Married to a Bully Ch. 06

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I was sitting in Jeff's car riding through downtown Houston, TX. It was raining and dreary, but I was pumped up. Even the dull podcast he played couldn't persuade me to drop my smile. It was fantastic as fuck seeing the sights of downtown. I was raised about an hour away and had never been to the city or elsewhere in the longhorn state.

"Can we stop at Whataburger?" I asked, looking toward his focused face.

I was unsure if it was the road or the guys on the radio rambling on about politics he was concentrating on right now. Jeff was in one of his moods, and I couldn't be happier not to hear his voice.

I turned my sights on the buildings and painted murals, enjoying being back home.

"I want to get that building right, there," he said after a while.

"It looks like a haunted house." I chuckled, my eyes drifting to the rundown building, and followed it as we passed. It looked worse than the store Jeff owned and where I worked.

"I'll remodel, of course."

I nod as if I care and look out the window.

"I'll buy us a condo downtown. Something high up overlooking the whole city so you can get over your fear of heights," Jeff eagerly added.

I am not thrilled by that since I don't want to go with him to Houston. But he's set on our future together, while I think it would be best to move back in with my aunt. I tell him yet again how I feel, and his brows crease, his expression stained in irritation that makes my heart flutter.

"No."

"Why not? You said this was only temporary."

"It is, but it's not over, I told you. You need someone to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself, Jeff. I've been doing it since I was a kid. Seriously, as long as I get my money like YOU promised. I can enroll in nursing school in the spring in Grainville, and you can do what you want in Houston."

"Wait, nursing?" His nose turns up as if I had said I wanted to be a stripper.

"What's wrong with a nurse? I swear you act like everything is beneath you. There is nothing wrong with being a nurse. They make good money, and I'll always have a job because there will always be sick people."

"I understand that, sweetheart, but...." Jeff trails off and grips the steering wheel, becoming frustrated, "I said no. You'll get a business degree first. Then you can do that nursing shit on your own time while you work for me in Houston."

I scoff, "You want me to be your little sex slave? Suck and fuck you while I go to school and work for you?"

Jeff chuckled, "Damn, you're smart."

I sneer at his mock and fold my arms, "I want to be a nurse."

"I want to be a nurse," comes his high-pitched mimic. "You sound stupid. You can be fucking nurse, but it's good to have a business degree as well. Plus, you've got me as a mentor, and that's an investment in itself. You can do both while you live with me in Houston and make more money. Think about it." Jeff thumps his finger on his temple as if getting the fuck away from him is a foolish idea.

"But, I-

"I win, so stop talking and ride," Jeff smirked.

I sulk into the leather seat and stare back at the window. The buildings are gone, state roads are ahead, and farmlands appear. I marvel at the quiet neighborhoods with modest houses.

"I want to buy a house out here and become a farmer, plant my vegetables, and have like ten kids," I say out loud, waiting for his face to turn up in disgust.

Jeff beamed, "We can have both. A condo in the city and a farmhouse out in the country."

The comment makes me gulp some anxiety, and now I am picturing a life like that with him. It leaves me feeling sick because it's all bullshit. I know one day he will break my heart like he has done to the countless others that crossed his path.

He makes a right turn, and we go into a small town with my requested food choice. I wasn't sure if he had heard me, but I was excited. I love burgers. I'd been in hiding for three months and missed the simple pleasures.

"Let me get a number twelve, water, and a lot of napkins," Jeff spoke into the microphone.

"I want a number-"

"That's all," Jeff drives up.

"Fucking asshole."My brows furrowed in irritation, "You didn't let me order."

"I got you a veggie burger."

"You don't get to select my meals. I am not a fucking child, Jeff."

He smirks at me as I fold my arms.

"I'm not. I am a grown woman, and I wanted onion rings," my voice comes out in a whine, and he laughs.

"I am!"

"You don't need to eat fried onions. You need to watch what you eat so you don't get that." He pokes me in the middle of my forehead, where a pimple has begun to sprout.

"You don't need to tell me what to do!"

Jeff laughed, "Yeah, I do. You're a million-dollar investment, and I plan to turn you into a successful woman," he winked at me.

I argue since I don't deserve this treatment. Jeff turns up the volume on those loudmouth Republicans, and I loudly yell every name in the book at him for his rudeness. It's almost therapeutic to get it all out. He makes me so mad. When he turns the volume down, I stop yelling as the lady at the drive-thru frowns toward us as if I am the crazy one.

He chuckles to the woman, "Sorry about that. My wife is pregnant."

My mouth drops, and she holds an understanding smile, "No, I am not. I am married to a jackass, though." I tell the woman, and her smile fades.

"She swallows them all," Jeff smiled at me.

I've had enough of his mocking. I lunge my arm toward his bearded mug. He catches it and quickly shoves me back into my seat. Now, I am both overpowered and horny.

"You get on my nerves," I tell him as he hands me the greasy bag. I began eating right away in solace.

"You must have been hangry. When we get home, you can nibble on this dick."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged his shoulder, "You didn't get any ketchup."

"You didn't ask, grown woman."

I sneered at the new title, "You were too busy telling people you've knocked me up."

"You might be."

I scoffed and finished eating my fries. Then I got curious, "What would you do? If that happened?"

"What? Get you pregnant?" Jeff shrugged and looked toward me, "When I decide to give you a child. I know you will be a great mother."

I twirled my eyes, "Excuse me? I never agreed to that. And, how would you know?"

"Josh. You were raising your cousin at one point."

It shocked me that he even remembered my cousin's name. I was ready to see him again, knowing he had grown significantly in the last three months. I wondered if Josh was talking or taking some baby steps.

Jeff chuckled, "I know he will be happy to see you."

"Yeah, I hope so. Maybe I could stay with my aunt a couple of nights a-"

"No." His voice suddenly laced with resentment, "Fuck no. You will stay with me. How many goddamn times am I to say that?"

I hadn't thought I had a choice anyway. Regardless of Jeff's controlling ways, he did something to me no other person had done. He looked after me, something my mother had even failed to do.

"What about your other women? What will your girlfriends think of you having a wife? I'd be the ultimate cock block."

I smile, hoping to win my freedom back.

Jeff's brows creased, "I don't have any girlfriends."

I rolled my eyes at his lies. Jeff had more ladies than I could keep up with, and anyone with a pussy was subjected to his cock.

"I got a message on Facebook from some lady saying she was your girlfriend." I shot up my thumb as I remembered the woman's name, "Heather!"

"Oh, Heather, is, um... Don't fucking worry about her. And why would she contact you?" His cheeks held a blush, he was embarrassed, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You're a dog, bro."

"I'm not a dog or your fucking bro."

"You fucked Marsha, Sasha, Cindy, Me, and Jackie." I roll my eyes before continuing, "Kitten and now this Heather woman, I would say you're a player, but you're not that smooth, so... you're a dog, woof woof." I chuckled.

"Those bitc...women are...." Jeff takes a deep breath, "Who am I married to, though? You, so, focus on us, and don't worry about those women."

"I don't yell at me. Heather was the one who said she was your girlfriend," I chuckled.

"Heather is a playmate. She knows I'm married, and she's married too," Jeff explains.

"A playmate? No. Heather loves Jeff," I giggle and rub his hard forearm."She's pretty."

"I can't help. I have what women need." Jeff chuckled, "But I like being married. I have an excuse not to be with anyone else." He flashes his wedding band, "Cause I've got you."

"If I have to live with you, I want to date, too," I said.

"Date?" Jeff bursts into laughter as if getting a date would be hard for me, "Date, who?" He peeked at me with suspicion, and I shrugged

"I've always wanted to fall in love," I confess and regret it as Jeff's eyes light up.

"Oh, you will."

"No. Not with you. With someone sweet and nice," I clarify and look out the window.

Jeff clears his throat before continuing, "I am not in any other relationship. This is it. And I am serious, Anna. You will stay with me, return to work, and start college classes in the spring. And I am nice."

I laughed bitterly, "You are a mean, lying asshole, Jeff. I mean that in the worst way possible."

"You are a stubborn little bitch."

"See."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter how nice I am. I'm going to fulfill my promise to you. You helped me out, so I'm going to help you. Okay? Anything you want, you can have," he explained with a smile despite my grievances.

"I can't have onion rings," I roll my eyes.

"You're still pitching a fit over fucking onions. I'll buy you some. You can have the world if you stick with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Can I date? And can I sleep in the guest room?"

His eye starts twitching, "No. No, you know what, yeah, sure. Whatever date, and I don't care where you sleep. I don't like waking up with a mouth full of your hair anyway."

I arch my brow, "What?"

"Yeah," Jeff chuckled, "I don't force you to clench onto me every goddamn night."

"You like snuggles. You put your arm over me first."

"I don't like to cuddle. And you can sleep wherever you want." He pauses and smiles at me, "As long as you are in my house, Anna. If you want, I'll get a bigger dog house, and you can sleep with Butler.

I chuckled, "You are an asshole, bro. What about dating?"

"Women?"

"No. Men. I like guys, and I want to date a guy."

Jeff rubs his jaw, "Fucking and dating are two different things. If you want to open your side of the marriage...." He takes a deep breath, "Whatever. Just promise me you will stay and stop bitching and moaning about my decisions.

I chuckled nervously, then frowned as I considered my nonexistent options, "Yeah, sure."

"Good. Cheer up, you're back home, and you're about to be rich.".

I had to smile cause we were finally home!!

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Jeff carried our bags into the house. I tried to help, but he told me to relax. So I hopped into the shower, but before I could scrub the Virginia air out of my hair, his large frame appeared by the shower curtain. He pulled it back and smiled.

"No, go away." I waved at him and sighed in frustration, self-consciously covering myself to hide my body from his profound gaze. "Go, Jeff. You said-."

He laughed, "Go where? This is my house."

Unmoved by my wishes, Jeff smiles as he steps into the shower. In the fog, his naked frame is overwhelming, with dark brown hair covering his puffed chest and hard stomach. My gaze slipped to his cock, sturdy and bobbing in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I whine.

"I need a shower. You can get out if you don't like it."

"I was here first."

"There is plenty of room. It's a big shower, and you're a little person."

I tuck my arms into my pits, feeling overwhelmed, "I'm not a little person. I'm just short, and I don't want you in here."

"Why not?" Jeff asks, stepping up to my little physique.

As I swallow my emotion, holding my breasts down, he nudges me toward the wall. Water poured on his head, and I was now dominated by his presence, holding my breath as his intimidating gaze roamed my body.

"Why not?" He repeated, but I had already forgotten what it was I said.

I dropped my gaze and shook my head when Jeff removed my hands, letting my tits fall.

"Come on, Jeff, please," I pleaded, but he held my wrists, bringing them up around my head as he leaned closer to my scowling face.

"Go, Jeff."

"No. No means no." Jeff taunts, wrapping his hand around my nape.

Water pours off his head as he bends down and tongues each of my wet nipples. He doesn't bite, only sucks them softly.

"Jeff," I whine, fighting the urge to moan, "I said no."

"Shut up, little girl," he ordered, yanking me closer.

His long arms spread around my body in a forced hug. Jeff glided his large hands up and down my back as I inhaled his masculine scent. It was intoxicating, and I sealed my thighs tight. Landing on my wet ass cheeks, Jeff gave them a hard squeeze in possession. I failed and wilted against him, getting chill bumps in the foggy heated room. His lips travel up and down my bruised neckline. Fuck, it feels so good I slip and sigh in pleasure.

"I know you like me," Jeff noted, kissing my cheek.

Those tender lips made my frown melt into a smile, but I still shook my head, "I don't."

"I don't believe that. I think you have a crush on me."

"I just want my money."

"My money."

I turned my nose up, "I've earned it. Three months with you and your weird ass family."

Jeff chuckled and kissed my forehead, "It wasn't that bad, little girl.

"Yes, it was," I frowned.

I had never felt so low and unwanted as I had been there. And I am still stuck in this fucked up situation.

Jeff nibbles my ear and whispers, I'm sorry."

Suddenly filled with frustration, I pushed his chest off me, "No. You're not."

Jeff stepped toward me, and I stepped back, bumping into the tile. Feeling my tears threatening to fall, I try to step out of the shower, but he grabs my arm, bringing me back into his embrace.

"Stop running from me, girl."

A surprised yelp escaped my lips when Jeff lifted me and pressed me hard against the tile. Now, eye to eye, he placed a tender kiss on my lips. His tongue trickled around mine as if he knew where my tongue would go next. Reluctantly, my hands went up to caress his soaking-wet beard. Leaving my mouth, he lunged his head into the valley between my breasts, kissing my wet skin. It felt sinfully good when his beard brushed against my skin, and instantly, I shrank. Falling for his sensuality was something I had not meant to do. I did not want to be an instrument he could play anytime. Yet I was, and I felt pathetic.

Jeff looked toward me in confusion, "What's wrong?"

I blinked back, tears. My heart was so heavy, and his finger was so soft as he went up to my cheeks to swipe the moisture below my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Jeff asked with a frown and concern in his eyes.

Why was I crying? Maybe because I had been miserable the last few months and felt I would be equally sad in this situation with him.

"I can't do this anymore," I whisper, but he holds me closer and gives me that look.

"Now that you are back home, you should be happy."

I genuinely do not remember what happiness was. My childhood was ruthless. I craved affection and love since I had none. Despite my doubts, I craved his cruel kisses. I unleashed my tears and closed my eyes.

"I can't like you." I shook my head, "You're a bad person."

"You might be right about that," Jeff chuckled, his confirmation upsetting me further. "No. No. Stop crying and look at me, girl."

I focused on the look in his eyes. It's one I don't see too often, a look of sincerity.

Jeff rubs his jaw before speaking, "You deserve a happy life. And I want to give it to you and only you. I can never get bored of providing for you and protecting you, Anna. That's what I promised, and it's what I will do."

Averting my eyes, I nod

"I am serious, little girl. Stay with me, please. Let me take care of you. Then in a few years, you can leave me for a McDonald's employee with a twelve-inch cock," Jeff gave a hearty laugh, and I couldn't help but giggle as he pinched my cheek, "I'm serious. I know I'm a lot to deal with, but I've never been with anyone who dealt with me the way you do."

His lips brushed against mine, and my heart fluttered, "Don't. Don't hurt me," I whisper against his mouth.

Jeff smirked, "Why would I hurt you, sweet girl?"

Holding me up with his chest, he teased his cock around my pussy.

"Let me take your pain away," Jeff whispered, giving me a charming smile that lit up his wet eyes.

He slowly introduced me to each inch-by-inch of his cock. I gasped and bit my lip at the slightly painful stretching.

"Mmm, Jeff, uh...."

My arms encircle his neck so I don't fall. He strokes slowly, breathing hard against my wet hair.

"Can I make you happy?

Before I could answer, Jeff's lips seared onto mine. His tongue fought into my mouth, and I accepted the kiss nibbling his bottom lip. His lips were full, and his kiss was powerful, causing a fluttering effect that hurt my stomach.

"Uh, Fuck, I need you," he groans, pushing his massive chest against my small chest.

After a few strokes, I loosen up and enjoy his invasion of my pussy walls. I moisten from this natural passion, and my desire deepens. That powerful feeling flows throughout my body. The one that gives me confidence that I am so desirable and the cause of his hunger.

Moaning, I take in his satisfied manner.

With my breathing ragged, I let my pussy muscles tighten around the base of his cock. His face contorts, and he stares at me, licking his wet lips. Grasping my asscheeks, Jeff gradually increased his pace. With his breathing ragged, he moaned against my plump lips. He pins me closer against the shower tiles. As my ass smudges against the shower wall, his arms hold my legs up as he thrusts his powerful cock harder.

"You can never fucking leave me," comes Jeff's harsh whisper.

I have a little power over him as he whips his hips into mine. Whimpering softly, I close my eyes tight, feeling a spark of heat.

"Ah," My head bangs against the tile wall, and I open my eyes to try and understand what I am experiencing. "Ahh, Daddy," the utterances come out involuntarily, but I blame his intense thrusts.

Grinning, Jeff pushed harder into me, his eyes meeting mine, "I love it when you call me that."

Jeff held onto my thighs, moving to the opposite side of the large shower. Jeff bit into my lips, drawing blood before lifting his leg on a ledge to pound me passionately.

"Ahh, God," I cry.

"You love me. Say it." Jeff's wet eyes are breathtaking as he centers them on me, "Say it, Anna. Tell me you love me."

The orgasmic sensation comes hard, and I clench my fingers into his back, "Uh-huh, yes, oh yes...oh," I mumble, trembling as I leave a sticky mess on Jeff's thick cock.

Jeff gives me a devilish smile with his hand around my neck. He rolled his hips as I groaned in pleasure and pain, slipping further to the floor. He pulls out and drops me to my knees.

I looked up as he jerked his cock over my head. Before he asks, I wag my tongue, receiving his load in my mouth. Water pours on my face, and it's easy to spit, but I am so hypnotized now I swallow and continue slurping at his flaccid cock until it sprouts again for me.

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I knew Anna was excited to see her cousin and let her go next door to her aunt's house while I took an Uber to the dealership. I had talked to a friend who gave me a good deal on a teal Audi R8. I wasn't sure about her favorite color. I had never asked, but I loved her teal-colored panties and thought it would be a nice color for a car. She deserved to have the best. When I first met her, she was driving a beat-up Honda on its last leg. Since selling it, Anna has been without a car for the past year. Her aunt and uncle couldn't afford to buy her one, and I doubted they would if they could. Rod had a gambling habit that I quickly detected when he asked me for money last spring. I had fucked his wife to make up for my losses knowing I wouldn't get my money back too soon.