Stanton Bliss: Stanton

by T L Swan

  The kid shrugs “Because those were the only two words he ever said in prison.”

  The boys’ eyes all meet and they shake their heads and smile. “My apologies for not picking you up myself but I didn’t want to go back to that place. This is Cameron, my brother, and Adrian is the manager here.” He shakes their hands and tries to smile. He’s as nervous as hell. Poor kid. “And you know Ben, the head of my security.”

  He turns to Ben and nods.

  “Take a seat.” I gesture to the chair.

  He falls into it, completely nervous. He’s wearing old clothes and appears un-kept. My eyes sweep over him. “Take a seat, Ben.”

  Ben sits down next to Jarvis.

  “I want to know why you went to prison.” I already know this but I want him to tell me.

  He drops his head. “Stealing cars.”

  I nod. “Why did you steal cars?”

  He swallows nervously. “I had my reasons.”

  My eyes hold his. “So, you used to steal cars, but in prison you gave up a million dollars to get me heroine when I asked you for it?”

  He doesn’t answer me.

  “Jarvis, I knew you could get it, so why didn’t you?”

  He shrugs and looks to the floor.

  I see Cameron and Adrian make eye contact with each other as they have light bulb moment as to why I want to help him.

  “You even went so far as to tell the warden I wanted to kill myself and got me moved to protective custody. Why?”

  He doesn’t answer.

  “If you were so hard up for money, why did you do that?” I ask. “I really do want to know.”

  “I knew you would regret it.”

  My eyes hold his, but he looks away.

  I swivel in my chair. “I have a business proposition for you.”

  “I’m good. Thanks anyways.” He starts to stand.

  “Sit down,” Ben orders. He falls nervously back into his chair.

  “Let me rephrase that. You were going to be in prison for another two years, but now that I have paid your bail, you will do whatever I ask of you for two years.”

  He looks at me, stone faced.

  “You will work here at the office for me as a trainee. Nothing too hard at first, and we will help you with everything. I have rented you an apartment and we’ll go and get you a car tomorrow.”

  He frowns.

  My eyes drift to Adrian and then down at his clothing. “Adrian will go with you shopping this afternoon and buy you a new wardrobe.”

  “This isn’t necessary.”

  “Yes, it is.” I reply.

  “You looked after me and now I am going to look after you, whether you like it or not.”

  “I don’t fit in here.”

  “I don’t care. You will in time. You are to leave that old life and those old friends behind you, or I will take you back to prison myself and you will have everything taken from you.”

  His wild eyes hold mine and I can see that he’s angry. I smile on the inside. I like this kid.

  “You will be given a guard of your own at all times.

  He frowns in disgust. “I don’t need a fucking security guard!” he snaps.

  I raise an eyebrow. “I know you don’t, he’s there so I know you are sticking to the rules. No crime, no seediness. New life.”

  He runs his hands through his hair.

  “I’m giving you an opportunity, Jarvis, to turn your life around. I want you to take it with both hands.”

  He glares at me.

  I stand and smile proudly. “Let’s go and see your new apartment.”

  He frowns. “You got me an apartment? You are serious?”

  I nod. “Deadly.”

  Adrian smiles sympathetically. “I think we should go clothes shopping first, Jarvis.”

  The kid looks down at his clothing. “What’s wrong with my clothing?”

  Arian looks to the ceiling for guidance. “Everything.”

  Ben pulls the car into the parking lot, pops the hood, and we start to retrieve the multiple shopping bags from the trunk. Adrian is hiding his excitement but I know poor Jarvis is his new styling victim. We have just bought almost everything in town.

  “Its up here.” Adrian signals to the block of apartments to the right.

  Jarvis stops and looks at the building in awe. I drop my head to hide my smile. He has been silent throughout the afternoon, but polite. I wish I knew what was going through his mind. We finally get to the third floor and Adrian shuffles around for his key before handing it to Jarvis.

  Jarvis puts his bags onto the floor and looks at the key in his hand.

  I smile and gesture to the door with my chin as I struggle with the bags of shopping. “Hurry up, fuck you.”

  He hunches his shoulders, opens the door, and peers in like a scared child.

  “Go in,” Adrian urges.

  He slowly enters and we follow him and drop all the shopping on the floor. He stands in the foyer wringing his hands nervously as he looks around.

  “Do you like it?” Adrian asks.

  He nods quickly.

  I put my hands on my hips and look around. This is pretty nice, actually, Adrian has had it furnished in chocolate and cream colours. A large plasma screen is on the wall and a glass coffee table sits in the middle of the room. The kitchen is modern, black, and marble, while the dining table is the same glass as the coffee table in the lounge room.

  “Over here is your bedroom.” Adrian disappears up the hall. We follow and find a large master suite with a bathroom.

  Jarvis eyes widen. “This is the bedroom?” he whispers.

  “Yep,” Adrian replies proudly. “Oh, come and see the kitchen.”

  We follow him back out to the kitchen and he opens the pantry door. “I had groceries delivered this morning. I didn’t know what you liked to eat so just eat what you like and the other stuff can go to waste.”

  Jarvis pulls out the crisper and looks at all of the vegetables.

  I frown. “Do you know how to cook, Jarvis?”

  “Umm.” His scared eyes search all around.

  “Oh, and I got you cable.” Adrian walks into the lounge room and holds up the remote at the television, switching on the music.

  Jarvis stands at the kitchen bench quietly as he looks around. He’s so overwhelmed.

  “Welcome to your new home, mate.” I smile.

  His scared eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. “I…” He swallows. “I don’t belong here.”

  I shrug my shoulders. “Tough, ‘cause this is where you are living.”

  Adrian smiles and pours himself a Diet Coke from the fridge. “Want a drink, anyone?” He holds up the bottle.

  We both nod and take the glasses from Adrian.

  “I will get your things transported here. Just write down your current address and we will organise everything.”

  Jarvis’ eyes drop to the floor. “That won’t be necessary,” he murmurs.

  “Why not?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “I don’t really have anything.”

  I roll my lips and look to Murph who shrugs, also.

  “Where is your home?” Murph asks as the room falls silent.

  “I don’t have a home.”

  I frown.

  “I’m a ward of the state – a foster kid. I’ve never had a permanent home.”

  My eyes stay glued to him as my stomach drops.

  Adrian puts his hand on his chest sympathetically. “How did your parents die?” Adrian asks gently.

  He shrugs again. “Don’t know and don’t care. On the end of a needle, I suspect.”

  I stand, silent. It’s not very often that people shock me.

  I put my hand on his shoulder. “Mate, I’m giving you an opportunity here. I want you to take it, to make a successful life for yourself. You can do this. I know you can.”

  He doesn’t answer.

  Adrian tries desperately to change the subject. “Lets get your clothes ready for tomorrow.” H
e claps his hands together in the gayest mannerism I have seen from him to date.

  I smile broadly and shake my head. “You are so fucking gay, Murph.”

  Jarvis eyes widen to me in question. “Is he gay?”

  “Total cocksucker.” I smirk.

  For the first time today I see a trace of a smile cross Jarvis’ lips.

  Adrian shrugs happily and starts pulling the clothing from the bags, spreading them out on the lounge. He puts the suits with the shirts, then lays out the belts and ties to wear with each outfit.

  “So, tomorrow, for work, wear this suit here.” He gestures to it. “And this shirt, these shoes and this tie.” He puts his hand on his chin in thought. “Did we get enough socks?”

  Jarvis’ face drops and he fiddles with his hands nervously.

  I frown. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know how to do a tie,” he whispers softly.

  I swear, I can feel Adrian’s heart melt across the floor.

  Adrian and my eyes meet. “That’s ok.” He smiles gently.

  Adrian and I immediately get the ties out of the bags and start tying them around our necks. We loosen them enough to get them off and lay them out for him. I look at my watch. Shit, I’ve got to go.

  “I…” I hesitate, not wanting to leave this kid alone. “I have to go. I’m picking up my wife and we are moving into our new apartment tonight.”

  Jarvis nods.

  Murph’s eyes glance between Jarvis and me. “You know what? I think I’m going to hang around here with Jarvis for a while and make him some dinner.”

  I smile at my wife. She’s been to Hell and back, yet here she stands, looking up at me with love in her eyes.

  “Are you ready to go to our new home, Mrs. Stanton?”

  She smiles as she wraps her arms around me. “I am, my beautiful Lamborghini.”

  The apartment was ready to move into two weeks ago, but Natasha insisted on finishing her diary entries while we were at the hotel. She said she didn’t want to go back there once we begin to move forward.

  She has cried for the last two weeks, recounting the painful memories, but, hopefully, tonight will be a new start for us.

  The apartment I have found is small – tiny, actually – but luxurious and cosy, which were Natasha’s only prerequisites. She didn’t want any part of finding the apartment, saying she trusted me to hold our future in my hands. Fifteen minutes later, we arrive, and I lead her by the hand up to our floor.

  I have specifically asked that no security are with us when we enter. I want some time alone.

  We approach the door and I bend down and pick her up like a bride in a rush. She giggles loudly.

  “Are you carrying me over the threshold?”

  “I am.”

  “I love you,” she whispers as she kisses me gently.

  “I love you, too.” I smile into her lips.

  I frown as I feel the tectonic plates of our world move into place. Maybe sometimes you have to experience dark to appreciate the light. Maybe I was meant to go to Prison to meet Jarvis. Maybe… no, positively, I am going to spend each day of the rest of my life adoring the woman I love and being the person she makes me.

  I hand the key over to her. Natasha tries to open the door and we struggle and laugh as I bend to hold her at doorknob height.

  When we open the door, Natasha’s attention flies around and she gasps.

  “Joshua,” she whispers.

  Thank fuck Cameron did his job.

  I gently place her down with another kiss, her lips lingering on mine. “I fucking love you.” She giggles as she puts both of her hands over her mouth in shock before she looks around.

  The apartment is adorned with fresh flowers and the air is filled with their scent.

  “Oh, Joshua,” she cries. “Flowers, so many flowers.”

  I smile and drag her through the apartment by the hand. I do love this place. There are two small bedrooms on the lower floor, but I have turned one into an office, and the other one is for Didge when she wants to stay. The kitchen is small and timber with a little round table for two that sits in the corner. The apartment is decorated with antiques, lined with dark wooden floors, all of which are decorated with large, rich coloured rugs. Natasha walks around in awe wearing a huge smile on her face. “It is perfect. Absolutely perfect,” she gasps.

  “Like me?” I smirk. I did good finding this place.

  Natasha smiles broadly. “Yes, like you.” She kisses me, her tongue sweeping slowly through my mouth.

  Natasha’s eyes drift to the staircase, which sits to the left of the kitchen.

  “What’s up there?” she asks as she starts to drag me up the steps.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers when we get to the top.

  It’s the main bedroom, a loft above the living area. No less than two hundred candles flicker.

  Natasha tears up and looks to me.

  “I never gave you a wedding night,” I whisper.

  She frowns as she looks around once more. “Yes, you did.”

  I shake my head as emotion fills me. “No, we fucked on our wedding night.” I take her lips in mine. “Tonight, we make love.”

  She smiles softly.

  Oh. I nearly forgot! I go to the wardrobe and retrieve the small package wrapped in white paper and a gold bow, handing it over.

  “What’s this?” she asks.

  “My wedding present.”

  She kisses me tenderly. “You are my present,” she whispers.

  “Open it.”

  Natasha slowly opens it and gasps when she sees the large diamond pendant on a thin gold chain. “Joshua.” Her eyes are wide, almost questioning.

  I smile and kiss her as I grab her around the waist roughly.

  “Say thank you, wench.”

  She laughs into my kiss. “Thank you, wench,” she repeats.

  My lips drop to her neck. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her skin and the feel of her love makes forever seem too short.

  And as her lips melt against mine, her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders.

  “Naked. Now. I need you naked right now.” She growls.

  I happily oblige, I remove my jacket and shirt as she undoes my pants in desperation. She instantly drops to her knees and puts my dick in her mouth.

  I close my eyes and hiss in appreciation. Her dark eyes watch me as she takes me deeply, in and out. I watch my cock slide from her mouth. This is supposed to be lovemaking but watching her do that just makes me want to rip her apart. My eyes find the hundreds of candles alight in the room.

  Get it together, Stanton. Romantic… she deserves a romantic wedding night.

  I pull her up to her feet and slowly take her clothes off as my lips stay locked with hers.

  My neck gets tight and I crack it to release the tension.

  “Oh, God, Josh, I fucking love that.” She growls as she starts to climb me, wrapping her hands around my neck.

  I smile as I lay her down on the bed. “I fucking love you,” I whisper.

  We kiss, and the feeling behind it has my eyes closing by their selves. My fingers find their home between her legs and I slide one in.

  Oh, fuck, yeah. Burning hot and slick, just for me. I add another and slowly start to pump her with my fingers. Her body clings to me as I pull them out. This beautiful cunt is going to feel so fucking good around me tonight. I feel my pre-ejaculation rush to my head and start to drip.

  My cock is hungry… so fucking hungry, and only one thing can feed my appetite.

  She whimpers and arches her back off the bed. “Presh, do not start arching off the bed or I will lose control,” I whisper in a pained voice.

  She kisses me deeper as she arches again and I have to physically stop myself from dragging her beneath me. My cock is thumping, weeping and so damn hard, it’s near painful.

  Get it together, Stanton, I remind myself. Lovemaking… love… making. Not fucking. I shake my head and pull my fingers out. If I keep doing
that, keep feeling the burning hot flesh inside my girl’s body, it’s all over.

  She kisses me again and arches off the bed. “Josh, I need you to fill me.”

  I inhale deeply as I try to control myself.

  Bloody hell, how do men do this gentle thing?

  I need her around me again, so I push three fingers in and we both groan as her body contracts around me.

  “Fuck me with those fingers,” she whimpers. “Fuck me hard.”

  My breath quickens and my cock starts to take control of my actions. I rip her leg up aggressively and her eyes flash with arousal.

  “You want to be finger fucked?” I hold my wet fingers up in front of her.

  She nods as her dark eyes hold mine. She grabs my hand and puts my wet fingers in her mouth, sucking them dry. “I want to be finger fucked, then I want to be cock fucked, and then I want to be ass fucked,” she purrs.

  That’s it. Control lost. I hold her legs back, pushing three fingers in, forcing her to clench around me. I pound her, my strong fingers surging in and out of her body until the bed slams against the wall.

  “Joshua,” she whimpers again as she lays back and shudders, her orgasm ripping through her.

  When Natasha orgasms, I can’t hold back. Her muscles contract so tightly around my fingers that I need to get my cock in there to feel it. I lose all control and any rational thought. I pull her legs over my shoulders and slam into her, she cries out. The muscles deep inside her quiver around me. I place her legs over my shoulders so I can hit the end of her, and I start to fuck her at piston pace. This is my favourite position by far. She can’t move. I have her pinned to the bed and she can only lie there and take what I give her… what my cock decides to give to her. The only problem I have, is lasting. She feels so fucking good every time, I have to try and stop myself from coming.

  It’s always too quick. I part my legs wide on the mattress and start to ride my girl hard until she jerks, her second orgasm lifts her from the mattress and into my arms.

  I sit back and splay her over me, spreading her legs wide. I hold her hips tight and piston up into my very own version of Heaven. She’s swollen, dripping wet, and fucking perfect.

  I need to be deeper, so I pull her hipbones back and forth over my cock, my eyes closing as I feel my ejaculation rip through all of my senses.