"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants a woman, as the most dangerous plaything."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
JENNIE
"We had a plan Lisa," I said slowly as I made myself comfortable on her lap, reaching up to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead. Her shaking hand grabbed onto my wrist tightly and her nosed flared with rage, but that didn't stop me from simply using my other hand to cup her warm cheek. "According to our plan, Lisa, our son would spend the first eleven years of his life just learning how to become the next Ceann na Conairte at home. When he turned twelve, he would visit both our families as the future boss, at thirteen he would go to work with us...you're three years early, so what happened sweetheart?"
She inhaled deeply through her nose and her jaw tensed as she managed to say, "Poison...not...fair. Scared to fight me now?"
"Lisa!" I snapped, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She had no idea how badly I wanted to hurt her. "Not fair? You go around my back? You make our son see you as a fucking god and that makes me what? A burden? An embarrassment? And now you have the nerve to talk to me about being fair? The only reason I didn't take a bat to your head when you walked in was because—"
"Jennie. Enough."
Annoyed, I reached into the pocket of my robe, dropping the antidote next to her before getting up.
My hands were shaking as I opened the door to the balcony. I shivered as the wind blew through me. Gripping the rail, I breathed in slowly. Calm down Jen. Calm down.
"Ahh! Fuck!" I yelled angrily.
"Jen breathe—"
"Don't touch me," I snapped, feeling her behind me.
Sighing, she moved to stand to my right, leaning over on the railing. "What is going on with you Jen?"
"What?"
"What is going on?" she repeated herself, this time turning to face me.
"I'm sorry, did you miss the fact that you went behind my back and took my son to see one of the sons of the triad without my knowledge or consent?"
"I'm supposed to get your consent before I take my son out?"
"Don't do that! Don't make it sound like I am in the wrong! He's almost ten, Lisa, TEN. He needs to be stronger first! All of our shit will find him eventually. The world is going to try and tear him down. Every fucking moment I can I spend pushing him to be stronger while trying to keep him safe. My whole life I've spent proving that I am Jennie Kim. I've gone through hell as Jennie Manoban and now my son looks at me like I'm a housewife and you no longer thinks he should clue me in on our family business. Meanwhile, I'm running a damn state. What's wrong? You. You are not talking to me! You are hiding things!"
"For the love of fucking Christ, Jennie! You make it seem like I betrayed you. When did you become so emotional about shit like this? Did you ever stop to think about why I took him? He's young and he figured it out! HE came to me. He wanted to see and I looked into his eyes and saw that he was ready! It was not planned and I did not intend on going behind your back! I took him, he learned, he came home safe. How can I talk to you when you aren't listening?"
She was an idiot. When it came to everything else, she was a genius; when it came to me, she had no idea how to fucking approach. How long have we been married? All these years and still...
Brushing my hair over to the side, I simply crossed my arms.
"Ethan came to me and asked me if he could go out with you. I told him no. I told him you and I had a plan and he should be patient. Then he goes and asks you and you argue as if my words have no meaning." I laughed bitterly at that. "Oh, and let's not forget all the talking coming from our families. 'Jennie is no longer focused on the family but the rest of the world. Jennie's family is the one who almost destroyed our way of life. Jennie is now second. No need to speak to Jennie, go straight to the boss.' And because of that, the last few weeks you've been meeting privately with heads of Korean families, without so much as a word to me."
She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was somewhat shocked I knew.
"That"—I pointed to her eye—"that small twinge of shock in your eye, that is what pisses me off. I've never given a flying fuck what people have to say. Their words mean nothing to me. But the fact that you think you can keep secrets from me and I would not find out as if I'm some airhead blow up doll—"
"Never." She grabbed onto me, pinning me between the railing and her body. Her eyes focused on me...hurt, frustrated, and confused. "Yes, I've been keeping secrets. Yes, I've been meeting with Koreans. But never say I think less of you or that you've become anything less than my absolute partner in everything."
"So why didn't you tell me? I'm not a patient person and I've waited over and over for you to speak up."
She frowned. "Because I know their words mean nothing to you. You are a mother. You are the head of a state. You plan to be the head of a country. Why the fuck should you be concerned about—"
"They are my people, Lisa. My people. The choice of what I am concerned with and what I am not is up to me. You do not make those choices for me. I share control with you; I never left it all in your hands."
She shook her head at me, cupping the side of my face just like I had done to her earlier. "You want to take care of our family, our children, me, all of Chicago, and our people every day...I just want to take care of you. I know you hate it. I know you're going to fight me tooth and nail to the very end, but you cannot do it all Jen, and you don't have to because you have me. You always have me and I would sooner put a bullet in my brain than ever...ever...betray you. Do you know what the Koreans call me?"
I nodded. "The Mad Hatter."
She snickered. "Sometimes, but for the most part, I'm il cane del padrone."
I laughed. Damn it. I wanted to be serious but the look on her face as she said it was hilarious. "The master's dog?"
"We have three children. I've personally overseen charities here and in Italy for all of them and still I'm the dog. However, it does not bother me in the least...because you are the master of me. My mind, my body, my heart. Jen, you control all of it, all the time. I can sit with them a thousand times, but at the end of the day, they still see you as their queen, Bloody Jennie." She lifted my chin up to look her in the eye. "As for Ethan, you're right, I should have told you before, I apologize, but I cannot and will not apologize for changing our plan. He's much stronger than even I was at his age. We wanted to wait so he could enjoy just being a kid, but he doesn't see the world like a normal kid. He's got his mother's heart; what I can do?"
I glared; I felt like she wearing me down with her words and I still wanted to be pissed at her. She hadn't just mastered Italian, but the art of sweet-talking me too. Worst of all, she knew it, which made it all the more irritating. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? This is how I always look at you."
Fuck me.
"Give up! I give in! Happy? I'm not pissed anymore. Stop pouring butter all over me." I groaned, resting my head on her chest.
"Does my love for you embarrass you?" She laughed, wrapping me up in her arms.
"You...shut up," I muttered, kissing the center of her chest. "You're making me soft."
"Says the woman who poisoned me five minutes ago," she said as she undid my silk robe and pushed my nightgown off my shoulders. "The night is almost over and I still haven't kept my promise to you."
My lips parted slightly at the touch of her cold hand grasping my bare breast, her thumb brushing my nipple softly before pinching tightly, a shiver going up my spine. Her left hand grabbed my ass to bring me so close to her I touched her chest. I wasn't sure if it was her skin or mine that was on fire or if we both were burning...all I knew was that I wanted her.
Damn it. In the blink of an eye, all my anger and frustration were replaced with lust. She controlled me that much...and I wanted more.
She leaned in, her lips hovering over my ear, softly demanding, "Get on the bed Jennie."
Swallowing slowly, I backed away, moving around her and into our bedroom. Without a word I kneeled in the center of our bed, my heart racing with excitement. I couldn't help the small smirk on my lips as I felt the lust radiate off her body in waves. Her eyes looked almost black in the dim light of our room. Her face was only that stern when she was trying to think of either what she wanted to do to me or where she wanted to start. I took in each one of her abs until my eyes reached her pajama bottoms, which hung low off her hips.
She came toward me silently, pushed me onto my back, and grabbed my wrist while reaching for the restraints under the bed to tie me down...both of my wrists...spreading my legs.
I pulled on them once and it only got tighter. "There's my former boy scout."
Again she was quiet, turning me on more as she went into her closet...returning with one of her ties and a whip. From my closet, she got out my vibrator. I could still remember when she first found it...she nearly killed me. I hadn't needed it, but every woman should have at least one. Instead of getting rid of it, she now used it to torture me.
"Lisa..." Damn it. I was getting so excited I couldn't even speak normally anymore.
In a second she tied her tie around my eyes, once again whispering into my ear, "I had planned to make love to you tonight. Since the moment I saw you in that dress, I could think of nothing else but slowly peeling it off you and thrusting into your pussy, your breasts pushed up against my chest as I held on to you and you me, our moans like music, drowning out everything else. Slowly. Passionately. Aguishly." She kissed my cheek, my ear, and shoulder, making me wet for her. "I was going to make love to you....but then you went and poisoned me, sweetheart. Me? The one who thinks of no one but you...the one who aches only for you..."
"Lisa—"
"Save your breath, sweetheart. You're going to need it...because apparently you haven't learned yet: you fuck with me and I'll fuck right back."
I grinned at that. "Maybe I have learned and just enjoy being fucked with—Ahh."
I hissed when the tail of her whip connected with my breast.
"Then let's play." The whip glided across my bare skin, going farther down...and down...until she rubbed it against my pussy.
WHIP.
"Ah!" I cried, wanting to close my legs from the sheer pleasure going through me like electricity.
WHIP.
My chest rose and fell with each breath as I felt her whip on my thighs.
WHIP.
Each and every part of me was stimulated by her touch. I could have gotten off by her touching my feet.
I was torn between wanting more and wanting her inside me immediately.
"You are trembling, baby," she said right before two of her fingers slid into me alongside her tongue. My body reacted by thrusting forward, stretching my legs wide to feel her taste me.
She licked my clit over and over again as her hands sped up, and just when I was about to come...she stopped, pulling away.
"No!" I cried out.
Fuck. All of me froze when I heard the soft hum of my vibrator...
"Lisa..."
"Having fun?" I could feel the smugness on her lips as she pressed it on to my clit and started rubbing circles, pressing hard. All I could do was moan out like a bitch in heat. "Because I am."
Without any warning she slid into me, my body arching up off the bed. "Fuck."
Dear God, don't let her stop.
LISA
A thin layer of sweat coated her whole body. Her breathing was staggered as she gripped on to the ties around her wrist. Her pink lips parted and her toes curled as I whipped the top of her dripping wet pussy. The only sound was our breath and the vibrator currently set to low inside her. Her whole body trembled and with each moan of pleasure, pain, and frustration, my cock got harder and harder and twitched with the desire to have her.
No one would ever see her like this but me.
No one would ever know this Jennie but me.
The more I thought about it, the harder it was to focus.
"Please...ugh ...ahh..." She gasped out when I bit her nipple and let my tongue roll over it, enjoying the feeling of her under me. I slowly left kisses in the space between her breasts before taking the other one in my mouth.
"Lisa," she begged, and I ignored her. "Please."
"The toy isn't good enough for you?" I asked softly.
"It's been years, let's go!" She cried out, pulling against the restraints.
"I'm far too petty for that." I grinned. Reaching between her thighs, I grabbed onto it, slowly pulling it out of her and then slamming it back in. Her ass rose off the bed.
"Fuck. Fucking fuck!" She hissed out as I repeated the action over and over again. Not caring how wet my hand was, not caring how badly my cock throbbed, I wanted her to come for me like this. I was so focused on her, my senses clouded, I didn't realize she had managed to get out of her wrist restraints until her hands were ripping my face from her breast to her lips.
"Urgh..." I moaned as her tongue entered my mouth, rolling over mine and allowing me to taste her more.
"Fuck me," she demanded when we broke away. She was breathing just as heavily as I was. "Screw the vibrator, I want you in me."
Shit. "Jen..."
"We can play later. I need you now." She took my cock into her hand, gripping on tightly before gliding her hand down. "Look how hard you are baby. Fuck me."
I saw the desire and lust in her eyes that no doubt matched my own. Undoing the ties at her ankles, I pushed her up against the headboard. Spreading her legs, I pulled the wet vibrator from her and threw it to the side somewhere, then kneeled right in front of her. She stared back at me, excited, wild, passionate—everything I loved about her in one single glance.
"This is what a real fuck feels like." I kissed her, and it was dirty, wet, sexual, our tongues playfully bashing against each other. I thrust forward, hard, a wicked grin spreading across my lips at how her body responded by arching closer to me. There were no words that could express more than our moans. Each time I slammed myself into her pussy, I could feel myself losing all control. I wanted more. I wanted to fill every inch of her and then some. I wanted her to wake up in the morning and not be able to walk straight. As I'd fucking promised, the headboard hammered against the wall like it was cheering us on. With each thrust, her pussy tightened more and more around my cock. My ears rang with the sound of her pleasure and our skin smacking together as her legs wrapped around me.
"Oh...fuck yes!" She cried out as she reached back to grab on to the headboard with one hand, the other cupping her own breast, squeezing her nipples.
Flipping us both over, bringing her to all fours, I pulled out, much to her dismay, before burying myself into her ass.
"Jesus..." Ahh... I wanted to cum right then and there at how tight she was.
"Harder!" she demanded, gripping the sheets as I gripped her breast, my body hovering over hers, like a lion and a lioness. Sweat rolled off my chin and down her back, we were so close.
"Ahh...so...Lisa!" She cried out as she came.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I couldn't take any more. Kissing her jaw, I pounded in faster and faster, my whole body so hot. My vision blurred so much it seemed like I had died and somehow made it to heaven in her.
"Jesus...fucking...fuck...Jennie," I hissed, freezing as I came in her.
Releasing her hair, we both all but collapsed in the center of our bed, me still inside her, both of us just breathing.
"You're one hell of a screw, Lisa Manoban," she managed to say.
Grinning, I pulled out of her and laid on my back. "It's a gift a really."
God, I feel so much better.
"So fucking cocky," she muttered. Rolling over to me, she rested her head on my chest, our legs intertwined.
"Give me seven minutes and I can be a lot cockier."
She smacked my chest. "We have to be up in two hours."
I glanced down at the clock: it was already 5 AM. Sighing, I brushed her hair back gently. "How about we skip mass today?"
"Your mother will kill you."
"You'd protect me." I smiled and she huffed at that. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Now that I have three children, I'd never make the mistake of getting between a mother and her child."
"So I'm on my own?"
"You've always got Jesus...if you go to church, that is." She yawned.
Sitting up slowly, I cradled her in my arms and lifted her over to her side of the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
"Goodnight, wife."
"It's no longer night, so good morning, wife," she muttered as she drifted off.
"Must you fight me on everything?" I kissed her forehead, lying down beside her.
As I was falling asleep I heard her say, "Yes, because fighting is the best foreplay."
I could never win against her...but losing came with its own advantages.