Charles’s office was a storefront building in the heart of downtown.  Although it was nothing like the mammoth corporation his kid brother Mick ran, nor was it anywhere near how the Gabrinis rolled, it was exactly how business was done in Jericho.  If you were big and bad, you never had to say a word.  It was known.  It was understood.  You needn’t build a building the size of a street block to prove it.  It was the Jericho way.

Charles opened his office door, for Jenay to walk in ahead of him, just as his secretary and receptionist were leaving for the evening.

“Mrs. Sinatra, hi,” the secretary said.  “It’s so good to see you again!  It’s been a while.”

“That boss of yours is rarely in town.  That’s the reason.”

“Oh, here we go,” Charles said with a smile, and the ladies laughed.

“Is there anything you need before we leave, sir?” the receptionist asked.

“No, I’m good.  Thanks.  Have a good night.”

“You, too, sir,” she responded, and the two ladies left.

Charles locked his office door, turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and Jenay began heading toward the hall.

“Where are you going?” Charles asked, as he headed for his office in the back.

“To use the restroom,” Jenay said.

He watched her as she sashayed those hips and made her way down the hall.  He loved the way her pretty face lit up when she saw him waiting for her at work.  When they first met, she was a woman who had known nothing but pain in her relationships.  He was a man who wasn’t interested in a relationship at all.  He just wanted to fuck her.  But her warmth, her sweetness and integrity, and, yes, her smoking hot body, changed his mind.  Now she was everything he could ever want in a woman and then some.

But it was also a truth he had to constantly remind himself, especially when he was out of town on those business trips where the temptations were insane.  But it was Jenay he wanted, he thought, as he watched her tight ass in that form-fitting, tight dress she wore.  He wanted her, and fell so madly in love with her early on that he broke his own rule to never marry again after that disaster that was his first marriage, and married her.

He headed to his office.  He had to get those repair acquisitions into the computer tonight so that his work crew could get on them first thing in the morning, and he also needed to initiate an eviction notice for that damn scoundrel Jesse Colbert.  And then they’d be on their way.

But when Jenay walked out of the restroom and made her way to his office, she stood in the doorway staring at him.  The idea that he would pick her up to take her to dinner, to Campion’s, shouldn’t be a big deal to her.  He was her husband, after all.  Wasn’t that what husbands did?

But lately they’d both been so busy that going to dinner never crossed their minds.  But Jenay was beginning to feel the neglect.  She was beginning to feel as if Charles was on the road so much that she was a single parent raising their youngest child, Bonita, alone.  And that was a difficult feeling.

And she also couldn’t help but wonder about all those nights Charles was alone on the road.  She was no fool living under a rock.  She knew what those females were capable of.  And she absolutely knew what Charles was capable of: to this day he had an incredibly strong sexual appetite.  She often wondered if she was enough to satisfy it.

But as she pushed from the doorjamb and began walking toward his desk, she began to wonder differently.  Because she could feel him.  Not in a literal sense.  In a sexual sense.  She could feel what she could only describe as his animalistic magnetism.  They had a strong sensual connection, even though he was busy banging away at the computer and wasn’t even looking at her.  But he felt her too.  She could sense it.  Because just when it was feeling oh-so sensual to her, he looked up.  And she saw the lust in his eyes too.

But this time, she knew it needed to be all about him.  Every time he came back home from one of his road trips, he’d mark her sexually.  He’d brand her as his own all over again.  He even admitted to her, once, that that was exactly what he was doing.

“It’s a reminder,” he once said to her.

“About what?”

“About us.  About you understanding, and every male fucker out there understanding, that you are not available.  They can’t have you.  You’re mine.  And will always be mine.”

Jenay remembered laughing when he made that admission.  She thought it was so sweet.  But now, as she approached his desk and could see that thickness between his legs, she realized it was no laughing matter.  And sweet?  Fuck that.  Because she needed to brand him this time.  She needed all of those bitches out there, who might have designs on her man, to understand that he was hers.  But more than that, she felt, as she turned his chair toward her, and got down on her knees, she needed him, most of all, to understand it too.

Charles felt a surge of joy when Jenay unzipped his pants.  He had been working, at his computer, when she just walked right up, turned him toward her, and got on her knees.  He knew what she was about to do, and his dick was hardening at just the anticipation.  And when she did it.  When his beloved placed her mouth on his penis and began to turn it side to side as she fucked the hell out of it, he laid his head all the way back in unrestraint euphoria.

“Ah, Jenay.  Yes, baby. Ah, yes.  Yes, babe.  Yes!”

And Jenay did him the way she knew he liked it.  She went all the way with him.  First, she licked and sucked and twisted that hard rod from side to side.  And then she let him push it in and out of her, mouthfucking her.  And then she took it in, in again, and all the way in, and allowed him to mouth-fuck her deep down, without gaging once.

But when Charles was ready to cum, he wasn’t about to leave her out.  Especially since he couldn’t wait to get all the way inside of her.

He lifted her up and dropped her panties.  She stepped out of her bikini panties and kicked them aside.  He lifted her dress and rubbed her vagina as he stared into her beautiful eyes.  And then he leaned down and ate her.

Jenay rubbed his hair and leaned back against the desk as he inflamed her vagina with his mouth.  She was panting, barely able to breath, as he ate her.  She was saying his name, and inhaling and exhaling in hard bursts, as he did her.  She almost came.

But then he stopped, lifted her onto his lap, and she straddled her man.  He slid it inside of what was a soaking wet passageway, and began to gyrate.

And they started fucking hard.

But Charles was still in charge.  He knew how to hold off.  He knew he needed to get her to where he was, on the verge of cum, before he went all out.

It took several minutes.  Several wonderful minutes of gyrating and stroking and hard fucking before she tilted her head back, revealing that long, brown neck he loved so much.  That was when he knew she was ready.  He placed his big hands on her small neck, and moved her head forward until her lips were in front of his lips.  He kissed her hard while squeezing her neck so hard that she thought she was going to pass out from his roughness.

But it was a wonderful roughness.  Because she could take it.  Because Jenay wrapped her arms around her man and rode him as hard as he was riding her.  She was slapping her ass against his thighs every time her pussy tightened around his rod and slid down the length of it with the kind of resistance that nearly took both of them over.

Until Charles took over.  Until he grabbed her by the ass, held her still, and began ramming his penis inside of her in hard, rapid thrusts.  So hard, and so rapid, that they both couldn’t hold on any longer.  They began breathing in quick pants.  Charles seemed to get larger and larger inside of her, and she seemed to get tighter and tighter around his rod.  And they panted and groaned and moaned until they came.  Until he was straining as if he was in a beautiful agony, and she was jerking as if she’d just been freed from all inhibitions, and they came.  Long and hard and magnificently.

 

But the mood changed as quickly as their breaths could regulate, when Jenay thought she heard a noise.  Charles, as usual after their lovemaking, was breathing too heavily to hear a damn thing.  But Jenay heard it.  And she shushed him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Listen,” she whispered.

And Charles listened.  And that was when he heard it too.  It sounded as if somebody was breaking the glass on his front door, and entering his office.  Then it sounded as if somebody was rummaging through his file cabinets.

And they got in a hurry then.  He pulled out of Jenay, and she got off of him.

“You wait here,” he whispered to his wife as he quickly zipped up his pants, grabbed the loaded gun he kept in his desk drawer, and made his way toward the front of his office.

But as soon as he made his way up front, and saw that his front door had been breached, and saw some tall man rummaging through his file cabinets, he lifted his gun at the man and asked him what the fuck he was doing.

But just as he asked it, Charles was rammed in the back by somebody who had been behind one of the open office doors, and Charles lurched forward, as his gun was knocked from his hand.

But if they thought Charles Sinatra was only as bad as the hardware he carried, they quickly found out how false that was.  The man behind the door grabbed Charles from behind, and placed him in a chokehold, while the man at the file cabinets hurried over to assist.

But before he could make it over, Charles elbowed the man behind him, and then garnered all the power within his muscular body to lift the man by those arms he had around Charles’s neck, and flipped him over.  He flung him against the wall.

The man who had been the bait at the file cabinets, hurried to pick up Charles’s gun, but Charles beat him there, too, kicked the gun toward the hall and away from both of them, and then the fight was on.

But the other man who had ambushed Charles from behind, joined in, and it was two against one.  But that didn’t mean it was an unfair fight.  Charles had the strength of three men, it seemed to his adversaries, and he fought as if he was unleashing every bit of that strength.  He grabbed the file cabinet intruder and threw him over the cabinets.  He grabbed the chokehold intruder and began exchanging blows with him.

But then the file cabinet intruder pulled out a knife, and changed the game.  Charles knew he was in a fix when he saw that knife, and knew he had to defend himself.  But there were two of them.  And while one came after him with the knife, the other one kneed him in the groin and punched him in the stomach, and grabbed him, again, from behind.  And then the knife wielder thrust that knife toward Charles, causing Charles to back up.  He was about to thrust it again, this time getting closer, when they heard that voice.

“Do it,” Jenay’s voice could be heard in the hall, “and I’ll blow your fucking brains out!”

All three men looked in her direction.  And there she was, with Charles’s discarded gun in her hand, aiming it at the two intruders.

“Now drop it,” Jenay ordered the man with the knife.

He had enough sense to know that a knife against a gun was no contest, and dropped it.

And then Charles, relieved beyond words to have a strong wife like Jenay, ordered both men to drop to their knees.  They did.  And he picked up the knife.

He grabbed the head of the first intruder and lifted it back. “Open your mouth, asshole,” he ordered.

The man opened his mouth.

Charles placed the knife inside his mouth, causing him to gag, and pull back in horror.  But then Charles looked at the other intruder. “What were you looking for?” he asked.

But the man wouldn’t respond.

Charles pressed down on the knife, causing the first intruder to squirm wildly. “You heard me, motherfucker.  What were you looking for?” he asked again.

Jenay, who still held the gun on both men, could hear the man with the knife in his mouth urge his partner to tell him, although his words were muffled.  Al ‘em, for tell him, was the best he could manage.

But it didn’t matter.  His partner got the point.  “You,” he said.

Charles frowned.  “Me?”

“We were paid to come over here and rough you up.  We needed a way to ambush you, so we figured we’d pretend to be robbers breaking in.”

“Who paid you?” Jenay asked.

But the intruder clamped up again.

“You heard my wife,” Charles said.  “Who paid your asses to pull this shit?”

There was a pause.  Although the intruder Charles was looking at for answers wouldn’t say, the man with the knife in his mouth would.  So Charles pulled the knife out.  “Who?” he asked him.

“Lou Fontaine,” he quickly said.

Jenay nearly dropped the gun when he said that name.  Charles nearly dropped the knife.  They both were floored. “Lou Fontaine?” Charles asked, his serious face unable to shield his puzzlement.  “What kind of crazy shit is that?”

Louise Fontaine, known in town as Lou, was the most prominent resident of Jericho.  Although Charles was by far the most powerful, and held the most property, Lou Fontaine was old money, a blue-blood, who was related to one of the founding families of Jericho.  And she was wealthy and powerful in her own right, although the estate tax had lessened that wealth to a great degree.  But she was an arrogant sort who felt she was too cultured, and had too much background and breeding, to have any dealings with the likes of the Sinatras.  Or anybody else who wasn’t blue-blooded themselves, for that matter.  Why in the world, Charles and Jenay wondered, would she have two heavies try to rough Charles up?

But when they tried to ask it, they got no answers.  They were paid to rough him up.  They were paid by Lou Fontaine.  She never gave them a reason why.

Jenay looked at Charles.  And Charles, understanding the implications, went over to his secretary’s desk, and called the cops.