by Rose Marie
“Bounce that ass kitten yeah…Baby!” I don’t know where the dirty talk came from since I’ve never done it before, but I must have done it for her because she bared down so hard and tight on me I saw black spots.
“Daddddddyyyyyyy UHGGNNN!” At my limit I wrap my arm around her neck and pound into her as rough as I can.
“TAKE THIS DICK KITTEN! TAKE IT!” I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I couldn't stop. When I felt her cum again, my body tensed up and I spilled so much cum into her that I felt she’d would be leaking me for a week straight. I wanted more. Instead of being the gentleman I was born and raised to be, to my horror, I grabbed her by the hair and flip her over doggy style. I’ve always wanted to try this position. With no fight from her, I finger her creamy cum soaked pussy feeling as if my hands would melt off from the sheer heat of her. Scared but feeling more bold than I’ve ever felt in my life, I push her head into the bed and lift her ass up. I bend down licking her then take an incredibly juicy bite out of of her ass cheek smacking it again. When I’d had enough of biting and sucking it, I line myself and just greedy and ungrateful as the first time plunge deep within her depth.”
“More Daddy! Ungh fuck yes Daddy! I love you!” What did she say? Nikita loves me? The grin that spread across my face probably showed pure bliss. My Kitten loves me! I grab her face jerking it up to me I kiss her tenderly, very stark in contrast to how I'm fucking her in that moment.
“I love you too Kitty Cat,” I moan as I pull from her flipping her over. “Come on kitten, ride Daddy's cock.” She’d just seated herself on my cock when the master bedroom double doors burst open with Sandy and all her girlfriends from the wedding standing there gaping at us.
“Shit!” I scream pulling Nikita off men throwing cover on her to shield her nakedness.
“You bitch!” Sandy came forward instantly swinging at Nikita, but I slid in front of her to protect her from the oncoming blows.
“Oh my God Sandy! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” Nikki screamed from behind me.
“No fuck your sorry! Come around and fight me you black bitch! How dare you! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU!”
“Sandy, calm down. It’s my fault. Don’t blame Nikita she tried to- ”
“She seduced you!”
“No, she didn't. It was all me.” I tried to reason with her as Nikita put on my clothes since hers where somewhere in the kitchen and hallway.
“Stop lying John! In damn near ten years, you've never cheated on me, and now, this nigger comes along and…“ she choked up and started sobbing. “Even if it was you. As my friend she’s supposed to stop you. It’s her fault!”
Having spent all my childhood caring for her and adulthood loving her. I can’t say her tears didn’t affect me but the moment the N- word left her lips I felt myself shut down. If Sandy was angry enough to say that, then I needed to get Nikita out of here as soon as possible. She was still scrambling for clothes at this point, but I grab the sheets from the bed, wrap them around her and picked her up. As soon as I get her bundled up, I run from the room, pushing a kicking and screaming Sandy and her girlfriends away as they throw kicks and punches and any and everything they can get their hands on at her.
Downstairs, I grab her purse and keys that she never took to the guest room and throw the front door open. It’s still raining hard outside so I tuck her in my chest until I get to her car. I unlock it as fast as I can and set her inside.
“Can you drive kitten?” She was crying so hard but right now we didn’t have time for that. “NIKITA GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! Can you drive?”
“Y-yes I- I can drive.” God, I hate this. I lean in, kissing her and brushing away her tears “Don't go home. Go to a hotel for a couple nights. I'll handle this, and as soon as I do, I’ll come for you okay?” I lean in and kiss her one more time. “I love you Nikita. This changes nothing okay.”
She just looked at me sadly. “I love you too, John.” I frowned and my chest squeezed.
“Say it right.” I grab her face making her look up at me.
“I-I love you too, Daddy.” I smile at that, and step back into the rain shitting her car door. As she drove off, I question many things one being why I’m smiling like an idiot like I didn’t just ruin my nine-year relationship and one day old marriage. I turn to look at the house we’d just had built and see Sandy standing in the doorway and for some reason that made my heart quake. Home is where my heart is right? Then why did I allow mine to drive off alone?
End flashback
When my dad is finished, I could only stare in amazement. My mouth is hanging wide open in shock and my brain felt like it was going to implode.
“You cheated on mom on your wedding day? With her best friend? And you both are still married?” My dad turned his eyes up at me with a painful expression and I wanted to give him a hug.
“You know son, you do what you have to do for the ones you love and regardless of how much I lov-“ he stopped and cleared his throat. “You know what. For you I’d do it again.” I frowned and my heart dropped. Was he with me just because of me? Did mom forc-… I couldn’t even complete my train of thought. Mom wouldn’t do that… would she? I need to know more.
“So, tell me what happened next?”
“No son, I'm not ready to get deeper into that pot. You and the readers will just have to wait until Ms. Rose is ready to tell my story.” He checked his watch then stood up swiftly, fixing his coat. “I want to meet Layla next time.” He goes to the door then he turns back to me. “Remember about ten years ago I told you idiocy runs in the family?” I nod and he smirks at me. “Well with this move, I think you just might be smarter than me.” With that he leaves me alone in the office that was once his. I want to know the rest of the story and why he's not with Nikita. What happened afterwards? Did mom- My phone rings and I pick it up not checking who it is.
“Hello?”
“Are you on your way home Daddy?” My sweet Princess’s voice comes through the other end, making my heart flutter and a goofy grin appear.
“Yes, Princess, I’m wrapping up things here. Do I need to pick up something to eat?” Amber hated cooking so we always ate out.
“Nope, I cooked. Just come home. I miss you.” Who would have thought a hotel room would be more homey than my actual home?
“I'll be home in a bit Princess. I love you.”
“I love you too.” When I hang up, I wonder the entire time from when I leave the office until I get to my Princess, what happened between my dad and Nikita?
Arguing with the Princess
“So are you going to tell me what's bothering you?” We were lying in bed cuddling with my phone was turned off of course. Ever since I announced the end of my engagement with Amber, I kept getting a never-ending supply of calls, text, voicemails and emails. Most, of course, were from my mom and Amber. I'm seriously at my wits end and so is Layla. I can tell since they found her number and kept crank calling her “Tell me what’s the matter Joshua.”
“It's nothing Princess. Tell me about your day. Did you do anything fun? Did you look for us a house?” I kiss her head.
“I saw a couple, but…” I don’t like that but or her trailing off. Is she having doubts about us? Sitting up, I turn her to face me.
“Forget abut me what's wrong with you? Are you having doubts about us?” The look on her face said it all. She is pissed, I jump out of bed and grab my shorts. “What the fuck Layla?!”
“Joshua, just calm down.” That made me so stiff, and I glared at her.
“Calm down?! Why the fuck would I calm down? Please explain to me why? I just broke my engagement to be here with you. How the fuck could you doubt that?” I tell, but in that moment, I knew I fucked up. As soon as I look up, I see her pick up a crystal flower vase and send it flying my way. “FUCK YOUR BROKEN ENGAGEMENT! YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER FUCKING PROPOSED IN THE FIRST PLACE!” She gets up and yanks on her robe. “I gave you everything, you lying son of a bitch! EVERYTHING
! And your punk ass leaves me with nothing but a funky ass letter and expensive gifts. What the hell was I really to you Joshua Gates? Some whore who spread her legs and call you Daddy?”
“What! No! Of course I never thought that! Layla I’ve always loved you and only you.” She snorted going over to stocked bar pouring herself a drink downing it.
“Well you could have fooled me! A fucking letter and some stupid ass gifts.”
“I’m sorry! I thought you forgave me for-”
“No! Did you think I was really going to go into this with you blind as a bat just trusting you?”
Uhm…
“Princess…”
“No, you don't get to call me that! As a matter a fact since you want to throw a hissy fit about MY doubts, how about I not call you Daddy either? As a matter fact, why don't you get the hell out since you can't even LISTEN to MY DOUBTS?!”
“I'm not leaving Layla. I'm staying this time.” I try to comfort her, but she turns from me still pissed and with reason to be.
“Do you know how much it sucks to hear you say ‘this time’? I keep giving you chance after chance and in the end I’m the one who looks dumb. I'm the one who everyone talks about like a dog. You just left Joshua, no goodbye, no anything! How could you?” she started to cry angrily.
“I’m sorry, I was wrong.” She sighs and wipes her tears.
“I don't want another apology. What I want is reassurance. I want you to prove to me this time is different. Prove to me this time is you wont leave. Prove to me this time I won’t go into this looking like a fool,” she says poking my chest with her finger. “Oh that's right, you can't. Just go back to the woman you left me for. Lord knows you will make an excuse to be with her anyways.”
I can't believe I did this to her. Though I can’t even be mad at her for being mad at me. I lied and broke her heart countless times for no reason. All I had to do was be honest, but instead I was a selfish brat with a complex for being in control when I couldn’t even control my own damn life. Back then I was young and stupid and cared about other people’s opinions. Now that I'm older, the only person’s opinion I care about is hers. I've done my Princess wrong too many times, and each time she breathed new life into me by taking me back.
“Princess… I'm going to prove to you this time is different. This time, I'm with you forever.”
“How? How could you pro-“
“Marry me?” I blurt out cutting off her question.
“What?” Her eyes went wide.
“You heard me. To prove to you I’ll never leave. I want you to marry me tomorrow. No, as a matter fact, tonight. I can fuel the jet and we can hit Vegas. It’s whatever you want Layla, because I love you and I’m tired of being a fuck up.”
“You can't be serious.”
“I am very serious. In the past I cared too much about what others thought, now I know who matters and who doesn't. You matter Princess, more than anyone. I want to wipe those doubts away. I want you to be my wife. So will you Princess? Will you say fuck the world and marry me?”
“People divorce all the time. How do I know you won’t try to divorce me when your investors find out you dumped little miss perfect white girl for a hood bitch from the ghetto?” She focused her sexy hazel eyes on mine seriously, as if she’s waiting for me to lie.
“Layla, mark my words. I. Will. NEVER. Leave you again. Marry me. Please.” She pursed her lips and glared. After a minute of full on staring she relaxed, smiled, and turned on her cute Little act. She wrapped her tiny body around mine and kissed me.
“Tonight, you said?” She breathes out. I don’t say anything but pull out my phone power it on and call the airport that stored my jet.
“Get the jet fueled and ready. I’m going to Vegas.”
Married to the Princess
The ceremony was small and to the point with no flare, no press, no fancy clothes. It was just us, the judge, and a witness. And with that, I am now married to my Princess. I couldn’t have asked for anything more, and the smile on her face tells me that she feels the exact same way.
Though I’m happy to be married to the woman I love, I still felt an ache in my chest. After we said our “I do’s”, we immediately got back on the jet back to California. I hate that. I have a lot of wrongs to right and the best I could come up with was an impromptu marriage with no honeymoon? No,I refuse to half ass our relationship again . My Princess completes me and gives me everything I want and need without question; it’s high time I extend the same courtesy. After we disembark from the plane, I get a return phone call then turn to her with a look of regret.
“What’s the matter Daddy?”
“I’m sorry Princess, but I have some papers pick up. Do you mind riding with me to get them? You can continue on as my personal assistant when there so they don’t suspect anything. They are high value customers and their businesses means a lot to the company. Can you put off telling people about us?” Her face fell and I felt like a jerk.
“Fine! Lets go.” She rolled her eyes and went straight to the car without a word. I sigh once I get inside and start the car. I hated to see her upset but.. I just couldn’t help this. Once we reach our city limits, I make a detour in the opposite direction of my apartment building and head towards the suburbs. I need to break the ice.
“Hey wife?” I smirk over at her.
“Yes Daddy?” I found it comforting that she still would call me Daddy.
“I was thinking…how about we don't move into my old apartment?”
“What? Why?”
“Because you deserve better than being in a place I shared my life with another woman. I want us to have our own home. Somewhere that will hold only our memories. I know you still think I'm going to run off or hurt you but I'm not. Honestly Princess, I don't care what others think of us. I've changed all my accounts to married and added your name to everything and you only have to sign. I didn't even think of a prenuptial agreement so if I fuck up, that’s my ass because you own half of everything. I'm really trying to make this right with you. I want you to trust me. I want us to be happily married, not just married.” She placed her hand on mine.
“As stupid as I may sound, I believe you. I want us to be happy too. I want to grow old with you, Joshua Gates. But know this Daddy, that if you break my heart again, I'm taking your money, your company, and your heart and you will NEVER get them back. I’ma be chillin’ in Cabo drinking margaritas. Then to make it worse, I’ll post pictures of myself with other men calling me Princess. I won't just have one Daddy, that's for damn sure.” I grow pale, knowing full well she’ll do it.
“You uh…you've put a lot of thought into that revenge plan, huh Princess?” She looked at me with a damn straight face…well, okay then.
I pull up to a two-story Mediterranean style home with a circular paved driveway surrounded by a perfectly landscaped lawn. I stop and turn off the car. The homes’ exterior is light brown with cream crown molding around the large windows. There’s a terrace above the main entry and two smaller terraces on each side of the second floor. The roof is red Spanish tile and adds a rustic feel to the property. The house has black wrought iron gates on each side that lead to the back of the house with a stone walkway.
“After this, want to grab something to eat? I’m hungry.”
“Sure Princess. Let me just want to grab these docs from this guy and you can have whatever you want. If I take too long, don’t hesitate to pull me out by the scruff of my neck okay?”
“As your wife I feel proud that I reserve the right to jack you up!” She laughed, sitting back in the car seats.
“You reserve the right to do whatever you want to do to me. I love you just that much.” Her eyes lit up and I can honestly say that’s all I want out of life, her smile. I hurry into the home to do what I need to do and of course it takes longer than expected but it still works out beautifully. My Lawyer Liam and his best friends Bennet, Sterling, and Adam all drove up to assist me since they had similar situations w
ith their wives. They pitched in even for the investing of Gates Tech so we wouldn’t take such a huge blow once it got out that I married Layla. Liam’s friend Adam even brought some of Carman’s chocolate cake. Lucky bastard gets to eat it whenever he wants.
They’d set up the place beautifully and Channing Stohurst, a guy nobody really liked due to his extremely gruff attitude and poor people skills, came by and put his cooking skills to task. Imagine my fucking surprise when that stoic billionaire called offering his assistance. He did nothing for anyone outside his wife. Rumor had it that his wife was his obsession and he legit stalked her for years. You want to talk about weird and uncomfortable stand in a room with him… it’s off putting. Still though, he did an amazing job. They all did, and I can’t wait to show my appreciation to them one day.
Just as I grabbed the roses and got down on one knee, my Princess storms in to the house ready to pull me out by the scruff of my neck, just as I told her, but she stops mid rampage completely flabbergasted.
“Wha…what’s going on?” she hesitantly asks upon seeing me standing there with a bouquet of twelve red long stemmed roses.
“Princess, I fucked up so many times and I know I don't deserve you. Yesterday I gave you a half ass apology a lackluster proposal and a wedding worth shit. I realized this all as I was doing it, but I couldn’t stop myself from marrying you because I wanted to bind you to me in any way possible. Still though, I want to give you what you deserve. I want you to know how much I appreciate you and show you how much I adore you. So last night while you slept, I worked my ass off to buy us a home and solicited some big help to set up everything that you see right now.
“Layla Arnika Gates, will you do me the honor of loving me forever and never letting me go?” Her lip pokes out as she nods her head yes then runs to me. Just as she was about to jump into my arms, she stops and turns when she hears barking. I thought she’d be happy when she got a better proposal, but apparently a Siberian husky puppy was all I needed to give her for her to break down in hysterical happiness. She squeals and picks him up him in her arms, then gasps in the middle of playing with him when she sees the ten-carat diamond ring in a solitaire cushion-shaped-rose-cut set in rose gold that's around his neck.