Chapter 9
Gideon
“How long do you plan to keep her around?” Ada asked, drawing a fingernail down Deliverance’s sleeping face.
I kicked my boots up onto the windowsill and leaned back in the chair.
“We’ll see. She’s amusing me.”
“She’s amusing me, too,” Ada said quickly. “I find it very funny how scared she gets by seeing what predators do.”
“She’s for me to play with,” I said. “Not you.”
Ada frowned. There was still a glob of my seed in her hair, dangling unknowingly in her curls, which also amused me.
“I know a nice little whorehouse she could go to,” my mistress whined. “They wouldn’t work her too hard.”
“You know a nice little whorehouse? Not surprised,” I said lazily.
“Look, she’s cried herself to sleep,” Ada said, ignoring my mockery.
It gave me a twinge of irritation to see her touching Deliverance. My wife’s sleeping face looked so angelic and obedient, her dark lashes casting shadows on her pink cheeks, and her long braid splayed over the sheets. The slight puffiness around her eyes was evidence Ada was telling the truth.
“None of your concern. Now move away from her, you’re wheezing.”
“But you’ve already–”
“Already what? My wife is my concern. Not yours.”
“But you said—” Ada whined again.
“No. I don’t want anyone to come nosing around.”
“Who would come nosing around? You said you paid the lawyer off. And she doesn’t have any other family.”
“I said no. Don’t make me tell you twice. I’m not ready to get rid of her.”
She pouted.
“Please, Gideon. I just don’t like her. Acts like such a stuck-up princess.”
Her jealousy was very amusing, but I was long past the point that her pouts would affect me at all. However, there was one thing she was always good for.
“If you want to be useful, come here and suck my prick so I can fuck my wife for longer.”
Ada pouted even harder, but I was not surprised when that proud look was wiped off her face and she slid to her knees in front of me.
I watched my wife sleep as my mistress slobbered eagerly up and down my prick.
There was something undeniably intriguing about Deliverance. A certain bratty willfulness that I hadn’t expected.
Yes, at least one of my plans was on hold.
After all, if she bored me it would be easy to do.
Jerking my hips forward I unloaded my cum down Ada’s throat, my eyes still on the curve of my wife’s hip, the way I could see the outline of her cunny through the thin nightgown.
“Now get out of here. I’m going to make sure my wife knows that she’s a little slut who has to take what I give her.”