Jett was breezy with them, “Hi all, how’s it going this fine day?”
“Fine, Mr. Simmons,” one of them said as she gave him a nod. “And this must be the wife we’ve been hearing your parents talk about.” The woman, who looked like she was in charge of the others, wiped her hands on a white towel that hung off her white apron. She came to me, and we shook hands. “I’m Cora, the Simmons’ chef.” She pointed to a short dark haired woman. “That’s Tanya, and the other one is Mary. If you have any dietary concerns or allergies, you let me know.”
“None that I know of.” I shook my head. “Nice to meet you all.” I found her nice and helpful too. So far, so good. But then again, I’d only met the staff. They were expected to be cordial with me. The guests most likely wouldn’t be.
“The family is in the solarium, soaking up the morning sun,” she informed us before she got back to work.
We left the kitchen, walked through a dining area with a bright white long table and chairs set. “This is one of the informal dining areas,” Jett said as we walked through it. The next room was a bar. “You can see what this room is.”
“Yes, it’s fairly obvious. The large, ornately carved wooden bar tells it all.”
He let go of my hand and went behind it. “Might as well mix up a couple of drinks while we’re here. It’ll help take the edge off what’s about to happen. We’ll be faced with tons of questions when we get in there.”
I took a seat on one of the bar stools. Although it was way too early for me, I didn’t say a word. If Jett wanted a drink this early, it meant we were in for it, and I wasn’t about to argue with him about it.
Filling two tall glasses with ice, he poured bourbon in his, filling it hallway. He was looking to calm some nerves alright! He finished it off with some soda. Then he reached for some rum, though is wasn’t coconut and wiggled the bottle at me. “Rum and lemon lime soda or something else?”
“Can I have what you’re having, but only about half as much liquor?”
With a nod, he fixed it up and then we each took our drinks. It wasn’t magic, and it didn’t soothe my nerves, but I knew in time it would help. He extended his arm. “You ready?”
“No.” I gave him a smile. “But I’ll pretend to be.”
“That’s all I can ask.”
Into the solarium, we went, where things were about to get real!
Jett
The time was at hand to lie again. My fake marriage had been going great, but could we pull it off with my whole family in the front row seats? The whiskey hadn’t had time to take affect and do its job, but I had hopes it’d kick in soon. I had Asia by the hand as we strode into the large, glass enclosed room.
Lounging around the area that was filled with chaise lounges were both sets of grandparents, my parents, and some woman I’d never met. A tall woman with long legs that extended out from under a pair of white shorts. High heeled, strappy sandals ended those long legs, and when I got up to her face, I found her smiling at me. She got up and came right to us. “You must be the happy new couple.”
I shook her hand as she gazed at me. “We are. Mr. and Mrs. Simmons. I’m Jett, she’s Asia. And you are?”
“I’m Janice Duncan. Your mother hired me to plan your coming out as a married couple party.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Janice.” Asia shook her hand. “But we don’t need a party.”
“Nonsense,” my mother said as she got up to come to us. “And I have another surprise for you two. We’ll make that announcement at your party, though. You’ll just have to wait for that one.” Mom took Asia by the hand. “Come with us, my dear. Jett isn’t into party planning. You, Janice and I will do it all.”
As I watched Asia get taken away, I felt panicky for a moment. “Wait!” They all three stopped and turned to look at me. “I want to introduce her to my grandparents, Mom.”
“Oh.” Mom looked a bit ashamed. “Allow me to do that.” She whisked Asia off to meet my mother’s parents then she hurriedly made an introduction to my father’s parents before she, my fake wife, and the party planner were gone.
I was alone. Well, not entirely. That would’ve been so much better.
“Come, boy,” my father’s father called out as my dad and grandparents moved to form a circle at, which I was in the center. “Now tell us how you went about marrying a girl you barely know.”
“And we want to meet her family, Jett.” Grandmother Shapiro, my mother’s mother, said.
“Oh, I doubt they could make it. They have work. Her mother works at a law firm. Her father… well, I’m sure he’s busy too.” Her father was out of work, is what she’d told me. I didn’t know if Asia wanted everyone to know that or not.
“They could come for the weekend, at the very least.” Dad was pretty intent on getting them to come. “I can send a car for them. We really should meet them. They’re your family too now. That makes them ours, as well.”
The sentiment was sweet, but the lie of a marriage made it a stupid thing to do. Her parent’s involvement wasn’t part of the plan. I couldn’t ask her to go to those lengths for me.
Grandmother Simmons patted the empty space next to her. “Come, Jett. Sit down and tell us all about your whirlwind romance that left you hitched.”
It was funny, without Asia at my side, I kind of forgot our little story. I took a seat. “We like to tell our story together. I’ll wait for her.”
“Nonsense.” Grandmother Simmons wasn’t taking no for an answer. “How’d you know she was the one, Jett. After all this time, How did you know?”
“First of all, I am not some old man. I’m twenty-eight. Why does everyone in this family act like that’s too old to be single?”
“It’s your lifestyle, son. I’ve told you.” Dad shook his head as if that answer alone justified how they thought.
“Is it some kind of lust-filled attraction, Jett?” Grandfather Shapiro asked me. “Because those kinds of relationships never last.”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. We have a lot of things in common. We like the same things, think along the same lines, mostly. I never feel alone. Even when we’re not right next to each other, I feel like I’m a part of her. It’s odd, but in a great way.” The funny thing about me saying that, is that it was completely true. I just hadn’t thought about it before.
Both my grandmothers’ white heads bobbed as they agreed with me. Then Grandfather Simmons abruptly asked, “And is the sex hot? I mean it needs to be hot in the beginning. Every couple needs a thread of passion that connects them to each other, you know.”
I felt heat flush my face. “Yes, sir. We have hot sex.” And just as I said that my mother and fake wife were back in the room and both had gaping mouths.
Asia went scarlet. “Jett!”
I hopped up and hurried to her. “Baby, you have no idea the questions they’ve been asking. I didn’t mean to say that. I swear it!”
The set of rogues who had me saying such a thing got a nice long glare from my mother. “Okay, you nosey lot. Let’s leave these two alone for a bit. I think we’re overwhelming them.” Mom kissed my cheek. “I’ve had Rock take your things to the Monte Carlo Suite. Show Asia your bedroom and then you two can come back down whenever you’re ready to.”
Draping my arm around Asia’s shoulders, I took my fake wife and headed out of the sunny room full of my closest relatives. If they were that tough, what would the rest of them be like?
Heading to the back staircase, I led Asia up two flights of stairs to the third floor where the Monte Carlo Suite was located. “Mom’s named all the rooms. I suppose she gave us this one, because we said we got married in Vegas. It’s got a gambling theme to it.”
When I opened the door, and we went inside, I guess Asia felt like it was finally safe to talk. “Oh, God, Jett. They want my parents to come!”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll make something up.” I went over to the bar that was in the room and looked for something to make another drin
k. Mine had been lost in the solarium and Asia’s was gone too.
“Your mother wants my parent’s phone number. She wants to call and invite them herself. She asked if we’d gone to introduce you to them and I didn’t know what the hell to say, Jett. It was like I had a mouthful of gum. I mumbled, yes. I’m an idiot! How are we going to fix that lie? This is too much!”
“Calm down!” I wasn’t finding what I wanted in the bar. There was wine and spritzer, water, soda, but no Goddamn whiskey of any kind in that damn bar. “What kind of fucking bar is this?” I shouted out of frustration.
“And what’s up with the drinking, Jett? You don’t drink like this. Are you planning on staying lit up this entire week?” She shook her head and fell back on the bed.
“I wasn’t planning on it, but now that I’ve seen what it’s going to be like, I might just stay drunk. Want to join me?”
She laughed. A crazy, maniacal sound that had me joining in. “This is crazy, Jett!”
“I know!”
I fell onto the bed beside her then rolled over and pulled her to face me. “Thank you for being here. I know I paid you to, but thank you for trying so hard to make this work for me. Perhaps we could hire some people to play the role of your parents.”
She laughed and smiled. “How I wish we could, Jett. I’ve really fucked it all up. Your mother made me show her pictures of my family. She was certain I had some on my cell, and I didn’t know what else to do. She’s seen their faces. I told you I’m a terrible liar.”
I blinked as I stared into her eyes. “You know what I think will make us both chill the fuck out?”
“Morphine?”
I ran my hand up her silky thigh until I came to the edge of her khaki shorts. “No, a little love making should clear our heads and help us think.”
“I agree.” She ran her hand over my cheek. “And I’d like to try out my skills on you to help you relax.”
“Your skills?”
She nodded. “I practiced fellatio on a cucumber before I met you. Wanna let me give it a shot on you?”
Well, who the hell says no to that?
Asia
The crystal chandelier made Jett’s eyes sparkle as they caught all the tiny refractions of light. He’d made sure to please me every time we’d been intimate. I had no one to compare Jett to, but I thought he was a selfless lover. He always thought about me and how I was feeling, what made me feel good, what made me happy.
It was time I got to do something for him. As far as being a Dom went, I didn’t think he was much of one. I did ask what he did with his other subs. He told me, he mostly wanted them to be quiet, do as he said, he hadn’t talked to them much. He admitted to treating me nothing like he had treated any of the others. When I asked him why he thought that might be, he said it was probably, because he had another agenda with me, the fake marriage thing. Jett had a definite idea of what kind of relationship he thought marriage was.
Respect was mutual. All things were shared. And you knew, no matter what that you could depend on each other through thick and thin. He explained how hard it was to take women seriously when you have a lot of money. Many only want your money. It can and had made Jett a man who trusted no one. Except me. He was beginning to trust me. Without even trying, I’d managed to earn some of his trust. I wasn’t sure how I’d even accomplished that. But I was glad I had.
Jett was exceptional. I didn’t know the man he said he was, I only knew who he was with me. That man was kind, considerate, and loving. That man was the kind of man a woman could truly fall in love with. Trust with her life. And I was doing all of that. He piled the pillows behind his head as I eased up from the end of the bed. Unbuckling his belt, I went for the button, next unzipped the zipper of his khaki shorts that cutely matched mine, and gently took out his half-engorged cock.
One kiss to the top had him gathering my hair in his hands to pull it out of the way. “I wanna watch.”
I smiled then ran my hands up and down his long length and placed my lips at the top. Opening my mouth, I used my lips to sheath my teeth and moved down his silky dick. The deep moan he made had me feeling like he was happy with my technique, a thing I was a little worried about. When I’d searched the internet for how to give a great blowjob, I found many that said the same things. As long as you don’t bite or scratch with your teeth, there really was no way to give a bad one!
As I went up and down, he grew and grew, going deeper down my throat. “Oh, baby… you’re taking me like a pro. Damn, are you even real?”
I was very real and I had high hopes he’d come to see what we had wasn’t made up. It may have started that way, but we were building something that was very real. If only he’d see that and stop pretending we were married, we might be able to grow as a couple, instead of the fake marriage scam he had going on.
He moved my head faster. “Oh, baby, I’m almost there. Wanna try to swallow?” I hummed a yes and he understood. “Oh, God! Hum some more. Shit! You’re incredible, baby!”
Only a few more strokes then I moved one hand to fondle his balls and he was shooting cum down my throat. It went so quickly; it went down smoothly. I was pleased with myself and licked him clean as he groaned.
“So, that was alright then?” He answered with a nod as his eyes were closed and he was deeply relaxed.
I got up and went to the bathroom, finding my toiletry bag that had already been put on the long vanity with double sinks. Finding my toothbrush, I set about cleaning my mouth up, because let’s face it, what guy wants to taste their own cum?
I’d just rinsed my mouth when Jett threw open the door, butt naked, and began to undress me at a frantic speed. Then he turned me around and made me face the mirror. He pushed the top half of me down on the vanity and thrust into my ass. I moaned and gasped at the same time, “Yes!”
Jett had messed with my ass a lot, but hadn’t gotten his cock all the way into it. It burned nearly the same way as when he first put his cock into my vagina, oh how I liked this too. I watched in the mirror as he fucked me. And he watched himself too. His eyes were glued to our bodies, mine were glued to him. His muscles and how they rippled, made me hot. Sweat was making his skin shiny and his long hair clung to his face.
At that moment, I felt like he was in Dom mode. Taking what he wanted and not wanting to talk about it. There was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Somewhere inside of me, I was telling myself I should be afraid. The Jett I knew might be retreating and the Dom he really was, was coming forth.
Could I handle the next few months with a real Dom?
Perhaps the blowjob had been a mistake. Perhaps I’d been just like all the rest of the subs he’d had and it tarnished me in his eyes somehow. Whatever had happened, it didn’t matter. Because I loved this version of Jett too! He was all man. And as brutal as he seemed, I was taking it. Enjoying it as much as he was. Jett could treat me any way he wanted. As long he was with me, that’s all that mattered.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and lifted me up, turned me around and put me up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he forced his cock into me. His mouth crashed onto mine, forcing his tongue further into mine than he ever had. Everything he was doing was intended to be forceful and invasive, I could tell that, instinctively.
Was the honeymoon over? Did I care if it was?
Making love was great, and I thought we’d do that more, but this fucking stuff was hotter than hell! His mouth left mine and went to my neck. He tortured it with bites then pulled on it as he sucked it. I ran my hands over the bulging muscles on his back, as I tried not to scream with desire. If we’d been in our home, I’d have raised the roof with animal-like howls. He was turning me into a wild woman. And I was loving every moment of my transformation.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me away from the wall and carrying me to the shower. “Turn it on,” he growled at me. I reached around him and grabbed the knob, turning it to warm. The water fell on us like a warm summer
rain as he pushed my back up against the cool tiled wall and savagely pummeled me once more.
Our breaths echoed in the shower, making me even more aroused by the sounds of us together in that state of erotica. My body couldn’t take anymore, I couldn’t hold back, even though I really wanted it to last longer. I cried out as I came. He made only a few more hard thrusts before he lost his load too. The sound he made was like a werewolf who’d been shot by a silver bullet, it was beastly. I was shaking. Tears ran down my cheeks. Not from fear or that I was hurting. I had no clue why it was happening.
He let me go and pulled back, finding me in that odd state. “I’m okay Jett. I am.”
His lips curled into a sinister grin. “I know you are. The tears are from the intensity. Fucking is intense. Making love is a softer version that doesn’t usually evoke such emotions. You did well. Better than expected, since I came at you without giving you any idea about what I was going to do.”
“Thank you for being who you really are with me, Jett.” I ran my hands through his hair. “Can I wash your hair for you?”
He nodded as he gazed at me. “I don’t deserve you, Asia. You’re perfect. How the hell did you turn out so damn perfect?”
“I’m far from perfect.” I filled my hand with a spicy smelling shampoo then massaged it into his thick dark hair.
He put his finger to my lips. “I am the Dom; I tell you what you are and what you aren’t. You are my perfect little Asia, and you always will be.”
A shudder ran through me. Did he mean the end of the contract wouldn’t end us? Should I dare to ask?
Things were going so well, I decided not to say anything more, “I am yours. For as long as you want me.”
His lips grazed mine. “Good girl.”
My heart pounded with desire once more. Would we ever get out of that bedroom and down to deal with the people he brought me to lie to?
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