Phone Sex Escape -4-

Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.

Johnathan

“Maria, make sure you have the blue suit packed. I will be out of town for the next couple of days. Also, my wife, I want a detailed report of where she goes, who she speaks to, and if she has company,” I said. 

I knew the housekeeper would keep me well informed on my wife and her activities because she had a crush on me. If she were younger or even attractive, I would get more than a blowjob from her. I will admit, she does give good head. I looked down at the lady on her knees with my dick down her throat. I styled my hair, brushed my teeth, and confirmed my flight. It was almost a morning ritual to have the first load of my cum splattered down her throat, and for Maria, she loved to please. 

I pushed her head against the counter, not bothering to warn Maria as my massive prick filled her mouth with her morning treat. She knew the rules. Swallow it all, zip me up, and leave. I am a man of little words when it comes to women, so there is no need to make small talk. Maria’s mouth is a receptacle for my jizz, and that’s where our relationship ends. 

“Haven,” I said. Looking over at the lump on the bed, my wife is a beautiful woman, but so damn stubborn. Her hair spread out on the pillow, bare legs tangled in the sheets, and a soft whimper each time she exhaled. If only she were a good woman, maybe I could stay faithful. Oh, who am I kidding, she could be the fucking Queen of the god damn world, and my dick would stray. Some aren’t faithful. I am one of them. 

Grabbing her leg, I tugged at my wife with a little force. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to bring her out of her sleep. “I’m leaving for the airport. Maria is in charge. Make sure you do as she says, and if you take the car, I want to know where you’re going. Don’t piss me off, Haven,” I said. 

“Leave me alone, Johnathan. I am not your fucking prisoner. I’m your god damn wife,” Haven huffed. 

I pulled in a deep breath, held my temper, and placed my hand lightly on my wife’s throat. Not in a sexual manner, but as a warning shot. Her mouth was the very reason I want her pregnant right away. If she is knocked up and locked down, she won’t be able to act this way.

“Let me explain one more time. You will do as I say, and you will shut your fucking mouth,” I said. Leaning down, kissing Haven’s forehead, my hand released her, but I knew she could still feel my fingers clutching around her slender neck. All I wanted to do was leave the house on peaceful terms, but she had to push each one of my buttons once again. If she didn’t end up pregnant soon, I swear I might strangle her myself. Grabbing my bags, I left the house without looking back at my wife. 

During the short drive to the airport, I arranged for my home to install a camera monitoring system. Something in the back of my mind told me that Haven was up to something, and by something, I mean trouble. 

“Mr. St.Cloud, the plane is boarding now,” Amanda said. 

I decided not to tell my wife or father-in-law that my Intern would be traveling with me on the trip. Not that my father-in-law would care, but I feel that he might not like it for public appearances. 

“Thanks, Amanda. I have a seat in first class. We can meet up when we land,” I said. She would not be flying next to me on this or any flight. Amanda was lucky to be going, and the coach would be sufficient for the hired help. 

As I worked through the flight, Maria’s first message had the tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge. My wife escaped to her bedroom with her laptop and hadn’t come out in three hours. Not that it was not usual for her to be online, but it was out of the norm for that amount of time. I texted her back to keep an ear out for any packages or visitors. Also, she was to have the cars picked up for serving while I was away. That would limit her ability to leave the house. She wouldn’t be happy, but I didn’t care what she felt right now. Plus, Maria was home to deal with her tantrum. 

Later in the evening, after meeting with a client all day, I made that call home to Haven. I was dreading her voice, but I knew she was up to something. Usually, when she is plotting a disobedient act, she will stumble on her words and act like a child. 

“What do you want?” Haven said. 

She didn’t even bother with a hello, or that she missed me. That was the moment I knew there would be hell when I returned home. There is nothing I hate more than someone ungrateful for all they get. If not for me, she would still live under her father’s roof, or god knows who she would be married to now. The way I looked at this, I saved her from a life of misery. 

“What have you done all day?” I asked as I put my finger to my lips to silence Amanda. 

“What do you care, and why the hell is your girlfriend watching my every move. Oh, and nice move with the car. Did you forget I can order an Uber?” she snapped. Her breathing harsh. She hated this life. 

“You will not order a Uber, and Maria is the maid. She is not my girlfriend. You are my wife, and you will do as I say. Maria said you were on your computer all morning. Why?” I asked. Again, all of the fragments of hair on the back of my neck tingled. Something was going on inside of my house, and I would know or rip the entire house apart to find it. 

“I was looking up different classes I can take from home. You know, broaden my education. You don’t think I want to be a housewife all my life, do you?” she said. “I have dreams too, Johnathan. I want to get a degree in design, and since you lock me away, now would be a good time to do it,” she added. 

Nothing pissed me off more than a woman who thought she was more than what her husband allowed her to be. My wife has a good life and never wants for anything. She would like to get some stupid degree beyond me, but maybe this was what she needed to leave me alone. If Haven were busy with her fake career, she wouldn’t bug me for more freedom. 

“Fine. Sign up and send me the bill. I will have Amanda pay for it. Remember, you will finish what you start, or this will be the last time I finance one of your stupid career choices. Okay?” I asked.

Dead silence, and then the dial tone let me know I pissed Amanda off. It wasn’t that we don’t have the money for these adventures, but the last time she spoke of school was some writing course. I nipped that in the bud and denied her big dreams, as she said. I find her need to think for herself to be a nuisance. I could understand if my wife had natural talent, but let’s face it. She doesn’t.

“Amanda, my wife, is going to contact you for payment for some designing course. Please, before you give her the check, send me the credentials on the school of her choice,” I said. 

With a beacon on my finger, the young blond slowly moved closer, her body swaying as she walked in the 5-inch heels that I purchased for her. There is something about a woman in stilettos that gets my dick hard. Amanda is young, intelligent, and knows how to open and shut her mouth. I love that about her. Plus, her cock sucking skills are second to none. 

For the remainder of the evening, my young Intern offered up her throat and then her cunt, begging me to cum in both. Unable to say no, each time she cried out for more, I fed her my 10-inch dick, making her clean the mess each time. Of course, when done for the night, she was sent back to her room to sleep. There was no reason to spoil her with the lavish amenities that they provide in the VIP rooms. Plus, I prefer to sleep alone. It’s a pity the girl didn’t come from a better home. She would have made the perfect wife for a man such as myself. 

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