it.”
I groaned, my cock twitching in my pants. She’d been flirting like an unabashed vixen since we’d arrived.
“Beauty, if you keep flirting, I won’t be able to make it back to the hotel before slamming my cock inside of you,” I growled into her ear.
She moaned, arching her back as she leaned into me, her breasts pressing into my arm.
“Do you think I’d say no to that?” she asked, with a playful grin.
“There must be something in the Paris air that agrees with you.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head, her loose black curls waving around her upturned face, “it’s just you.”
“Lucky me,” I said.
“I’m the lucky one,” she said, stopping and turning to me, as she stared up into my eyes. “Have I told you today how thankful I am for you?”
“For what, darling? Claiming you as my own and dragging you kicking and screaming into my cave?”
> Her laughter rang out like a song. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, something like that,” she said. “And for everything else. For loving me. For marrying me. For bringing me here.”
“Chloe,” I said, my face turning serious. “Surely you realize the pleasure is all mine.” I grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I love you, Bear,” she said, her eyes beaming love straight through me.
“Je t’aime, mademoiselle,” I whispered.
“Je t’aime, monsieur,” she giggled.
She laughed again, staring up at me with the prettiest smile. She was so young, so hopeful, not yet jaded by life. I loved the fact that she found joy in the simple things, that she found love in me.
If I wasn’t careful, all this mushy love stuff was going to soften me. I was already holding back considerably in bed, terrified to hurt her or the baby. Every time we made love now, I made sure to reign in my normally rough desires. She kept telling me over and over that she was fine and that I couldn’t hurt the baby by our normal activities, but I wasn’t about to take any chances.
Part of me couldn’t wait till the baby was born and Chloe was all healed up and ready to accept the full force of my love again. Until then, I’d be happy with being gentle.
It certainly wasn’t easy, though. I longed for the rush of power that I was used to experiencing. I yearned to run my fingertips over her freshly whipped flesh, admiring the scarlet beauty of her stinging skin. To know that I had created that. It was a heady rush that I’d become addicted to. Chloe’s acceptance of it all had only made me want it more.
At times, I questioned my need for it. I wondered if I’d let it go too far. I’d contemplated if I was indeed a sex addict. But those questions didn’t matter, nor did the answers.
I was who I was. Nothing was going to change. That was why Chloe was so valuable to me. I knew she accepted me fully, she wasn’t just waiting around for something to be different. I’d had relationships in the past where women thought they could ‘fix’ me, or that I’d grow out of it, or even worse, that I could change just because they wanted me to.
Those theories couldn’t be farther from reality.
Hell, I’d already gone to hell and back trying to deny that part of me and I’d learned it wasn’t going anywhere.
Chloe was priceless to me.
Her love, her acceptance, those were things my money would never be able to provide for me. Even the most seasoned sex workers had tired of my games, no matter how much I paid them.
Chloe loved me for me.
There was nothing more important to me than nourishing that love. If I was forced to control myself a little more than usual while she was pregnant, so be it. In the end, I would get to go back to my old ways and we’d be blessed with a little girl afterwards.
That didn’t mean we couldn’t do other stuff though. I wasn’t sure where, but I knew I’d be buried inside of her somewhere on this avenue before the evening was over. I knew this because there was no way I was going to be able to wait much longer, not with that look on her face and that short cocktail dress she was wearing just begging me to take her.
We reached the far end of the Champs-Elyseés and found the club I knew about. L’Arc was jumping, with people steaming in and out of it steadily. The Arc towered in the distance, a gorgeous backdrop.
“Let’s go inside,” I said, taking her hand in mine and leading her inside the club. Loud pumping music poured out of the place and as soon as we walked through the threshold we were transported into another world.
A world of opulence and luxury.
The black marble floors under our feet led down a small stairway and into a sunken bar and dance floor lined with low-slung quilted black leather booths filled with the beautiful people of Paris. They were drinking, laughing, flirting, lounging and all the people writhing on the crowded dance floor only added to the electric energy of the place.
The hostess greeted us and I asked for a VIP room. She nodded and we followed her to the back of the club. We walked past throngs of dancing couples and I glanced over my shoulder, smiling as I watched Chloe drinking in the crowd.
We ascended a dark staircase and the hostess opened a door and ushered us inside a dark, empty room. I slipped her some cash and she smiled.
“A waitress will be here shortly,” she said, closing the door behind her.
The room was gorgeous, the low light faintly illuminating a black leather couch and a few tables. One entire side was a window that looked down at the dance floor, the flashing pink and blue lights ricocheting off mirrored walls.
“This is incredible,” Chloe said, just as the door opened again and a scantily dressed waitress walked in.
“Bon jour,” she purred. “What can I get you?”
“What would you like, darling?” I asked Chloe.
“I’d love a whiskey, but I’ll just have a soda and lime,” she said. I winked at her, and turned back to the waitress.
“Two sodas with lime, please,” I asked.
“Be right back. Please make yourself comfortable,” she nodded and walked out. Chloe turned to me.
“Bear, you don’t have to refrain from drinking just because I can’t,” she said.
“I’d rather be on the same page with you tonight,” I said, pulling her into my arms.
“You’re too good to me,” she said.
I was being good to her, but I was also refraining from drinking because I was afraid of getting drunk around her and losing control. Staying sober was best.
Besides, it really isn’t fair that the woman has to do all the work and make all the sacrifices during a pregnancy. A little solidarity was in order, as far as I was concerned.
The waitress returned with our drinks after a few moments and we took her advice, settling into the couches and watching the crowd below.
“We can go down there, if you’d like,” I said.
“I’m loving it up here,” she said. “I like begin alone with you and still being able to see everyone. Do you think they can see us?”
“Who cares? Nobody seems to be looking up, but I’m sure they’re all pretty self-absorbed right now.”
“They do seem to be having a very good time, don’t they?” she quipped.
“Yes, they do,” I agreed. She leaned into me, my cock stirring at the pressure of her body against mine.
Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. We were alone and she was mine.
“Beauty, stand up,” I growled.
“Hmm?” she asked, distracted by her people watching.
“Stand up!” I barked. “Now!”
“Oh!” she said, scrambling to her feet. She looked down at me, a half-smile forming on her face as she realized what I was up to. Silently, she waited for further instructions. Her obedience only made me harder.
“Go lock the door,” I said. She walked over to the door and my gaze glued to her ass, her curves mesmerizing me as they swayed back and forth. Every move she made seduced me into a trance.
She turned back to me, waiting expectantly.
“Come here,” I said, my voice a low husky growl. My cock swelled in my pants, throbbing painfully. She stood in front of me, looking down at me with the beauty of an angel.
I’d never wanted her more.
I reached down, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. I pulled out my swollen cock and looked back up at her.
“Straddle me,” I said. “I need to be inside of you, now!”
Without any hesitation, she sat on my lap, her dress rising over her hips, her naked thighs surrounding me. She reached down, gripping my shaft and sliding her exquisite pussy around me.
“Yes,” I groaned, my hands grabbing her hips and guiding her up and down on my lap.
She was so soft, so fucking hot, such a perfect fit.
My hands trailed down, running over her muscular thighs as they flexed under my palms with each thrust. Her
skin slid under my fingertips like satin. My gaze traveled up, drinking in the swell of her breasts, the flush of her cheeks, the hunger in her eyes.
I reached up with one hand, encircling her beautiful collar-lined throat with my fingers. I felt her swallow hard, her eyes peering into mine.
“Bear?” she asked.
“Yes, Beauty,” I groaned, pushing up into her.
“Who am I?” she asked, cocking her head to one side, her eyes full of sensual mischief. She licked her lips, waiting for my answer.
I smiled, my cock twitching inside of her, threatening to explode. My thumb rubbed over the words emblazoned on her collar. She shivered at my touch, her nipples hardening under her dress.
“You, Beauty, are mine. Mrs. Dalton, my good girl…”
Her pupils dilated and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, gripping me tighter with each thrust. Her hips never stopped moving, her soft lips grinding against me and then pulling away, up and down, over and over…
“Do you like me like this, Bear?” she asked, her voice a low purr. “Fucking you. Obeying you. Doing every slutty little thing you ask me to do…”
“Yes,” I said, pressing harder into her. “I fucking love it, Chloe. You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?” I let go of her neck, sliding my hand into her hair. Her curls tangled around my fingertips and I lightly pulled. Her eyes lit up, just as they did every single time I did that.
I turned her face to the crowd below.
“Look at them,” I said. “All those people. All they have to do is look up and they’d see what you are. A dirty girl. A very, very good girl, but a terribly dirty slut.”
She was so wet. The sweet slide of skin on skin took my breath away, sending me deep into the darkness that I knew I’d never be able to ignore.
“Chloe,” I growled, “do you see anyone else down there you’d like to fuck?”
Her head spun around, her gaze crashing into mine.
“No, Bear,” she said. “I’m yours. I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
I growled again, my perfect little angel.
“Good answer,” I said, thrusting hard up into her. She whimpered, her head falling back. “You do know who you are, don’t you? All mine. Forever mine.”
