23. Justine

Iguess he figured since he had me in that position, with my neck pulled all the way back and his cock deep inside me, that he might as well get some use out of it. He held my head back like that and stared down into my eyes.

Then one of his hands came up and around my throat and squeezed, and I fucking came just like that. "Open your eyes. Let me see you cum."

Have you ever heard a Tom cat purr, like one of those gruff old purrs? I heard something like that in my ear, but it wasn't him, it was me.

My body shook the whole bed with an orgasm that ripped through every fiber of my being.

He wrapped his other hand around my waist, kept my back in that deep arch so he was practically riding my ass, and covered my mouth with his. I screamed into his lungs as another orgasm came quickly on the heels of the last one.

There were tears rolling down my face that I wasn't even aware of shedding. My body kept vibrating, and I couldn't seem to get it under control. Just the feel of his hand around my throat gave me shivers, and that arm around my middle holding me in place felt like my anchor.

I doubt you could get a sheet of paper between us; that's how close we were. And then he started moving, and nothing had ever felt so good. Slow, deep, hard, shallow, slow, deep, on repeat, and I was a mass of confusion. When he went slow, I wanted him to go fast; when I wanted him to go fast, he went slow until I realized he was teasing me and did some teasing of my own.

I squeezed my pussy muscles hard and locked him off. Now, he was the one groaning into my mouth. He eased me down without breaking our lips apart until my hands were planted on the bed again.

That hand stayed around my throat, but the one that was around my middle now rested on my hip, and he squeezed my throat as he slammed into me. Everything went dark.

‘This bitch!'

* * *

‘Doin"it and doin it and doin it well. I represent Queens she was raised out in Brooklyn. Doin it'.

Justice, what are you singing now?

‘Bitttcccchhhhh. Ooh bitch! You wake?'

I guess so; what happened?

‘Girrrllllll, when I tell you that dick put you out. Daddy took care a you, though.'

What do you mean? Took care of me how?

‘He cleaned you up and stuff.'

Where is he?

‘He took his long dick self off somewhere I don't know. I'm stuck here with stupid.'

Hey!

‘Quiet as it's kept, though, I saw those tadpole things running around in here. I caught all but three. Them little fuckers was fast. Like Michael Phelps at a swim meet.'

What?

‘Where you going?'

To flush them out.

‘No, the fuck you ain't neither. Mama didn't do right by you at all. Are you dumb? You didn't flush them, badass kids, you had with that broke ass fucker, but you gon flush the ones from the billionaire? Bitttcccchhhhh, I'ma tell, Daddy.'

He can't hear you.

‘I'll make it happen. Now put your legs in the air and make sure these babies take. Trying to get rid of my retirement fund. Keep messing with my money and my good dick. You ain't learn your lesson with the last one?'

I ignored Justice, who kept going on and on. ‘It's too late anyway. They bore a hole in that bitch and disappeared. You'd need a fireman hose to get them outta there.'

I noticed there were curtains blowing inward and realized there was a door leading outside from the bedroom.

There was a new silk robe thrown across the foot of the bed and I balked when I saw the name brand. Oh, my goodness, that had got to be the softest robe I've ever worn. It felt almost sinful for something to feel this good.

I walked towards the curtain, pulled it back, and saw him sitting out there. He didn't turn around but reached his arm back. "Come here, love." I hobbled, yes, hobbled over to the chair, and he pulled me down on his lap. He was wearing a matching robe.

I felt shy and unsure of myself, seeing as how Justice made it sound like I was the worst bed partner ever. "Look at that sunset."

"It's beautiful." It felt peaceful there in his arms. I didn't feel as self-conscious as I thought I would. It felt natural like we'd been here before.

"Are you very sore, baby? I put some numbing cream inside you to help ease the pain."

"Marcus, don't talk about that." I hid my face in his chest.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that. Fine, if you don't want me to talk about rubbing cream in your sore pussy I won't." I covered his mouth with my hand and we both broke out in laughter.

"You hungry?"

"I think so."

"What do you feel like having?"

"I don't know, you pick."

"I'll ask you again when you're ready."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you've gotten into the habit of putting yourself last. You've been programmed to put the needs of others before yours. With me, you don't ever have to do that. It's my turn to put you first, even if you can't do it for yourself."

"I don't think I know how."

"Then I'll teach you. Soon, you'll know what it means to have everything at your fingertips within reason. It'll become second nature to you to want the best for yourself sometimes."

"I don't think I know what that feels like."

"That's because you're selfless. But sometimes that shit gets old quick. I won't let that happen with us. So, tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"I want a burger and fries and a strawberry milkshake."

"Done!"

‘Get the lobster bitch and some champagne.'

* * *

"Oh,my goodness, what kind of cow is this?"

"Grass-fed Highland Angus." Rich people are sickening. I thought we were rich, Paul and me, but this is ridiculous. Everything tastes ten times better. It's like they have some kind of secret society where they keep all the good shit from us lesser beings.

My burger, made by his in-house chef, was a thing of art. Even the cheese and caramelized onions tasted better than any I'd ever had before. My shake was made with some strawberry from Japan that was actually white and was sweet as all get out. It tasted a little bit like pineapple, though, but the way it was made, with whipped cream and strawberry syrup drizzled on top, hit the spot.

My mouth was covered in grease and ketchup before I realized what I was doing. I looked around the large open area that was the breakfast nook and couldn't imagine living in such luxury all the time. I'd be afraid to touch anything.

‘Trifling ass heifer. Get your shit together because I'm not going back to that dump you call a home. If you don't want it, let me outta here, and I sure the fuck….'

"Is your twin harassing you again? What's his problem this time?"

‘Hey Daddy, hey. I'm not the one with the problem. You done broke this one in half, and she lost all her damn senses. Good dick is wasted on some people.'

"I can't tell you what he's saying, or you'd think I'm crazy."

"Try me!" Is he for real? How embarrassed does he want me to be?

"I was thinking that this place is so posh I wouldn't be comfortable touching anything for fear that I might break it or dirty it or something."

"And what did your twin say?"

"He told me to get my shit together because he's not going back to that dump I call home." The poor man almost choked on his sparkling water.

"What's his name again?"

"Justice." Oh boy!

"Come on Justice, let's you and I take the grand tour. You may come along as well, Justine, and bring the rest of your burger with you." I knew what he was doing, trying to make me relax, but it wasn't that easy.

"Is this your place or your grandparents'?"

"Mine, theirs is much bigger. It's on the grounds, though; I'll show you later." His house was weird; it looked like a museum but felt lived in somehow.

I was distracted by all the art and paintings that I knew were real, some of them hundreds of years old. Then we walked into what he called the smoking room, and there was a painting of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life.

"Who is she?" I was expecting him to name some woman of note from history.

"That is my mother."

"Wow, so that's where you get those amazing looks from."

"You think I look amazing?"

"I think you know that you're gorgeous." I think he blushed.

‘Henry Cavill before that Superman bullshit.'

Hush Justice and stop being so rude.

We walked through the rest of the house, and I didn't see another person. But someone had made my burger and fries, and someone was most likely going to clean up after us.

"Where did they go?"

"Who? And why are you whispering?"

"The people who made our food."

"They have their own quarters on the other side of the house. I'll show you all of that later once you've moved in."

"Moved in?"

"Well, you didn't expect us to live in two separate places once we're married, did you?"

"You were serious about that?"

‘Bitch, the man is still willing to buy the cow after tasting your stale ass milk; shut the hell up before I choke you out right here. With your stupid ass. Get up them stairs and work for my money. And do it better this time. Out here looking like a fainting goat.'

"Very serious. While we're on the subject. Do you want a big glamorous affair or something more intimate?"

"Intimate, definitely intimate. Unless you wanted something more."

"No, that day is especially about you. I'll have someone call you for the details sometime next week. You don't mind if we do it here in the garden, do you? Or did you have something else in mind?"

"No, here is fine." My voice sounded like there was a frog in my throat. I think I was more nervous now than the first time I got married. I wonder why that is.

‘Because the first one didn't count. Didn't you notice that I wasn't there for that monumental fuck up? I skipped out as soon as you met that turd because I knew. I'd be damned if I was going to take part in that.'

You know, that's true. Why didn't I notice before? Justice was always there for my happier moments, but he disappeared sometime after college. I always thought it was because I got so caught up in life and didn't have time for him.

So that's why you disappeared.

‘Damn straight.'

You could've said something.

‘Would you have listened?'

It's hard to say. If I'd known then what I know now, of course, I would've said no. But isn't this the same? There are no guarantees with Marcus either.

"You're nervous; there's no need to be nervous. Tomorrow, your attorney will be here with something for you to sign. It's something that will protect your future, you and your girls, or, if you'd like, our girls. Hopefully, that would put your mind at ease."

Our girls! Please don't break my babies" hearts. I'm already having a hell of a time explaining to them where Paul is and why he hasn't been home.

‘Tell them the truth. He fucked off somewhere with that sea hag from hell, and he ain't coming back. Good riddance to bad rubbish.' I'm so happy that I'm the only one who can hear him.