My Bully's Father

We laid there together like that, not talking my cock, just resting inside her, both lost in our own thoughts. “If you don’t tell me now and I find out later, how safe are you going to be?” I felt her tense up at my question.

“Can you just leave it alone? It has nothing to do with you.”

“So you do admit that there’s something.” She clammed up after that, which of course, for some inexplicable reason, pissed me off.

GENEVIEVE

I THINK if I don’t talk, he just might kill me, either with his fists or his cock. We’ve been at it for hours, which thankfully came to an end around noon when the doorbell rang. I got to find out then who Hal was, just a locksmith who had been hired to change all the locks on the doors.

This is what he’d been talking about yesterday in the midst of his mood change. Was he regretting the rift between him and his daughter? Is that why he’s lashing out at me because he blames me? What did it matter if that was the case now anyway? In the end, I’m gonna end up losing, I’ve decided.

If I come clean, he’s going to kick me out and never look back. If I don’t come clean now, he’s bound to find out somewhere down the line, and the result may be the same. But at least the latter way, I get to spend some more time with him.

For now, I get to live with him without the taint of revenge, if only for just a little while. So I held firm and didn’t share, and when it seemed like I was losing the fight, I used my womanly skills to tame my man, and it worked.

It worked so good he seemed to have cast off whatever dark cloud had been hanging around him. For the next few days we laughed and played, well not during working hours, then we were serious. But in the evenings, when we came home, we ran around the house like children.

We played in the indoor heated pool, in the garden with the hose hosing down each other, we played on the adult swing he had in a private section of the backyard, and we played in the hot tub, where we teased each other unmercifully.

We got out and washed off under the spray of warm water in the outdoor shower, and then I found myself spread out on a chaise lounge with Gregory’s head between my thighs. This was the second time today, and the reason I know he’s over his mad.

He had my legs pushed all the way back to my ears, and this time his wicked tongue didn’t just attack my clit, but my tightly puckered little ass hole as well. Each time his tongue teased me there, I jumped with ecstasy. It was electrifyingly good.

A finger in my pussy and his tongue in my ass set off another gusher, and I splattered us both. He lapped up my juices before going back to the source for more. He shifted his body so that he was straddling my head with his dick in my face, just hanging there, like some microphone made out of flesh, waiting to be handled.

I gobbled him down to about five finches while he pulled my legs high above his shoulders, lifting my ass off the chaise while he deep fucked my face. I choked, gagged, and came at the same time, which was a trip and a half. Something about it tripped his switch, and he was on me and in me before I could blink.

I wanted to tell him that maybe if he thought his kid was in there, he might wanna stay out of my womb, but I didn’t want to open that kettle of fish. So I just took my pounding like a good girl and didn’t say a word about him trying to break my back against that chaise lounge.

MR. JARVIS

IT’S BEEN TWO MONTHS, and she hasn’t said a thing. Our days had fallen into a kind of routine, though not quite because each day and night was filled with some new adventure. Whether it was bocce ball on the lawn or fucking her beneath the stars in the adult swing outback, or sitting in a bath full of bubbles that she insisted on as we were doing now.

I had my arms wrapped around her as she rested back against my chest. She was staring at our matching palms, comparing the sizes between them. We’d just had a long bout of fucking as usual and were enjoying the sweet afterglow. These few weeks without any distraction has been amazing. We concentrate only on each other, and things are fine.

Except sometimes I see her gazing off into space, and I know that her mind is back there with whatever secret she’s hiding. She turned her face to nuzzle me, which means she wants some loving. Not necessarily sex; sometimes it’s just to be held and caressed, which is what I did now.