Chapter Seven

Mine All Mine

Jack's POV

I can see why he is drawn to her, addicted to her more than any woman who has ever passed through his life before. Men like him are always seeking the perfect woman to gratify them, to make them feel virile and indestructible. Pretty wasn't enough...she had to be beautiful. Kindness wasn't necessary...who wanted personality when you could have head turning temptation and a tireless sexual machine writhing beneath you?

His wife was a classically stunning woman, the perfect mate for him, the woman who took care of his household and had borne his children, but she was getting older, and men like him tired of their toys once they had some wear on them. Dainty's sister had captivated him for some time, a woman who was attractive and needy, which was what men like him wanted, but she had grown too attached, too dependent on him...not to mention too old...and he had swiftly traded her in for a younger, shinier model.

With his appetite for young, beautiful women, it wasn't hard to see why Rizzuto had courted the favor of Francesca Lipari. She was everything that he could want in a new lover. He was sure to be the envy of every man around him, considering that none of them possessed any emotions that didn't originate above the waist. The loss of Jelly Belly had been devastating to him, I'm sure, but the loss of affection and devotion from the stunning Francesca would be a severe blow that would tear at him and offer me a sweeter dose of revenge by far.

After several days of reconnaissance I discovered that while Francesca appeared beloved by most who knew her, there was one who not only hated her, but more than likely wished her dead. Well, I suppose there were two, if you counted Violet's sister, but she wasn't who I was referring to. Francesca had an older sister, Cecily, who had been engaged to marry a very handsome, very affluent man a couple of years back. Cecily was a good-looking woman, very pretty as a matter of fact, but she didn't possess the whomp, bam, boom cock grabbing splendor that surrounded Francesca, and it hadn't taken much convincing on Frannie's part to convince the man that she was the better catch. It's amazing what a naked woman can convince a man to do, especially if she's naked and sprawled out on the man's bed, all but begging him to take her hard and to take her fast...not that I have any personal experience with that sort of thing.

Long story short, Mr. Big Shot had dropped Cecily and had taken up with Francesca, desperate with the need to have the vixen that had so thoroughly captured his, uh, heart. Cecily had sworn revenge on both of them, and wouldn't you know it, shortly after that her ex-fiancé had turned up dead, his cock and balls crammed down his throat...yeech. I guess all of that about Hell having no fury where scorned women were concerned had some truth to it after all. Thus far, Francesca still lived and breathed, which was in my advantage since I intended to use her as part of my next plan of attack on Rizzuto.

She didn't just walk, she strolled, the unhurried measure of someone who was used to the world moving at her pace, those around her doing whatever they could to make sure that she needed nor wanted for anything...what a spoiled little brat. There was a time that I would have laid eyes on her and would have wanted her, during the time when my cock made those sorts of decisions for me, even though my brain and heart should have been firmly in charge. That was the time before a good woman had entered my life and for some reason, against all reason, she had wanted me. Now that I knew what a first-class woman was like, switching back to silicone enhanced sluts like Francesca would be like downgrading from Prime Rib to Spam.

I had gathered all the intelligence that I needed on Francesca...if you could actually apply that word anywhere near that vacuous twit...and had a short errand to run before I headed home to my dainty little girl. I felt guilty for leaving her alone so much, and I appreciated that she didn't question me on my whereabouts. I had come to the conclusion that she could use company, and had thought of a friend who could spend time with her, someone that I wouldn't be jealous of. I suppose that it was silly of me to even consider covetousness where Violet was concerned, after all, I was in no doubt of her attachment and her devotion to me, but I wasn't quite ready to share her any more than I had to at this point. I would bring her a new friend, but I would be sure to make it someone that she'd like less than me.

Violet's POV

There were times when I hated the rain, such as when it was accompanied by cold weather, or when I was already feeling blue, but today was different. This was a soft, melodious rain, a perfect complement to an afternoon nap, lazily whiling away the hours while I waited for my Jack to return. I had opened the windows, eager to experience the cool, moist breeze, and I indulged in the guilty pleasure of the chill as it brushed across my chest, in a soft and intimate caress, causing my nipples to tighten. I had been suffering from unfulfilled desire all through the day, having been denied my after lunch morsel of Jack, and I longed for him to return and ease the ache that intensified with every moment that passed by without him.

My heart leapt when I heard the front door open and close, and I jumped up from the couch, racing to the foyer to throw myself into his arms, but all I found was a box with a big purple bow attached, and I wondered where he could have gone to. I knew he had to have left the box there; it wasn't as though someone else had been able to, so I figured that he must have forgotten something outside.

I approached the box cautiously, knowing that I should wait for him, that I had no business opening the container myself, but I couldn't help being curious about what was inside, since it was wrapped up like a present. Gifts to me from my Jack were nothing new, to be honest he spoiled me, but this would be the largest present that I had ever received from him, if the box was a true indication of what was inside.

I stopped a foot short of the box, bending down to examine it closer, and a scream of terror tore from my lips as the box moved towards me. I don't know what I had expected the present to do, but I certainly hadn't anticipated that, and I turned to run when the thing that was alive within the box whimpered mournfully, and then barked at me.

"I think she's going to detonate if you don't open that box soon."

Jack's voice communicated his amusement over my distress, and I whirled around to see him squatting down by the entry of the kitchen. He had entered the house, leaving the box for me to find, then had hidden himself from view, the little sneak.

"You scared me half to death Jack," I hissed, turning back to look at the box that was now trembling as a burst of yips started anew, the pitch of yelping growing sharper as the little one demanded that its presence be acknowledged.

"Don't even joke about that," he answered angrily, a tone that I'd never heard before, well, at least, never directed at me. "That will never be an option for you, not as long as I'm around."

I hadn't even thought about what I'd said, it was just one of those things that people did without thinking. It was obvious by the look on his face, however, that I should watch what I said in the future.

"I'm sorry sweetie," I said, turning from the box to walk towards him, but the little whiner inside must have heard my departure and its wailing intensified to a level that bespoke of heartrending misery, at the very least. Jack looked towards the box, grabbing his ears dramatically, and begged me to let the beast out before his eardrums ruptured.

I bent down in front of the box, slowly untying the bow, and watched the cardboard that was shaking in a way that reminded me of something that was just about to explode nervously, fearful that it might explode before I had a chance to open it.

"Careful Dainty," Jack told me, standing, and then backing towards the wall. "She's kind of slobbery and very, uh, enthusiastic."

I didn't have time to back up once I'd untied the ribbon, the top of the box burst open and I was nearly knocked flat on my back by a wiggly, and yes, slobbery, mass of chocolate brown that would have resembled a sweet-faced Labrador were she to stand still long enough.

I finally managed to wrap my arms around her, and received many swipes of a warm and sticky tongue across both cheeks and then one particularly nasty lick that explored the inside of my mouth, which made me gag.

"It's a good thing she's a girl doggie," Jack said, snickering while I retched. "If a male had done that I might have been a little jealous."

"Hardee-har-har," I replied, wiping the sticky goo off of my mouth. I looked sternly at my new present, but my determination to appear hardhearted died a quick death as I stared into sweet blue-grey doggie eyes, which were glued onto mine, and I would have sworn that she actually looked repentant.

She had a purple ribbon tied around her neck, which had a heart shaped piece of paper attached to it. There was something written on the paper, which I assumed was a gift tag.

I've seen roses that are red; it breaks my heart when my baby girl is blue.

Today, tomorrow, for all time, my heart will belong to you.

My eyes teared up, and a huge lump formed in my throat. There was no denying that my Jack was a romantic man, and he had a seemingly magical ability to always show me that I was special to him. "Oh, Jack," I said, feeling like a ninny as the tears started to spill down my cheeks.

"Oh crap," Jack whispered, looking stricken as he stared at me. "I told that dog that you wouldn't like that poem. I tried to stop her from writing it, but she wouldn't listen to me."

I stood up and walked over to where he was standing, looking dejected and forlorn. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and stood on my tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips. "Yeech Dainty," he said, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. "Doggie slobbers are swimming with germs."

I smiled and kissed him once more, parting his lips and inviting his tongue out to play so that he could fully share in the drool and the germs. He whimpered deep in his throat, pulling me up close in his arms. Our bodies heated, and we forgot all about our houseguest until she jumped between us, breaking apart our embrace. "Meddlesome mutt," Jack hissed, pushing her away with his foot.

"Be nice to the baby," I chided, bending down to scratch between her ears. "She wants attention just the same as you do."

"I doubt that," he muttered, but the irritation of his voice was belied by the softness in his eyes as he bent to pet her as well.

"Did you get her any food?" I asked, looking around for any other packages that may have escaped my notice.

"Yes, Violet," he answered exasperatedly, pointing to a box just inside the kitchen. "I'm not a complete imbecile, you know."

I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to dignify that remark with an answer, and opened the box of doggie goodies to dig out the bowls for food and water. I provided her with an unappetizing, at least to me, meal of beef and liver chunks in gravy, and she pounced on it as though I had offered her a rib-eye steak. Jack stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching me closely, and I walked over to him, sliding my arms around his waist once more.

"I loved the poem sweetie," I said, running my hands in circles against his back. His body melted against me, breath that had been pent-up inside him escaping in a whoosh of relief.

"I told her that you would...the mutt, you know...but she said that it would be way too mushy and gooey. I said that she didn't know anything about what human women like, and that my poetry was flowery, not mushy or gooey."

I laughed and hugged him closer, rubbing my nose against his chest. He smelled heavenly, just as he always did. I felt him stiffen for a moment, and I pulled back to look at him, wondering what could be wrong now. He didn't hold my eyes as he normally would; instead his gaze darted back and forth, all around the room as though he were nervous about something.

"What's the matter sweetie?" I asked, worried that something bad had happened, and he was afraid to tell me.

"I got something else today," he whispered, his eyes still shifting from one thing to another. "But I'm afraid to show it to you, because I'm afraid that you'll get mad at me."

I calmed a little at this, having prepared myself for something horrible. "I won't get mad at you," I answered. "I promise."

His eyes moved towards me, holding my gaze directly as he reached inside his coat and removed a small box of...condoms. He swallowed with what looked to be some difficulty, obviously waiting for me to tear into him. I had to admit that he caught me completely off guard, after all he had seemed dead set against the "all the way" thing, but I certainly wasn't upset by the sight of those prophylactics...I was thrilled.

I backed away from him slowly, my hand clutching his tightly. "Well, are we going to stand here and look at that box, or are we going to put what's inside of it to good use?"

Jack's POV

I was dumbfounded for a moment, but recovered quickly as her words sank in, and the fact that she seemed willing, eager, even, to be with me. I swept her up in my arms, bridal style, and hurried toward our bedroom, doing my best to walk and not run. I had been so worried that she would be disgusted by what I had in mind, that I'd be pushing her too far, too fast. I had fought with my continuous hunger for her, against my appetite growing more voracious with each passing day, and I wasn't sated, wasn't fulfilled with holding all of my needs at bay any longer.

I had argued with myself that I was rushing things, that I should buck up and employ a little self-restraint, but the contention fell on deaf ears where my manhood was concerned. That part of me put up a very persuasive rationale that while Violet and I enjoyed numerous daily dalliances, they weren't quite proficient at "scratching the itch", shall we say, to the fullest extent any longer. To put it crudely, I was a famished man, and the only thing that would satisfy my hunger rested between my Dainty's thighs, and I wanted to enjoy it in a new fashion. I wanted to sample her, to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. I needed to feel her warmth, her wetness on my most intimate flesh, to feel her silken clutch grasp me rhythmically as we culminated our desire for one another. I yearned for her to tell me she loved me as I crossed her threshold, watching her eyes go blind as I swept her toward her release.

Violet's untouched entrance and the fact that I would be causing her some amount of pain along with the pleasure I hoped I'd bring her was a nearly overwhelming fear for me. I had zero experience where deflowering virgins was concerned, and I'd had horrifying visions of damaging her in ways that were irreparable running through my head since I'd purchased the contraceptives. I'd briefly considered purchasing some of the "makes her hot, makes her come" lubricant in addition to the condoms, but such a purchase would have been a definite blow to my virility. If I wasn't capable of providing adequate foreplay to arouse her enough that she could supply her own lubrication, and then if I was incapable of providing her with an orgasm, I determined that I had no business making love to her.

The bed was made, everything neat and in its place when we reached the bedroom. The air was cool, damp from the afternoon showers, and Violet shivered a little, goose bumps breaking on her arms. I hoped to put a few of those on her body myself before I was through, and I slowly laid her down on the bed, my blood heating as I saw the flesh of her bared thighs, the material of her dress providing an immodest amount of cover, and a jolt of need seized me as I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties either.

It probably would have been more romantic to start things off with a gentle kiss on her mouth, but there was a curiosity in me that demanded to be heard, and I kneeled on the bed between her thighs, nearly choking on my need to taste her. She must have recognized the look in my eyes, the one that meant that her clothes were just about to be ruined, because she sat up quickly and drew the dress up and off of her body. I tore at my own clothes, jumping off the bed to remove my pants, and then knelt once more between her thighs, the box of condoms waiting an easy distance from the bed.

She was so pretty, such a weak descriptive, really, but I wasn't really in the mood at that moment to think of a stronger one. I lay down on the bed, my head resting between her soft and silky thighs, and surveyed that which belonged to me, that was mine for the taking, and wondered how a weirdo like me had ever managed to get so lucky. My hands traced over her warm flesh, gently parting her legs, so that there wouldn't be any hindrances to my explorations, and after softly, lingeringly tracing my lips over each thigh, delivered the most intimate kiss that a man could give to a woman.

Her fingers had twined in my hair as I'd ran my mouth along her thighs, and they gripped and held the strands, very hard, as I began to introduce her to what I hoped would be a satisfying round of lip service. In this way I was just as much of a virgin as she was, because I'd never had any desire to engage in any oral arrangements with any of my past conquests, and I suppose that was the difference right there…Violet wasn't just faceless, nameless conquest, she was my lover, the only one that I ever intended to have.

I found that it was a habit that I could quickly become accustomed, possibly even addicted, to. I enjoyed the taste of her, but even more than that, I loved the way that she clung to me, the way that she moved beneath my mouth, and I especially savored the sounds that I brought forth from her, the tiny, breathless whimpers that grew in strength, in intensity, until she was crying out in ecstatic abandonment, and her cries of release reverberated all throughout the room, leaving me with no doubts that I had satisfied her completely.

Now was the moment, now was the perfect time to proceed, while she was panting and sated and primed to receive me. My hands were weak, and awkward as I jerked the condom into place, and I moved to lie between her thighs, running my mouth, and my teeth, and my tongue, over her neck, nibbling and tasting and teasing, closing my eyes tight as I slowly and surely made my way inside of her silken warmth, gritting my teeth in a desperate bid to keep control of myself, so that I wouldn't be rough, or careless, or a perfectly selfish bastard who was determined to release himself before she'd found her own moment.

Now, I don't want to sound like I'm conceited, but I knew that mine was a large penis, and I knew that I'd hurt her, and it was the most difficult thing that I'd ever had to face. What in hell had I been thinking? My prowess at foreplay had been a joke this time around, because I'd only scratched the surface of what was possible before I'd moved on to the main event, and I deserved to feel like a worm. I could hear each hitch in her breathing, I could feel each suppressed sob, and I welcomed the guilt that accompanied those revelations, knowing that I didn't deserve her, that I was unworthy of her, and that if she was to leave me it would be the best thing that she could do for herself.

"Do you want me to stop, Dainty?" I whispered, knowing, even as I made the offer, that it would be a personal hell for me to do so, but that was what I deserved. "Just say the word as I'll leave you alone, I'll stay away from you until, well, that is, if you want me….."

"I do want you, sweetie," she said, reaching up with her hands to take hold of my cheeks, running her thumbs over my hated, cursed scars. "And why would I want you to stop now, when we haven't finished what we started. I just want you to kiss me, Jack. I'm hurting right now, but a kiss would make me feel better…your kisses always make me feel better."

Of course a kiss would make her feel better. What sort of jag off went about loving a woman without the benefit of at least one kiss? It would seem that I was more of a douchebag than what I'd originally believed, but if she wanted me to stay as I was, if she didn't want me to stop, hell, if she just wanted me period then I was going to make certain that I did things right from there on out, and poured every last bit of my love and devotion into the kiss that I gave her in that moment, cherishing and savoring her lips as though I'd never done so before.

Moments passed while we tasted one another, starting slowly and building until we were both feverish and desperate for the contact with the other, and that was when she began to move, tentatively searching out a rhythm with me, and I gritted my teeth against the inevitable rush of heat that swept through me because of the shy ebb and flow, the grasp and the release as she took the reins firmly in her small hands.

In all of my previous experiences I'd never wanted to look at the face of the one that I was with, I never wanted to read their emotions in their eyes or watch as they were plunged into ecstasy, but this was different. I stared down into Violet's eyes as I made love to her and reveled in what I saw staring back at me, from the deep depths of her soul. I lost myself in all of her emotions, and basked in the knowledge that I was just as priceless to her as she was to me, that we weren't two lovers anymore, but one consciousness, moving together in symmetry.

I watched her eyes brighten, then grow slumberous, only to widen, moments before they went blind and she wound her legs around my waist and grasped hold of my shoulders, then my hair as she cried out, over and over again, pushing me toward my own moment, and I was shocked to hear my own shouts of ecstasy join and mingle with hers in a chorus all our own, hanging still in the air, then gradually dying away to the sounds of gasps and murmured sighs of contentment.

My heart was pounding in my ears and I was gasping for breath as I fell down beside her on the bed, grabbing her up in my arms, kissing her everywhere that I could reach. "I love you so much," I whispered, capturing her lips tenderly. She kissed me back, moaning quietly as she turned on her side, muscles that hadn't really been used before today, at least not in the way that we had just used them, protesting the movement. "I love you too sweetie," she murmured.

We were both completely relaxed by this time, and were beginning to drift off to sleep when a pitiful whimper sounded from the floor beside the bed. I hadn't even thought about the dog being in the house...my mind had been just a little preoccupied, and I certainly hadn't known that she had entered the bedroom. I was a little uncomfortable about the idea of her watching us, mostly watching my naked backside, for all that time. I rarely blushed, it just wasn't my style, but I knew my face was red as I leaned over to meet the all-seeing puppy eyes of our new roommate.

"She ate my shorts," I whispered disbelievingly. "You fed her that dog food, and she came here and ate my underwear for dessert."

Violet sat up in the bed to look down at the mutt, laughing hysterically at the sight of the little beast, who managed to look both angelic and demonic at the same time, with purple silk shreds of what remained of my boxers hanging out of her mouth.

"Oh the poor wittle baby," Violet cooed, causing the mutt to grow even more doe-eyed. "She was lonely and we probably scared her out of her mind with the racket that we were making."

I turned my head to look at her, certain that she had just gone completely around the bend. "Are you suggesting that she was terrified by the "racket" as you said, and her reaction was to attack my boxer shirts...in self-defense?"

She giggled again, taking a good amount of enjoyment from my growing temper. "Yeah, something like that," she answered. "Why don't you let her in the bed so she knows that everything's okay and that we still love her."

Love the dog...was she actually serious? "I bought her a bed to sleep in," I replied peevishly. "Besides which, you're naked, I'm naked, and that's just freaky."

"She can sleep on top of the covers," she answered in a no-nonsense tone that told me she'd made her mind up and that was that. "Besides which, it's not like she knows that we're naked, sweetie."

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, gathering my self-control. It wasn't like I was bothered by the thought of the beast seeing me naked; it was the thought that she might see my dangling...uh, appendage...and decide that it was one of her new chew toys. I knew it was a moot point, and that Violet was using the advantage of post loving glow to bend me to her will. In the end I reached down and hoisted the mutt up into the bed, with a warning for her not to pee or poo in the bed, and also to keep her tongue, teeth, paws...everything...to herself.

I left the bed momentarily to cleanse myself, and get a washcloth for Violet, and after everything had been put back in order, I returned to find my Dainty fast asleep on her pillow, which was to be expected, and that mutt laying on my side of the bed, her head on my pillow, fast asleep as well. I was tempted to boot her out now that Violet was asleep, but I just couldn't muster the cruelty necessary to do so, and though I pissed and moaned plenty about the little beast beneath my breath, I took my place in the center of the bed.

I soon found myself the official cuddly teddy bear to the girls, both the one that I was in love with and the little intruder, who seemed to adore me in spite of my best efforts to push her away. They both clung to me tightly and I realized that I was loved, I was wanted and needed, and I was the center of the universe as far as these two were concerned. What more could a man ask for than that?