Page 17 of Southpaw Slots
“Ari, are you okay? Are you safe?” He’s out of breath, panicked, I can tell.
“Yeah, I’m fine! We made it back to the house now. Do you want to come over and have the party here?”
“Sorry, but I brought Livia home. It’s too dangerous for her to be there. Need to keep the baby and her safe, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. Ace treating you well?”
Trying to contain my sigh, I tell him, “Yep. Everything’s good. I’ll see you soon.”
I know that if I ask him to, Maxi will come right over and kill my new husband. But that would also murder any dream I have that things could be good.
Wandering around the house, I familiarize myself with everything. Some of the wedding food made it into the kitchen where the trays have been laid out like a buffet, but when I glance at it, I don’t find anything appetizing anymore. When approaching a wide hall past the conservatory and living room, loud voices echo off the marble floor. I pretend to be very interested in the fish tank near the back wall as I walk casually toward it, listening in.
“No, you know the rules.” The squirrelly man says.
Asa puffs out, “Fuck you, Kline. I earned that money by marrying her. I’m just asking for one thousand dollars. That’s nothing. S’not even enough to sit at a low table. Casino’s closed, right? So what would I have to spend it on?” Some of me finds myself irritated along with my new spouse. Is this man trying to control his finances?Ourfinances?
“Okay, then you don’t need it if you have nothing to spend it on.”
“Fine. I’ll take five hundred dollars. That’s it. Just some food money.”
There’s a pause in their conversation and I watch the betta fish dart in graceful undulations across thetank.
Asa busts in again with, “Three hundred. That’s my final offer.”
“None. That’s what you get. The kitchen is stocked with food. Go enjoy your new wife, Ace,” Kline answers. So Asa’s not allowed to have money. Hmm.
I hear some muttering before Asa exits the room and slams the door, the portraits on the walls jumping to attention. I remain perfectly still so he doesn’t see me and, fortunately, he doesn’t as he heads in the opposite direction. As I slither out, I get lost, then run smack into him at the bottom of the main staircase, seemingly contemplating his next direction. Spinning around, he glares at me with his brilliant blue eyes, and the utter perfection of him makes me hold my breath.
“There you are. I need my dick taken care of. Let’s go make a baby.”
A gasp passes my lips. Asa terrifies me. There’s no way I want him taking my virginity in his current state. I barely know him. We haven’t even danced together. “No. I-I want cake.”
“Fuck your cake. It’s been, like, eight days since I got head. I’ve been celibatefor you. Move your ass, sugar tits.”
As I back away from him, his eyes narrow at me like he’s a predator. My stomach tightens at the thought of him forcing himself on me. Holding up my palms, I wave him away. “No. I didn’t even get my wedding.”
Tossing his hands on his hips, fury radiates off him in waves. His neck practically disappears as his shoulders rise to meet his ears. “You got your fucking wedding,wife. Now it’s share time. I gotta get off or I’m gonna fucking explode.”
My mouth hangs open at his insinuation that I’m just some breeding cow for him to use. “Explode then! I’m having cake!” Brushing past him, I let my shoulder bump his, and hurry into the dining room. Before I can carve a slice, however, Asa follows me and shoves his body in between me and the table.
“You want cake that bad, huh? Here’s your fucking cake.” Unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, he pulls out his thick cock and strokes himself rapidly while I try to look away and not stare at him pumping it with a rough grip.
“No! No! What are you doing?” Horrified, I stand back with my hand shielding my vision. The gesture is obscene and oddly arousing. I’ve never watched a man pleasure himself like this before. Like he’s got a point to prove to the world, and he does it with the spear in his hand. Trying to avert my eyes, I stare at the light fixture, but am drawn to the powerful creature in front of me. My pulse races with fear and excitement.
“Show me your tits,” he grits out, spit flying from the corners of his taut lips.
I shake my head and edge away from him, but he inches closer with a few shuffles, his ire turning to rage as his face fillswith blood.
“Pull down your fucking dress and show me your tits.”
“No.” My back hits the corner wall and I’m trapped. If I try to sidestep, I’m afraid of what he’ll do. Will he actually hurt me?
With an exasperated sigh, he lets his head hang back and quickens the pace of his maddening masturbation, a slight growl erupting through his gritted teeth. “Fine. Here’s your perfect fucking wedding cake.” Gripping his length, he scoots his hips closer to the bottom two tiers and spurts rope after rope of cum all over the white icing, the cream from the end of his cock coating all the flowers the decorator spent a week on. Ones I changed my mind about three times until they were perfect. Even when I think he’s done, he lets out a tiny grunt and squeezes out a little more, then shoves his entire dick inside the sponge.
His hips thrust in and out of the dessert mockingly. “Now…eat your cake, empress.”
Closing my open jaw, I lift an upper lip in disgust. Absolutely gross. He just ruined everything about today, and the only thing I had left, he jizzed all over. “I can’t believe you justdid that!” I point to the cake in outrage, tears welling up in my eyes for the tenth time today.
“Eat up.” He grabs a handful of the cake and stalks toward me. Swiftly looking around, I move to escape and run down the hall. When I do, my platforms trip me up, slowing me until he snatches my waist with onestrong arm and shoves the tainted food into my face with the other, smooshing my nose.