My husband’s parents have always hated me, and they’re not shy about saying so. Ethan and Cynthia Carrington never thought I was worthy of their only son. They called me white trash, simply because I grew up poor (though, I might add, not growing up in a trailer) and a gold digger because the Carrington family has been a rich man’s multi-billionaire family for generations. They thought I was taking advantage of Rob’s money, citing the fact that he sent me to college, he was an investor in my clothing store, and there was an 11-year age difference. Of course, this is far from the truth. Rob and I love each other very much and we have loved each other ever since we got married six years ago.
I met Rob when I was 18. I had been working there for less than a month when a very handsome guy in a dark suit came in and sat down in my area.
During our first meeting we didn’t really talk much other than the waitress/customer conversation, but then he started coming in every day after lunch and we started chatting. It turned out he asked to sit in my section, and, since we were usually dead next to each other by then, I really got to know him and like him. Rob, 29, said he works in finance, which he hates, but it gives him time to travel, which he loves. Besides being Beatles fans, we both love Toulouse-Lautrec’s paintings, Steven Spielberg’s movies and, for some unknown reason, blue jelly.
We didn’t start going out until six months later. He accidentally left his wallet on the table and when I called him to tell him I had the wallet, he offered to take me to dinner to thank me.
We went to a very upscale place that was even nicer than the restaurant, and not much more expensive, and all evening I kept saying how weird it was to sit at a table with Rob and not be served by him. After dinner, we went to the beach and lay on the sand, hugging each other and looking at the stars. As our faces met, ready to kiss, Rob admitted that he had purposely left his wallet there in the hopes that I would call him and he could use it as an excuse to go on a date with me. When I told him that I knew, he was surprised and asked me why I agreed to go out with him. I said that if he didn’t ask me, I would ask him, and he leaned in and pressed our lips together.
That night we had sex for the first time and our relationship has been on a roller coaster ever since. Six months after our first date we got engaged. My parents were a little surprised because I was only 19 and Rob was 30, but they loved Rob and gave us their blessing. Then it came time to tell Rob’s parents and that’s when I found out who he was, who his parents were, and what kind of family I was marrying into. When Rob says he worked in finance, he means he was a vice president at several major banks, second only to his father as president and CEO. I knew he was rich, but until then I didn’t know exactly how rich he was, which was good for both of us because we both knew I loved Rob, not his money.
During the six months we dated, the Carringtons spent most of their time abroad. Rob introduced me to them, but I hadn’t met them yet. Of course, I was nervous about the whole hassle, and when we finally announced our engagement to Ethan and Cynthia, they were definitely upset. I was in the next room and Rob’s parents were telling him what a huge mistake he made by marrying a poor girl half his age who was probably just after his money anyway. Rob got so frustrated that he stormed out of the house.
In fact, I worked at the restaurant for a while after we got married and Rob still came over for dinner, but one day he surprised me with a college application and a blank check. I told him I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he insisted that I was his wife and he knew college would make me happy and that was what he wanted. Naturally, this angered the Carringtons because they thought that was what I was hoping to achieve by marrying their son. The fact that I graduated with honors and successfully started my own clothing store didn’t make any difference to them. I thought things might get better over time, but unfortunately, it got worse. I was never invited to their house for holidays, Sunday dinners, or really for any reason. Whenever they called and I picked up the phone, they would immediately hang up and to this day they are still trying to set Rob up with other women. Ethan and Cynthia came to me on separate occasions and offered me a substantial sum of money to divorce Rob, an offer which of course was promptly declined. Rob and I have told them hundreds of times that we love each other and if they don’t like it, that’s too bad, but as anyone in the business world will tell you, Ethan Carrington is a tough guy who doesn’t take no for what people say.
Our marriage is great, except for Rob’s parents. Rob is the kindest, sweetest, most generous person I’ve ever met, not to mention an animal in a sack. We’ve rarely argued, except for the occasional fight over what movie to watch or where to go on vacation. I think it’s because we had no secrets from each other until that fateful day… or at least we didn’t…
It all started on the Friday of a three-day weekend. Rob is going on a cruise for the weekend, and as usual, while he’s gone, I’m going to use that time to watch a John Hughes movie, make an avocado face mask, and eat myself a whole pepperoni pizza. This weekend I added “spring line work” to the agenda, something I’ve been wanting to do all season but couldn’t due to supplier problems. By the way, no matter what, I work better under pressure.
I came home from the studio and immediately took a hot shower and had a glass of wine. Then I put on my cozy sweats and an old Robe t-shirt that I love, and ordered pizza. By the time I was down to my third glass of wine, I was lying on the couch with a drafting pencil and sketchbook in front of me, pressing play on a DVD, hoping that some of those awesome fashions from the eighties would inspire me to do something. Something. I was getting ready to go to work when the doorbell rang.
“Hey,” I mumbled, then went to answer the phone. Thinking it was the pizza guy, I picked up my wallet, hoping I’d have enough cash to tip since what they’d told me over the phone was a full fifteen minutes ago.
I opened the door and was surprised to see my father-in-law.
“Ethan!” I yelled. “This, this is really unexpected.” In the six years that Rob and I were married, I could count on my fingers the number of times Ethan had come to our townhouse, and it seemed to me that in all that time, I had never been alone with him.
“Yeah, I think so, can I come in?” Ethan walked into the house without waiting for my answer, and my heart started pounding. Even after all these years, he still haunts me. The way he talks always reminds me of Hannibal Lecter, very restrained, proper and scary.
“Rob’s not here,” I said, leaving the door open, hoping that would give him permission to leave.
“Yes, I know, he’ll be gone all weekend, won’t he? But that’s alright, I’m really here to see you, Laura.” He never called me Laura – always Young Lady or Miss Rose, my first name, and as I reluctantly closed the door I was filled with a sense of impending doom.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Ethan said as he looked at my drawing.
“Oh, umm, no, it’s not like that—not really,” I stuttered. “I was just busy…”
“I saw you had some wine, maybe you need another one,” Ethan said, pointing to the half-empty glass on the table. “Let me have one too.”
“Yeah, uh–of course, I should have offered. I’ll get you something from the kitchen.” I quickly went to the kitchen and got the glass of wine. Realizing I was shaking and worried it would break, I put it on the counter. I need to hold on. I can’t let Ethan get a hold of me, I won’t. He’s probably here to offer me another bribe to divorce Rob, and the sooner I tell him no, the better. I took a deep breath and counted to ten before picking up my glass and bottle and returning to the living room where Ethan was sitting on the couch. I handed him the cup and poured a glass until he signaled me to stop and put the bottle on the coffee table. Ethan took a sip and smiled.
“Ah, seventy-five,” he said, admiring the bottle. “It’s certainly been a great year, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said.
“Well, it seems you wouldn’t know. You weren’t born then, were you? Of course you’ll come with me,” Ethan said, filling my glass and handing it to me. I took it reluctantly. “Encouraging.”
I took a sip and then put it down.
“Ethan,” I said as calmly as possible. “I assume you didn’t come here to drink with me, so if you don’t mind, why don’t you give me what you bribed me for so I can tell you no” I need to get back to work.
Ethan turned to me and smiled. “I thought I had upset you. After all, even cats have some claws. Well, Laura, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m sure you’re not surprised that my wife and I have not always lived without family background, without society status, clearly, you are not the life partner we would have chosen for our son.
Although the words were harsh, it wasn’t the first time I had heard it, and I didn’t hesitate at all.
“Still, despite our great efforts, it seems we are stuck with you, for my son loves you very much, or so he says. It’s a shame. I suspect it has something to do with what you are like under those horrible rags you wear.
I suddenly realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the air from the fan had hardened my nipples, which were clearly visible through the almost torn fabric. Ethan didn’t even try to hide his gaze, but I wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of embarrassing me. My blood started boiling and I grabbed the armrests of the chair while Ethan calmly took another sip.
“What do you want, Ethan?” I asked suddenly standing up from the chair and walking over to him.
Ethan held the stem of the glass between his thumb and forefinger, turning it thoughtfully, admiring the interaction of the light with the red liquid inside.
“What do I want?” Ethan repeated. He turned to face me. “Oh dear, I want what any man wants, and that is for his wife to be happy. Of course, nothing would make my Cynthia happier than to be rid of you.”
Ethan stood up, walked over to me and leaned me against the wall. He reached into his coat, and for a moment I worried he was going to pull out a gun. Instead, he pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. But I trembled with nervousness, thinking that this might be Ethan’s last resort.
“You, you won’t kill me, right?”
Ethan looked at me intensely.
“Kill you!” His eyes lit up, but then he started laughing, a laugh that gave me goosebumps. “Well, maybe it’s just common in the trailers you see creeping up from underneath. Honey, if I killed you, trust me, no one would ever know, especially you, stupid thing. Murder is pretty barbaric, and I like to think I’m a little more civilized than that, huh?
Ethan came over to our bookcase and picked up a picture of Rob and I on our wedding day. He traced the pattern on the silver frame and said, “Plus, this will cause some problems in my plans for you. Oh yeah,” he gave me another look, “and if I had no idea I would have been better, I could have sworn his eyes were filled with lust.
“Look, Laura,” he said, turning to me. “Another thing that makes my wife happy is having grandchildren.”
Grandchildren? I think. Is that what this is about? Rob and I agreed to wait until I graduated from college to have kids, but then the store opened and we never really brought the subject up again.
“You know, Cynthia always wanted a big family, but unfortunately she suffered complications due to a miscarriage and had to have a hysterectomy. She was so eagerly waiting for the day when her only son would be with her, bringing her a grandson, a grandson, the grandson of the little clothing shop.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was right in his face, or as close to his face as I could get. I had to stand on my tiptoes to make up for the difference between Ethan’s 6’0 height and my 5’4 height.
“I’m sorry Ethan, but whether or not Rob and I will have kids is none of your business or Cynthia’s!”
“Oh, but I disagree. See, Rob told me he wants kids, but he doesn’t want to force it on you because he loves you.” Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Ethan’s face and he pinned me against the wall with my arms pinned to my sides. I struggled a bit, but my physical strength was no match for Ethan’s. Besides being eight inches taller than me, he also weighed about a hundred pounds, mostly muscle.
“Trash,” he cursed. “There is only one reason to marry a young woman, and that is to nourish her, to fill her belly with your semen and keep her breasts full of milk for as long as possible. And that is what will happen to you, young miss.
“You, you want Rob and I to have a baby?”
“Well, that’s ideal, but look, Rob would never force you to get pregnant before you’re ready. At this rate, I’ll die before I meet my first grandchild. On the other hand, I can’t extend you the same courtesy.”
My mouth went dry. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I mean, Lola, tonight you and I are going to deliver a baby for Rob and Cynthia. I’m going to fuck you and make you pass out, to borrow a phrase from your traditional pornographic language. Once you’re pregnant, I’m going to keep fucking you senseless and sucking the milk out of your lovely breasts and by the look on Ethan’s face, I realize he’s really serious about trying to impregnate me against my will.”
“You can’t do that,” I yelled in horror.
“Oh, I think you’ll find that I can.” He removed his hands from my wrists and placed them on my chest, massaging them through the thin fabric of my shirt. Even though I hated it, Ethan’s touch turned me on so much that I felt myself getting wet. It suddenly occurred to me that if I didn’t say something quickly, this was really going to happen.
“Anyway, if you fuck me tonight, I won’t get pregnant,” I said shamelessly. “I’m on medication.”
“At least, that’s what Dr. Gilliam would have you believe.”
My eyes widened. How did he know my gynecologist’s name?
“Honey, you forgot that the Carrington family has a wing named after them at Fremont Hospital, not to mention my brother is on the board. I’m just a phone call away so I can get your medical records and your birth control changes. You’ve only been taking sugar pills for the past three months and your next period is two weeks away, so you should be able to get pregnant easily!” He was telling the truth, I could get pregnant tonight.
“I’ll tell Rob,” I threatened.
“Tell him what? That his father, who for many years openly expressed his complete dislike of his wife, actually harbored a secret passion for her, to the point that he fucked her and got her pregnant? While that may be the case, I, my son, would never believe it, even if it came from your pretty little mouth.” After saying that, Ethan leaned down and kissed me, touching my lips with his tongue, and then he ripped them apart with his arms. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape his kiss. It left me cold, but in a very good way, and I was still shivering when he pushed me away and licked his lips.
“Mmm, that’s so cute,” she whispered as her hand returned to my chest.
“I will tell your wife!” I threatened so he started biting and twisting my nipples.
“Who do you think came up with that idea?” Ethan asked, smiling. Ethan suddenly turned serious, “Nice revenge plot, don’t you agree? Make the person you hate conceive the child of the person you hate, it would be absolutely delicious. And you would be pregnant with the child.” “Because if I find out you had a miscarriage, you’ll really understand what it means to cheat on Ethan Carrington.”
I gritted my teeth, tears streaming down my face, and asked, “What makes you think I’ll agree?”
“Oh, there are several reasons for this,” Ethan said proudly. “First of all, if you check your bank records, you will see that several wire transfers were made from Rob’s own trust fund to a Cayman Islands bank account in your name. If you deny it, which I know you won’t, I will be forced to tell Rob this little fact. It will surely break his heart and ensure that he will give up being an investor in your little clothing store, not to mention divorce you, leaving you with nothing, and your inhibitions will be diminished to the point where you will beg me to impregnate you at all costs.”
The look in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. I need to find a way out of this, but my mind is numb.’ All I could think about was how good it felt as Ethan’s hands kneaded my breasts. This is really going to happen. Defeated, I nodded.
“Great. Now, get naked for me, my little slut.”
Tears streaming down my face, I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my 36C breasts. The air hit my nipples, turning them into hard pink lumps.
“Yes, yes, sweetie,” Ethan said, looking at my breasts. He reached forward and grabbed them and fondled the nipples with his thumbs. He bent down, took a tender nub into his mouth, teased it with his tongue and teeth, and then sucked it hard. The warm wetness of his mouth felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. Ethan switched his ministrations to the other breast and I felt myself getting wetter.
“Yes,” he said, pulling away. “I have no doubt my baby would love to drink from these breasts.” Ethan placed one hand on my chest and with the other slid his index finger down the middle of my stomach to my navel, and then put it in my pants. Inside. He caressed my freshly shaved pussy and then ran his fingers over my wet genitals, making me shiver.
“Oh god, but you’re wet, Laura, and I doubt the drugs are working on you at all. It’s just you, wicked girl, enjoying a man who isn’t your husband as he works on his baby. Get your tits ready. I was still shivering when Ethan pulled my sweatpants off and spread my legs, feeling a million things, naked and exposed to him – anger, shame and excitement. I could feel his hot breath on my tingling pussy and then his heat took my breath away when he licked my lower lip with his tongue, he opened my clitoris with his fingers, then he teased it with his tongue, licked it, caught it with his teeth and sucked on it.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, I felt a wave of pleasure surge through my stomach. My knees felt like they were going to give out and I grabbed Ethan’s shoulders for support. My breathing became labored as he continued to lick me, and as he thrust his tongue inside me, I shivered and moaned.
