Page 28 of Filthy Commitments
Our breaths echoed in the shower, making me even more aroused by the sounds of us together in that state of erotica. My body couldn’t take anymore, I couldn’t hold back, even though I really wanted it to last longer. I cried out as I came. He made only a few more hard thrusts before he lost his load too. The sound he made was like a werewolf who’d been shot by a silver bullet, it was beastly. I was shaking. Tears ran down my cheeks. Not from fear or that I was hurting. I had no clue why it was happening.
He let me go and pulled back, finding me in that odd state. “I’m okay Jett. I am.”
His lips curled into a sinister grin. “I know you are. The tears are from the intensity. Fucking is intense. Making love is a softer version that doesn’t usually evoke such emotions. You did well. Better than expected, since I came at you without giving you any idea about what I was going to do.”
“Thank you for being who you really are with me, Jett.” I ran my hands through his hair. “Can I wash your hair for you?”
He nodded as he gazed at me. “I don’t deserve you, Asia. You’re perfect. How the hell did you turn out so damn perfect?”
“I’m far from perfect.” I filled my hand with a spicy smelling shampoo then massaged it into his thick dark hair.
He put his finger to my lips. “I am the Dom; I tell you what you are and what you aren’t. You are my perfect little Asia, and you always will be.”
A shudder ran through me. Did he mean the end of the contract wouldn’t end us? Should I dare to ask?
Things were going so well, I decided not to say anything more, “I am yours. For as long as you want me.”
His lips grazed mine. “Good girl.”
My heart pounded with desire once more. Would we ever get out of that bedroom and down to deal with the people he brought me to lie to?
Jett
Feeling fresh, Asia and I headed down to face the family. We had the story on her family straight. They were headed to see her sister, because the baby was about due. We’d have them all over for dinner once they got back, which would be in a few weeks. A thing that would never transpire.
With our story set, we found everyone heading into one of the dining rooms where lunch was being served. I ran my arm around Asia and pulled her tightly to my side, then kissed the side of her head. “Good, I’m starving.”
“Me too.” She put her hand on my chest and looked up at me. “Tarzan.”
I made a little growl and felt like the master of my domain where she was concerned. I’d given into my wild side. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Asia had gotten two weeks with the softer side of me that no one else ever had before. It was time she got to know the beast that resided within; how pleasantly surprised I was that she was completely into it all. She thrived as I took her the way I’d dreamt of doing.
My little Asia was more than I ever expected. And we had just begun to test our limits. What would the future hold for us? Would two and a half months more be enough for me? And if it wasn’t, would Asia really want to continue without a contract? Or would she only stay with me if we had another contract and I paid her more for doing it?
I’d always had the idea that women wanted me for my money. If she only wanted to continue things with me with another contract and more money then I knew she wasn’t any different than the others, which would confirm she’d just been acting the entire time. That would hurt, a thing I didn’t allow to happen to me. At least, I’d know I was duped by the lovely little creature. I could move on from her then. But I hoped like hell that wasn’t the case. As we entered the dining room, I saw a few more people had arrived. Uncle Pete was sitting at the end of the long table, Aunt Sally sat at his right, and their twins, Bo and Joe were seated across from them.
Mom stood up, waving everyone into the room. “The place cards have everyone’s names on them. Please, take your seats. Chef Cora has made us a wonderful meal of ceviche as our first course, Grilled salmon for the main, served on a bed of asparagus and wild rice.” She looked directly at Asia as we filed in. “Doesn’t that sound delicious, Asia?”
“Yes, ma’am, it does. Is there a dessert too?”
“Oh, my, yes. Of course, there’s always dessert. Tell me, have you ever had key lime pie before?” Mom licked her pink stained lips.
Asia shook her head. “No, I’ve never had it. It sounds yummy, though.”
Mom clapped her thin hands as she smiled, “It is yummy, dear, something we can give to your future kids.”
Kids, oh no, this sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated guilt right to my heart. I was bringing in a woman my mother would get close to, under false pretenses. The lie went to new levels of heaviness as it weighed not so much on my shoulders as inside my heart. Asia gripped my hand as we went to where my mother had pointed and looked at me with a smile. But I saw the guilt behind her eyes too. It was wrong what I was doing. We both felt it.
But what could I do about it now?
I wasn’t about to break down and admit things on the first day of the vacation. That would mean pure hell for me. No, we would stick with the lie, no matter how much guilt piled up on both of us. I was paying Asia extremely well to maintain what I needed from her. She’d take the guilt right along with me. It was her job to do that. It just kinda sucked big time that doing that to Asia also added to my guilt, doubling my load. Dad was sitting at the head of the table, Mom to his right and Asia, then me to his left. It was the first time I’d ever had a woman with me at any family gathering. It felt nice.
Aunt Sally waved at us from the other end of the long table. “Hi there. After lunch, I’m dying to get to know you, Asia.”
“Asia, meet my Aunt Sally, my mother’s sister.” I gave my aunt a nod. “The man at the other end of the table is her husband, Pete, and the two little redheads that are sitting across from her are their ten-year-old twins, Bo and Joe.”
Asia gave a wave back. “I’ll be sure to find you after lunch, Aunt Sally.”
And there it was again, the guilt shot, going right in my gut. Asia had called her Aunt. It was a lot to take. Then Mom took her seat across from us and extended her hand across the table to Asia. The two clasped hands. “Dear, it would be the greatest honor to me, and Jett’s father if you’d call us, Mom and Dad.”
