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- Herausgeber: Michelle Love
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
This book was previously published as The Billionaire's Brother
I agreed to sign the contract because I love him.
Now, I have to do everything he asks and fulfill his fantasies.
He used to be sweet and loving.
Now all he thinks about is finding new ways to satisfy himself.
And after being with him for three years,
I realized he's never going to change.
Everyone told me he wasn't good for me.
It's like they could see something that I couldn't.
I thought we would be together forever,
Especially since he proposed to me.
And when things were getting better, he disappeared.
I don't know if I'll be able to live, not knowing if he's okay.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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A Billionaire Romance
Island of Love 5
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By Michelle Love
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Table of Contents
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Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
Reed
Rod
Jenna
Sneak Peek - Snowfall
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Blurb
I agreed to sign the contract because I love him.
Now, I have to do everything he asks and fulfill his fantasies.
He used to be sweet and loving.
Now all he thinks about is finding new ways to satisfy himself.
And after being with him for three years,
I realized he's never going to change.
Everyone told me he wasn't good for me.
It's like they could see something that I couldn't.
I thought we would be together forever,
Especially since he proposed to me.
And when things were getting better, he disappeared.
I don't know if I'll be able to live, not knowing if he's okay.
Chapter 1
Jenna
“Rod? You home?” I call out as I come into the little apartment we rented last week.
After only a few months of dating, we decided to take it a step further and move in together. To say my parents were pissed would be an understatement.
Try furious!
But what Rod Manning and I have is as real as it gets, even if I am just eighteen, a thing my parents tell me is a real issue—though it’s not, really.
Rod’s a few years older than I am. Okay, five of them, but that’s not a big deal to me. My father made me wait until I turned eighteen to date Rod, or anyone else for that matter.
Rod’s been after me for the last couple of years, but being underage had him waiting for me. Dad threatened all kinds of hell on the poor guy if he touched me before I turned the legal age.
The funny thing is that Rod’s mother cautioned me about their oldest son as well. At a senior party, my graduating class had at one of my classmate’s ranches just before I turned eighteen, I saw Rod’s mother. She was helping chaperone the party.
She had no idea of Rod’s interest in me and took me aside, then asked me if I knew her son, Reed. I knew of Reed, of course. We all live in a minuscule town in Jerome, Arizona.
Reed is only two years older than I am. I was shocked when she told me he and I would make a perfect couple. He was away at college at that time but would be home for the summer, and she wanted to know if she could give him my phone number when he got home.
Her dismay when I told her it was her son, Rod, who was interested in me and me in him confused me. She was very open about him being a difficult person, which I found crazy.
He doesn’t seem difficult to me at all. Quite the opposite. He seems so rugged and manly and tough as nails but in all the right ways.
His job as a mechanic keeps his muscles tight, and he keeps a five o’clock shadow thing going on his handsome face.
I’ll admit it. The man does have this dangerous edge to him. But I find it exciting as hell.
The way he handles me is so hot!
And he’s told me he has a surprise for me tonight when he gets home, which I thought would be by now.
“Hey there, baby.” His deep voice calls out from our bedroom.
I go that way, turning down the short hallway that leads off the living room. There he is, leaning his tall body against the door frame.
His dark ash blond hair hangs to his shoulders in waves. His steely blue eyes running up and down my body give me chills. “Hey, Rod.”
As he’s clad in only his tight black underwear, I see he’s taken a shower and rid himself of the grease of the garage he works in. The smell of his soap fills my senses.
My insides are already melting as he looks me over. “I brought home that surprise I told you about, but we have something to talk about first.” He pulls me into his strong arms as I come to him.
His mouth covers mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The way it moves, like he has a purpose in touching every place in my mouth, makes my knees weak, and I lean against him.
He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes it as he growls. My body is hot, and now I’m wet and can hardly wait to get out of these clothes and into our bed.
His other hand moves up my arm, then over my shoulder, and he grabs a handful of my long hair and pulls it back hard. His mouth leaves mine, and his teeth graze over my neck. Then he bites it hard.
The noise I make has him pulling back, and he looks intense.
I love that look like raw power.
“I want something permanent with you, Jenna.” His words make my heart pound.
“K.”
A grin creeps across his handsome face. “I haven’t told you what it is yet, and you answer yes already?”
I nod, and he smiles. “Permanent is what I want, too. I love you, Rod.”
“Love is for the weak, baby. What did I tell you about all that love shit?” He lets me go and moves away from me. “Life is about other things. Life is hard, baby. Love is fleeting. Commitment isn’t, though. I want that from you. A real commitment.”
He moves to the bed, sits on the edge, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the bedside table. A long neck bottle half-full of beer sits on top and he takes a drink then lights his cigarette.
That’s the one thing I hate. I hate the smell of cigarettes, and he knows it. Yet he’s not about to do as I’ve asked him repeatedly to smoke outside.
But I think he might be about to propose, so I’m not going to bring that up right now. Instead, I went to sit next to him in bed. “So what is it you want, Rod?”
From under the pillow he sleeps on, he pulls a sheet of paper. I can see the large words at the top: Dom/Sub-Slave Contract. My heart stops, and my eyes go wide.
I pick up the sheet of paper and look at it, then at him. His face is sterile.
No emotion. Not a thing.
“Slave? Why is the word slave on this paper? And what is it all about?”
His strong hand moves up my arm and tightens around my bicep. “I want you. I want all of you. I want to own you, baby.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Own me?”
He nods slowly, and I can’t think. Then, one thought floods my brain. “My father will kill you, Rod.”
“This has to be our little secret. This town is too small to let this kind of thing out.” He takes a drag off the cigarette, and the smell intensifies, and I cough.
“A secret?” I look around the little bedroom. My eyes fall on a hook that’s on the wall near the closet. A hook that wasn’t there before.
Then I look back at the paper I hold in my right hand. It’s shaking, and I hold it with my left to steady it so I can read what he wants from me.
Words pop out at me. Punishments. Sexual tortures. Expectations.
“Rod, is this a joke?” I look into his eyes and find no humor there.
He shakes his head slowly and easily. “It’s no joke, Jenna. It’s what I want. And I always get what I want. You know that.”
Smoke encircles his head as he taps the cigarette's ashes into the clean ashtray on the nightstand. “This doesn’t look like a thing I want to be a part of. I thought you were talking about marriage, Rod.”
A low laugh comes from him. “Marriage? Nah. I’m not into that. That can end in divorce. What I’m asking from you can’t end. It’s forever, girl. Isn’t that better than a marriage?”
“This says you want me to stay available for your every need.” My eyes move to his and find them squinting as he takes another puff of the cigarette. “My job, though.”
He shakes his head. “That little job ain’t making you no money, anyway. See, the way I’m thinking is, it’s better for me if you can come to me or I come home and you’re here, and you can take care of whatever I feel I need at that time.”
“Sex?” I stare at him. “Are you saying I don’t give you enough already?”
“You don’t. But that isn’t your fault. It’s your job’s fault,” he says as he grinds the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “Like this afternoon. I wanted a piece of ass so bad I nearly went across the street from the shop and found one at that little bar.”
My heart stops. “You didn’t though, did you?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head, sending his wavy locks swinging around his broad shoulders. His eyes move to mine and pierce me. “But, as you’ll find in the contract, that is a thing I can do if I see fit and you aren’t meeting all my physical needs. And you have to take it, baby. You can’t leave me over it.”
My stomach hurts all of a sudden, and I bend over and place my hand on it. ”No! No, Rod! No, fucking way!”
Okay, I said that only in my head.
My voice is shaking as I say out loud, “Why do you want to have sex with other women?”
“I don’t want to. But if I can’t do the things I want with you, then I’ll have to. I have certain desires, and if you won’t let me do those things with you, then I’ll get that elsewhere with someone who will.” His hand runs over my shoulder and down my arm. “But I really want to do that stuff with you, baby. Only you. But I’m a little afraid you’re too vanilla to do any of it.”
I turn my head slowly to look at him, and my age and experience, or lack thereof, hits me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m no child, Rod. I can be everything you want. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. And I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
“Here’s the thing, baby. You can’t tell a soul. Not only would your dad kick my ass, but mine might do the same damn thing to me. He’s told me as much.” He looks away and rubs his jaw.
“You’ve talked to your dad about whatever it is you like to do sexually?” I look at him with a face full of confusion.
I don’t even talk to my mother about the things I find arousing.
“Nah, I didn’t talk to him about it. He found some of my literature on the subject. He told me when he found out you and I were a thing that if I ever tried to bring you into that dark world, he’d hold me down while your daddy beat my ass, then he’d beat my ass himself.” His arm goes around me, and he kisses my shoulder.
“God! What kind of literature are we talking about, Rod? That doesn’t sound like your average porn.” I watch him as he peers at me through his thick lashes.
“It isn’t average. I’m not an average man. A bit above, you know?”
I nod, then say, “I think you’re the smartest guy I know, Rod.”
He laughs. “Not like that. Like the way I feel. I feel more than some. I want more than some. Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want you to come down to the shop and suck me off in the men’s room.”
My face heats. “Rod!” I laugh and look at him and see he’s dead serious. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I want to fuck you in the alley behind the grocery store during the rush hour. I want to finger fuck you in the small café on the square while the people we know eat their lunch without a clue as to what I’m doing to you. I want your panties to be soaking wet when we walk out, and I want you to hand them to me when I ask. With no hesitation.” His eyes go light and sparkle.
“That’s really bad, Rod. Really bad. We could get caught, and then everyone would look at us and think bad things about us. Oh, no. I can’t ...” His mouth slams into mine.
He presses me back on the bed and moves his body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “You can. You will. I will train you. I will show you how to give me everything I want.”
“You think you can train the morals out of me? I was a Sunday school teacher last year, Rod. Not a porn star.” I turn my head, and he takes me by the chin and pulls me back to look at him.
“So, Sunday school teacher, what do you think it means that you gave your virginity to me? In the Biblical sense, you already belong to me.” His words hiss from his mouth. “You are already mine, Jenna Foster.” He kisses me hard again, so hard our teeth clash. Then he looks at me as he continues to hold me down. “Or do you want me to do what I have to with another woman? I can keep you, too. Only you will always know I’m fucking someone else.”
“Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”
He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”
I move my hand to touch my cheek, and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”
He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”
Wow! This is begging?
“Let me read the whole thing.”
He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There. Hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room, and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract has me thinking about what I’m even doing.
Why am I contemplating this? The whole thing is crazy.
He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Then he pulls at his thick cock inside the tight underwear. “Read it out loud, baby.”
I clear my throat. “This contract is between Jenna Foster and Rod Manning. This contract can never be voided. It will end only upon the death of either signing party.”
I look up at him, and he smiles. “See, forever, baby.”
“Jenna Foster agrees to become Rod Manning’s subordinate in all ways. His slave for life. She agrees to do whatever he asks her to whenever he asks her to. Rod Manning agrees never to ask Jenna Foster to do anything deemed inappropriate in front of vanillas, children, or any family members.” I look up at him again. “So, we won’t do anything bad in front of anyone who matters, then?”
He nods and takes a swig of beer. “Keep reading.”
“ All will be followed by Jenna Foster thanking him for showing her the way to please him, and she will willingly give herself to him sexually after punishments if he so desires.” I look up at him again. “You want to spank me, Rod?”
He nods and looks right into my eyes. “I want to spank that ass until it’s red. Then I want you to beg me to do it some more.” He takes a drink of the beer. “I want to teach you all about pain, baby. I want to teach you all about the things that make other people flinch. I want you to be fearless, just like I am.”
“By the way this reads, Rod, I won’t be fearless. Because I’ll always have to fear you.” I look at him again to see if he understands me.
“As you should, Sunday school teacher.” He comes to me and places the beer on the table and his hands on my shoulders. His cock is near my face as I sit on the bed. “After all, doesn’t it say something like that in the Bible? Fear the Lord, for he giveth and he can taketh away. Or some shit like that. You’re the Sunday school teacher, not me.”
“In essence, you’re saying, if I want you, I have to show you I will give you everything you want.”
“And I will take complete care of you for doing that.” His hand moves down, and he pulls his hard-on out of his underwear.
The tip of his dick rests on my lips. He looks at me intensely. I pull my head back a little. “What if I don’t want you to take complete care of me?”
“Then I’ll find someone who does want that.” He presses his very large appendage to my lips again. “It won’t be hard to find a woman who wants this monster to be all hers as long as she does what I want her to. It’s a fair deal, baby. You should take it. I have another girl in mind if you aren’t into it, though. Just so you know. Another girl could be sucking this dick. Another girl could be getting her pussy pleasured by this thick cock.”
I stare into his eyes to see if he’s actually serious. This man has begged me to be with him for two fucking years, and now, all of a sudden, this shit comes out.
I love this asshole, though!
My eyes fall back to the paper. “The next part says you can have sex with whoever you want to. It also says you can make me have sex with whoever you want me to. It says I have to do anything you ask me to, including having oral and sexual relations with a man or another woman or participating in an orgy. So I can’t be sure by signing this thing that you will only be mine, Rod.”
“This thing will last forever, Jenna. I had to think about what might come up in the future. I didn’t want to leave anything out. Just to be on the safe side, you know.”
A knock comes at the front door, and his eyes turn toward it, then they come back to me. “Time to shit or get off the pot, baby.”
He puts his dick back into his underwear and walks away. I get off the bed and follow him. “You can’t answer the door in your underwear, Rod!”
He laughs and throws open the door. A small woman with a jet-black dye job looks at us through the screen. “So, is she out?” she asks him.
Her lip is pierced, as is her eyebrow. Her skin is pale as shit, and she’s wearing some fishnet stockings and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.
Rod doesn’t open the screen door. He just looks back at me. “Meet the other interested party, Jenna.”
The darkly lined eyes of the woman peer in at me. “She’s so vanilla. Come on, Rod, pick me. She’ll never be enough for you, man. I can suck your dick on the front porch if you want.”
He looks at me intensely. “She’ll do whatever I want, Jenna. Suck me off on the front porch, even.”
“I don’t know where you found her,” I say.
She interrupts me. “Scottsdale. Off the Internet. And you should really just let me have him. You aren’t woman enough to please this man. He’s all man.”
“Close the door, baby,” I tell him as I pull my shirt off over my head. Then I unhook my bra and reveal to the little piece of crap who has come over a hundred miles to steal my man that I am woman enough to please him, and I will prove that fact to him if I have to do it right in front of her.
He says, without looking at her, “Beat it, Lola. She’s decided to keep me around.” He slams the door, and I push my jeans down.
Rod grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. “Sign it first.” He grabs a pen off the nightstand.
I sign the bottom without even reading the rest and then he signs it and puts the pen and the contract back in the drawer, then throws me on the bed.
His eyes are almost scary as he grins at me. “And now it’s official. You are mine!”
Chapter 2
Jenna
“Undress,” he says as he steps away from me and turns his back to me.
I do as he’s said and notice him dropping his underwear to the floor before going to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out his leather belt.
My stomach tenses as he bends it in half and slaps his left palm with it. Then he reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small black bungee cord. When he turns back to me, I’m undressed and looking at the things in his hands.
“Get on your knees and bow your head. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” he asks me as he looks into my eyes with his eyes narrowed.
“I’m not an idiot. Of course, I understand you.” I go to my knees and drop my head, then find he has me by my hair and is pulling me back up.
I yelp with the pain. “Rod!”
He yanks my hair, and my face is an inch from his. He talks between clenched teeth, “I want no smart-mouthing. You get me?”
I nod. “K.”
He pushes me to the floor, and I scramble to get back into the position he told me to get into. His words are sharp and clear. “You only talk when I tell you to. You only cum when I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
I nod and say, “Yes.”
The belt flies through the air and lands solidly on my back. “Yes, Master!” he shouts.
I have to fight to control the urge to get up and knock the living shit out of him. “Yes, Master.” The words do not come easily out of my mouth.
I can feel a welt forming on my back from the hit, and I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t know why he needs this. Then I’m reminded of the little slut who is not very far down the road and put everything out of my mind except doing what pleases the man I love.
With my head down, I can only see his bare feet walking away from me. Then I hear a drawer open, and he comes back. With another hard yank on my hair, he pulls my head up, and I catch a glimpse of a black dog collar. He puts it around my neck.
It’s tight, and I feel a little choked by it. He puts one finger between it and my flesh. “It’s not too tight,” he says.
I beg to differ. I can’t even wear turtleneck sweaters because they’re uncomfortable for me.
And he wants me to wear a fucking dog collar!
Then he attaches a matching leash and tells me to get on my hands and knees and go to the far wall. The one I saw the foreign hook placed near the top of.
I go and feel odd and weird and very uncomfortable and not the least bit sexy. Once I get to the wall, I stop, and he says, “Kneel and place your hands together in front of you.”
I do what he’s told me to and find him wrapping the little bungee cord around my wrists. He binds my hands together with it, and then he pulls me up, using the leash.
The collar kind of chokes me as I try to get up without the use of my hands. Once I’m up, he takes my bound hands and loops the cord over the hook on the wall.
I’m facing the wall and can smell the old cigarette smoke as it clings to it from all the times Rod’s smoked in here. I make a note to wash the walls, as the smell makes me sick to my stomach.
But, to be honest, this whole act is making me feel sick.
I feel the heat of his breath as he leans close to my back, moves my hair to expose my neck, and says, “I’m going to give you your first spanking, Jenna Foster. This will tell me what your initial threshold for pain is, and I will give you this many thrashes each time we do this, adding one more every time. Do you understand me?”
“How do I tell you when I’ve had all I can take?”
“I’ll need you to say the safe word. No or stop is not enough because you will never say those words to me again when I ask you anything. Your answer to all of my questions or demands will be a simple yes, Master. In public, it will be only yes. And the safe word is candy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I say, and I don’t know how I’m going along with this.
He’s like some Nazi, and I’m a little Jewish girl he plans on torturing for his own devious pleasure.
“Only say the safe word when you are crying. I don’t want to hear it before that time. This is to build a bond between us that will last a lifetime. A bond between the Master and his slave.”
I hear the leather belt cut through the air as he draws it back. Then I hear it again as it flies to meet the tender flesh covering my ass, and the first hit stings, then burns intensely.
My heart pounds with the strike, and I try hard not to scream. His voice is hard and brusque as he counts the thrashes off, “One.”
The sound of the belt flying through the air comes again, and the second strike has me biting my lower lip to stop the scream with the burning pain, and he says, “Two.”
My heart is pounding so hard I can no longer hear the belt as it moves through the air. The leather hits my skin, and I feel tears welling up as he says, “Three.”
I know I had better have them streaming down my face before I say the word that will end this. Another slap stings my ass, and it’s throbbing. “Four,” comes from him.
Then I feel his finger moving to the edge of my vagina, and he slides it inside of me. “You’re wet for me.”
He pulls his finger out of me and presses it to my lips. I part them, and he pushes it inside, and I taste myself on it. Then he pulls it back, and the leather belt strikes me again. This time, a sob comes out of me as the tears fall freely.
“Five,” he says.
“Candy!” I cry out. “Candy, Rod!”
“Candy, baby,” he says as he tosses the belt on the bed and presses his body against my back. He leaves my hands bound and on the hook. “Now I’m going to fuck you. Don’t move or say a fucking word, or I’ll give you five more thrashes. Cum only when I tell you to, and you better fucking come for real, or I’ll give you five more lashes. Do you understand me?”
I choke the words out as I’m crying very hard now, “Yes, Master.”
His cock is large and pulsing as he moves the tip to my asshole, and I tense up as he’s never taken me in the ass before.
I hold my breath, and the sobs stop as I prepare myself for the intrusion. The large tip of his cock moves inside my asshole, and then he pulls it back out.
“Good, girl,” he says. Then he pushes the tip in again. “Just the tip for tonight.”
He moves only the tip in and out a total of twenty times, then moves his cock to my vagina and thrusts hard into me. His body is hot and sweaty, and mine is too.
My hair clings to my head with the sweat, and our bodies glide against each other as he thrusts hard into me. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks it hard. Then his mouth is on my neck, and he’s biting me hard, then sucking hard on the place he bit.
I swear every nerve in my body is on fire with the amount of hard stimuli he’s given it. It’s an uncomfortable heat, and I don’t find any pleasure in it.
I feel the feeling of being used. Then I recall how he said if I don’t cum for real, he’s going to give me five more thrashes.
I close my eyes and try to feel pleasure. I focus on his hard dick plunging into me, making me feel full. His cock is inside me deep, and the penetration is stroking me in all the right ways.
For whatever reason, this pleases him and gives him pleasure, so I had better figure out how to make this work for me, or I will surely lose him.
His teeth take my earlobe, and he delivers a hard bite. I nearly yelp but manage to keep it in. Then he asks, “Do you like me fucking you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” I say. One of his hands moves around me, and his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit.
He rubs it with his middle finger as he pounds into me from behind. My body starts shaking as an orgasm is threatening me. But I can’t let it go until he tells me to, or it means more lashes on my ass, which still burns from the first ones.
Thankfully, I feel his cock stiffen inside me, and he moans from near my ear, “Cum.”
I let go and want to shriek with the intensity of the climax, but I don’t dare. He makes slow strokes until his cock no longer pulses, then he moves out of me and leaves me hanging on the hook.
My body sags, and my arms ache. Then he takes them off the hook and undoes the cord. My arms fall to my sides, and I can’t move them.
He picks me up in his strong arms and lays me face down on the bed. “I’m going to get the medicated cream to put on the lashes. Stay right there.”
He walks away, and I don’t think I could move if I had to. Then he’s back, and rubbing the cool stuff all over my ass as it numbs it, and the burning finally eases.
“You did better than I ever imagined you could for the first time, baby. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be good at this.” He kisses my back as he moves me up on the bed, then climbs over me, straddling my back, then begins massaging it and my shoulders, which already feel stiff.
I don’t say a word, as he hasn’t told me I can yet. And I don’t know what I would say, anyway.
Thanks for beating my ass.
Nah, I have nothing to say.
Rod stops the massage, pulls the hair off my neck, and kisses my cheek. It’s a sweet kiss. Nothing like the way he’s been treating my body. “I’m going to get you something for the pain. It’ll help you sleep. I’m really proud of you. Thanks.”
He climbs off me and leaves the room. I try very hard not to cry.
Chapter 3
Jenna
Almost six months into our contract and Rod and I are having New Year’s Eve dinner at his parents’ home. Sue and Jason Manning are retired school teachers.
Sue was my English teacher in junior high. I never had Mr. Manning in high school, as he taught the Ag class and I wasn’t in Ag.
But he’s a very nice man, and I find myself looking at the older couple as they’re very sweet to one another. I have to wonder where Rod got his bad side from.
The lessons, as Rod calls them, are nearly every night. My ass has become numb, and I guess I’m thankful for that. Because I can take so many lashes, he doesn’t always start off with that.
And when he does, it’s him who stops it, as I suppose his arm gets tired. I’ve become accustomed to the acts. They don’t excite or necessarily bother me. It’s just something he needs to do.
He makes love to me in normal ways sometimes. And I do love those times. Rod is a complicated man.
I often wonder if something happened to him when he was young. He seems to fight demons only he can see, using liquor and cigarettes, and I seem to keep them at bay most of the time.
Though he won’t tell me he loves me and refuses to let me tell him, as he sees love as a weakness, I do love the man I have the deepest feelings for.
Headlights light up the living room, and Rod makes his way from the little minibar with a couple of beers in his hand and goes to the door. “Looks like my little brother’s made it.”
Sue grabs her husband, Jason, by the hand. “Oh, come with me to get the food out of the oven. Let’s hurry!” They leave the room, and it’s only Rod and me who left to greet his brother.
I haven’t seen his younger brother, Reed, since he left for college a couple of years ago. And I never really knew the guy before that. He’s only a couple of years older than I am.
Truth be told, I was always very shy anytime we found ourselves around each other. Rod’s handsome, but Reed’s gorgeous. His hair is really blond, and his eyes are dark blue.
Rod opens the door and walks Reed. Right behind him is a short young woman with glasses and dark hair. She looks smart as hell, and she must be his girlfriend.
Reed smiles and looks happy. “Hey, big bro!” He hugs Rod, and Rod claps him on the back.
The two together like that shows me Reed has put on some muscle since he’s been away at UCLA in California. Reed’s a couple of inches taller than Rod, probably because Rod has been smoking since he was sixteen, and Reed has always been a jock and really healthy.
The men are over six feet, and both have broad shoulders and muscles. Only Reed looks a bit sturdier.
When Rod lets Reed go, I find Reed’s eyes moving over me. “And who do we have here?” he asks as he pulls his girlfriend along behind him and comes toward me.
I get up off my place on the sofa and give him a smile. “Hi, Reed,” I say shyly.
Rod comes around them and puts his arm around me. “Her daddy finally had to let his little princess grow up, and I snagged her quickly. Jenna and I are living together now.”
Reed’s eyes go kind of wide, and he shakes his head. “Already? Shit! Didn’t you barely graduate in May, Jenna?”
I’m surprised he even knew that.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“And you didn’t go to college?” Reed asks as he looks into my eyes, and I feel all wiggly inside, most likely because he’s a gorgeous mass of a man, and he probably has this effect on most females.
Rod makes a huffing sound. “She doesn’t need college. She’s my woman. I take care of her every need.”
Reed’s lips form a tight line. Then he pulls up the young woman’s hand he’s holding. “This is Pam. She and I go to college together.”
She pushes her glasses up her nose a little. Her deep brown eyes kind of glisten as she says, “Nice to meet you all.”
Sue and Jason finally come out of the kitchen and Sue shouts, “My baby!”
Reed quickly abandons his girl and goes to his mother. He picks her up as he hugs her, and she giggles like a young girl. “Oh, Reed! I’ve missed you, baby boy!”
He puts her down, and his father claps him on the back. Then, he gives his youngest son a hug. “Good to see you, son.”
“You too, Dad,” Reed says, then comes back our way to grab his girl. “This is Pam.”
“Nice to meet you, Pam,” Sue says, and Jason gives her a nod and a smile.
The girl is nothing like I pictured when I thought of Reed having a girlfriend. He played the field when he was in high school. But he never got serious about anyone here.
I suppose she’s pretty in a way. Mostly plain, not ugly or anything. And she seems even quieter than I am.
Rod hands one of the unopened beers to Reed. “Here you go. You finally made it to twenty-one.”
Reed takes the beer and opens the top of the long-necked brown bottle. “I did. Even though your attempts on my young life were kind of often, I managed to grow up, Rod.” His lips conform to the bottle, and I find myself looking far too hard at them.
I look down and shudder. If Rod ever caught me looking at another man, he’d skin me alive.
Rod grabs my hand and pulls me with him to sit down on the sofa, placing me on his lap and making me feel very uncomfortable. “I wanted to be an only child.”
Reed laughs. “So did I.”
Their parents laugh, too, and I look up to find them looking oddly at one another. So I asked Rod, “Did you two fight a lot when you were little?”
“I kicked his ass,” Rod says with a grin. “I wouldn’t call it fighting.”
Reed takes a long drink and then pulls the bottle from his mouth. I watch him from my peripheral vision, as I had better not look full-on at him. “Until the day I made you eat asphalt. You do recall our very last fight. Don’t you, Rod?”
Sue looks nervous. “Let’s not bring that day up!” She grabs Reed’s hand and pulls him along with her as Pam trails along behind him, looking like a midget, as she’s so much shorter than he is. “Help me grab the trays with the appetizers, please.”
I look at Rod. “What happened?” I whisper.
His eyes have gone steely, and he takes a drink of his beer. “Don’t worry about it.”
His mood has gone south suddenly, and I wonder what happened between the two that had their fights ending so fast and putting Rod in a foul mood.
Rod’s hand moves up my back, and his lips touch my ear. “We’re going to the bathroom.”
I don’t ask why. I just get up when he pushes at me and let him lead me to the bathroom. His father watches us go, and I know my cheeks are turning the deepest shade of red.
Once inside, with the door closed Rod unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. I know what he wants and go to my knees in front of him.
Opening my mouth, he takes the back of my head and moves my mouth over his hard cock. He thrusts it in, and I gag a little as it goes into my throat.
He makes hard strokes with his cock into my mouth and doesn’t make a sound as he does. I have no indication he’s about to cum until his cock jerks and semen flows down my throat. Then he makes a small grunt and pulls out of my mouth.
He looks down at me as I hurry to grab some toilet paper and clean him off. His hand moves over my hair, and he whispers, “I like your blonde hair much more than that drab brown Reed’s bitch has. Your green eyes are prettier, too. You’re so much better than what he brought home.”
“Thank you, Master,” I say as I clean him all up.
He pulls me up and puts his arms around me. It’s a softness he rarely shows. “There’s mouthwash under the sink. Use it, then come out in three minutes. Not one second before that.”
He lets me go and walks out. I have no idea why there’s a time limit, but I start counting in my head: 1001, 1002. Grabbing the mouthwash, I pour some in one of the small cups on the vanity top, then swish it around my mouth.
Making sure I have no residual cum on my face, I look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes go glassy as I fight the feeling of being used. I say to myself, “He needs you to be this for him. You love him, Jenna.”
I blink the tears away, and the last second goes by. I walk out of the bathroom, and Reed is standing right there. “Oh!”
His hand is in my face. “I was just about to knock. Sorry.”
I move to the side and look down at the floor. “Sorry.”
His hand on my arm stops me. “Jenna, you okay?”
“Yes,” I say quietly.
He lets me go. “Okay, then.” And he goes into the bathroom.
I fall against the wall in the dark hallway. His touch sent electricity straight through me.
The entire time I gave Rod head, I never felt the least bit excited, and when Reed touched me for a mere second, I went wet in my panties.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Jenna,” Rod calls out from the living room.
I hurry down the hall and into the room and go to his side. “Yes?”
His arm goes around me, and he pulls me tight to his side. “What were you and he doing back there?”
“Nothing.” I look down, and his hand touches my chin, pulling my face up.
“You look flushed.” His eyes roam over my face.
I smile and whisper, “You have me that way, Master.”
He smiles back at me and kisses my cheek. “Good girl.”
Not feeling very proud of myself, I lean against Rod and think about how much he does for me and how I should appreciate him so much more. Looking at other men, especially his brother, is not a thing I should be doing.
Going wet for his younger brother is definitely not a thing I should be doing!
Rod takes a tiny sausage wrapped in a crescent roll and places it on my lips. I open them and accept the food into my mouth. “Like it?”
I nod, and he picks up another one from the tray. I eat it, too, and hold my hand up when he tries to get me to eat one more. “Can I have a drink?”
He has a beer on the table and, picks it up and, takes a drink of it, then hands it to me. His mother’s eyes go right to me as I take the beer from his hand. “I really shouldn’t. I’m not old enough yet, Rod.”
“You can if I let you. And I’m letting you,” he says.
His mother comes to us, takes the beer out of my hand, and replaces it with a cold soda. “Here you go, sweetheart. We don’t want you getting into something before you’re ready for it now, do we?”
“No, ma’am.” I take a drink of the Coke and try not to look at Rod as his mother walks away, and he narrows his eyes at her.
“I’m ready to get out of here.” He takes my hand and pulls me toward the door. Then he looks over his shoulder as Reed comes back into the living room. “You want to join us over at Stacy’s Bar, little bro?”
Reed looks at Pam. “Want to?”
She nods, and they follow as Sue calls out, “Jenna can stay here while you go out, Rod. She’s much too young to be in that bar.”
Rod’s arm goes around my shoulders. “I got her, Mom.”
His arm tightens around me as Reed adds, “I’ll watch out for her, Mom. Don’t worry.”
