Domesticated (29 page)

“Huh, yeah, of course,” Sam said, shifting his weight with the shifted conversation. “Why?”

“Prettier than me?”

“Don’t go getting all jealous on me. I’ve always been partial to blondes.” I was happy to be on to something else, back on the right path.

“Was Sierra a blonde?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“What happened? Why did you divorce?”

“We just grew apart.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“What? Why not,” Sam chuckled.

“I don’t know. I don’t think you’re the type to let that happen.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Just that, I don’t know how anyone could get tired of you. You’re always up to something. Didn’t you make her laugh like you do me?”

“It was my fault. I cheated on her with a teacher.”

I sat straight up and turned to him. That shocked the hell out of me. I wasn’t expecting that, not from Sam. “Wow.”

“Don’t look so surprised. Did you ever think you would be here, cheating on Garrison right now? I didn’t plan it. She was an intern for a semester with me.”

“Wow,” I said again. “You cheated?”

“You’re surely not judging me are you? Did you plan this? Would you have ever in a million years thought you would be here with me like this?”

“I’m paying you,” I reminded him. “That isn’t an affair.”

“I’m going to ring your neck. Is that all I am to you after all this. I want you.”

“Sam?” I questioned, feeling my heart plummet to my stomach and then my feet. Sam wanted me. Did that change things? No. No. It changed nothing. I had to put a stop to the serious conversation before the L word escaped his lips. That might change things. Just like I did with my first proposition, I put it out there. Just like that.

“Let’s do the threesome thing tomorrow night.”

“What?” Sam asked, looking confused as hell. Talk about whiplash.

“I want to have a threesome. With Olivia.”

I watched Sam’s face go from confused to WTF, back to confused. “I’m not having a threesome with Olivia.”

“Why? You said all guys wanted to do that. You said she was hot. Why not?”

“Did you not just hear a word I said?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. We have a month left. What did you think I was going to do, give up what I have for you? Did you really think that would happen?”

“I, uh. I guess, I don’t,” Sam stuttered while I held my cold, bona fide bitch attitude and watched the hurt consume his face. It hurt me, too. I hated it, but I had to do it. I had to stick to the plan.

“Do you want to? The threesome?”

“No. I don’t. I’m not touching Olivia. She’s engaged.”

I laughed loudly, causing the crowd to shush me. “You’re worried about Olivia being engaged? I’m married, or did you forget that part?”

“You’re married to a dweeb and this was never supposed to be this,” Sam said pointing his finger to me and then to his own chest.

“What do you mean this? You still have a contract to satisfy. I can read the part where you agreed to fulfill whatever I desired. You still want to be paid, right?” I may have been kicking him below the belt, but I had to. I knew he needed the money. I didn’t know what for, but I knew he couldn’t give it up.

“Let’s go,” Sam said, standing. Shit. I didn’t want that to happen either. I wanted to be laid. He was pissed.

“Go where?”

“We’re done here.”

“I’m not done with you though.”

Sam snorted and shook his head in disbelief. “Okay, Mouse…Where would you like to go? I can either fuck you at my place or we can go to yours,” Sam offered, standing above me.

“Sam!” I loud whispered. Jesus. He only let fifty people hear him say that. He ignored me, folding the blankets and gathering our things. I had no choice but to stand with him.

“Hi guys,” Olivia said from the balcony, looking up from her e-book.

“Hey,” Sam said in a tone I had never heard from him before. I didn’t think Sam was capable of being angry. I was wrong. I was so wrong. He shoved me ahead of him by my elbow, leaving Olivia with a bewildered look. I didn’t say a word, not that I had a word to say anyway.

“Take your clothes off,” Sam ordered, closing the door behind us. My pussy went freaking nuts. Maybe I liked angry Sam. I looked up to Sam removing his shirt while he toed off his sneakers. “You waiting for something?” he rudely asked, taking out his stuff and walking out of his shorts.

I wasn’t waiting on anything. I was stunned stupid. Watching Sam stroke himself hard, hurried me right along. I was standing naked in front of him in two point seven seconds. This Sam demeanor was crazy hot. I was sure my wetness was ready to run down my leg. Unexplained thoughts flooded my scattered brain. I stood there in an absolute welter of desire, waiting for some sort of instruction.

“You’re the boss. Why don’t you go get your friend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Shit. It was too soon. I was afraid to do that yet.

Pulling myself together, my stone-cold rich-bitch attitude kicked in. “Maybe tomorrow,” I taunted, walking toward him. “How about you just drop to your knees?” I boldly countered. My tone and demeanor were working a hell of a lot better on the outside than it was internally. I was praying Sam couldn’t see me shaking on the outside as much as I was on the inside.

“How about you drop to your knees?” Sam negotiated, thrusting his hips toward me, fisting his massive cock. Okay…

I did what Sam wanted, but not before I licked his lips and moved my tongue inside his mouth. Sam’s tongue danced with mine briefly before he pulled away, glaring at me with a look of pure hate. Did Sam hate me?

I knelt before him and licked the slit at the end of his head, he pulled out, pumped a bead of pre-come and I licked it off. My gag reflex kicked in when Sam grabbed a handful of my hair and dived to the back of my throat, over and over. The way he hissed while I took all that he was giving and sucked hard drove me crazier than him. As much as I was into sucking Sam’s dick, I wanted him to know who was holding the checkbook and who was in control.

I pulled away after a few minutes and stood. I tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head. Sam wouldn’t kiss me. “What do you want?” he asked.

I audibly snickered, letting Sam know he wasn’t getting to me. Maybe a little. Sam’s kisses were one of the first things that drew me to him. Walking to the closet, I retrieved my shoebox full of toys. I didn’t tell Sam what I wanted with words. I couldn’t make myself say it out loud. I told him what I wanted with my actions. The way I figured it, I had him where I wanted him. I’d tried to get him to put it in my ass a few times. He refused, saying he didn’t want to degrade me. I wasn’t letting him refuse shit. He was on my turf.

I squirted the heat-activated lubricant in my hand and stroked Sam’s cock. Our eyes held contact briefly, before he looked away, down to my hand. I almost tried to kiss him again, but figured out very quick like that I didn’t like the rejection. Walking the few steps to my bed, I lured him to me by bending at the waist, and spreading my ass cheeks. Of course, he came to me.

Holding my breath, I started to dread my decision as soon as felt the head of his cock pushing in through my tiny, constricted hole. André McPherson’s girls didn’t act like it hurt. They loved it. Oh shit. What the hell did I do now?

“Aahh, Sam, wait,” I protested, stopping him by placing my hand on his leg and pulling away.

“What’s the matter, mouse? Bite off more than you can chew?” Sam asked in a tone that told me I wasn’t in control of squat. I hissed, squeezing my eyes closed when Sam didn’t stop at all. He pressed even harder, gaining another inch or so. I wanted to stop him, but I didn’t. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but was more erotic than painful. The dominate Sam I wanted from the beginning was uncovered. I loved it as much as I hated it. It was hot as hell, it just wasn’t Sam.

He didn’t talk me through it and go easy with me the way I knew he would if I ever got him to do what he was doing. He didn’t talk at all. Sam held my hips and continued to bury himself balls deep in my ass. I admit that after a few strokes, I was more than aroused, ready to come, especially after Sam reached around and rubbed my clitoris. Now I understood the expression on the girl’s faces when André did it.

“Fuck, Kendra. Hurry up,” Sam pleaded, pumping in and out, hard, fast, and deep. Holy shit…

That orgasm was something I wasn’t accustomed to. I screamed, from the pain and the pleasure when Sam pulled out and pinched my pulsating nub. While his come squirted all over the small of my back, my own unexpected orgasm spread in waves clear to my toes. I wasn’t even finished riding out my orgasm when I realized Sam wasn’t near me anymore. I turned to see him dressing.

“What are you doing?” I asked puzzled.

“You’ve fucked me enough to know that I’m done. I won’t be able to perform for a couple hours. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Me spending the night was never mentioned in our little agreement. I did that because I wanted to.”

“And now you don’t?”

“Kendra, go get help. You have some major issues.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Sam almost cracked. I saw it in his face, in the way his eyes looked at me like he felt sorry for me. That’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want his pity.

“I’ll see you tomorrow if you want.”

“Sam?” I questioned his motives without a response.

“Damn,” I audibly said to the closed door.

Soaking in a tub filled with sandalwood and vanilla, I decided it was best this way. I was going to say goodbye to him very soon anyway. Knowing this was the best for both of us, especially with the new baby coming, didn’t help the feeling of rejection. I wasn’t used to Sam being so cold. I didn’t think he had it in him, especially what I had just confided in him. Why the hell did I do that? Why did I let him see that side of me? Because Sam did that to me, because Sam made me want to turn myself inside out for him, because Sam made me think things could be different for the first time in my life. Still, this was the best for everyone around. It had to be this way.

I spent the rest of my evening alone on my balcony, regretting the decision to expose that part of my life to Sam. Deciding that I wasn’t going to wallow in it, I replaced the horrid upbringing thoughts with thoughts of my baby girl. Just thinking about the bundle of joy in my arms changed my,
feeling sorry for myself,
attitude. I used my phone and searched names, girl names that I could see being cute little Savannah’s. Call me crazy, but I only got to the A’s before I knew her name. Averie Hope. Searching the expensive baby sites, I had a thousand dollars’ worth of baby girl’s clothes in a matter of an hour.

I was totally lost in an alternate universe and loving it. This was exactly what I needed. Who would have thought? I had just placed pink little booties in my shopping cart form Babies and Tots, when my screen was replaced with Garrison’s face. I actually cringed.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m scared, Kendra. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Garrison, please don’t do this.”

“I don’t know how to be me without you. What do I do?”

“You do what you’ve always done. What is it that you think we have that is so special? I don’t understand what it is you’re worried about. You’re never home, and if you are you’re still not home.”

“I can change that. I’ll change. I promise, just tell me what it is you want from me. I will have sex with you more if that’s what you want. I can do it more than a couple times a month if you want.” I thought about what Garrison was saying, and then I thought about what I had with Sam, everything that I had never had with him. And…everything that I didn’t want with him. Garrison and I would never have what Sam and I had. I didn’t want us to.

“Garrison, I don’t want you to change for me. I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone like you, like Porsha or Penelope.”

“You’re like that.”

I snorted. “I have never been like them. I faked it for too many years. I don’t want to fake it anymore, Garrison. Can you give me that? Can you understand that?”

“I’m trying, I just don’t know what to do.”

“You keep on doing what you’re doing, Garrison Ashby. There is no doubt in my mind you will go far. You’ll go as far as you want to go because you’re that driven. You’ll find the right Mrs. Ashby, the one that loves the lifestyle you love, and the Mrs. Ashby that can give you a little Garrison.”

“You really believe that?”

“I do, Garrison. I’m sorry I could never be the wife you wanted.”

“So this is it? There’s no turning back?”

“It’s time, Garrison. You have to feel that.”

“I guess I do. What do you want?”

“I want my father’s money. I don’t think you’re entitled to any of that.”

“I don’t have it.”

My posture instantly straightened. “What do you mean?”

“It was shortly after your father passed. I don’t know really know, Kendra. Your mother has control of it.”

“What do you mean? How?”

“She had something drawn up. Your father’s money isn’t contingent on me anymore. It’s contingent on your mother. I’ll tell her to let it go, not to keep it from you for divorcing me, but your mom is pretty headstrong. I don’t know if it will do any good.”

“You let my mother talk you into signing something that had to do with my money without talking to me?”

“She said we shouldn’t upset you. I was afraid of you relapsing or something.”

“Relapsing? Relapsing from what?”

“Like your childhood stuff. I don’t know, both your parents have told me what a troubled child you were. I didn’t want you to do something crazy. I figured she knew you better than me. She knew what was best for you. I would never take your father’s money.”

“Oh god, Garrison. What did you do?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know, but we are still married. I’m not going to leave you with nothing. Do you want the beach house? You can have it. I’m not really the beach kind of guy.”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I need to think about it. Can we talk later?”

“Sure. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted, Kendra.”

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted, Garrison. Goodnight.”

I stood and paced the deck, back and forth. You have got to be kidding me. Who the fuck did she think she was? She had no right. I didn’t wait until I calmed down. I wanted to be good and pissed off.

“Kendra, dear, it’s late.”

“You have a hold on my money?”

“Excuse me?”

“Garrison told me. He said you connived your way in. You got him to sign over guardianship of my money. You have no right to it. None. I earned every goddamned penny of that money and then some.”

I swear if I could have reached through the phone, I would have strangled her. She snorted and then spoke in her highfaluting, stuck on herself tone. “You earned it? Did you earn it by doing all those years of school for nothing? You fell right into the cycle.”

“You told me to!” I reminded her.

“Only because I didn’t want you to be like me. I wanted you to have the family I never had.”

“Mom, are you serious right now? You had the family. You didn’t want me. You left me. You left me in the care of a monster. I tried to tell you. I begged you to take me. You wouldn’t.”

“Kendra, you can’t keep playing that card, over and over. You think I didn’t talk to your father and Adriana about what went on there? I knew. I knew all the things you did. I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t let people see my daughter acting like a child let out of a cage. I had a career to protect.”

“Who protected me? You know what? Never mind. I’m not even going to try. I’m tired of trying. You believe what you want and I’ll believe what I want. What do I have to do to take what is mine?”

“Why do you think you’re entitled to anything?”

“Why do you think you’re entitled to it? I want to see a copy of what I have to do to get what’s mine.”