Chapter 6
A/N: Okay, this chapter is twisted, I mean truly twisted, but don't worry T lo nor EM get beating or abused in this chapter. Also it will give you some enlighten on Whitney's character and how she deals into this story as a main character. ENJOY!!!
"Theresa, hey.", Whitney greeted.
"Whit, sorry it took me so long, I over sleep.", Theresa told her.
"That's okay.", Whitney replied forcing a smile on her lips, she was furious she was more than furious, Theresa was late which made her late.
Fox came in behind Theresa and noticed his wife' Angier masked face.
"Whit, you can go now, Theresa's here. Wouldn't want to be any later would you?", Fox asked, smiling at her.
"Theresa, I'll see you later.", Whitney told her, scramming out the door.
"Daddy, daddy.", Candela exclaimed running to him.
"Hey, sleepy head, you want to go play with your uncle Ethan?", Fox asked, scooping her up in his arms.
"Yup, but, I haven't had breakfast yet.", Candela told him.
"Neither has Ethan Martin, why don't you all go watch TV. What do you want cereal or eggs?", Theresa asked.
"Eggs, sunny side up.", Candela told her.
"Cereal.", Ethan Martin told her.
"Cheerios?", Theresa asked.
"Whatever.", Ethan Martin replied.
"Okay, Fox will you help me?", Theresa asked.
"Okay, I'll do the eggs you do the cereal.", Fox told her.
"Deal.", Theresa told him.
"Ethan, sorry I'm late.", Whitney told him, walking in his office and removing her coat, Ethan smirked when he noticed she was clothed in nothing,
"You like?", Whitney smirked.
"Come to daddy.", Ethan exclaimed pulling her to him.
Whitney let out a giggle. "Do you want to know how bad of a girl I've been?"
"How bad?", Ethan asked, his hands roaming her breast.
"Very, very bad. In fact I think a spankin' would be in order.", Whitney smirked, grabbing he whip that he had store in his desk.
"Oh, la la.", Ethan exclaimed.
Whitney watch as he took the whip and threw her over his knee and spanked her. Whitney giggled and then got on her knees in front of him.
"Big E, needs some head.", Whitney told him, massaging his hard shaft.
"And, you do it best, baby.", Ethan told her, pushing her mouth on his dick, Whitney began by licking the head then, she put all of him in her mouth and to suck him hard and fast, causing him to bust a nut all over her face.
"Oh, God. Whitney, I love it when you get it all over you."
"And, I love it when I get it up.", Whitney told him, licking is boxers clean and the began too lick the sides of her mouth.
Ethan howled out in laughter, then pulled her ass up against his erosion.
"Doggy style, baby.", Ethan howled before going in to her from the behind.
Whitney looked up at him and smiled as he went into her back side
Whitney moaned in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as Ethan began to move in and out of her.
"Pain is love.", Ethan told her, kissing her lips, after he was done.
Whitney wiped her eyes; she had loved every twisted thing Ethan had done to her.
"Where's the stuff?", Whitney asked, placing her coat back on.
"Right, here.", Ethan told her, handing her the bag of powdery stuff
Whitney reach for the bag.
"Not so fast.", Ethan smirked, then forced her coat away again and his self into her wet center.
"Oh.", Whitney groaned.
"fk me.", Ethan demanded. "fk me."
Whitney smiled climbing on top of him and began to move in a fast movement with him, each thus being harder and harder till she felt as if she could die. Ethan smiled at the sheer pleasurable pain on her face and began to smack her ass, urging her to go on and to move faster.
Then, in a swift second before she even knew it he threw her to the floor.
"Don't want no little mixed bastard running around do we?", Ethan asked.
Whitney just look at him. "Here.", he told her throwing the bag in her face.
"Thank you.", Whitney told him.
"You come back now, you hear.", Ethan smirked. "I'll call in you in a few."
Whitney nodded.
"Theresa, can't do it like you. Whitney, you're ever man's dream. You're the perfect whore."
Whitney just looked at him. "I'm nothing like my mother."
"Yeah, sure.", Ethan smirked,
"But, who could blame Fox, you give head like a man could only imagine.", Ethan exclaimed. "Maybe what they say is true the apple don't fall far from the tree."
"You bastard.", Whitney replied, drawing her hand back to smack him.
"Do and you'll die. Maybe, you should ask Theresa what I'm capable of?", Ethan replied, cockily.
"What are you…", Whitney asked.
"I gave her the best beating of her life her and her bastard son.", Ethan bragged, thinking back to the look of fear in the boys eyes as he got up to his feet only to be knocked back to the ground.
"Fox will…", Whitney replied.
"Do nothing if he's smart.", Ethan replied. "If he tries to cross me he'll die."
"You're evil.", Whitney told him.
"And, your point is my crack whore?", Ethan asked.
"You'll kill your own brother? I mean really kill him, Ethan he's your blood.", Whitney told him.
"Mind, your own business. How do you think Fox will react to you're cocaine addiction? To the fact you do as I say just for a fix? That Makita may not be his child?", Ethan asked. "Or to the fact you don't work as a singer, but as a whore that does anything for drugs."
"I get your point.", Whitney told her.
"You need not cross me, my dear. Cause in the end you will lose everything. Your husband, your children, your singing career, that is what is left of it. You are to strung out to sing most of the time.", Ethan told her.
"Ethan, please you…", Whitney began.
"Can't? Is that the word you were going to say next? Whitney I'll do as I please.", Ethan told her. "Alistair maybe gone from Harmony, but a new power now reigns I do as I want when I want and there isn't a damn thing you, Fox or Theresa can do about it. I hold all your lives in my hands."
Whitney breathed in a sigh, then Ethan took her lips in a cold harsh kiss.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was the kiss of death.", Whitney told him,with a mocking laugh.
"Could be.", Ethan hissed, he laughed as the mocking glee she had in her eye was replaced by sheer, ice cold fear, the same fear he often laughed at when it came in his wife's eyes or stepson's. Fear, fear was what gave him a high. Not, beer or crack, weed, or pills, nothing but, fear. Fear was his new addiction he loved to put the fear of God in people.
"But, nah, Whitney you get to live another day.", Ethan told her. "For now.", he added, and laughed when he saw the fear resurface. He was God; he was the ruler of so many lives.
Whitney nodded.
"Now, get out of my sight you, dick sucking whore."
"The kids are playing.", Fox whispered to Theresa who had her back to him doing the dishes.
"And, Mister Crane what are you insinuating?", Theresa giggled turning and wiped her hands on the dishtowel.
"That we could do this.", Fox exclaimed, pulling her to him and taking her lips with his own, the kiss quickly became sinful and both were in a frenzy trying to tear away each other's clothing.
He gently threw her down on the table knocking the glasses off the table as he did so; the he took his mouth and began to kiss his way down her almost naked body.
"Get me pregnant.", Theresa hissed, causing him to grow harder,
"Yes, ma'am.", Fox replied, pulling her on top of him, he gently removed her bra and took her breast in his hands. He took his hands and massaged her nipples till they were like tiny buds under his fingernail tips, causing her to let out a low moan
Taking her hands she quickly got rid of the boxers that keep him from entering her and with one quick thus he was enter her wet center that had been anxiously intimating him.
"You are so wet...", Fox growled, feeling her walls close around him.
"For you and you alone, no one else excites me like you.", Theresa sighed, as she felt him come in her and she reach her climax as well.
Silently she prayed to be pregnant, to have his child grow in her, to have proof of there love consummated.
A/N 2: Okay, going to stop here the next chapter will be up soon. Also, keep up the wonderful reviews. BTW, I absolutely suck a smut or anything therefore or related to. So please be nice I know it suxs, but hopefully I'll get better at it. Jess
A/N: Okay, this chapter is twisted, I mean truly twisted, but don't worry T lo nor EM get beating or abused in this chapter. Also it will give you some enlighten on Whitney's character and how she deals into this story as a main character. ENJOY!!!
"Theresa, hey.", Whitney greeted.
"Whit, sorry it took me so long, I over sleep.", Theresa told her.
"That's okay.", Whitney replied forcing a smile on her lips, she was furious she was more than furious, Theresa was late which made her late.
Fox came in behind Theresa and noticed his wife' Angier masked face.
"Whit, you can go now, Theresa's here. Wouldn't want to be any later would you?", Fox asked, smiling at her.
"Theresa, I'll see you later.", Whitney told her, scramming out the door.
"Daddy, daddy.", Candela exclaimed running to him.
"Hey, sleepy head, you want to go play with your uncle Ethan?", Fox asked, scooping her up in his arms.
"Yup, but, I haven't had breakfast yet.", Candela told him.
"Neither has Ethan Martin, why don't you all go watch TV. What do you want cereal or eggs?", Theresa asked.
"Eggs, sunny side up.", Candela told her.
"Cereal.", Ethan Martin told her.
"Cheerios?", Theresa asked.
"Whatever.", Ethan Martin replied.
"Okay, Fox will you help me?", Theresa asked.
"Okay, I'll do the eggs you do the cereal.", Fox told her.
"Deal.", Theresa told him.
"Ethan, sorry I'm late.", Whitney told him, walking in his office and removing her coat, Ethan smirked when he noticed she was clothed in nothing,
"You like?", Whitney smirked.
"Come to daddy.", Ethan exclaimed pulling her to him.
Whitney let out a giggle. "Do you want to know how bad of a girl I've been?"
"How bad?", Ethan asked, his hands roaming her breast.
"Very, very bad. In fact I think a spankin' would be in order.", Whitney smirked, grabbing he whip that he had store in his desk.
"Oh, la la.", Ethan exclaimed.
Whitney watch as he took the whip and threw her over his knee and spanked her. Whitney giggled and then got on her knees in front of him.
"Big E, needs some head.", Whitney told him, massaging his hard shaft.
"And, you do it best, baby.", Ethan told her, pushing her mouth on his dick, Whitney began by licking the head then, she put all of him in her mouth and to suck him hard and fast, causing him to bust a nut all over her face.
"Oh, God. Whitney, I love it when you get it all over you."
"And, I love it when I get it up.", Whitney told him, licking is boxers clean and the began too lick the sides of her mouth.
Ethan howled out in laughter, then pulled her ass up against his erosion.
"Doggy style, baby.", Ethan howled before going in to her from the behind.
Whitney looked up at him and smiled as he went into her back side
Whitney moaned in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as Ethan began to move in and out of her.
"Pain is love.", Ethan told her, kissing her lips, after he was done.
Whitney wiped her eyes; she had loved every twisted thing Ethan had done to her.
"Where's the stuff?", Whitney asked, placing her coat back on.
"Right, here.", Ethan told her, handing her the bag of powdery stuff
Whitney reach for the bag.
"Not so fast.", Ethan smirked, then forced her coat away again and his self into her wet center.
"Oh.", Whitney groaned.
"fk me.", Ethan demanded. "fk me."
Whitney smiled climbing on top of him and began to move in a fast movement with him, each thus being harder and harder till she felt as if she could die. Ethan smiled at the sheer pleasurable pain on her face and began to smack her ass, urging her to go on and to move faster.
Then, in a swift second before she even knew it he threw her to the floor.
"Don't want no little mixed bastard running around do we?", Ethan asked.
Whitney just look at him. "Here.", he told her throwing the bag in her face.
"Thank you.", Whitney told him.
"You come back now, you hear.", Ethan smirked. "I'll call in you in a few."
Whitney nodded.
"Theresa, can't do it like you. Whitney, you're ever man's dream. You're the perfect whore."
Whitney just looked at him. "I'm nothing like my mother."
"Yeah, sure.", Ethan smirked,
"But, who could blame Fox, you give head like a man could only imagine.", Ethan exclaimed. "Maybe what they say is true the apple don't fall far from the tree."
"You bastard.", Whitney replied, drawing her hand back to smack him.
"Do and you'll die. Maybe, you should ask Theresa what I'm capable of?", Ethan replied, cockily.
"What are you…", Whitney asked.
"I gave her the best beating of her life her and her bastard son.", Ethan bragged, thinking back to the look of fear in the boys eyes as he got up to his feet only to be knocked back to the ground.
"Fox will…", Whitney replied.
"Do nothing if he's smart.", Ethan replied. "If he tries to cross me he'll die."
"You're evil.", Whitney told him.
"And, your point is my crack whore?", Ethan asked.
"You'll kill your own brother? I mean really kill him, Ethan he's your blood.", Whitney told him.
"Mind, your own business. How do you think Fox will react to you're cocaine addiction? To the fact you do as I say just for a fix? That Makita may not be his child?", Ethan asked. "Or to the fact you don't work as a singer, but as a whore that does anything for drugs."
"I get your point.", Whitney told her.
"You need not cross me, my dear. Cause in the end you will lose everything. Your husband, your children, your singing career, that is what is left of it. You are to strung out to sing most of the time.", Ethan told her.
"Ethan, please you…", Whitney began.
"Can't? Is that the word you were going to say next? Whitney I'll do as I please.", Ethan told her. "Alistair maybe gone from Harmony, but a new power now reigns I do as I want when I want and there isn't a damn thing you, Fox or Theresa can do about it. I hold all your lives in my hands."
Whitney breathed in a sigh, then Ethan took her lips in a cold harsh kiss.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was the kiss of death.", Whitney told him,with a mocking laugh.
"Could be.", Ethan hissed, he laughed as the mocking glee she had in her eye was replaced by sheer, ice cold fear, the same fear he often laughed at when it came in his wife's eyes or stepson's. Fear, fear was what gave him a high. Not, beer or crack, weed, or pills, nothing but, fear. Fear was his new addiction he loved to put the fear of God in people.
"But, nah, Whitney you get to live another day.", Ethan told her. "For now.", he added, and laughed when he saw the fear resurface. He was God; he was the ruler of so many lives.
Whitney nodded.
"Now, get out of my sight you, dick sucking whore."
"The kids are playing.", Fox whispered to Theresa who had her back to him doing the dishes.
"And, Mister Crane what are you insinuating?", Theresa giggled turning and wiped her hands on the dishtowel.
"That we could do this.", Fox exclaimed, pulling her to him and taking her lips with his own, the kiss quickly became sinful and both were in a frenzy trying to tear away each other's clothing.
He gently threw her down on the table knocking the glasses off the table as he did so; the he took his mouth and began to kiss his way down her almost naked body.
"Get me pregnant.", Theresa hissed, causing him to grow harder,
"Yes, ma'am.", Fox replied, pulling her on top of him, he gently removed her bra and took her breast in his hands. He took his hands and massaged her nipples till they were like tiny buds under his fingernail tips, causing her to let out a low moan
Taking her hands she quickly got rid of the boxers that keep him from entering her and with one quick thus he was enter her wet center that had been anxiously intimating him.
"You are so wet...", Fox growled, feeling her walls close around him.
"For you and you alone, no one else excites me like you.", Theresa sighed, as she felt him come in her and she reach her climax as well.
Silently she prayed to be pregnant, to have his child grow in her, to have proof of there love consummated.
A/N 2: Okay, going to stop here the next chapter will be up soon. Also, keep up the wonderful reviews. BTW, I absolutely suck a smut or anything therefore or related to. So please be nice I know it suxs, but hopefully I'll get better at it. Jess