by M. Robinson
“What? Now I owe you something, for your kindness. You’re just like everybody else. You know what? Fuck you!” I grabbed my bag hurrying to grab my things to leave. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and moved me right to his chest. His arms came around my frame and he buried his face in the side of my neck.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It’s just…damn, Ysabelle you’re the hardest person to know. My approach was wrong, I admit that I shouldn’t have pushed you. You’re important to me, I love you like my little sister. It’s frustrating that there’s this person that I care so much about, and I know nothing about her. I don’t even know what you’re doing now. I see the clothes, the car, and the money…where the fuck is it coming from?”
I wanted to tell him. It was one of the hardest things; to lie to the first person who ever cared about me. I had made a pact with Madam and I was sworn to secrecy. As much as I wanted to include him in my life and for him to know me, the real me I wasn’t allowed to. I had to lie to the only man that I believed meant it, when he said he loved me.
“You know I just worry about you, don’t you. I’m afraid of what you’re doing.”
“I’m not doing anything, Devon.”
“I’m afraid you are. I don’t want to see you get into trouble.”
“I’m not going to get into trouble.”
“I’m not going to see your name in the paper for dealing drugs or some shit?”
I laughed. “No Devon, I’m not dealing drugs. I’ve got to go it’s getting late, lets pack up.”
“There you go again.”
“What?” I asked, with a frown.
“As soon as the air gets a little thick and you’re cornered, you brush me off and run.”
I kissed his cheek. “I’m not brushing you off or running. There’s nothing left to say. We’re good. All is forgiven, let’s move on.” I added.
“What if I don’t want to move on? What if I’m not done having this conversation and I want to continue.”
“Continue to what exactly. I answered all your concerns. I’m not doing anything illegal. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m perfectly aware that you can take care of yourself, Kid. No doubt in my mind. As I can see this isn’t going anywhere. Just know that I’m here okay? I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what time it is, I don’t care what’s going on, I’m fucking here. I will always be here, got it?”
“Entirely! Do you want to go get dinner? You’re treating.” I winked, pointing to him.
We went to dinner as if nothing had happened. Devon was too good to me and I didn’t deserve him as much as I did. However, I wasn’t fucking stupid enough to let him go either.
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Have you ever had the sensation where someone was watching when you were sleeping? I awoke with a gasp. It took me a minute for my eyes to register that my three year old son, Christian was staring at me.
“What’s up Buddy?” I asked, in a groggy voice. He looked at me with a ‘duh dad’ face, like I should already know.
“I had a bad dweam. A monster under my bed.” He replied.
I sighed. “Buddy…remember, we looked everywhere in your room before we put you to bed. There weren’t any monsters, we even sprayed the monster spray to keep them away.” Again he looked at me with the ‘I’m stupid face.’
“Them comed back. Monster sprays don’t wok”
“Okay…let’s go back in your room and make sure they’re gone, I’ll stay with you.”
“NO!” He shouted. He started crawling over me to move to the middle of our bed. “I sleep in your bed wif my mommy. Mommy say them is scared of you snores.”
God, what time was it? I looked over at my clock. It read 3:30 a.m. I know the pediatrician told us that we needed to follow through on the new bed routine, if we ever wanted to have our privacy back. I was too damn tired to take him back to his room. Julia and I both had to be up in a few hours. I scooted over to make room for him, thank God we had a king sized bed. Julia subconsciously flipped over and put her arm around Christian. He immediately backed up to her. Our child owned us.
The second time I awoke that morning was due to Christian’s leg kicking me in the face. I opened my eyes and heard the shower starting. Julia must already have been up. I looked over at Christian.
How the hell, does he sleep like that? He was in a pretzel position that almost looked painful, completely passed out. I got up extra careful not to wake him, I looked over at the clock, reading 6:05 a.m. I leaned over and turned off the alarm.
I tip toed to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I striped out of my boxers and quietly made my way into the shower. I came up behind my wife and put my arms around her, she jumped.
“Oh my God Sebby…you scared me!” She scolded.
“I’m sorry Babygirl, someone misses you and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
I kissed my way down the back of her neck like I knew she loved, and rubbed my hard dick into her back, not wanting a misunderstanding on what I was implying. Having a three year old was proving to be challenging for our sex life.
“Is Christian still asleep?” She asked.
“No, I tied him to a chair and turned the TV on.” That got me an elbow jab to my ribs.
“Yes, he’s still asleep, Babygirl.” I continued to kiss the back of her neck, as my hands caressed her breasts. Her head leaned into my shoulder.
“What time is it?” She asked, in a raspy voice.
“We have enough time. I’ll be quick.” I replied.
“Huh, that’s not a very good introduction, Sebastian.” She laughed.
“If you really want to start comparing stamina Babygirl, you know I have you beat, you’re the one pump chump in our marriage, not I.” That won me another elbow jab to my ribs.
“God Babygirl, if you wanted it rough all you had to do was ask.” She laughed again and I walked our way to one of the walls of our thermostatic jetted shower. I grabbed her hips and positioned her to the jet that was leveled with her clit.
“Oh God, Baby…you’re going right for it, huh?” She asked. I twisted the knob on the jet so that it released a little more power.
“No…I’m making you go right for it.” I said with a smile. Julia’s panting and moaning only made my cock even harder. I bent her over slightly and put my hands on her hips, positioning my cock at her entrance. I pushed the tip in and rocked it back and forth. I knew I was teasing her, it’s a game we liked to play, well, I liked to play, anyway.
“Tell me you want my cock in your pussy, Babygirl.” I loved it when I made Julia talk dirty to me. It was such a turn on to hear dirty things come out of her mouth.
“You know I do, Sebby…please…”
“That’s not what I asked for…” I took my cock completely out again.
“Jesus Sebastian…please put your cock in my pussy. I’m close and I want to come with you inside me.”
I pushed my cock forcefully in all the way, she cried out in ecstasy. She started to ride my dick harder and more urgent. I could feel her walls constricting on my cock, she was close to coming. We hadn’t had sex in almost a week and thank God for the jets, because I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my cock, until she started gripping onto it like vacuum.
“Oh fuck…yes Baby…just like that. Pulsate on my cock…keep pulsating on it like that. I going to come with you.”
I removed my hands from her hips, brought them up to turn her face, and kissed her passionately. Julia could be fucked, but she craved intimacy more. I then placed both my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. She clung to my cock as I felt her warm juices spread down my shaft. I plunged into her one last time and came just as hard.
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Our family became the air that I breathed. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love Julia any more than I already did, she had given me Christian. She had made me a father, and made u
s a family. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them.
“Dad!” Christian yelled.
“Yeah, Buddy?” I answered, as I helped him on the couch. He was still so little, he loved to think he was a man.
“Whatcha watching?”
“The baseball game; the Rays are playing the Yankees.”
“The Yankees suck!” He made me so proud.
“You know it.”
“Christian! Don’t say suck.” Shit, Julia was home.
“Sebby…you know you shouldn’t talk that way around him. He wants to be just like you and anything you say he will repeat.” She expressed.
“I know, Babygirl. I’m sorry. You’ve got to admit that the Yankees do suck.” She rolled her eyes at me, and I grabbed her by the waist, dragging her on to my lap.
“Say it, Babygirl! Say the Yankees suck.” I chuckled as I held her down.
“No!”
“Last chance to say it.” I warned.
“Never!” She retorted, I looked over at Christian and he knew.
“Get her!” He yelled.
“No!!” She squealed as we attacked her by tickling her to death. She tried to kick and squirm her way out, she was no match for Christian and I.
“Please…please…have mercy…”
“No Mommy! You have to say da Yankees suck.”
“Ok…ok…the Yankees suck, the Yankees suck.” I let her go and she moved off my lap with quickness. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at my face.
“You’re a bully! Using my baby boy against me. Come here Baby, let’s go order a pizza.”
“No Mommy, I’m a man and men see baseball. Me stay with Dad.”
Julia had thought she wanted a boy, I think the older Christian got she realized that she might need a little girl.
One afternoon sticks out the most in my head. I had come home from work to find Christian playing with a Barbie doll.
“Hey Buddy, what’s that you got there?”
“That’s my GI Joes, Dad want to play wif me?”
“In a little while, I’m talking about that doll.”
“Oh! That’s Barbie, Mommy gots her for me. Isn’t she pretty? She looks like mommy, and she’s gonna marry GI Joe.”
“Oh okay. Where’s Mommy?”
“In da office.” I kissed him on the head and grabbed Barbie.
“Julia!” I yelled.
“In here, Sebby.” She shouted as I walked into the office.
“What the hell is this?” I barked.
“It’s a Barbie doll.” She answered looking at me like I was crazy.
“I’m aware of what it is. Why does Christian have it?”
“Because, I thought it would be nice for him to learn about love, and boys and girls. There’s nothing wrong with it, Sebby. And if you recall, you used to play Barbies with me.”
“That’s because you use to whine until I did. This is bullshit, Julia. I don’t want my son playing with Barbie dolls.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? One he’s our son, two you’re overreacting, and three I think it’s adorable. He really liked her. They’re going to get married later tonight, you’re invited.” She boasted wagging her eyebrows. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Julia.” I cautioned.
“Sebastian.” She repeated in the exact same tone. Hers was meant as sarcasm. Mine wasn’t.
“Is this your way of saying you want a little girl? Because, if you’re trying to be subtle about it you’re failing.”
“You’re being a chauvinistic pig! It’s just a Barbie doll.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Babygirl.”
“I don’t know. I thought I wanted all boys, he’s so messy and stinky. I love him more than anything, but he likes to catch bugs and watch sports. I tried to take him to the mall with me the other day and he complained the entire time.” I raised my eyebrows.
“Do you want to try for another baby?”
“Maybe…do you?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. I know we wanted more than one child, we haven’t discussed it since Christian was born and then you got back on birth control.”
“I know. He’s getting older and he’s turning more into you. I’m surrounded by penises, Sebastian.” I laughed.
“Okay…if I agree to start trying, can you not have Christian playing with Barbies?”
“Why? He’s really excited about them getting married. This isn’t fair. I’m trying to bond with him and this is the only way I know how.”
“Babygirl…”
“Fine, no Barbies.” She sputtered. I shut the door with my foot and locked it, before walking over to her. Once I got to her, I started to kiss down her neck.
“Sebby…” She warned.
“Hmmm…”
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how to make a little girl.”
She smiled and we made love on my office desk, both finishing at the exact moment Christian beat his little fists on the door.
“Dad?”
“Coming, Buddy.”
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Gabriel was one of my most needy and demanding clients. He treated me like I belonged to him and it was often that I was with him. I didn’t mind being with him he was a great lover and he always catered to my every wish. He was also somewhat controlling and also liked to know whom else I was catering to.
I had to often remind him what our relationship was. It didn’t really matter, he loved to play house with me. For some reason, beyond my control he thought by him being my “first” it set him to an advantage. Madam even had to remind him once or twice that I didn’t belong to him. She even went as far as threatening that he wouldn’t see me anymore, since then he has decided to play nice.
I laid naked in his bed one evening after he thoroughly enjoyed every crevice of my body. Gabriel loved me naked, when I was with him he insisted on it.
He was rubbing my back to the edge of my ass and then would repeat the process.
“I never tire of you, Ysabelle. I’m hard again just from touching you.” I batted my eyes at him.
“Gabriel, you’re hard from just looking at me.” I chuckled.
“You’re always down for anything, bent over, on your back, on top, legs spread, ready to go. A man can appreciate that.”
"Hmmm, you can touch me any way you like. Your hands always feel fucking wonderful."
They did feel remarkable. I could have fallen asleep just like that. Of course, Gabriel had other plans for me. I wouldn't be falling asleep in his bed anytime soon. I would let him play with me, satisfy me, and then leave him to sleep in my own bed. Yeah, even after all this time it was still about me. I'm sure he was satisfied too.
I didn’t care for sleeping in a man’s bed, of course it came with the job sometimes, those times I sucked it up and bared it. I didn’t care for it. I loved my space and I hated waking up in a man’s arms. It was an illusion of something that wasn’t there, I played my part though. It’s what they wanted and what I was good at.
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Christian was growing up to be a great little man. I couldn’t believe he had turned five a month ago. Julia and I had tried for another baby for the past two years, and it hadn’t happened for us yet.
We promised that we would take our time and if it happened, it happened. We had seen way too many marriages lose it over not being able to conceive, and God had blessed us with one already. If just one was in the cards for us, then so be it.
I’ve sold hundreds of boats over the stint of my career. The day my career changed my life in more ways than one, was the day I sold an Horizon RP 110. The asking price was $20,000,000. I made ten percent off every sale, and you can do the math…
“Dad, what are you going to do with all that money? Can you buy me a motorcycle?”
“A motorcycle, huh? I don’t know, Buddy. I don’t think mommy would be too keen on that idea.”
“Well…we don’t have to tell her, Dad. It ca
n be our secret. It can go in our vault, like the time you yelled at my coach for making me sit the bench, for pushing Robbie in the chest.”
“Shhh…remember, what gets put in the vault, stays in the vault.” He smiled.
“All ready, Baby?” Julia said to Christian, storming in the kitchen from our bedroom, “We’ve got to go.”
“Ok Mommy, I’m going to go get my backpack.” He said, sliding off the chair to run off.
Julia grabbed his cereal bowl and put it in the sink. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She looked frazzled.
“What’s up, Babygirl?” I voiced.
“I’m so nervous for you, Sebby. This is the biggest deal you have done thus far, I know we don’t need the money, but I know how you get. You’re so hard on yourself and I just want it to go perfect for you.”
“Oh…come on, I’m not that bad.”
“Are you kidding? You’re awful. You know you are.”
“Maybe a little bit.” I whispered, into her ear. She turned around and put her hands around my neck.
“Just promise me that whatever happens, you will let it slide off. You won’t beat yourself up about it?” I moved my lips to her neck. Babygirl always smelled amazing in the morning. It always did something to me.
“So, you don’t think I can close?” I teased.
“Sebby…come on, we don’t have time for that.” She expressed with a light moan.
“We always have time for that.” Our lips moved to each other like magnets. She tasted like peppermint and orange juice.
“EWW!! Dad, stop attacking Mommy.” And…there goes my hard on.
Chapter 14
“This boat was made for you, Mr. Martinez. I can’t wait to show it to you.”
“Please, my friends call me Alejandro.”
“Of course, right this way, Alejandro.” We walked the gangway onto the yacht, immediately stepping onto a hardwood deck. The sliding glass doors were already open and you could just smell the fresh varnish in the air.