Chapter 12
Gillian watched as her husband dressed quickly and silently and stomped to the door. He stopped there for a moment, turned to fix his gaze on her, "Get up and do something, you're not gonna lay around all day. You got stuff to do, don't think I've forgotten what your place is in this house." As he turned back to leave Jack was already at the door with a big grin on her face. "Damnit Jack! Don't you have anything else better to do than to come here and bother us?" Jack looked up as if she were thinking and said, "Nope, notta thing, lucky you huh?" He sighs as he continued through the door then he stopped again and turned back once more and said, "I mean it Gillian, I want you dressed and downstairs in 30 minutes." The door slammed. Jack started to circle the room. "Speaking of lucky, just how lucky did you get?" Gillian laughed at the seriousness that was in Jack's voice. Gillian pulled her robe over herself as she moved to the bathroom. Jack followed behind her, "Oh no! You aren't getting off that easily. I want details miss!" Gillian stepped in the shower and began to tell Jack everything from last night up to when she caught them that morning. After Gillian got out Jack was almost clucking like a mother hen. "You see? I told you things would change. You're a beautiful girl Gill. Now all you have to do is make him an addict." Gillian froze at the last comment, "An addict?" "You know, make him feel like there's no other woman better than you for him. Make him know what good sex is about. It won't be long till Sara will have a little playmate." Gillian smiled at that notion. She walked to her closet she pulled out a simple summer dress. A family of her own? That was something she'd always dreamed of. She fixed the dress to fit her body correctly as she turned back to Jack, "How many times do I have to do it to make sure I get pregnant?" Jack looked at her for a moment. For a split second she forgot that Gillian could be naïve at times. "Well, sometimes it only takes once. Jean and me got pregnant on our honeymoon." The only solution was to just make love every chance they got. That was something Gillian had no problem with doing.
Gillian sat in the rec room with Jack and Sara. She was angry and bored, Riddick still hadn't given her anything to do, but it wasn't like she was gonna do it anyway. She rather be working in the garden, than sitting in a room waiting for her 'master' to give her something to do. Every time she felt herself fume with anger she thought of what he did to her the night before and earlier that morning. Gillian held the image close until he finally came back for lunch. Riddick seemed to be no less affected than she was. He kept his head down, until he stood directly in front of her. Their gazes met, before she said, "Is there something you need?" she gave him a sultry look as they sat side by side. Riddick and Jean were still not talking to each other, but that didn't stop Jack and Gillian from talking. For the first time Riddick heard her laugh, it was like music to his ears. Hw wondered if he could ever make her laugh like that. She was beautiful when she smiled. It was like she glowed. Even some of her jokes she told were funny. He didn't let her know that though, he just hid a smirk behind his cup. Gillian was a vibrant woman who had more to offer than just her looks. Any man would be lucky to have her. "Sir," Jerome's voice pierced into Riddick's brain like a needle. "A messenger is here to see Mrs. Gillian," Glancing behind the servant she was surprised and glad to see Phil Wind. He helped with some of the yard work at the convent. "Phil!" she cried, stepping forwards from the table eagerly, only to be stopped in her tracks by Riddick. "Hold it!" he boomed, and then the dining room went silent. "Who are you, and what do you want with MY wife." "I'm sorry to barge in like this," Phil answered, his face gone white. "I came because the abbess sent me." Gillian watched as Riddick eased his tension. "Say what you have to say then leave!" he snapped. "No!" She protested, "You don't have to rush, just tell me what you have to tell me while we eat." Riddick exploded, "NO!" He leaned toward her; he yanked her back to his side. "Riddick, he's here for me! This is my business!" "Your business is mine!" he shouted back at her. "Go to your room Gillian." "I'm not going anywhere!" she shrieked in disbelief. Phil glanced back and forth at them before he stepped in. "I didn't mean to start trouble, it's just about how a man came asking questions about Gillian." They both stopped arguing enough to look at Phil. "Who?" Gillian asked. "He didn't say. Mr. Riddick, he came after word got around that you married Gillian. None of us have seen him before. He was very persistent on his questions. The abbess thought you should know." Riddick's eyes glinted behind his goggles with accusation as he swiveled toward Gillian, she could tell what he was thinking already. "I don't know who he is!" she shrieked. Turning to Jerome Riddick continued, "Tell Jarvis about the what's happened, tell him I want him to go to New Mecca and check around for this mysterious questioner." Riddick shot her a quick look. Gillian glared at him while Phil hurried to leave. Anger churned in her so forcefully that she would of done anything at that point to just knock the shit out of him. "Remember where and who you are," he warned.
Riddick slammed his shot glass down in anger. Although Edna came up to fill it he shook his head then turned to look at his wife. After hesitating, she rose and filled it for him, but not without giving him a nasty look. Gillian had gritted her teeth and glared. After she stared at him while he ate she finally said, "Riddick, I wana take a nap. Wana come?" Riddick felt his jaw drop open at the words, then he glanced up at her. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll come." He muttered and taking her arm, he led her up the stairs to their room. The short distance from the dining room to their room seemed like a hike through the desert. He walked behind her as her curves swayed back and forth. When they finally reached the room, Riddick's breath was short and shallow. Before he could do anything, she pulled his head down for a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth and pressed against him. Riddick cupped her ass and brought her against his erection. He grinded his hips beside hers, wanting and needing her so ferociously that he couldn't think. Breaking the kiss long enough to dim the lights he snatched the goggles off then quickly snatched her up and carried her to the bed. Falling on it with her he started to tear at his clothes. She stopped him and said, "Wait! Look I happen to like this dress, why don't you take off you clothes and I'll do the same, this way no one has ripped clothes to pick up later. He resisted and still tried to pull at her dress but she smacked his hands away." He finally complied, then he got back on t he bed then slowly he kissed her letting their tongue meet. He wasted no time with foreplay like he did this morning, but not as rough. It was slow and sweet until they both fell asleep.
Weeks Later
Riddick looked up as a cup was set in front of him, surprised to see it placed there by his wife's hand. In the past few weeks, he's grown less demanding of her during the day, but the nights were ALL his. "What's this?" "Something for your stomach." She whispered, and he could react, she put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as she passed. Riddick downed it in one gulp then deliberately began to lick his lips. He looked over at her where she was looking directly at him. It was a game between then, 'Who could get the other the hottest.' "I'm going to bed." He announced to everyone as he rose to leave. Gillian got up right after him but Jack stopped her. "I thought you were gonna watch a movie with me?" Jack said. Gillian looked at her husband then back at Jack, Riddick kept walking up the stairs. Gillian became desperate, "Jack, record it then we can see it later." With that Gillian ran to meet Riddick at the stairs. Jack called to her, "Okay, I see how it's gonna be!" Gillian called back, "I'm glad you understand!" with that there was a door slam. Jack smiled and shook her head.
Gillian watched as her husband dressed quickly and silently and stomped to the door. He stopped there for a moment, turned to fix his gaze on her, "Get up and do something, you're not gonna lay around all day. You got stuff to do, don't think I've forgotten what your place is in this house." As he turned back to leave Jack was already at the door with a big grin on her face. "Damnit Jack! Don't you have anything else better to do than to come here and bother us?" Jack looked up as if she were thinking and said, "Nope, notta thing, lucky you huh?" He sighs as he continued through the door then he stopped again and turned back once more and said, "I mean it Gillian, I want you dressed and downstairs in 30 minutes." The door slammed. Jack started to circle the room. "Speaking of lucky, just how lucky did you get?" Gillian laughed at the seriousness that was in Jack's voice. Gillian pulled her robe over herself as she moved to the bathroom. Jack followed behind her, "Oh no! You aren't getting off that easily. I want details miss!" Gillian stepped in the shower and began to tell Jack everything from last night up to when she caught them that morning. After Gillian got out Jack was almost clucking like a mother hen. "You see? I told you things would change. You're a beautiful girl Gill. Now all you have to do is make him an addict." Gillian froze at the last comment, "An addict?" "You know, make him feel like there's no other woman better than you for him. Make him know what good sex is about. It won't be long till Sara will have a little playmate." Gillian smiled at that notion. She walked to her closet she pulled out a simple summer dress. A family of her own? That was something she'd always dreamed of. She fixed the dress to fit her body correctly as she turned back to Jack, "How many times do I have to do it to make sure I get pregnant?" Jack looked at her for a moment. For a split second she forgot that Gillian could be naïve at times. "Well, sometimes it only takes once. Jean and me got pregnant on our honeymoon." The only solution was to just make love every chance they got. That was something Gillian had no problem with doing.
Gillian sat in the rec room with Jack and Sara. She was angry and bored, Riddick still hadn't given her anything to do, but it wasn't like she was gonna do it anyway. She rather be working in the garden, than sitting in a room waiting for her 'master' to give her something to do. Every time she felt herself fume with anger she thought of what he did to her the night before and earlier that morning. Gillian held the image close until he finally came back for lunch. Riddick seemed to be no less affected than she was. He kept his head down, until he stood directly in front of her. Their gazes met, before she said, "Is there something you need?" she gave him a sultry look as they sat side by side. Riddick and Jean were still not talking to each other, but that didn't stop Jack and Gillian from talking. For the first time Riddick heard her laugh, it was like music to his ears. Hw wondered if he could ever make her laugh like that. She was beautiful when she smiled. It was like she glowed. Even some of her jokes she told were funny. He didn't let her know that though, he just hid a smirk behind his cup. Gillian was a vibrant woman who had more to offer than just her looks. Any man would be lucky to have her. "Sir," Jerome's voice pierced into Riddick's brain like a needle. "A messenger is here to see Mrs. Gillian," Glancing behind the servant she was surprised and glad to see Phil Wind. He helped with some of the yard work at the convent. "Phil!" she cried, stepping forwards from the table eagerly, only to be stopped in her tracks by Riddick. "Hold it!" he boomed, and then the dining room went silent. "Who are you, and what do you want with MY wife." "I'm sorry to barge in like this," Phil answered, his face gone white. "I came because the abbess sent me." Gillian watched as Riddick eased his tension. "Say what you have to say then leave!" he snapped. "No!" She protested, "You don't have to rush, just tell me what you have to tell me while we eat." Riddick exploded, "NO!" He leaned toward her; he yanked her back to his side. "Riddick, he's here for me! This is my business!" "Your business is mine!" he shouted back at her. "Go to your room Gillian." "I'm not going anywhere!" she shrieked in disbelief. Phil glanced back and forth at them before he stepped in. "I didn't mean to start trouble, it's just about how a man came asking questions about Gillian." They both stopped arguing enough to look at Phil. "Who?" Gillian asked. "He didn't say. Mr. Riddick, he came after word got around that you married Gillian. None of us have seen him before. He was very persistent on his questions. The abbess thought you should know." Riddick's eyes glinted behind his goggles with accusation as he swiveled toward Gillian, she could tell what he was thinking already. "I don't know who he is!" she shrieked. Turning to Jerome Riddick continued, "Tell Jarvis about the what's happened, tell him I want him to go to New Mecca and check around for this mysterious questioner." Riddick shot her a quick look. Gillian glared at him while Phil hurried to leave. Anger churned in her so forcefully that she would of done anything at that point to just knock the shit out of him. "Remember where and who you are," he warned.
Riddick slammed his shot glass down in anger. Although Edna came up to fill it he shook his head then turned to look at his wife. After hesitating, she rose and filled it for him, but not without giving him a nasty look. Gillian had gritted her teeth and glared. After she stared at him while he ate she finally said, "Riddick, I wana take a nap. Wana come?" Riddick felt his jaw drop open at the words, then he glanced up at her. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll come." He muttered and taking her arm, he led her up the stairs to their room. The short distance from the dining room to their room seemed like a hike through the desert. He walked behind her as her curves swayed back and forth. When they finally reached the room, Riddick's breath was short and shallow. Before he could do anything, she pulled his head down for a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth and pressed against him. Riddick cupped her ass and brought her against his erection. He grinded his hips beside hers, wanting and needing her so ferociously that he couldn't think. Breaking the kiss long enough to dim the lights he snatched the goggles off then quickly snatched her up and carried her to the bed. Falling on it with her he started to tear at his clothes. She stopped him and said, "Wait! Look I happen to like this dress, why don't you take off you clothes and I'll do the same, this way no one has ripped clothes to pick up later. He resisted and still tried to pull at her dress but she smacked his hands away." He finally complied, then he got back on t he bed then slowly he kissed her letting their tongue meet. He wasted no time with foreplay like he did this morning, but not as rough. It was slow and sweet until they both fell asleep.
Weeks Later
Riddick looked up as a cup was set in front of him, surprised to see it placed there by his wife's hand. In the past few weeks, he's grown less demanding of her during the day, but the nights were ALL his. "What's this?" "Something for your stomach." She whispered, and he could react, she put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as she passed. Riddick downed it in one gulp then deliberately began to lick his lips. He looked over at her where she was looking directly at him. It was a game between then, 'Who could get the other the hottest.' "I'm going to bed." He announced to everyone as he rose to leave. Gillian got up right after him but Jack stopped her. "I thought you were gonna watch a movie with me?" Jack said. Gillian looked at her husband then back at Jack, Riddick kept walking up the stairs. Gillian became desperate, "Jack, record it then we can see it later." With that Gillian ran to meet Riddick at the stairs. Jack called to her, "Okay, I see how it's gonna be!" Gillian called back, "I'm glad you understand!" with that there was a door slam. Jack smiled and shook her head.