by M. P. Lodi
“So what did he say?” She asked eagerly, but he didn't answer her. After a few seconds of silence, she said “I'm glad that's over with. We need less drama in our lives. Your little brother is getting off easy with that plea deal.”
He turned his head to look at her, before turning back to face the ceiling. “I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm so tired of thinking about New York and this past summer, it's been horrible. Brent can rot in jail for the next fifteen years for all I care. He should be spending the rest of his life in prison for what he did.”
Jen turned on her side to face her husband, and placed her right leg over his stomach, caressing his muscular chest. She loved to feel and look at his body. Jackson looked straight toward the ceiling. It was vaulted with a sky light that had a pane controlled by a remote control. Jen had it designed with an architect from New York City. She and the architect spent months designing her and Jackson’s new dream home, built in Frisco, Texas after they moved out of New York State. The mansion was complete with an indoor pool, eight bedrooms, a beautifully tended garden, and enough living space for more kids than Jen could ever have.
With her right hand, Jen cupped Jackson's cock which made him smile. She knew she could take his mind off of how his younger brother conspired with the CEO of their father's company, to not just kill his father, but him too, all in the name of money. What a scum bag. Jen never met him and would never personally get to know him now that he was in jail, or prison as Jackson would say. Jail was for people who served six months or less, while prison was for those with longer sentences she was told. This summer had been the worst that Jackson had ever experienced, but also the best as he and Jen came together in the middle of it all. You have to take the good with the bad, Jen knew that.
He kept his eyes on the ceiling as if he were in a contest to ignore her hand stroking his cock. Over the course of the summer, they both thought Jen was pregnant, but unfortunately it wasn't to be. The doctor said she lost it due to ‘complications’. Since then she'd been on birth control, and they talked about when it would be the right time to have a child. They were almost all settled in their new, adopted state and wanted to plan their lives from this point forward.
Turning his face toward her, Jackson bit his lower lip. He had sad eyes as he looked at her. Jen kept rubbing him as he said “I love you, you maniac. Thanks for being there for me.” She knew she could distract him from his worries. Sex was a marvelous way to distract any man. He bit his lower lip again which he always did when he was worried over something.
Jen stopped stroking and squeezed his growing hard-on. She moved closer and placed her head on his chest, as Jackson's right hand stroked her hair. She kept her right hand on his cock, stroking it slowly. He didn't get hard as quickly as usual, prompting her to look up into his eyes while her hand still held him firmly. She studied his face, and knew he was thinking of the events of the past five months.
“What's wrong? I want you to think only of how good this feels.” She tightened her grip on his cock. “Focus on the pleasure, not your worries or the past.”
He shook his head and smirked. “I can't. Let me run to the bathroom. I've held it in so long... A needed piss can stop any hard-on.” Jen moved her head off of his chest without allowing him to get off the bed.
“Let go.” Jackson said in a playful way as he tried to get off of the bed, her hand on his cock holding him there. He grabbed her wrist that held him lightly. His face had a begging look to it. He really had to use the bathroom. For some reason he had a tendency to hold it in way too long, especially if they were in the throes of passion and hot sex as they had been for the past hour and most of the day.
“You're insatiable. We've both had seven orgasms combined today, you five and two for me. I'll be right back.” He kissed her cheek and left her sitting on their bed as he scampered to the bathroom. Jen's friend Em warned her that marriage would destroy their sex life. Who the hell says that marriage has to be the end of perfectly good sex? Jen and Jackson were determined to give each other a minimum of one or two orgasms a day. That was their own agreed recipe for a wonderfully fulfilling sex life. After about four months of marriage, they've beaten that number by at least three times every day.
She lay there on their bed, which was made of heavy ornate wood, made from the finest Mahogany. It had been an heirloom that Jackson's father bought at an auction years earlier. Some Lord in England needed the money and had it in his family for hundreds of years. Before him, it was supposedly used by King Henry VIII of England whenever he was a guest at Cromwell's Castle. Cromwell was the King's Chief Minister for some time, at least before King Henry had him killed.
Jen and Jackson both loved history, but Jen never understood why wealthy people always wanted to own the things that other wealthy or powerful people of the past owned. She preferred things simple and wanted to buy a modern and inexpensive, but functional bed, with plenty of things to be attached to for their games.
For a home she thought the same. A home already built was far less expensive, but Jackson always had to have the best of everything. Growing up filthy rich does that to a person. Since marrying though, Jackson had to almost force her to help the architect in designing their dream home. She fought Jackson every step and was aghast at the cost of their new luxury home in North Texas.
Jackson went into their beautiful marble bathroom with Jen watching his sexy body's every move the whole way. He left the door open as always, letting her hear him take his piss. It was a bad habit. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds as she shook her head while she looked towards their bathroom door. There was something about the sound of Jackson taking a piss that she never liked to hear, which is why she always asked him to shut the door when he would be taking care of business. Jackson’s Attention Deficit Disorder was his one real flaw. He never could focus on much. She told him a hundred times to remember that she didn't want to hear him relieving himself.
He was in all honestly, understandably distracted and she was more than sympathetic. The phone call was enough to lose focus on the here and now for her man. The last five months were what Jackson's friend, Noah called “A cluster fuck of epic proportions.” That's a military term used by Marines, Soldiers and Sailors. Not only had Jackson's father been shot and killed during the summer, but both Jackson and his best friend Noah had been secreted away to one of two estates out on Long Island in South Hampton, New York for their protection. Jen still couldn't believe that Jackson's one sibling had wanted him dead, along with his father. The boy had to be mental to kill and want to kill his own family members for money. What was wrong with people? Jen always thought such stories were in other people's lives, not her own.
Jackson's father was a well-known entrepreneur and self-made billionaire. Jen happened to be the niece of the manager of one of Lorenzo Russo's side by side estates on the south shore of Long Island. Her Aunt Diana had raised her since she was eight on the occupied estate, whereas the other one was left vacant for years. That was until the mystery began.
It had been one fateful day, about five months prior that she saw a man. Well, part of a man… a muscled arm, which carried a suitcase into the empty mansion next door. She climbed a tree fast, like a kid would, to see what the noise next door was. Normally she was much more mature than doing something like that publicly, but no one could see her do it and she often did things that were weird if no one else could see. It was all so mysterious, and right next door to where she lived in the guest housing building in what she called 'The Help's Building.'
No one ever went into that estate as it had frequent flooding every decade, so Mr. Russo had kept it empty. She had asked her Aunt about what she saw, and the mystery began. Her Aunt had almost frightened Jen into not talking about anything related to next door. She made her promise to never tell a soul and swore that in thirty days everything would be fine. Jen of course, told her blood-sister and best friend for life Emily, who lived with Jen and 'their' Aunt Diana, who w
as actually more of an adopted Aunt to Em. Em's Mom worked under Jen's Aunt, and she also had an apartment in ‘The Help's Building.’
As Jen later pointed out as justification for telling Emily about the mystery next door, there was no way you can tell a human being not to think of a pink elephant, while seriously expecting anyone to not think of one. It would be inhuman. Therefore, the mystery of the man next door had to be shared and explored by both Jen and Emily.
At twenty two, Jen grew up on the estate in the midst of extreme wealth. Always dreaming of one day meeting a man who would take control, and be the man she always fantasied about. She saw many such young men who looked the part driving past in their expensive sports and luxury cars, but they were not for her, her Aunt had told her. The wealthy in the area kept to themselves and were not to be focused on. Her Aunt, and those in the building that they lived with were the help, after all. Looking back, that was all fine with her.
Unlike Em who had a new man every few months, Jen had a handful of relationships since High School. There had always been something lacking in her boyfriends. She wished she could take a part from each of her ex-boyfriends and combine them into one. Life never hands you the perfect man, or so she thought.
That was until one day when she repeatedly climbed a tree to spy on the mystery man next door, and ended up falling out and twisting her ankle. Quenching her curiosity by climbing that damned tree to peer over the wall worked out well at first. But soon enough Jen felt pure fright as she fell in front of Jackson.
Not knowing who he was, he scared the hell out of her by frisking her. She thought he was a cop at first investigating the crimes. She had no clue that he would turn out to be Jackson Russo, the man who had supposedly disappeared from a boating accident and was feared dead, along with his best friend Noah, just one day after his own father had been shot and killed. That was according to the papers and media all over the state. Foul play was obviously suspected, and yet there he was.
It was an amazing story and the two of them felt as if it were destiny for them to re-meet. As it turned out, ten years earlier, a boy fell out of that same tree after spying on Jen and Emily. A thirteen year old Jackson had been watching them both after hearing Jen crying over the wall. If that wasn't fate, Jen didn't know what would be a better definition of it. The two of them falling out of the same tree, while spying on the other, ten years apart, is something of a romance novel. Emily told her to write about the strange events of this past summer, confident that it would make a great book. She said if Jen didn't do it, she would.
Jen knew life had a way of throwing curve balls. Life she thought was pretty shitty for her up until she was twenty two. She had lost both of her parents to a car accident on the Long Island Expressway when she just eight. Her Aunt Diana was her only living relative, who then took her in and raised her on the estate that she managed.
Now laying on their bed waiting for Jackson to do a ‘jiggle’ after his piss as he called it, she was still amazed at how life turned out and suddenly changed. Not just for her, but for Jackson, his best friend Noah, and Emily. They had all grown very close since the summer. Tragedy can make that happen and create a bond between people very quickly.
Jackson walked out of the bathroom biting that lip again. “Stop doing that. You'll make yourself bleed again.” Jen said as he bit his lip to the point that it was bleeding less than a week ago.
“But it tastes so good” Jackson joked as he made his way back to where Jen was laying on the bed. He put his head on her belly, and looked up into her eyes. Anything he did melted her inside. He was the kind of man that could make her happy by just being himself. This morning was a perfect example. After they woke up, Jen asked him if she was the only girl he'll ever love, and he said “You are the only girl I love right now, but in five or six years, there will most likely be another girl. And she'll be calling you Mommy.” This made Jen burst into tears, she was a lot of things, and ultra-emotional was at the top of the list. Especially after her own failed pregnancy.
He looked up into her eyes, placing his left hand on her breast “Noah and Em are going to be coming over soon. You want to get done now before they get here? Or...” He bobbed his head back and forth side to side a few times as he squeezed her breast slightly, with that mischievous smile that she so loved. She felt it way down inside her pussy and knew she was already getting wet again.
Jackson moved his head up a little higher, positioning his body to lay on top of hers, and with his hands, he cupped both of her breasts. He kept eye contact with her and always made that same mischievous smile when he held them. There was something about her breasts that made him act like a kid. Which this time made Jen smile as she thought back to him at the age of thirteen falling out of the tree.
What impressed her back then was that although he was in pain, he still managed to smile and hug her, as he put her own emotional pain ahead of his physical pain from the fall. He had been pretty mature and empathetic for a young boy. When he handed her a white rose from a rose bush, she thought she was in love with him even then.
As fate would have it, Jen and Jackson never saw each other again for the next ten years. Jen was used to people she liked or loved disappearing and never coming back. Over the years she did her best to forget her entire past. With the help of Em and her Aunt, who both consoled her after her parent's death, life went on. The boy who fell out of that tree, who hugged her and handed her a white rose became a dream. Veiled in a fading memory, and forgotten.
Jackson looked up at her face from in between her breasts in what he called his 'supple animal cracker view'. He liked giving crazy names to obscure or weird things. He named this particular view weeks earlier when he did an imitation of Ben Affleck in the movie Armageddon. It was that scene where Affleck’s character traced a path over Liv Tyler's belly with an animal cracker. Using his own best British accent, Jackson did the same with her almost perfectly right after they watched the movie. It was one of the most romantic and funny movies he had ever seen.
Jen loved the movie too after seeing it with Jackson, as her memory of the movie was then associated with her husband's own romantic play, and one hell of a love making session. If anyone asks her opinion on a good romantic movie to try, Armageddon comes before The Notebook, Sleepless in Seattle, or any other movie.
When it came to sex, her true core reveled in being owned and controlled by Jackson. She believed he understood her more than she understood herself. He let her, and helped her to be the woman she always needed to be. Supportive and loving, yet in private, submissive and sexy. When they first met, she had devised and shared a game with Jackson called ‘Dragon’ which she took from a book. The game allowed the couple to explore and fulfill each other's fantasies without fear of actually hurting each other.
For safety, as long as the one being dominated didn't say “Dragon”, the game and sexual play would go on. No amount of crying, begging or screaming would stop them from doing whatever they were doing. If she were gagged or couldn't speak, the rule was that she just needed to hum a few notes from a song. After over four months of being with Jackson, she never got to the point where she had to hum, or say Dragon.
In the beginning of their relationship, knowing she could stop if she needed to set her mind at ease. It was one of the greatest feelings in the world to be dominated exactly how she wanted, by the man who had a body that she had fantasized over for years. She was living her own fantasy and wondered how long such a fantasy world could exist. She was in essence, blessed.
Jackson squeezed both of her nipples. Not very hard at all, but Jen said “Ouch that hurts.” She pushed both of his hands away from her breasts. He then moved up higher on her body, and placed both of his muscular arms to the side of her head in a flash. With his knees on either side of her chest, he sat up and reached under a pillow, pulling out the rope he left attached to the headboard that he often used for her right hand. As he started tying her wrist to the bed, she tried to stop him with h
er other hand “You're too heavy, get off of me.” He just looked at her with that smile of his. God... she loved that smile. Without words, it said “You're mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.” That made her completely wet again. Her body was getting ready once more for the fun that was about to happen.
They both knew that they had complete and utter privacy in their bedroom. There wasn’t a sound that could be heard beyond the heavy Mahogany door that was over fifteen feet from the bed and virtually sound proof. That meant she could scream as loud as she wanted, and no one would hear her.
Jackson moved higher up and pinned her left hand under his leg at the side of her head so he could finish tying her right hand to the bed. Jen tried to move as he then reached for her left hand and moved his leg down off of her to do so. He pinned her arm to the side of her head with his left hand as he reached for the second rope with his right. Within another minute both of her wrists were tied, spread to the headboard. She could now struggle, and did. It was only when she were tied up and dominated that she truly felt free.
She fought against the ropes with all of her strength as he shuffled down her body, stopping in a mount position. Jackson watched her struggle, enjoying the sight, again holding both of her breasts with his hands. He massaged them lightly and licked his lips. Now her struggles could be felt inside her core. The more restrained she was, the better every touch would feel.
He then turned around and moved to the bottom of the bed after rubbing his cock on her pussy a couple of times. As she took in the sight of his muscular back and beautiful ass, he proceeded to tie both of her ankles spread-eagled to the opposite banisters of the bed. Once her legs were secure, Jen could really fight. The ropes held her well and Jackson had become an expert with knots. Practice makes perfect, so they say. He turned back around and re-mounted her without entering into her. He sat on her, with legs to her sides, and watched as she struggled. She fought like hell too, almost as if her life were in danger. Once satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere soon, her struggles became more erotic and each tug at her wrists or ankles could send a tingle to her pussy.