Alphas by Matilda Martel

Author:Matilda Martel [Martel, Matilda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Matilda Martel
Published: 2019-03-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

He’s lucky I took Sullivan at all. He couldn’t hold me to promises I made under duress. Anyway, in the end, all I had to do was put anal sex on the menu and then ever so slightly withhold it if he didn’t agree to stop giving me a hard time about hyphenating my name. James really came out on top of the big negotiations that took place in the champagne glass hot tub. He gets to partake of my ass a few times a week, I stop calling him Jimmy and I add Sullivan to Lynch. This was a win-win-win for him.

Of course, he had no idea I was dying to try anal with him. I played up the “your cock is way too big” routine for at least a half hour before agreeing to try it out. Little did he know I’d been practicing with a big dildo I’d named Jimmy for a whole week before the wedding just to make sure I’d be able to handle it if he made the suggestion. I had a feeling he would be a pervert and for the last three months it has been delightful finding out how deep his depravity can go.

After we got back from the Poconos, we moved into a brownstone just off Prospect Park in Brooklyn close to the art school I was attending. It was gorgeous and trendy but a lot of house for just the two of us. I got the impression Daddy and James were hoping I’d be happy enough to want to settle down and start having babies in a couple of years, maybe sooner, but I had dreams. I was promised trips to Paris and no matter how well things were going, I was going to hold Daddy to his word. My big problem was James. Now that my semester was coming to a close, I wanted to make a quick trip before the holidays, and I had a feeling he was not going to be cooperative about it.

To get him in a good mood before I broke the news, I cooked him a nice Irish stew, my grandmother’s recipe, and some soda bread, my aunt’s recipe, and looked for something sexy to wear before he got home from work. A cold front had just blown in and the fireplace mixed with the smell of stew made the house so sweet and comfy –it had to get him in a good mood. By the time he rolled in at 6:30, it was dark, snow was starting to fall, and I greeted my cold, wet husband at the door dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of thong panties with a ladle in my hand.

“Holy shit, baby, what smells so good? Is that you?” He smiled and cupped my ass with his icy hands.

“James! Your hands are freezing!” I squealed and tried to peel his big mitts away, but he turned me around and lifted up the back of my, well really his shirt.

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