Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Someone should’ve taken a switch to your ass a long time ago, since you father has neglected that duty, I have no problem carrying it out.
Now I know you were raised with a modicum of decorum, so I would suggest you quit acting like a guttersnipe at every turn. The women in my family will laugh you to scorn if they should see you acting in such a way.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that my brothers’ wives make you look like a pauper. They each came from very refined families up north, and have impeccable manners. Imagine their horror and dismay if I should introduce a harridan in the midst. It would shame my family that’s for sure.”
It was true that my brothers were married to very wealthy heiresses, but there was no way either of them could hold a candle to my Emily.
But I’m no fool, I wasn’t born yesterday, the worst thing you could do is compare a southern belle to a Yankee, nothing gets their backs up faster.
I could see her chewing over that one, and was not against using any tool I had.
“I never heard that, who’re they married to?”
I rattled off two family names that she would’ve had to be living under a rock for the last ten years if she hadn’t heard of them.
Her eyes widened and she bit into her lip. For a second there she looked unsure of herself and I didn’t want that, never that.
“Not to worry love, their not nearly half as perfect as you are. And when it comes to loving I think I got the best deal out the bunch.”
“Oh Jet, that’s horrible.” Jet huh? No Jethro, and she was now leaning into my chest.
“Do they live on the plantation too?”
“Why yes of course. The place is as big as the county, there’s more than enough room for everyone.”
“But how do they like living there, don’t they miss…well, everything?”
Where the hell did she think I lived, in a cave somewhere?
“Well we have running water, the toilets flush, and we only had to put aluminum on one of the TV antennas.”
She caught on that I was teasing her and smacked my chest. Then she didn’t say anything for the longest while, just gazed off into the distance.
“Jet?”
“Yes baby?”
“Oh nothing.” She sighed long and hard before laying her head against my chest. I smelled the sweet lavender scent of her shampoo as I kissed her hair.
We sat in silence, my arms wrapped around her until my body reacted to her nearness. She didn’t even complain when I turned her around and shifted our robes so that I could sit her on my cock.
It was the slowest, sweetest ride; no words, just soft sighs and murmurs, as I lifted her on and off my length, being sure not to go too deep as she felt a bit swollen to me.
After cumming inside her again, I lifted her and took her to clean up, before it was time to call it a night.
I pulled her once more stiff body into my arms and forced her head down on my shoulder.
“Now Ms. Emily, you want to tell me why you’re being such a brat about all this?”
She went ramrod straight and tried to sit up. “Uh-uh-uh-uh, you stay right where I put you young lady.”
“I’m being a brat because I refuse to be forced into marriage with someone I don’t even like?”
“I would’ve believed that excuse up until ten minutes ago, now I know you’re full of shit. Your body can’t lie sweetheart, I know what I heard and felt when I was inside of you.”
“You’re a pig for throwing that in my face Jet Durant, just because I couldn’t control myself, that doesn’t mean anything.” Now she sounded close to tears.
“I think you’re just mad because you can’t always have your way. I think deep down inside you know this is going to happen, but you’re holding out until you can get some of your own back.
Fair enough, I can respect that, but we’re doing this whether you like it one-way or the other.
Now I’d much rather not have my bride brought kicking and screaming down the aisle, but if you persist in this nonsense, it’s going be either that, or a civil ceremony down at the courthouse.”
“Are you mad? No Dubois worth their salt would ever do such a thing. We’re getting married in the old parish church, with the reception at the club, with no less than three hundred guests or there’ll be hell to pay.” I let her lift her head this time so she could spit fire at me.
“We are are we?”
“No, I meant…”
“Too late, you’ve already said it.
Chapter 15
In the morning, she was back to being a pain in my ass. She found fault with everything. She wanted out of the room, she didn’t like the breakfast that had been left for us, and on and on it went.