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  The Mistress and the Mouse: Honeymoon Blues

  Copyright ã 2005 JJ Giles

  ISBN: 1-55410-032-1

  Cover art and design by Martine Jardin

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  Chapter One

  With the day’s storm past and only a gentle rain falling outside, Alex held Jerry in his arms, still stroking him. Jerry awoke with a start, not remembering where he was.

  “Easy, love.”

  Jerry drew in a deep breath and relaxed to the sound of it. It was unimaginable that Alex could be here with him now. Yet he melted against that smooth, heated flesh.

  “I think I’m supposed to see Morgan, aren’t I?”

  “Later. Sundown. I insist that you eat first.”

  How could Alex be so forgiving? How could any human being be that forgiving? Suddenly, it made Jerry uncomfortable and he inched away. “Alex, I don’t exactly know what’s happening yet,” he pleaded.

  “I know, Jerry. Everything you once had control of has been snatched from your grip. I understand that. But you can be comforted by the fact that you’re reconciled with Brian, Cherry is here with you now to help you through this. And so am I.”

  “Have you spoken to Brian yet?”

  “About being his father...no. I’m not sure I will, Jerry. I’ve had some time to think about this, too. The truth is, I don’t feel like his father. I’d much prefer to be his mother.”

  Almost as shocked by that as anything else he’d heard in the last few days, he backed further away. “Are you saying you can live with this?”

  “I’m saying that when Cherry explained that she thinks of me as her mother it affected me quite deeply. I’m very, very comfortable with that. Very flattered, very grateful, in fact, to be thought of by others the same way I think of myself. You can’t know what that means. So you be the daddy and I’ll be the mommy and everybody gets everything they want.”

  “Oh, Alex… But there’s one thing I’ve thought about all of my life now...and I don’t understand. What in hell were you doing with her...Cheryl, that she would have gotten pregnant with your son?”

  Haughtily, Alex sniffed and pressed back in the pillows. “Honey, she raped me. I know that sounds ridiculous and I’m certain the old man paid her to do it. She called me in France, said the old man was going down. I rushed home and met her in her hotel. I didn’t have reason to suspect her at that moment. Took the wine she offered. But she drugged me, tied me up and gagged me and then injected some shit into my penis to get it hard and raped me, Jerry. I’m rather ashamed to admit it, but it’s the truth. It was just another way for our father to drive another wedge between us. One that separated us for thirty-five years.”

  “Alex…” He was overcome with the thought.

  “But, you already have a lot on your mind and the very last thing I want to be is another problem or source of stress. Right now I’ll call the kitchen and have dinner sent up. Shower if you’d like or I’ll fix you a drink, we’ll eat and you can be better prepared to hear Morgan out. When we get the children settled then maybe...maybe you and I can talk it out.”

  “You’re saying you can forgive me?”

  “Jerry, what happened so many years ago is not your fault. Nobody should have to live like that, not even barnyard animals. I know you had to relive the worst day of your life this morning telling Brian about what happened to Morgan and her mother. You can’t know how sorry I am about that. It’s not something you’ll ever be able to get over and neither will I. But I sincerely believe we can live peaceable lives...soon. So please, go take a hot shower.”

  It was simply incredible that Alex could feel this way. Tenderly, Jerry reached out and took his brother’s hand. Passionately, he held it against his mouth. “I don’t deserve this.”

  Tears streamed down Alex’s face. “Jerry, it wasn’t your fault. We’ll get through it. But it wasn’t your fault.”

  Reluctantly Jerry slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. How could what happened that day thirty-seven years ago be anyone’s fault but his? He turned on the water and stood under the flowing heat in the dark. It was almost frightening to think he could be absolved for the love he once felt that brought such ruin upon the family... Could it be?

  Wearing only his familiar silk robe, Jerry moved through the bedroom toward the opened door leading to the porch. He smiled to see the small table draped in white linen, the small flower arrangement in the center, the single taper dancing on the breeze.

  “You work fast,” Jerry commented.

  Alex laughed a little. “My new boy is motivated to remain in my employ.”

  “So your new boy is working out well?” Roughly, he drove the corkscrew into the wine bottle.

  Alex released the cigarette smoke from his lungs. “I’m not sure how long I’ll need him, but perhaps he can remain the family’s pet. It seems he’s very familiar with Morgan, so I have to assume Brian knows him well, too.”

  “Maybe I’ll borrow him some evening soon.”

  Almost shocked, Alex peered up into Jerry's eyes, seeing the sincerity he’d forgotten Jerry was capable of. “Whatever you’d like, Jerry.” He wondered if Jerry had any real interest in males. Rather than insist on an answer, Alex’s vision traveled over the gorgeous expanse of gardens. “This is a lovely place.”

  “It most certainly is. Everything here is designed for romance.”

  “It’s enough to make you feel young again.”

  Chapter Two

  Morgan tiptoed out of her bedroom in the west wing on her lover’s arm and moved steadily around to the east wing. Before her Master’s door, she turned and kissed Brian tenderly on the jaw. “See you soon.”

  “Whenever. Just mention to him I’d like to talk to him.”

  Silently she nodded, happier than ever she’d been. With a little wave, they parted and he headed toward Alex’s door. She watched, spellbound, those distractingly tight jeans stretched taut over an incredibly hard ass. If only she had told him sooner…

  Rather than dwell on regret, she knocked quietly on the door.

  The response was immediate. “Come.”

  She turned the lever and opened it only enough to slip inside, close it ever so gently, and await the next command. Her Master sat in an overstuffed chair near the atrium door. Quite respectfully and properly she stood, her hands clutched behind her back, her head bowed.

  How scintillating, he thought. The softest shade of bronze captured on the very top of her head, a neck long and lovely. The robe of cream satin, its puffed sleeves fully and delicately ruffled, seemed to slide down her body to her bare feet in soft, shimmering folds. But the attitude, the grace with which she held herself awai
ting only his pleasure enchanted him. That submissiveness was what totally turned him on.

  “Here,” he said softly.

  So gracefully she moved, as if transported on clouds. With controlled exuberance, she descended between his open legs. Her nails, painted the richest shade of salmon, closed on her swollen nipples, holding her breasts high.

  Without restraint, he reached out and she laid them in his hands.

  “Much better,” he breathed. Offering salvation, he held to that dense flesh, reveling in the smoothness of the skin and the heat burning there. It was impossible to take his eyes away from the beauty of them, yet his sight trailed up her chest and neck to become lost in that simmering cheek. “Much, much better.” His thumbs squeezed the nipples into his hands. Obviously, she and Brian had come to an understanding. She was here...like this, ready to give him anything he wanted. “Your answer?”

  “Yes. Yes.” Almost giddy, shimmering in the dancing candlelight setting her entire countenance ablaze, she looked directly at him now.

  Quietly, he laughed. “Was that so hard?”

  Her tongue strolled over her lips. “To say yes, or to admit to…”

  He peered into her, feeling her happiness spill out of her like an over-ripe tomato bursts on the vine. “I’m sorry I had to get rough with you. You’re very stubborn.”

  “I can do rough, but I’m very grateful you did. Is it true, though? I don’t have to worry about anyone coming to haul me off?”

  He grasped her breasts a little tighter for definition. “It’s already done. I called the legal department a little while ago. The records are gone.”

  Easily, she released a heavy sigh. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

  “You already have. You’ve made my son the happiest man in the world. And you’ve made me the second happiest man.” He tugged on her to pull her forward into his lap and wrap his arms around her. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her face to his neck nuzzling like a soft baby fresh from the bath. “Oh, Morgan. Very, very happy.”

  She closed her teeth on his earlobe, reveling in this closeness. “And you can live with this, too?”

  “Absolutely. I can’t say I saw it coming. But I’m very content that it turned out this way.”

  “Jerry.” She nuzzled closer, her lashes tickling his cheek. Yet he swept her up, his lips forced to hers, and drove into her mouth. Such passion he’d never felt in a woman, someone who truly wanted him and here she was, naked in his arms and so terribly desirous. “I do love you. The truth is I could have never chosen between you.”

  He held her face in his hands smiling serenely. “I know. So I chose for you both. For all three of us. And you’ll pay attention to what I’m telling you from now on.”

  “Yes...absolutely.”

  “You know...now that I’ve had some time to catch my breath I understand what’s going on... I know this isn’t the way most people do things.”

  She nodded. “Kinda new for me.”

  “It’s easy for Brian to think there’s something wrong with him because it’s the way his mother and grandfather treated him all of his life. He was very frustrated that you wouldn’t marry him and he wanted me to fix that for him.”

  “You did.”

  “At the same time he thought you were going to punish me for beating his mother.”

  “Yes, he did.”

  “Foolish boy. By now you understand this isn’t such a strange arrangement for Brian.”

  “That his father should be shamelessly playing with his wife?”

  “Let’s leave the shameless part out, shall we? And you understand I’ve been Brian’s Master since he was seventeen.”

  She hesitated staring into him. “His Master, or his disciplinarian?”

  He knew she was asking if there was a sexual element to their relationship. “I took Brian to his first gathering of the Billionaire Boy’s Club when he was seventeen. Just a little get-together of all the Abernathy boys...men, boys, lovers and submissives.”

  “Brian enjoyed that?”

  “Absolutely. And I don’t want you to be concerned about the obvious pederasty involved. Brian was never forced to go.”

  So many things she wanted answers to, but how to ask? “And I shouldn’t be worried?”

  “No. I’ll care for Brian as my son and my submissive, and I’ll care for you as my submissive and my lover. You don’t have to feel responsible for what goes on anymore. You will submit to me as I demand it, and Brian will happily agree to it because he loves me.”

  With that, she let out a heavy sigh of relief. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

  Suddenly, his expression twisted. “I do. Over there.”

  She leapt from the floor and went straight to the bed to stand facing it and await his next command. Her heart began to thud as she heard the subtle sounds of cloth drop from his body, his breath quickening for attack.

  “Over,” he growled.

  She bent in half, forced her upper body to the mattress and spread her legs wide. Her arms folded tightly under her body as she heard the leather belt slide from his silk trousers. A deep breath prepared her and she held to it, reticent to let it escape except by his command.

  The sound was huge in the room, a deafening crack on her ass. But it was the lingering sting of his command that emptied her lungs finally. The next caught her thigh, again her ass, as the tension in him scaled the very summit of his lust.

  She forgot to count, didn’t care to count. Her ass was on fire, the inch and a half wide welts rising like the fresh morning sun. He struck hard and swiftly, his domination of her unquestionable.

  It wasn’t until he noticed the fluid dripping down her legs, the evidence of her desire that he backed away and peered through the twilight at the glowing cheeks, the glistening flesh of her inner thighs.

  He had only to reach out for it to feel whole again. So moist, so distracting, such heated, damp flesh. It belonged to him, now and forever, would always be his and he drove a single finger into that fount.

  Voraciously, his hand grasped the thick flesh of her mound and pushed her onto the bed. “I’m crazy about you, woman.” She turned, the better to be covered with his love and he struck again, her breasts, her mound, the softness of her abdomen, easy prey.

  He could resist it no longer. He threw his body over hers and forced her legs wide. He wrapped the belt around her neck and held to it with a single hand. The thirty-five year famine was over now, and now, nothing but the feast. He tore into her like the untamed lightning of spring.

  But she couldn’t control herself, the slave in her always begging for more. A certain violation of submission, her arms locked around his neck, her legs drew up high the better for him to have it all.

  But even that wasn’t enough for him. He reached behind her knees and rolled her even tighter. His eyes bored into hers, the connection like welded iron. “You’re mine.”

  “Yes.”

  “Mine.” He barely entered.

  “Yes.” She was unable to breathe, so had he folded her.

  In a single swift stroke he drilled into her. It was the way she gasped that stoked his fury. It was the heat inside, impossible to comprehend, the feel of it like a blast furnace to melt away the dross in his soul and leave the purified essence to cool into impenetrableness.

  Amazing man, she thought as she pulled his face to hers to nuzzle it, the better to feel the energy inside of him beginning to boil, to churn like the contents of a cauldron, a magic elixir to keep her entranced forever.

  And should she ever awake from this fabulous dream...

  No...no, never. But the thought was cut short to feel his essence collect into a single force, no longer dissipated through his body. She could almost smell the sulfur of the match touched to the wick of the cannon, masked only by the lovely scent of fresh sweat. The wick sizzled a moment before the sound of the explosion escaped her chest. It was only a moment before the armament invaded her, culled her very senses and the heat
of it melted her to him.

  Panting uncontrollably, he fell on her and released her legs. He shook a moment, the horrible tension of the day released so wholly that it left him quite limp. And comfortable.

  Quietly, she slid from beneath him and went to the bathroom. Quickly she returned, a steaming rag in her hand. She wrapped it around his recently shot penis and he moaned a little, the feel of that moist heat so utterly soothing. She left it lying there as she wriggled into the bed again, her back to his chest, leaving her breasts to his hands.

  Incredible woman, as he held to them dearly. Beautiful woman, as he pulled her close to let his aching lungs recover.

  But her interest in his relationship with Brian was something he hadn’t anticipated. Certainly she had diagnosed the symptoms of child abuse in Brian’s behavior and emotional state. Certainly, it left her wondering if he was the culprit. And knowing what she did about the Abernathys, she could easily assume that all the boys are used.

  But to let her delve into it...what would that do to Brian to have to relive it?

  No, he decided. Brian had worked his way through it and her curiosity wouldn’t wound him again.

  But he couldn’t be done with her, not yet and he clutched to her, his mouth to her neck, his breath in her ear. To think she would have him any way he wanted her...without the prelude of diamonds on delicate strings, diamonds captured in gold, or a paycheck at the end of the week, to be truly loved like this, soothed him entirely.

  So languid, like a cat awaking and stretching long, her limbs reached out to turn her body in his arms. He licked at the heavy flesh on her chest, felt it wobble at his insistence and then bit down on a nipple.

  * * * *

  Comfortably enclosed in the Oriental suite amidst sunshine yellow walls, black lacquered furniture and accents of Chinese red, Alex handed a list of last-minute details of things to be confirmed before the wedding to Brian. Intently, Alex watched for any signs of jealousy or trepidation that Brian’s soon-to-be bride was with his father at the moment.