16 comments/ 38525 views/ 80 favorites Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 01 By: DarkBlush This is the sequel series to my story The Monster Behind The Desk. It's my most read yet second popular series but all the while my lowest rated. Dylan Jones is my favorite character so I'm going to keep it going. All of these are going to be vignettes under 2000 words. So enjoy. ***** Prissy did her best to sneak down the stairs into the kitchen. She looked ravishing in vintage lingerie. The teddy silhouette suited her in ways I'd never imagined and the soft roundness from our growing child set it off perfectly. I stayed in the shadows to see if she'd fall into my trap, though I knew she would. She opened the refrigerator and carefully pulled out the box of cupcakes. They were red velvet with cream cheese icing, southern girl kryptonite. I watched as she gingerly opened the box and took one out. Each one had a pretty little flower atop made out of butter cream frosting. Her sweet tooth never stood a chance. As she bit into it, her look of bliss made me lick my lips. She was so cute; I could just eat her up. I was so engrossed in her enjoyment; I almost forgot to spring the trap. I slowly walked from the shadows just outside the dark kitchen. "Pristine Jones, you know I was saving those cupcakes." She jumped and nearly dropped the one in her hand. "I'm sorry... I had a craving." "Are you really going to blame such a naughty deed on the baby?" I circled around her like a shark before pressing against her from behind. I cupped her tummy and cooed. "Don't worry Junior, she didn't mean it." "I-" She flustered and I could already hear her breath quickening. "You just left them in there for days and they were so pretty and you got them from my favorite bakery!" "Oh, so now it's my fault that you can control your urges?" I let my hand drift to play with the lace of a leg opening. She was trembling already and though I didn't know if it was out of frustration or arousal, it excited me. "No... I mean... Dylan, it's not right to keep them in there if you're not going to eat them. I mean it's a wast- AH" A moan interrupted her little fuss. My thumb had snuck its way down and into the crotch of her silky teddy. It pressed right into her and I pumped it nice and slow. "Finish your cupcake, dear." She looked back at me; jaw dropped just a little and eyes dark with arousal. There was frosting on those beautiful full lips. "Dylan..." I used the rest of my hand to grip the fabric of the crotch, pulling it so it bunched between her pussy lips. Every pump and pull of my thumb dragged it back and forth across her clit. "Finish your cupcake." It wasn't a request and she knew it. Prissy gripped one hand to the counter and obediently ate another bite of the cupcake. She nearly choked when I dug my thumb into the ridged part of her walls. I made sure she was ok and she soldiered through like the good girl she was. When she finished, I cupped her chin and licked the frosting from her lips as I worked that sensitive spot mercilessly. She nearly fell as she came and I had to work quickly to catch her. I scooped her up and sat her down on the counter next to the box of cupcakes. "Prissy, you naughty girl, you've stolen one of my cupcakes and you've made my hand a mess. You deserve a proper punishment." I sucked her essence from my thumb before reaching for the kitchen shears in the knife block. "Don't you dare move, understand?" "Yes, husband." With a smirk I traced the cold metal down her outer thigh and up the inside. I kept the shears closed. Though blade play intrigued me, if there was so much a knick on that gorgeous mahogany skin I would be livid. I lifted the fabric up from her skin and snipped at the loosest part. The rest I tore, I'd bought multiples in the same color in case I felt the urge. I didn't take chances when it came to Pristine. I wanted sure bets and guaranteed results. Her sensitivity to pleasure, loyalty to family, and small town naivety had spoiled me. Her body still amazed me and the thought that I could indulge in her sweetness at leisure was a constant temper to my darker tendencies. I could honestly say she made me a better man. Of course this was achieved by her cumming on my tongue, fingers, and cock so not that much better but improved. With caution, I set the sheers out her arms reach in case she flailed. "You look a thousand times more delicious than cupcakes." I yanked her hips to the edge of the counter and lifted up her thighs, careful of her stomach. I buried my face into her soft core, lapping and sucking at her lips and nibbling the flesh. I didn't try to muffle any lewd sounds; I knew they'd only be more a tease to her and heighten the pleasure as I dominated her. Her sounds of pleasure didn't lie. I used my forearms to keep her thighs pinned upwards so I could use my hands to spread those juicy lips. An appreciative groan left my mouth at the sight of her wide open and I blew across the sensitive flesh as I admired it. I looked up at her to smirk before sucking her inner lips. She was still too sensitive for her own good. It was like catnip to me. I latched on, sucking harder and letting my tongue drag across her clit in slow passing licks. It was only when she was thrashing and bucking in her second orgasm that I stopped. I grinned and licked at the clenching, quivering hole and rubbed her hips before letting her legs descend. I kissed her growing belly and grinned at her. "Georgia Peach, are you alright?" Prissy flustered even more. I couldn't tell if she hated the name or not but it always won me a reaction. "Stop that." Her voice was breathless and I reached to trace a rising and falling nipple ever so lightly since they were sensitive. An in pain wife gave did me no favors. "I'm not going to stop anything. You're the one stealing cupcakes in the dead of night." She moaned and writhed. "You said you were working late." "Oh, so it's only bad that I caught you, not what you did?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "No. That's not what I meant." "Then what did you mean, Pristine?" "I meant..." "Yes?" I waited patiently for a good response. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm still being punished, aren't I?" "Naughty girls should be punished. You did a naughty thing, did you not?" I circled her clit with my thumb. "Yes husband." She shuddered and looked at me with those pretty brown eyes. I wondered if she could see how hungry she made me in my green ones. Yes, I was a monster but, secretly, little Prissy loved monsters and I was more than happy to be the one under her bed and in it. I scooped her up, leaving the tattered mess of what used to be her teddy on the counter. The thought passed my mind that I could toss it now before I leave it, forget it, and let it be found by the shocked maid or hastily invited in friend but I didn't care. My wife did, however, and reached back to grab it. I caught her by the wrist. "Did I say you could take that?" "Please don't leave it there, Dylan." Her eyes were big and her bottom lip quivered. I wanted her right then and there. Fuck it, I was taking her. I snatched out one of the wooden chairs from under the table. They were purchased without sides for this exact purpose. I gripped her to me with one hand as I undid my pants and freed myself with the other. She must have realized that a sound fucking was coming because she made the face I loved. Arousal and fear fought a war across her features and fear always ended up the bitch. I sat in the chair and hooked her legs on either side of me before entering her with a rough thrust. Prissy screamed and gripped the back of the chair. It was more out of shock than pain but that wasn't to say there was no pain there. I'd gotten ahead of myself. I tweaked her clit until she began to moan and kissed under her chin and across her jaw. "Ride me like a good girl, Prissy." I growled in her ear as I began a steady flick of her clit. She did as told, slow at first but picking up the pace as her body got used to hit. Her head dropped back and I smirked as she moaned my name. I rewarded her by unbuttoning the crisp white shirt I wore. She loved the sight of my muscled chest, especially if there was a smooth clean line to my cock. When she looked back, she let out a groan and chanced moving a hand from the back of the chair to touch my abs. I grinned and flexed them under her touch. She clenched on me in response and I groaned her name. She wasn't going to make it long like this, I knew. So when her eyes started fluttering, I scooped up her thighs and bounced her down about ¾'s of the way. She wailed and came hard, gripping my hair with the hand she'd felt me up with. I looked into her eyes as I continued to bounce her, never going lower. "Cum for me Prissy. One more time and you're redeemed. One more Prissy, come on." After some time, she finally gave me what I wanted with a shriek and collapsed against me. I let myself release inside her before pulling her off. I watched my seed leak out of her and onto my thigh slowly. She panted against my cheek, eyes shut tight. "It was a trap, wasn't it? The cupcake?" I laughed and kissed her forehead. "Of course Prissy, you know the only sweet I like is you." "I could have been eating them the whole time!" She whined hoarsely and made a little fussy struggle in my lap. I couldn't help but laugh more. Holding her carefully, I slid the chair closer to the counter. I reached into the box and pulled out another cupcake with a pretty pink flower on it and held it to her lips. She took a bite and I only stopped her to lick the frosting from her lips before feeding her more. Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 02 So, the comments from the last chapter made me want to explore Prissy's thought process in this. Again, under 2000 words which has actually made this a bit of a challenge. I have to be decisive on what I want to say. Anyway, I hope you like it. *************** I know there's something wrong with him. He shows you who he is, if you let him. I got to see it first hand, belly to an oak desk that probably cost more than I could have made in a year. With my legs and wrists bound, I met him raw and ready. I should be ashamed or angry but I love him. My grandmamma always said 'love is a stubborn blind ass that usually doesn't have enough sense to walk straight let alone pull your cart'. In all that country talk, I guess I could see my situation. This man ruled my body with a mixture of iron fist and velvet glove but just the thought of us together could ruin me completely. Was it lust? I prayed hard, night and day for guidance and even without the sex, I cared for him. Inside his arms while we slept is the safest place I've ever known. I could sit and watch him sleep if I could catch him. It was love and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to. We may have started off... differently, but I wasn't complaining. Every day with Dylan was a gift to the senses. A preacher's daughter from backwoods Georgia was living in the lap of luxury with a modern day Adonis. I curled up on the lounge as I watched him take another lap in the pool under our house. The low lights reflected off the pool water in a shimmering glow on the short belted caftan I wore. Its coral color worked well with my skin. He chose it, of course. His taste was impeccable to the point of annoyance. He made another lap and raised his head, looking in my directions. His goggles made it hard to read his eyes. I raised an eyebrow. I didn't think he had anything planned; his mother would be at the house soon. He lifted himself from the water effortlessly and I had to stare in awe of his amazing body. Dylan walked towards me and lifted the goggles to his cap. "How are you feeling, Georgia Peach?" My mouth fell open and I narrowed my eyes at him. It wasn't that I hated it but that pet name immediately took my mind to the worst places. I slid my legs out of the way so he could sit down. "I was doing just fine..." "Was?" He took my legs into his lap, his bulge rubbed against my calf through his wet Speedo. "I'm going to be ashy now." He laughed ran a finger up my ticklish arches and I tried to snatch my legs back. His arm trapped my legs as he continued to tickle. "Prissy? What's the matter?" "Oh my God, Dylan!" I laughed and writhed on the lounge, trying to free myself. "Mercy! Mercy!" He chuckled and released me. I watched him reach up and pull off the goggles then the cap. His hair fell down and stuck to his face. "Shower with me." I moved to sit up and nod. "Alright." He grabbed my hand and helped me up before guiding me to the shower next to the pool. I let him pull the dress over my head, the elastic belt giving over my breasts. My bra and panties were removed next and put on the colored glass sink. "Your body..." I resisted the urge to shield it from his inspection. Dylan didn't like when I hid from him. I considered our relationship a crash course in self esteem. His hand slipped into the small of my back as he pulled me into him. I couldn't resist playfully popping the band of his swimsuit. He grinned and kissed me. I moaned and nearly climbed him as his hand slipped down and gripped my rear. "I'm still trying to figure out if I need to rinse off the chlorine or eat you first. I don't need you upset with me over wet hair. It's annoying." He was amazingly honest and blunt. It seemed whenever he didn't have to hide who he was, he told the truth. I took it as a compliment. "You can wet my hair; just let me go to the salon tomorrow." My schedule had opened up ever since I left the job to be home full time. He hired one of the ladies from his mother's DA survivor's group in my stead. It was a win for everyone. He gritted his teeth and led us closer to the shower head, starting the water. "I'm taking the day off tomorrow to be with you and my mother. No can do." I squinted at him in frustration. Of course I was happy for him to be there with us but I hated negotiating with him sometimes. "Well, it's obvious I'm getting under the water now. Something needs to be done." He blinked at me then began to laugh. "You're right." He pulled me with him under the shower head and gripped my hips as he kissed me deep. I moaned and trembled in his hold. Shoving the tight coils out of my face, I stuck my tongue out at him before we kissed again. I shivered as he soaped up our bodies. He took his time to work on any place on my body where the chlorinated water may have touched. I could tell he'd made up his mind to do this long before he stopped swimming to look at me. He may have planned it this morning or even yesterday. I'd learned not to underestimate his long game. He rinsed us with roaming hands. My head fell back as his fingers brushed across my breasts. They weren't as bad but still so sensitive. As soon as we were soap free, he made his move. I gasped as my back met the cool tile of the wall. The whole room was covered in the marble tile, only the toilet and the bidet were closed off in another area. I shuddered as he licked my lips and began to nibble his way down in a straight path to my center. He kneeled and licked across the sensitive just outside my lips on each side and I writhed. A smirk played across his mouth and those wicked green eyes sparkled at me. "Reach your hands up and hold onto the shower arm." I looked up and then back at him before biting my lower lip. "I- I'm going to break it." "No you're not. I put it up myself. Grip. The. Shower arm." His face became so serious. "Yes husband." I reached up carefully to test it. It was warm but not hot. I gripped it carefully and looked down at him. He smiled approvingly. "Good girl." He lifted one of my legs and put it on his shoulder and then gently did the other one. My grip tightened and I whimpered his name as I felt his tongue spread me in a passing lick. Another and another lick came in a forceful rain of laps against my clit. I cried out, thighs trembling and gripping against his head. "Husband... CHRIST DYLAN!" He was merciless. I guess he knew we were running out of time until his mother arrived. He sucked hard, hands tight on my buns to keep me in place. I don't know why but my orgasms were always quick, rough, and powerful. He bit down and I screamed. My hands gripped so tight my knuckles popped. It was like slamming into a brick wall of pure energy. My hips shook in his hold as my legs gripped his head. I couldn't hold on anymore and my hands fell. Even though I knew I was sliding, I couldn't stop it. I closed my eyes and mentally braced myself for the fall. It never came. I opened my eyes to see my head was a few inches above the floor. His hands were no longer on my rear and instead gripping my arms, holding me up. My thighs still had their hold on his head. He eased me to the floor and unhooked my legs. "Naughty girl, you could have hurt us both." He crawled over me, the water still flowing and running down his body before streaming onto mine. "Are you ok?" I nodded and hugged his neck, and then the tears started. "I'm sorry!" He simply rested on his forearms and watched me. By this point, he seemed used to my mood swings. "Why?" "Because I'm crying, because I got scared and I didn't want to mess this up because you make me happy... " He shushed me with pecks between roaring laughs. "Stop. Stop." I stifled back sniffles and did my best to ease the flow of tears. "Good girl." He kissed me slowly and pulled back to resting just above me. "You're so beautiful." I let out a coughing laugh then smiled. "I love you." He put his forehead to mine. "I love you." He moved until he could whisper in my ear, his voice half hidden by the sound of the water hitting the tiles and our bodies. "And you know if I'm saying that now, I mean it. I'm not a very capricious man Pristine. If I love you now, I'll love you 40 years from now, I'll love you forever. You're mine forever little Prissy." I wrapped my arms around him and held tight. My face buried into his shoulder and the water from his skin ran down my cheeks. "Yes Dylan." He scooped me up, stopped the shower, and dried us with one of the beach towels we kept for guests. Grabbing my things, he strolled naked to our bedroom with me in his arms. We redressed and I did my best to pull my hair back into a neat bun. I was in a longer belted caftan in a soft mint green, the hem wafted across my bare feet. "Yeh ppeun" He chuckled as he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "What's that?" I raised an eyebrow as I put on a gold hoop. "It's Korean for pretty." He walked up to me as I put on the other. "So, you did learn the language?" I relaxed my neck as he leaned my head back to kiss me. He'd told me about his past, sometimes more than I needed or wanted to know. "Conversationally. Enough to get what I need done. It's easier for me to read than speak, strangely enough." His fingers stroked across my neck before sliding down so he could wrap his arm around me. "Will you teach it to Junior?" I let him guide me from the room and head downstairs. "Of course, it's his heritage." He sat me down on the sofa. "I'm making tea." Her driver arrived shortly after he set down the set on the coffee table. She never learned how to drive even after his father, who never let her, expired. Dylan opened the door for her. Ms. Jones walked into our home, her petite frame held high with new but cementing confidence. She reached for my hands and I gave them freely with a smile. Her small ones gripped my larger before she pulled me to her for a hug. She barely came to my breasts. Dylan told me that her only friend and confidant during her horrible marriage was her neighbor, a black woman. In his own words, she loved black women. His marriage to me was a bonus. She craned her neck to look up at her son. "Dylan, could you get us cakes?" There was an unspoken agreement that she wanted some time alone with me. He nodded and headed to the kitchen. She handed me a folded paper. "There's a chance... the child will be like him. The more you know the better for him and you. Read these." I unfolded the paper. It was a list of books on sociopathy. Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 03 So, I've decided to do back and forth narratives for this story only because I really enjoy both voices and they're so different. Another ***** I watched Prissy from the bathroom doorway as I brushed my teeth. She was intently reading on her kindle. I knew this because I was shirtless and she wasn't glancing in my direction at all. She was somewhat curled around the material, hiding it from me. I was sure she thought she was sparing my feelings but I knew what she was reading. Heading back into the bathroom, I spit and rinsed before heading back into the bedroom. She looked so delicious, her brow furrowed with focus and the vermillion nightie tickling above her knees. I wanted to have her but with my mother staying with us. I couldn't chance her being too loud. But still... I ran my hand down her back. She jumped, pulled out of her world of words but relaxed when she saw me. "Dylan, you scared me." It was probably bad that I expected her to be repulsed after learning what I was but there didn't seem to be a change at all. "Do you have questions?" "Questions?" She reached for me and I scooped her up, lying on the bed in her place and setting her to straddle me. I bent my knees and tucked a pillow behind her back for support. The heat of her body against mine was comforting. "About me being a sociopath." She stared at me and smiled softly. "You're so border line though. I've been talking to your mother. The way she raised you, it barely registers. And who knows, the gene may not show up in our kids." "We're playing Russian roulette. It's a new combo of genes each time." I pulled one of her hands to me to caress the palm with my lips. "I know that, that's why it's great to have your mother here. She can teach me everything I need to know." She was beaming. "This just isn't bothering you, is it?" "Why should it?" She pulled my hand to her stomach. "This is happening. You did this. We did this. I love you and I love him and we're making more of these." "Why Prissy, I do declare you are turning me on." I teased, mocking her accent. She swatted at my chest. "I'm serious." I studied her and caressed her wrist. She was the most fascinating woman to me. I wanted her in every way imaginable but I also felt so protective of her, even from myself. "Why are you still with me? You know what I am? How I am?" I didn't feel self pity, only curiousity. "Maybe I like it." She dipped her fingers into the definition of my abdomen. "Like it how?" "Aren't they all like that, fairytale princes? I think they're a bit more on the sociopathic side than you. You don't feel guilt but you have empathy, even if it's localized to the ones you love. You're romantic and you know what I like. What's my favorite color?" "Exactly what you're wearing, vermillion." "Why?" "Because you like the way the word sounds and it's a pretty red." "Favorite number and why?" "12, because it sits at the top of a clock like a king." I didn't understand where she was going with it. "You love me in a selfish and unselfish way. All in all, I think the way you are works wonderfully with us." I considered her stance. Treating her like that was second nature for me. If she left me, I'd be devastated. I considered it part of loving her. "Pristine. I probably don't deserve you but I'm never letting you go." I sat up and kissed her, hands at her sides and thumbs caressing across her expanding stomach. She moaned and held to me, even when our lips broke from each other. "That. That's exactly it. If it wasn't so genuine, I'd hate it but because it is... dang it I'm yours." I laughed and pulled her closer. My fingers slipped up to play with her hair under the scarf. I'd paid for a house call so I wouldn't have to see her go. "I wouldn't have it any other way." "I love you." She leaned against my hand. "I love you, too." I meant it. Prissy meant everything to me. She smiled and pressed against me for more kisses before pulling back. "Fries. Fries please?" I chuckled and stroked her shoulders. "From where?" "From the place on the corner, with cheese and garlic." She dismounted and walked quickly to the closet. I sighed and moved the pillow aside, following her. She put her nightie on a hook and I snuck a caress across her nipple. Her fist connected to my hip in a smooth move. I grunted and laughed, wrapping my arms just under her breasts and lifting them gently. "That wasn't nice." "They're still so sensitive." She whined. "It will go away soon." I kissed her temple and rocked with her. The truth was I wanted her, bad. The thought of her riding me, the silken hems of negligees and robes brushing across her shoulders made me nibble her ear. She shuddered against me and began to grind that glorious ass against my crotch. I slid one of my hands down and into her lace panties. My middle finger began to flick back and forth across her clit. A shuddered gasp left her lips and I covered her mouth with mine to muffle anymore sounds. I slipped my hand out to fully shut the closet door and pulled her deeper in the walk in. With a few tugs, her underwear hit the floor. She was saying something into my mouth and I had to pull back to understand. "What about your mother?" "We'll be quick and I'm going to eat those gorgeous screams even if it means I miss out eating you." I yanked down my pants and lined up with her center. She was already so wet, torturing my head with her liquid heat. "Beg for it." "Please husband. Fuck me. Fill me up." He hips pressed against me. Hearing those words come from the once chaste and innocent Pristine drove me crazy. I devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss as the head popped in. The arm under her breasts remained in its position as the hand of the other strummed her clit. I wanted her essence dripping down my legs by the time we finished. Her moans vibrated and tickle the inside of my mouth as I began to pump, making me chuckle. Her walls wrapped so tight around me. Every time I sank in, I was more hesitant to pull out. I twice had to remind myself of time restraint and not to slow stroke and stay buried in that heaven. Prissy's nails dug into my forearm and hip. She could really meet me stroke for stroke and her first orgasm came with a stream of whimpers and squeals down my throat. I almost let myself go in the beautiful dance of her clenching walls but I just needed one more from her. She was addictive. I had to tighten my arm under her breasts to keep her upright but then I had an idea, an awful idea. I had a wonderfully awful idea. There was a lovely velvet bench near her shoe rack about a foot from us. I guided her there, bending her over it. Her hands extended down, gripping the soft velvet cushion and leaving streaks up upturned fibers in the wake of her nails. It was too hard keep the kiss in this angle so I released my hold under her breasts and covered her mouth. The position had exactly the effect I wanted. Her chest was too sensitive to touch how I wanted but gravity pulled gently at the flesh, walking the line between pain and pleasure. I started off with slow, exploring strokes, watching her face in the full length mirror. I had to take a moment to just enjoy the audacity of the sight. Here I was, behind this perfection of womanhood, my hand silencing her as I pumped within her. I was tempted to shift so I could see my pale hand between her thighs, fingers strumming in those dark swollen lips. It was a safe bet that as long as I had this angle of vision, I wasn't going to last much longer. Therefore, neither should she. I picked up the pace but watched for any signs of pain. Her muffled moans and eyes rolling back told me I was good to go. I looked back and forth between the mirror and my own length, disappearing and reappearing from with her creamy core. "Prissy." I growled out as I worked her. "You need to cum on me, little wife." That did it for her and it was a good one. Her whole body tensed up and then began to shake and tremble. Her walls latched tight, as if they were trying to lock me in. I buried my groans in the back of her neck as I came. The feeling dragged out her climax. I had to ease us to the ground, kneeling next to the seat. Her cheek rested against the velvet as she panted. I kissed her shoulders and the side of her neck before untying her scarf and easing it off of her hair. I brushed my nose across the dark curls as I pressed my chest and abs against her soft back. "Still want fries?" She opened her mouth to answer, twice, but gave up and only nodded. I laughed. "Thought so." Scooping her up, I carried her into the bathroom to clean us up. I couldn't help playing in the aftermath while she writhed. "My poor little chocolate éclair." I tried to go for my phone for a picture but she whacked and fought at me until I backed off. I loved it. A sweatshirt and jeans were enough for me and I helped her slip on a flowing short pink dress. If I knew my mother, she was still up and it was in her belief that pregnant women should be in loose clothing. I kissed her sweetly as I gave Junior some soft pets. "Ready?" "Yes." Her voice had finally returned. I cupped her hip and helped support her as we made our way downstairs. My mother was sitting in front of the TV, watching infomercials and late night shows. When he was alive, my father instilled a strict curfew and now that he was dead she made up for lost time. "Mo Chin, we're going to get some food. Want something?" She looked up and smiled. "Cravings run?" I nodded. "Where are you going?" Her eyebrow raised, intrigued "The place on the corner, the 24 hour diner." I smiled. "Bring me pecan waffles with extra butter and syrup." "Sure will." I turned to see Prissy's eyes widened and looking up at me with pleading hope. I laughed. "We'll get you some too." I pecked her and she smiled as I guided her to the car. As I eased her in and buckled her seatbelt, I could sense something with her. Something floated just on the tip of her tongue. "Finally have another question?" I got in on my side and opened the garage before starting the car. Prissy smiled softly. "Do you hope he's like you?" I thought about it then shook my head. "No." I backed out and began to drive. "Why?" "In my experience, you and my mother are rare people. That and there are so many things that can go wrong. Don't misunderstand me; I have no problems with him I am. However, we are only one influence on Junior in this world and a myriad of things can fuck him up and turn him into a monster that's not like me." I reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I got a good cocktail. Maybe he won't." She nodded understandingly. Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 04 And I'm back. I hope you guys like this chapter. :) ***** I watched Dylan's mother peel an apple for me to eat. It had to be perfect and beautiful because according to Korean custom, pregnant women should eat beautiful and pure foods for a pure and healthy baby. She was getting to enjoy her heritage and I was learning a lot about her and my husband. "When Dylan was young, I had to keep sharp things from him. He stabbed his father in the leg once. That man had blackened my eye so I couldn't take him to the Asian Festival in town and Dylan took a paring knife and *boop!* right in the leg. I was so shocked. I say, 'Honey! Honey! It was an accident!' We had to go to the hospital and everything. And while we wait, that little boy turns to me and says, 'I missed.' I missed!" She laughed hard. It was a beautiful sound. "7 years old, 'I missed', my god..." I laughed with her. They both found this story funny now. I didn't blame them. They'd come out the victors and now they could laugh. He was six feet under. Her name was Chin-Sun but had become fond of 'Cindy' as an Americanized version of her name. She explained it as, "I feel like Cinderella: cook, clean, suffer. You know, all the bad things, but now I'm a princess. I do what I want." She gave me the perfectly white apple and I took a bite. "It's really good. Thank you, Eomeonim." "You're such a good and nice girl. You make us happy. Dylan dated dumb girls before but he wants a family now so he found a perfect little lady." She smiled and turned to season some pork for dinner. "Dumb girls?" My curiosity was peaked. I'd never thought of Dylan's life outside of work. He was out of my league in my head. Sure, I'd bought some gifts obviously meant for women but I never put much thought into it. She nodded. "Dumb girls don't notice. Makes sense right?" "It does." He was working today and I wondered about the girls before me. She scooped up the meat into a bag and sealed it. "That can season while we're out. Go get pretty; I'm going to call my driver so I can have lunch with Crystal and shop. You and Dylan have lunch together. You used to be his secretary so you know how to do things if something comes up right?" I nodded. "Yes mamn." Crystal was the woman that she'd had Dylan hire. She was a lovely older black woman who still seemed nervous in situations but had a kind soul. Heading upstairs, I carried my apple with me as I headed to dress up. I tried to think as Dylan would. He wouldn't be able to resist sexual advances in the first place we'd had sex so it needed to be easy access. Still, it had to be loose to please his mother and Korean tradition. I chose a teal trapeze style chiffon dress that stopped at my knees. I put on nude (my color of nude) thigh-highs and sparkling heels. I carefully did my makeup and hair. It made me a little doll-like and could smear but I couldn't resist the joy I'd get when I'd have to wipe Barbie pink lipstick off of his mouth. I did one last twirl in the mirror. I'd like to see him try and resist this. The coup de grace was the pastel lingerie I wore underneath. It consisted of a peach thong and half bra, safely hidden under the layers of chiffon. I couldn't understand it but I wanted to be like cake for him: sweet, soft, and moist. I headed down the stairs with a little bounce in my step. Cindy was already dressed and clapped her hands at my entrance. "That's exactly what I hoped for! Come on!" We headed outside where the driver was waiting. He opened the door for us and I let her go first then I slipped in beside her. She had the driver turn on the radio and began to sing the lyrics off key to 80's R&B. I found her so amazing. I sang along with her the whole way. The driver pulled into the parking garage under the building and helped us both out before driving off to park. We headed into the building and went straight for the elevators. Walking with her made me feel like we owned the place. I saw a lot of her in Dylan. When we left the elevator and entered the double doors of the office, Crystal was typing at my old desk and my husband was sitting at the bistro with his tablet in front of his face, likely reading. Their eyes lifted and it was as if the world stopped. Cindy moved in front of me. "Dylan..." He voice was sweet and playful and carried a bit of an accent from her homeland. "I've come all this way to see Crystal and take her shopping. You should give her the day off." His eyes were locked on me. He raised an eyebrow in my direction but I just shrugged. He nodded somewhat. "As you want Mo Chin." "And you should give her tomorrow off as well, paid. Make it a three day weekend. We should go to the spa." I wasn't sure if being told what to do was something that Dylan enjoyed. His jaw tightened and he adjusted in his seat. "Mo Chin..." "We can take Prissy with us today then," She turned and grabbed my wrist, heading back toward the door and the elevator. Crystal had already started packing up her stuff since her day was done. Dylan stood in a rush of Armani suit and shook his head. "Fine. Tomorrow, paid. A three day weekend is fine." "You're such a good son. I'm leaving Prissy here to have lunch with you. She shouldn't be on her feet all day anyway. Come on Crystal." Cindy smiled and waited for Crystal, they high fived when close enough. As she was leaving, she tapped my shoulder and said at a level only I could here. "This is a lesson. If the baby is like him, you have to be willing to play games to get what you want, even if it's for him. Have a nice lunch; I'll see you two at home." The two older women left humming El Debarge and I was left staring down a frustrated Dylan. He sighed and set down his tablet, walking up to me and stopping just short of running me over. We were nearly toe to toe and I had to look up into his eye or be stuck staring at his neck. "I was just used as a bargaining chip, wasn't I?" "Yes you were." His chest expanded the vest of the suit, making the buttons gleam as the light flowed over them in their movement. They distracted me for a moment before my eyes shifted back up to his. "You don't like losing do you?" "Never." His voice was like a blade but not high like steel. It was something dense and dark like carbon. "Well, this isn't a loss. It's an exchange. I think it's a fair one, maybe even in your favor." I reached back and unzipped the dress. Thankfully the zipper was long or else all of this sexy talk would've been for naught as I tried to pull all of this fabric over my head. Thankfully it pooled around my feet with a little shimmy here and there. "Don't I look like a prize to you?" He stepped back and let his eyes scan down my body. The green darkened with desire and I gasped and giggled as I was scooped off of my feet. "It was extremely in my favor. Are you my lunch, because I promise to eat you alive Pristine, every inch of this body." I laughed and held to him, watching as we left for his office with the pool of teal chiffon lying in our absence. He sat me down on that ridiculously expensive sofa. Thankfully it was a buttery leather so I didn't have to worry about hard to explain stains. He took a moment to sit back and stare at me, cocking his head to the side and licking his lips before shaking his head as his body shook with chuckles. "Prissy... Prissy... Prissy... you look so damn tasty." It was the best compliment from the most gorgeous man I'd ever known. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my thong and pulled it from me. The soft wet smack of the fabric leaving my soaked slit was met with a groan from my husband. I'd barely gotten them off of one foot before he eased me back and hooked his arms under my knees. He didn't waste any time, latching onto the lips and letting his tongue run in torturous licks in between them. I gasped and cried out, fingers sinking into his lush hair as he continued. He was focused and direct with every strike of his tongue and every movement of his mouth. I wailed as he bit my clit and tugged backwards, eyes locked with mine as I came on his face. "Dylan!" My husband was in the zone now. He wanted my cream right from the source and shoved his tongue into the quivering and trembling walls mercilessly. The tip dragged along the sides until my pleasure boiled over into another climax. As I howled, I knew that my grip on his hair was going to give him good headache. He pulled back only to pepper kisses over my slip. "My sweet Georgia Peach, who told you to be this yummy?" "Oh my goodness, hush Dylan!" I flustered with arousal and embarrassment. "Let me put my mouth to work then." He scooped me further forward and leaned my legs back, careful of our bundle. "Oh mah Lord!" I gasped and froze as his tongue made a slow tickle around my bud then lifted up and across it. The sound I made next was more a mix of a groan and a grunt as his tongue flicked and pressed lewdly at me. I released his hair to grip and smack at the leather sofa as I languished under his treatment. His tongue would bury itself and twist left to right before sliding out and tracing around clockwise then counterclockwise and then back in. Then he'd change it up and change it back. He kept me on my toes; there was no pattern I could really hold on to. My body convulsed as I came again, eyes rolling back and nails digging into the leather. And once again, he wasn't satisfied until my pleasure came in pairs. He wrapped an arm around and began ruthlessly fluttering my clit with pinches as he buried his tongue deep, shaking his head side to side. I climaxed with a loud, chest hurting sob as I rode the relentless waves of pleasure. He gave me gentle suckles and kisses along my thighs until my body calmed down. "Next you're going to ride me but we'll get food first. Anything you're craving?" I looked at him as if he was insane and just relaxed my head back to continue trying to catch my breath. He chuckled and rubbed our growing child. "Let's get you something traditional, huh?" I got to lounge naked until some Korean food was delivered. He fed me delicious lettuce wraps filled with pork and rice. I ate happily and sucked his fingers, making him groan and smile. "Now that it's cool enough..." He grinned wickedly. He took the soup and pulled a noodle free before laying it across my stomach. I shuddered at the warmth then squealed as he ate it off of me. "Dylan!" "What? You don't like kalguksu?" He didn't stop until the bowl was empty. Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 05 So, an in depth author feedback that I received in my email inspired me to do a three chapter arc on Prissy's past and upbringing. Not sure if this is one of the three or an intro to them. I hope you like it. ***** Emotionless threats aren't as scary as most would think. They're off-putting, sure, and effective but often don't get the point across to certain individuals. Gleeful threats, however, are always scary. I thought about this as I grinned at Ms. Crystal's ex husband, gripping his throat with one hand and holding the knife he had flashed her in the other. He had been waiting for her, beside her car, and had slashed her tires so she couldn't get away. If he had gotten too worked up in the shuffle of it all, he would have killed her in the heat of passion right there. Not on my watch. I and I alone always walked her to her car at my mother's behest and once again, she was right to ask me to. My fingers flexed around his throat as my lips constantly fluctuated between manic smile and sneer. I could see too much white in his visible eye, the other covered by wiry blonde curls that thinned with age. I'm sure he was handsome at one time but his hate and misery seemed to be rotting him from the inside out. "Oh ho ho... I heard you were a lawyer. Did your best to take everything from her and when she still hadn't come back... What was your plan?" I leaned into him, forehead to his. I'd learned that most of these men were homophobic as well. Invading his personal space was jarring for him. "Want to know my plan? Crystal, should I tell him?" I called back to her playfully. She was silent and I knew I was frightening her as well. I'd apologize later or something if I could remember to. There was no guilt to weigh upon me or remind me. "Well, Mr. Lawyer. I'm going to find the shittiest house with the leakiest dirtiest basement and I'm going to chain you to the floor. I'm going to open each one of those pretty fingers up like a goddamn blossom with your lovely knife, toes too. Then, every day I'm going to come back and make another incision. Sure, infection would take forever but rats should get to your first, right? It's going to be fun! We'll name the ones who come to nibble you together. Won't that be a blast?" I slammed his head against the wall of the parking garage to an audible gasp from Crystal. "Won't it, Mr. Lawyer? Tell me it's a blast!" "I-It's a blast." His eyes were darting over me too fast. He'd seen it. He knew now. I leaned to whisper giddily into his ear. "Come here again, come near her again, and I will make an incision in your lower abdomen and start pulling out your small intestines. Did you know I took medieval torture in college? I had the highest grade in the class. Should I be your tutor Mr. Lawyer?" He shook his head and began to cry, tears streaming down a ruined face. I pulled back to watch him, fighting the urge to hurt him like I wanted to. He blubbered and kept shaking his head. I grabbed his right hand and held it to the wall, releasing his neck to quickly stab through it with the knife. The tip broke against the wall. He screamed and I gripped his face with both hands. I yelled to him, nose to nose but never screamed. "MY THREATS ARE REAL. MY PAIN IS REAL. NEVER QUESTION THAT! UNDERSTOOD?" "YES!" He nodded very quickly and I let him go, watching him slide down the wall. Suddenly it was all gone. All the manic joy and crazed excitement off like a light switch. I squatted beside him with a soft smirk. "You were very lucky tonight Mr. Lawyer. You were mugged but you survived and fought them off. Anything else you say that may or may not have happened doesn't exist. There will be no video recordings, no eyewitnesses. Only your hand, versus lawyers that went to schools and worked at firms that make you and yours no higher than a shitfly, understand?" I had to chuckle at the last part. I'd been seduced by my southern wife's turns of phrase. "I get it." He stood up all on his own, as no one was going to help him, went to his car and left. I hung my head and sighed. I didn't want to have to deal with her but I had to get her home. As I turned I was met with a sobbing hug around the waist instead of fearful cowering. I hugged Ms. Crystal and stroked her back until she pulled it together. "Thank you Dylan. Thank you so much." She wiped her eyes. "It's no problem. I'll fix your car up as well but I think you should stay with us for a few days at least." She nodded and I drove her home to pack as I called to tell my mother what had happened. I listened to her quiet and mull it over. "You are a good son. You and Prissy are leaving tomorrow anyway, right?" "Yes Mo Chin." "Send us on a cruise or to a spa or something. He won't come back but you know how it is to constantly look over your shoulder. Put some distance in, yeah?" "How about a two for one? I'll find something like a holistic cruise with massages and yoga and drop you two off before our flight tomorrow." "Such a good son, that sounds wonderful. Ok, see you home." "See you home." The phone clicked and I hopped out of the car to help Ms. Crystal with her bags and open her door for her when she exited her house. "Do you have everything you need?" "Yes. I think so. I can never thank you enough." Her eyes still looked too watery for my taste. Maybe I should've killed her husband outright. "You thank me enough already." I waited until she was buckled in and closed her door before returning to my side and the driver's seat. "I am glad that you're safe." We rode the rest of the way in comfortable silence. Crystal was someone who didn't fill the quiet with nervous chatter. It was one of the many things that made us work well together. I pulled in through the security gates and parked in the garage. My mother was waiting at the door, rushing to hug Crystal. "I am so glad you are safe." "Oh Cindy I was so scared!" She fell against my mother in a heap of emotion. I walked around them to put her luggage in my mother's room. There was a dull sort of empathy for her in my heart but my mother was handling it so I saw it as a non-issue. As soon as the bags were down, I felt a trembling hand touch my arm. I sighed and reached around to grab Prissy. "No waterworks Pristine." "Too... late..." She sniffled and whined. Her beautiful brown eyes were red with sadness and worry. "Oh wife..." I cupped her face and peppered kisses across her swollen lids. "I'm fine. We're fine. Everything is ok." I stroked her stomach, feeling our child's movements underneath. Her sniffles eased and I smiled at her in thanks before scooping her up against me. She buried her face in my neck. "When I heard I just got so worried..." "The baby heightens your situational awareness and anxiety." I carried her from the room and upstairs to our bedroom. I'd leave my mother to comfort Crystal in peace so that I could attend to Pristine. "Yeah, that's it." She mumbled into my shoulder. I sighed and set her on the bed. "Or this coupled with the fact that we're heading to Georgia tomorrow." She looked down in her lap but plastered on a smile. "It'll be fine Dylan. It'll be just fine." "I don't pretend for you, don't pretend for me." I lifted her caftan to kiss across her thighs. "We don't have to go, just say the words." She shuddered and sighed. "We have to go. We're in a hole right now and we have to keep digging our way out of it until we're on even ground with them." "The only thing I have to dig is my tongue into your walls Georgia Peach." I kissed and nibbled at her labia through the lacy fabric of her underwear, making her writhe. She gasped and groaned. "Dylan, be serious." I was serious. In short, her parents hated me. I couldn't say that I'd knocked their daughter up to marry her so we had to fabricate a secret affair she couldn't share with them until the time was right. On top of that, I wasn't exactly the Morehouse graduate they'd hoped to show off to their congregation. And last but not least, I was Catholic. I was a wonderful culmination of their worst nightmare: a half white, half Asian, Catholic, lying, city boy. I think if I wasn't wealthy they'd have come and tried to steal Prissy from my bed in the night. Pulling the caftan hem down so I could see her face again, I studied her and sighed. "Pristine, I understand your sense of duty even if it isn't reciprocal." "That's all I ask." She let out a sigh that was a mixture of relief and defeat. "Good. Now let me distract you a little." I dove back under and pulled the crotch of her panties aside with a thumb and gave her beautiful slit a nice long lick. I'd missed her sweetness all day and after the evening's events, a little feast of the one I loved was the perfect way to relax. I flicked my tongue from dripping entrance, up and over her hard clit. Prissy was the only woman that made me want to have two mouths get more of her fantastic taste. I latched onto that fat nub and drug the tip of my tongue back and forth across it as I tugged at it with slow sucks. My wife twisting and shuddering under my hungry mouth was like chamomile tea for my senses. I eased my hands under her perfect rear and gripped, lifting her hips for more access her delicious core. I pulled back until the flesh popped from my lips before diving my tongue into her, dragging the tip against those sensitive walls. Little Pristine didn't deny me, muffling her cries as she came. I groaned, lapping at the sensitive flesh and snuggling my face against her beautiful trembling body until I was promptly hit in the forehead. Looking up, I saw our son readjusting inside her. Apparently I'd disturbed him. I laughed, hard, easing my way from under her dress while still in the midst of cackles. "That is a weird duel of sensations." She panted out and snuggled into my side. Prissy smiled and licked my sticky cheek, tasting herself. "I'm sure." I was down to little bursts of chuckles as I rubbed our fussy child to calm him. At 26 weeks, this was probably the last big trip she'd have before giving birth. I gave her a few pecks before scooping her up to get us both ready for bed. The next morning I sent my mother and Crystal off on a plane headed for their cruise and hopped on a first class flight to Georgia with Prissy. She was a bundle of nerves the whole way, gripping my hand as the world passed beneath us outside of her window. I had to remind her twice to eat when our meal came. Seeing her like this frustrated me beyond words. When we arrived I had to choose our rental car with care. It couldn't be two flashy but also had to remind everyone how much money I made. Seeing these people was like walking a tight rope. "Are you going to make it?" I asked. Prissy just shrugged. Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 06 I expected this to be up sooner but I ran out of time and went into a building/cleaning spree. My apologies. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ***** I sat uncomfortably in the black Mercedes sedan that Dylan rented. He was stiff and it was making me stiff. The car wasn't him. He was more creative in his car choices and this felt more like a hearse. We would've had a better ride in a Honda. Reaching out, I took his hand and placed it squarely on my stomach. I felt the tension ease out of him. There was something about feeling what he'd done to me that made him contented. His hand worked in small circles, the fabric of the dress wrinkling a little from his work. It was a cute dress. Cindy bought it for me. It was nautical with white and blue stripes, loose of course, and had a bow behind the neck in a halter top. It was casual and sweet. A silk magnolia blossom graced my curls. I put my hand over his. "Dylan..." "Don't worry. I'm on my best behavior." His hand didn't stop and I relaxed my arm so our hands could move as one. I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted to hear just now. The first time he met my parents, they were on their best behavior but we were heading into their territory. I reminded myself how different things were now. Here I was, a married woman, child on the way. I could be objective when it came to my parents. The giant oak and magnolia trees told me I was home. They littered our yard and were one of my mother's many pride and joys as well as her rose bushes. I saw her and my father standing on the front steps of the blue two-story. She was in her Sunday finest, a beautiful gold suit that neatly fit her. The hat was large and eye catching, old school first lady. My father was in a nice suit, red suspenders just peeking out from under his dark blazer. They were what he called "necessary vanity". I'm sure he thought of himself as Atticus Finch or something or maybe he'd just made us watch that movie too much. Either way they stood waiting on us in full southern regalia and high and mighty smugness. Dread chilled me down to my bones. "We can turn around right now." His voice was solid and serious. "Of course not Dylan, come on and let's do this." I gripped his hand and put on a big smile as he parked. He parked but leaned in to look as if he was kissing my cheek. "I dislike this." "I know; I'm sorry." I whispered quietly through my bared teeth. He kissed the back of my hand and exited the car before coming over to my side. After opening my door, he leaned across to unbuckle my seatbelt, letting his cologne waft over me. He wore my favorite scent and I just took a second to wrap my arms around him in a hug. Dylan lifted with me, taking the advantage of the hold to ease me out of the car. When I pulled back, I saw that charming mask hiding my favorite monster. Once again I had to look at the man who hired me and not the one I married. We walked up the front steps in our false joy. "Hi Mama, Hi Daddy." "Why Pristine, you look about to pop!" My mother reached for me, snatching me from Dylan and hugging me tight. "Oh but you could have dressed up just a bit." And so it began. I heard my father briskly shake Dylan's hand with just the acknowledgement of his name. It was already starting so awfully. I pried myself from my mother's hold and hugged my father. He gripped me for a few moments before patting my back to state that the hug had ended. It was his patented church hug, the same one I grew up with. In fact, I wasn't sure I'd ever received a "real" hug from my father. "I put on tea; I thought it would be nice to have a chat in the sunroom while you rest your legs. You're a little late, so it's a little cool, how long did you say you all are staying?" My mother pulled my arm, easing me through the door. My father followed and Dylan took up the rear. "Three days." I stole a glance back at my husband. The mask was still in place except for his eyes. He was not a fan of being this far from me. "Oh that's good! You could've come a little closer to the weekend though. It would have been nice to see you at a service, although... you might not remember it much since you've started attending... Oh heavenly father, what do they call them? Dylan, what's the name of those meetings your people have in those cathedrals." "We call them masses, Mrs. Evans." He answered with hollow warmth that made me cringe. Church folk, especially head ministers and first ladies could act up and my mother was showing her ass in front of my husband. I wanted to curl up and dye right at that moment. We made our way into the sun room. There was tea and cookies and cakes. My mother idolized English high tea and loved to show off the sets she collected. I took the opportunity of her releasing my arm to slide back to Dylan's side so we could sit together on the loveseat on one side. My parents mirrored us on the opposite side: my mother in quiet judgment and my father in absent disapproval. I nervously reached for a macaroon but my fingers froze as I heard my mother clear her throat. "Pristine... you've been doing so well. I don't want to overstep my place but you should only gain around 15 or so pounds during pregnancy. Maybe you've been over indulging a bit." My hand eased back into my lap and my mother nodded approvingly. Dylan felt like a stone next to me and I prayed over and over for him to bite his tongue. Without emotion or hesitation, he leaned in to pick up my tea cup and saucer and held it out for me. He took his cup and had a sip but graciously said nothing. I thanked every saint, angel, and name of my lord I could for it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, happy to be away from the tenseness for a few moments. There was a knock on the door as I was washing my hands and I opened it to find my mother with a soft smile. "I'm sorry Prissy, I'm just trying to look out for you." "I know that, Mommy." I gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, I know it's not my place but have you really questioned him about his intentions? You barely know him. Does he need a green card? Is he into nasty things? Your Aunt Donna was telling me about this thing called squashing and I-" My jaw dropped and I stared at her. "Mother, are you serious?" "Now don't take a tone with me, young lady, I'm trying to protect you. These bad men get these nice, naïve girls out here. They build them up, tell them they're this and that and take advantage of them. What if he's a trickster? It's like you married the first man who called you pretty." I should have been used to my mother's "protective" ways but all I could do was stare at her. I didn't know which hurt worse, the fact that she considered me so naïve or the fact that she thought no man would consider me pretty without wanting something. The squashing accusation was a whole other animal. I walked past her back to my husband and father and she followed quietly. The tea lasted a few hours and my mother did her best to pry her fingers into every facet of our life. I dodged most of her invasive questions with ease but some took a little bit more work. By the time the sun was starting to set, I was exhausted. My father's drawl was a welcome reprieve. "Well, it's getting late and you all must be tired. Since you decided to stay in a hotel, I guess now would be the time for you to turn in." "I'd agree." It was the most my husband had said all afternoon. He helped me up, shook hands, and waited as I gave goodbye hugs before we left back out the front door. Dylan opened my car door, easing me in and buckling me tight. He kissed my temple and shut the door before going to the driver's side. He slipped in without a word and started the car. I waved to my parents as we pulled away, not relaxing until we were out of their sight. I broke down on the way to the hotel. Even after all this time, I was still that fat little girl who could be torn to shreds by words. I thought I'd grown but here I was, crying again. As soon as Dylan parked the car, he was out the door and to my side. He scooped me up and into his chest. I trembled through sobs as he peppered my forehead with kisses. He didn't stop, ignoring the stares as he checked us in and took the elevator to our suite. The bellhop quietly just followed us with our bags, not asking questions as I buried my face further into Dylan's neck and continued to cry. It was a very nice and expensive hotel and I'm sure they'd seen crazier things. He took his $100 tip and left our suitcases neatly in the bedroom as Dylan sat on the bed with me until I finished crying. He stroked my cheek as I pulled back, face a mess after all those tears. I sniffled. "She asked if we were into squashing." I watched his eyes narrow. "You're too skinny and I honestly don't find the appeal. You two are so similar in size..." "Not to her, to her I'm a whale. She always wanted a 'pretty' daughter. I've only been smart." He laughed and I wasn't sure if it was insulting or not. "Silly girl," He stole a deep kiss eliciting a moan from me. "You're my beauty, all that I've ever wanted, the only place where I will plant my seed. You're my perfection in flesh." I giggled and flustered. "Dylan... stop it." "Make me." He kissed me again as pulled the bow on my neck until it fell, the top of the dress with it. All he had to do was lift me a little to remove it completely. My strapless bra and lacey briefs were next. He tossed the clothing far away as if they'd offended him by keeping my nudity at bay. I squealed out as he gave an almost primal lick between my breasts. "I need it to be completely understood that you are all mine, a flawless diamond in my crown. Got it?" There was no filter and he looked up at me with glowing green eyes. His voice had a "tough guy" accent, it was the first time I ever heard the Boston of his childhood in him. I nearly came in his arms. "I've got it baby." I answered back in my southern twang as I eagerly crushed against him for a kiss. He pulled me over him and ravished me against the sheets until my body gave completely, leaking our love. I woke up, hours later, still dazed, my body a vibrating mass of dull pleasure. Dylan's arm was wrapped possessively around me and on the bedside table was a pyramid of macaroons in a rainbow of colors. He stirred at my movements and kissed my ear before growling out huskily. "Alright little Georgia Peach, I played the game your way, but now it's my rules."