Page 29 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Sitting across from the man who raised me—I use that term very loosely—I enjoy him squirming under my husband’s scrutiny. We haven’t seen the man since our wedding night; though I have received a few messages since then, but nothing of importance.
“What do you want, Ruelle? And why is my child here?”
I snort at his arrogance.
Daddy reaches over and grips my hand. He prepared me for what might happen here. I don’t often associate with his business, unless it’s to be his arm candy for events or to fill in when an employee is away.Mostly, I spend my days writing romance books with Piper, being a mom, and a loving wife.
“Austin, you’ve been spreading rumors about my lovely wife and I. Did you think that would be acceptable?”
Squeezing my hand, he brings it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles, and my belly flutters with butterflies.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Austin’s arms cross defensively, and I can’t help shaking my head.
“Out of respect for Hael, I won’t put you in the ground, so let this be a warning.”
Austin’s eyes widen comically, looking to me for help as Daddy describes in great detail what will happen should our names cross his lips again. He swallows a lump in his throat, the sound audible in the office, then nods and skitters out like his ass is on fire.
“That was hot,” I murmur, staring up at my husband as he gets to his feet next to me, watching my sperm donor making a mad dash down the hallway.
“How about you come show me just how hot,” he challenges.
Sliding my chair back, I get to my feet and sway my hips, knowing Daddy loves my extra thickness after giving him a baby and expecting our second in a fewmonths. He offers me a hand and helps me to my knees.
The wonderful thing about him is that he’s always looking out for me. The glass walls of the conference room were installed with one-way windows soon after we married and he centralized his offices in Las Vegas. We can see everything around us, but nobody can see us.
“You look so good staring up at me, sweet pea.”
He strokes my jaw with his fingers, tracing my lips and tugging the bottom one down so I pout for him. Once I’m how he wants, he instinctually undoes his dress pants and pulls out his engorged cock. Resting the tip on my lip, pearly white liquid rises to the opening, and he paints my lips before demanding I open for him. I reach forward, gripping his pants and tugging them to his feet so he can widen his legs.
My husband loves to have his dick down my throat. What he loves just as much is me penetrating him while he does it. We have played around a lot with ways to please him, going so far as to test his comfort level with a plug, and his response is always the same: the only thing he enjoys in his body is my fingers. So I give it to him every time I can get my mouth on hiscock.
“Fuck, Hael, do you have any idea just how amazing you are for me?”
He cups my cheeks with his powerful hands while I cup his balls in one of mine and search out his back hole with the other. I don’t hesitate to slip two fingers in; he enjoys the bite of pain it provides.
Moaning around the dick in my mouth, I tilt my head back so he can go deeper and allow the man I love to give me all of himself. To use me at his will, because this kind of power is immensely enjoyable to him, and it’s one of the few things I can give to him freely.
He takes the best care of me and our son, so it’s only fair I reciprocate by doing anything he likes. It just so happens, they please me as well.
Had I known that those messages, at first, or those long, black out nights would lead me to the love of my life, I’d have given myself to him from the very beginning.
Epilogue 2
DARK
Six Years Later.
Staring out over the canyon, the onyx night lit up with stars and a full moon, makes me think how much my beautiful wife would love seeing the view. The light breeze rustles the foliage, and the coyotes howl as they catch their evening kill.
Tonight, however, is not about her. Not directly. She has no idea there is anything amiss. She’s home with our four children, sleeping peacefully in the knowledge that her husband will be back in bed with her by morning.
“Sir?” Leonard asks, bringing forth the reason I’m here.
Angus McCully, an overzealous fan of my wife’sromance novels, has been sending her descriptive letters and emails of what he’d like to do to her. She ignores him, blocks him, and thinks he’s just a harmless reader.
He’s not.
I looked into him.
