The Preacher’s Son

by B. D. Anderson

  “I want a divorce,” she lied. “I need a husband who can accept me and love me. I want a man who will accept my love. I need a man, Emerson! I need a man!”

  He looked at her, his eyes pleading. “Don’t leave me. I ‘ll give you whatever you want.”

  “Why should I stay, Emerson? Why did you marry me in the first place?” she demanded, poking his chest with her index finger. Oh how she wanted to straddle his ass on that desk and ride him like a fiend in heat!

  She leaned back against the desk with her hands folded across her chest. She was standing in front of him as he sat in his large leather chair before her. She watched as he took off his glasses. She licked her lips and remembered how he felt inside of her but quickly drew herself up before she became distracted.

  “Answer me!”

  “I married you because I love you,” he confessed finally, looking at her with those bedroom eyes that she loved so much. She resisted the urge to soften her stance.

  “You call that love, the way you treated me?” she asked angrily.

  “I know… I guess you are right. I admit that you scare me shitless. I like being in control. But when I’m with you… I have no control of my emotions… my feelings, and that scares me. No one has ever loved me for me. You’re a beautiful woman, Olivia. If I didn’t have money, you wouldn’t have given me a second glance. Everyone else has always wanted something from me. I can understand that because it’s been that way my whole life.”

  She looked at him a moment. “I was attracted to your self-confidence, Emerson. You’ve accomplished a lot. I like that you pursued me and treated me like a queen, that you respected my desire to wait for sex until I was married. Most men would never have been that patient. I loved the attention you gave me, Emerson. I loved your determination. I thought that confidence I saw here in this place would be the same in our relationship.”

  She looked around the office. “I was wrong about that one. I wanted a strong man, Emerson… one who’d take control and be aggressive. I thought that man was you! I wanted that man! I could care less about your money. I’ve done everything I could to show you that I love you, and all you do is run from me. Now you sit here and tell me that you’re afraid to love me because you can’t control your feelings? You can’t be in control of everything, Emerson. All I’ve ever wanted was a husband who would love me and let me love him in return.”

  Emerson looked at her. “Until I talked to Ferguson, I’d never heard of any man that was totally obsessed with any woman and was happy about it. I didn’t want you to have that kind of hold over me. I avoided you because I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t understand it. You make me feel weak and needy. Ferguson is the first person I’ve met that seems totally happy about it. I figured that if I kept my distance for a while, that I’d have time to figure out what to do… how to handle you.”

  “Well, your time is up. Are you going to give me the divorce or not?” she asked again.

  His face looked pained. “Olivia… do you want me to beg? I don’t want you to go.”

  He put his glasses back on and looked at her. “I want us to work it out,” he said.

  She grabbed him by the tie. “Get up!”

  He stood up, looking at her. “Make it worth my while.” She growled, getting a whiff of the cologne she’d bought him and felt herself go wet. She resisted the urge to lick her lips.

  “What do you want?” he asked, looking up at her. She yanked the tie again, pulling him closer.

  “What are you willing to give me?” she countered, tightening her hold on his tie.

  “Whatever you want. Anything.”

  “Good,” she said, dropping the tie. “Get undressed.”

  He stared at her like she was crazy. “What are you talking about?”

  She took her hand and shoved everything off of his desk onto the floor. She looked at his shocked expression and pointed her finger in his face.

  “From now on, I come first!” she said. “Get undressed right now! I want you naked!”

  “Olivia! Why do you want me undressed… to humiliate me?” he asked, following her as she walked across his office.

  She ignored him and began ransacking his office. She dumped all the books off of the bookshelves and overturned chairs. She pushed the bookcases from the wall causing them to come crashing down to the floor. She threw things around. It looked like a tornado had hit. Statues where dashed to the floor, paintings ripped from the walls, and all Emerson could do was stare in disbelief at her antics.

  He watched her, not knowing what to think. She looked back at him as she flipped over another chair.

  “You’re not undressed yet! I don’t have all night!” she yelled as she knocked another painting from the wall.

  He glanced at his cleared desk as she threw some magazines around. Olivia opened the door and saw that Anna had left for the day. “Lock this door,” she commanded, slamming it hard. She watched as he came across the room to do as she demanded.

  “Tomorrow when anyone asks you what happened in here, tell them that your wife fucked you senseless and you enjoyed every moment of it! Now lock this door!”

  He complied, not knowing what else to do. She stood there in her green gown, breathing hard, her hair all over her head, looking like a crazy woman.

  “Now,” she said, looking around at her handiwork after having destroyed his office. “Whenever you come in this office, from now on I want you to remember this night. I want it all, Emerson. I want all you can give me and all you’ve got, and I’m not talking about money. I want it here in this office, and I want it right now! In the future when you come in here, when you do business, I want you to remember what’s really important! I want you to remember that before you make any major decision, that I’m your number-one priority!”

  Emerson wasn’t a dense man. He hadn’t earned millions by being stupid. His wife wanted him, just him. He’d been such a blind fool until this moment. She wanted sex, but it was more than that. Her actions made him realize that she was now demanding a response. She had thrown down a challenge, and he was determined to meet it head on. She had said that she wanted an aggressive man, and he was about to show her just how much of a man he could be!

  He grabbed her, pulling her roughly into his arms, and she moaned in response. He realized then what Olivia wanted. He finally understood. She just wanted him and him alone. Never had he seen her like this, so demanding and so aroused at the same time. Instinctively he knew that she didn’t want to just make love, she wanted him to claim what was rightfully his and to fuck her within an inch of her life.

  “Is this what you want?” he said, kissing her hard. He felt the dress rip under his hands and heard her laugh with glee.

  “You’re getting the idea,” she replied. He ripped it off of her and tossed it aside, leaving her standing bare except for her panties.

  “All right, Olivia. I think I finally understand you,” he said as his eyes roamed over her. He grabbed her again and shoved her against the wall, grinding his erection into her.

  She laughed. “Took you long enough!”

  Emerson roughly pushed her down on the sofa and stood over her. He could see that she liked it, that she wanted him to take control. She spread her legs wide and touched her panty-clad mound as her eyes locked with his.

  “You have a lot of making up to do, Mr. Hunt,” she said.

  She lifted her leg and placed her bare foot against the obvious bulge in his pants.

  “Olivia—”

  “I’m horny as hell, Emerson. You are my husband, and you have a responsibility to take care of my urges! Do you understand me! I shouldn’t have to come in here begging for it!”

  “I’m sorry, Olivia,” he said, licking his lips. “I can assure you that things are going to change between us from now on!”

  “Good,” she replied. “You had better have
some stamina because it’s going to take at least three times to get back into my good graces, Emerson! It’s been months since you were a husband to me! I’m going to need you at least three times, understand?”

  She watched as his eyes got big and then he yanked her by the arm, pulling her to her feet, kissing her again.

  “I’m not telling you again, Emerson,” she said, reaching for his belt. “Get undressed now.”

  Emerson quickly undressed and shoved her back onto the sofa, ripping her panties from her body. Without any further delay, he roughly turned her over, pulling her to her knees, and swiftly entered her from behind.

  Olivia was in heaven as he pounded into her feverishly. Yes, things were going to change between the two of them. Emerson Hunt was about to learn that her needs had nothing to do with his bank account or his material possessions.

  “Harder, Emerson!” she demanded.

  Emerson pulled back and paused, and she wondered why he stopped.

  “I’ve got this, Olivia,” he said, squeezing her breast with his hand. “You just enjoy the ride!”

  He then slapped her buttocks hard with the palm of his hand, causing her to let out a high pitch squeal.

  He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I’m about to show you how much of a man I really am, Olivia.”

  He then smacked her ass a couple more times before turning her over and plunging into her tight, silky depths.

  CHAPTER 30

  EMERSON’S GRATITUDE

  Jeremy was surprised when Michael called stating that Emerson Hunt wanted him to come to his office immediately. What in the world could be wrong now?

  It was the day before the big party and kickoff of the new Chaz line. Perhaps he needed him to do something special for that night.

  He sat outside Emerson Hunt’s office waiting. His secretary looked up at him after hanging up the phone. “Mr. Hunt will see you now.”

  Jeremy got up and walked into the office. He noticed immediately that it had been redecorated.

  “Come in, Ferguson,” Emerson said, pointing to a chair.

  Jeremy sat down, and Emerson got up and walked to a small table and picked up some papers.

  “Ferguson, I’ve decided to alter your contract a little, and I wanted to notify you.”

  Jeremy was surprised. What was he trying to pull? “You can’t do that, Mr. Hunt. We’ve already signed. What kind of changes are you trying to make?”

  “I want to extend your contract with Chaz,” Emerson said, looking over the reading glasses he wore. “I will, of course, compensate you financially. It’s here in the paperwork.”

  Jeremy looked at him. “I thought you didn’t do business without your lawyer.”

  “I got him to draw it up. I think you will find it satisfactory. I wanted to present this to you one-on-one.”

  He sat back as Jeremy glanced over the figures. He was shocked. Emerson had more than doubled his salary and had added three more years to the contract!

  “I don’t know what to say,” Jeremy said. “Why are you doing this?”

  Emerson leaned back in the chair. “Remember what you said to me when you were last here? You know, the man-to-man talk we had? You told me that the cost to please your wife… or was it your wife pleasing you… was a good contract. Well… here it is.”

  Jeremy looked at him as if he was crazy. “I still don’t understand.”

  “Remember when I told you that I had a marriage of convenience?”

  “Yes,” Jeremy replied.

  “Well that was not entirely true. To make a long story short, I was fooling myself. When you asked me if my business would ‘get me off,’ well… it opened my eyes in a way to my own situation. Somehow your wife found my wife… and let’s just say my wife ended up showing me the error of my ways. Now I know what you meant when you asked, and I quote, What would you pay to have a woman blow your mind and have you screaming and begging for more? Remember that?”

  “I do.” Jeremy chuckled.

  “Well let’s just say that I now know what you meant, and I want to give you my thanks, both you and your wife for… ah, let’s just say… your positive influence over my wife.”

  “Well I’ve never met your wife, but I’ll say you’re welcome, Mr. Hunt,” Jeremy replied.

  Emerson extended his hand. “Call me Emerson. I look forward to more profitable years working with you, Ferguson.” He walked Jeremy toward the door. “Perhaps we can even have more man-to-man talks in the future.”

  Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Whatever you say, Emerson.”

  Emerson returned to his desk and looked around his office. He had to totally redecorate after Olivia had trashed it, and he had paid handsomely for the service to be completed as quickly as possible. When people asked what happened to his office, he dutifully repeated what she had told him to say, that his wife had jumped him in the office, tore the place up, fucked him senseless, and that he enjoyed every moment of it.

  He was surprised at the different responses he had received, from some people’s mouths hitting the floor, not knowing how to respond, to downright envy from others. He was even more surprised that he had actually said what she told him to say. He laughed to himself. The office was all abuzz about the incident, and he knew they were talking about him when the office became unusually quiet as he walked through. He now walked with a newfound confidence after having lived up to his wife’s expectations.

  That night, as punishment for his neglect, Olivia had given him only fifteen minutes between each session. Then to help him recover, she gave him a mind-blowing blow job in between and then demanded that he return the favor. Emerson now wondered how he could have wasted so much time. He had married a wild woman and never even knew it!

  Olivia had showed up around noon that very day, knowing that he had no appointments until two o’clock. She had instructed Anna that he was not under any circumstances to be disturbed. Her visit had totally surprised him. She had made him some homemade soup and even had given Anna some. She sat in the chair across from his desk and watched him eat. When he was done, she promptly told him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and told him that the soup was something she had given him to practice on and asked if he was now ready for the real thing. He was barely able to make his two o’clock appointment.

  The fact that this tall, beautiful redhead who was his wife loved him unconditionally gave him a feeling he couldn’t explain. She had taken total control of the relationship, demanding his loyalty and giving him hers. Whatever fears he had about loving her dissipated when he finally realized that the love she professed for him was real with no strings attached. No woman until Olivia had ever made him feel that he was more than enough for them. No woman had screamed his name and made him feel like she did.

  She had totally gotten under his skin, and he couldn’t be happier. Whatever she wanted, he gave to her, and it pleased and amazed him that what she wanted most of all was him. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that things between them could ever be this good.

  Aura was nervous as she arrived at the Chaz presentation. Jeremy had to be there early, as he and Joan were modeling the line.

  She sat in the audience as the models came out and walked the runway. Never had he looked more handsome to her, and her heart jumped in her chest. There were a total of eight models, but Jeremy and Joan stood out above all the rest.

  When it was over, reporters came over and talked to Emerson Hunt III, as well as his father, Emerson Hunt Jr. Other reporters talked to Joan and Jeremy and took pictures of the two of them.

  She looked at herself in the small mirror in her bag and checked her makeup.

  She had her twists redone and her eyebrows arched. Jeremy had not seen her in the dress before he left home, and she hoped that he would be pleased.

  She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and tu
rned around to see Olivia.

  “Olivia!” she said, smiling. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  “Yes,” she said, beaming.

  “Well you look mighty happy.” She noticed that Olivia was not wearing the green dress. Instead, she wore a beautiful, navy-blue gown. “Did Emerson not like the dress you picked out?”

  “Oh, he liked it,” she whispered. “He liked it so much that he ripped it off of me.”

  “Oh my!” Aura said, giggling.

  “Needless to say, things are much improved,” Olivia said. “And there will be no divorce. In fact, I shouldn’t even tell you this because I haven’t told Emerson… I think I may be pregnant!”

  Aura’s eyes grew big. “What! Are you sure?”

  “No, I’m not. But I’m late, and I’m never late, so I think I may be. Come on. Let’s go find our men.”

  She grabbed Aura’s hand and walked past the security guard, who recognized her and nodded politely.

  “Emerson, look who I found,” Olivia said.

  Emerson looked at Aura. “Ah, Mrs. Ferguson, how are you?”

  “I’m fine, Mr. Hunt—”

  “Call me Emerson,” he said, interrupting her. “I think your husband went to change into his tux. We’ll be eating dinner shortly.” He looked at Olivia. “Do you need anything?”

  “Yes, I might,” Olivia said, smiling wickedly.

  Emerson looked at her, surprised. “What is it?”

  She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “A pregnancy test.”

  Olivia laughed at the shocked look on his face.

  Aura looked up and saw Jeremy come out of the back. He was met by several reporters as he was walking over to them.