Work is hell. I had nowhere else to go to try and to take my mind off everything I learned today, so I figured I would drown myself in work; unfortunately, it just fucks with me more. I can’t concentrate, and everything is fucking aggravating me. Every little complaint makes me want to punish someone. Nights like this, I would usually call Brittany, and part of me still wants to. I know Fallon would want me to call her, but I can’t. She’s never seen me with this kind of edge. Besides, I’m not ready to explain to her what happened, and I’m still not sure how much I want her involved.

My floor manager comes in my office to inform me we have a thief on our staff. A craps dealer has been skimming.

Not in my fucking casino!

I tell my guys to find him and bring him to the spare back room. Just what I need another problem to take care of.

I waited hours for Gabriel to return home, but he never came. So, I choose to go to bed and try to forget this day. I awake, hearing my phone ringing. I look at the time and see it’s after one in the morning.

“Hello.”

“Fallon, it’s Catherine. I don’t want to worry you, but something happened at the casino.”

I jump with a fright. “Is Gabriel all right?”

“Yes, he is physically; he’s having a hard time, though. Our floor manager called me and said Gabriel has been on edge all night; they found one of our dealers stealing from us.

“Oh, thank god. I mean, you scared me. I thought something happened to him.”  

“I just want you to know. Gabriel’s fine, but you should get there. He’s going to need you. A night like tonight is one where he would usually call Brittany.”

“Has he called her, Catherine?”

“No, dear, but the night is not over.  I know you would want him to need you, not her. So, dress, Fallon, get there, and don’t let him push you away.”

I hang the phone up. I know she’s right. I guess I’m going to war with my husband tonight. I’ll fight for him, whether he likes it or not.

I dress in something sexy, putting on a red plunging lace bra and red thongs, with matching garter belt. I then put on a red wrap dress, something that can be easily removed if I need the ammunition. Lastly, I style my hair to one side. Once I am fully satisfied with the way I look, I find the keys to one of Gabriel’s cars, a hot black Aston Martin DB11. I question whether I should take it – but fuck it, Gabriel did say everything was ours now. So, I put the key in the ignition and take off.

I pull into valet parking and enter the casino. Quickly, all eyes are on me, just like I wanted. I hear the whispers, “That’s the new Mrs. Gabriel Stern.” That’s right, bitches, remember that. Now, to find my husband.

I’m met by the floor manager, who escorts me to Gabriel’s office. I ask him where Gabriel is; he says he doesn’t think he’s allowed to tell me, and I should wait here. Well, that just won’t do.

“I tell you what, I am Mrs. Stern now, and if you want to keep your job, you will take me to my husband, or I will tell him how rude you were to keep me away. Do you want to lose your job over a marital squabble?”

He ponders my request, then decides to show me where Gabriel is.

He shows me the door but says he would still advise me to wait in his office. I push past him and open the door. The room is dimly lit. I see two bodyguards stationed in the back of the room. Gabriel stands over a man tied to a chair. I close the door and watch my husband hit the man in his face. I’m stunned, but I try not show it. One of the bodyguards takes notice of me standing there, and he clears his throat and gets Gabriel’s attention. When Gabriel shifts to look over at me, I get a full look at the battered man. He’s covered in bruises, bleeding, and his face is unrecognizable. I glance towards Gabriel next and can see he’s covered in sweat and blood is soaked through his shirt. His eyes land on me.

“Leave! Get out, Fallon!”

“No!”

Is she crazy? Telling me no?

I tell her again, “Fallon, I won’t tell you a second time. Leave now, and wait for me in my office!”

“I said no, Gabriel.”

She walks to the middle of the room and notices my bloody hands. I see her shiver, but she quickly recovers; she doesn’t want me to see her taken aback. She then begins to walk around the thief, eyeing him up and down.

“What did he do?”

I found myself answering her, “He stole from us, from you.”

“How much did he take?”

“We’re not sure, but somewhere in the range of ten grand. He has a nasty cocaine habit.”

“What will you do to him besides beat and fire him?”

She takes me by surprise yet again. Instead of shying away from a man tied to a chair, beaten, she’s curious. Well, let’s see where this will go.

“What do you suggest we do to him?”

“Me? You want to know what I would do?”

“Yes. Tell me how you would handle someone taking our money, from our family.”

She ponders what I asked her, taking her time accessing the situation. She looks back up to me.

“May I see his employee file?”

I snap my fingers at my guy, and he brings the file to Fallon. She looks at it, carefully reading each page.

She snaps back up towards me and says, “It says here he has been a dealer for many years with different casinos, but before that he was a construction worker. He also has no wife or children. I would say he is the perfect candidate for a message.” She takes a deep breath, then looks directly in my eyes and tells me, “If he has no way to repay our money, I would blackball him from every casino in the state and have the index finger on his right hand removed.”

The guy immediately starts to struggle in his chair, yelling through the gag in his mouth. Fallon walks back around him and hands the file back to my man, then walks directly to me and says, “If he stole from us, then we steal from him.”

I can’t help it; one side of my mouth raises in a half-smile. Fallon continues to shock me every step of the way.

I lift my head and tell my guys, “You heard my wife. Get it done.”

I grab Fallon by her arm and drag her out of the room like a crazy man. I say nothing to her as I continue to drag her down the hall to my office. I push the door open and roughly throw her into the room; she stumbles to keep her balance. I stalk over to her, grab her arm, and push her back against the wall.

I slam my mouth onto hers, pushing my way into her mouth as our tongues start to duel for control. I remove my mouth and harshly tell her, “Don’t you fucking ever defy me in front of my men again! Do you hear me, Fallon?”

She shakes her head with hooded eyes and says, “Make me, Gabriel.”

Make her?

“What the fuck – are you serious? Make you?”  

She looks defiantly at me and starts to remove her dress. One pull of her tie, and it falls open.

“You want me to listen to you, Gabriel? Then make me.”

I look down at her red lace bra. Her nipples are on show for me, and all I can think is, Yeah, I’ll make her all right.  I roughly grab her, pulling her by the waist, and lower my head, devouring her nipples through her bra. In all my years, I have never met a sexier woman. She completely ruins me for all others.

“Is this what you want, Fallon? You want me going at you like an animal? Because, baby, I can show you the beast.”

I work my way back up to her neck. The smell of her is intoxicating, not to mention those sounds she makes are music to my ears.

I lower my voice and tell her, “I love you, baby, but right now I can’t hold back. You’re bringing something out of me I can’t control.”

She moans and rubs my back all the way up to my neck. I feel a pull on the base of my scalp.

“Fuck me, Gabriel.”

That’s all she needed to say. I finish pulling the dress off her shoulders and quickly turn her to face the wall.

“Is this what you want, Fallon? You want me to fuck you against a wall? You want to see me lose control?”

“Yes, Gabriel. Yes.”

I rip her red thong off her with one pull, instantly rubbing her ass, then smacking it hard. She lets out a whimper but doesn’t try to stop me. Taking my knee, I spread her legs and follow the curves of her luscious ass straight to her sweet spot.  She’s already dripping wet for me.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby...always.”

I pull my zipper down and release myself from my pants. I don’t have the patience to see if she’s ready for me or not. I spit in my hand and rub my cock, abruptly throw myself into her pussy with lightning speed. She lets out a loud gasp – so loud, someone outside my office could hear – but I don’t give a fuck; let them hear my wife’s cries of passion. Not giving her a second to adjust, I start ramming inside her over and over. She feels so fucking good. Wanting, needing to go deeper, I lift her leg by the knee. I hold it up so I can fill her pussy all the way. It makes her unstable. I have my fucking woman on my cock, and it’s where she’ll stay. Her cries and moans are getting louder, and she keeps urging me on.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking mine, and this wet pussy will know no other cock. You hear me, Fallon?”

She’s so enthralled with passion, she can’t answer – and that’s the way I want her, speechless. I’m going to fuck her into submission, one way or another. I take my thumb into my mouth and get it good and wet. Then I move it to her ass, where I find her hidden, tight hole.  I push through just a little till I can feel her resistance.

“You feel that, Fallon? This pussy is mine, and so is your ass. Don’t ever try to push me around or defy me in front of my men again. Now, do you fucking hear me?”

She nods but can’t speak through the panting. I’m fucking her so hard now, and I’m surprised again she can take it. My little virgin is slowly becoming a sexual vixen. I push my thumb in more, and she starts to convulse on my cock. The walls of her pussy contracting on my cock are making me start to see stars. I explode, thrusting into her as hard as I can, and her pussy continues to milk my dick. She lets out a low scream, and I’m done for; I roar like a fucking beast and punch the wall on the side of her head with my fist. She never jumps or moves from the sound of my fist hitting the wall. I truly believe she trusts me that much, and because of it, my love for her grows.

I turn her to face me and kiss her mouth softly. My guilt is rising...did I hurt her? What does she think of me now? I never wanted to be that rough with her, never wanted to show her that side of me. Will she still love me after I showed her the beast? That’s why I always call Brittany for things like this. Fallon was not made to be used like that, and that’s just what I did. I used her to relieve my stress and aggravation. Fallon is my wife and should be only treasured, but now I can’t imagine ever calling Brittany again. Fallon bypassed any experience I ever had with Brittany. While I was inside her, nothing else mattered; I didn’t care about shit. With Brittany I would try to forget; with Fallon I did. I don’t know how I could ever go back to another woman other than my wife, but will she feel used? I just need to let it go.

I stuff myself back in my pants and bend to pick up her dress.

“Here, get dressed. We’re going home.”

She does as I said while I watch. She is so breathtaking. Once she and I are dressed, I open the door and let her pass before me. Two of my men are standing guard in the hall. As soon as I look up, one of my men is looking at Fallon and smiling wickedly.

I growl and ask, “What the fuck are you looking at? That’s my wife. Show some fucking respect! If I ever see you eyeing her again, I’ll remove them. Are we clear?”

He nods.

I grab Fallon’s hand and rush us out. I know why he was smiling; he heard her. Her beauty might be undeniable, but her sounds are fucking enough to make any man’s cock hard. I don’t blame him for his thoughts, so long as he and everyone else knows her and those sounds are just for me.

When we get outside, I tell her I have a driver to take us home, but she shakes her head and says we have a car here. She hands the ticket to the valet driver, and I wait to see how she got here. A few minutes later, the valet driver pulls up with my baby, my Aston Martin.

“I hope you don’t mind. You did say everything was now mine, too.”

I let out a growl and say, “It just surprises me that you could handle her.”

“Well, by now you should know I can handle just about anything.”

Just like that, my cock rises at her words, but I need to calm him down. I can’t; not after what I just did.

Gabriel is silent on the trip back home. He even releases my hand from his hold. I don’t know what’s wrong...what did I do?

I decide not to ask, not now; I need to think about what could be wrong.

We get home, and things remain silent. I jump into the shower, and Gabriel follows me in but remains quiet. After our shower, he gets into bed naked, which I learn is his preferred way to sleep. I love him naked, so there won’t be any complaints from me. I decide to forgo sleepwear, too. I move to his side of the bed and cuddle against him, with my head on his chest.

“Gabriel, what’s wrong?”

He still says nothing.

“Gabriel, please talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Fallon, it wasn’t you.”

I lift my head to look at his handsome face. I see shame written all over him.

“Then what is it?”

“I never meant to treat you like that, Fallon. I’m sorry if I hurt you or made you feel like I was using you.”

I reach for his face and make him look at me.

“Gabriel, I loved what we did. I didn’t feel used. I felt needed, and I want you always to need me. I love everything you do to me. The soft and slow lovemaking, along with the hard and rough sex. Tonight, the way you took me was so raw and powerful, it made me love you even more. I felt possessed by you, but not in a bad way; it was a way that said you couldn’t control yourself with me, that you desired me more than anyone else. I want you to always need me like that. I love your controlling nature, and I never knew I could cum so hard.”

He kisses me soft and lovingly.

“Gabriel, please don’t ever go to anyone else. I want to be your everything. Don’t be scared to love me. I can handle anything you dish out to me. Just love me.”

“Mmm...just love you, baby? How do you want me to love you?”

I reach down and feel his hard-on. He wants me to instruct him...hmm, well I think I can handle that. I giggle and move to the foot of the bed. I lie back on my elbows, bend in my legs, and spread them wide.

Looking him indirectly in the eyes, I say in a sultry voice, “Love me here, Gabriel. Love me with your mouth.”

He stalks after me like I’m his prey and begins to devour me with his tongue, then his full mouth.

“It feels so good.”

He makes love to me tenderly for half the night. Once I think he’s finished, he keeps coming back for more. It’s perfect.

In the morning, as tired as I am, I manage to get dressed and let him sleep. I want to make my husband breakfast. He should have an appetite after last night. Thank goodness Catherine gave me a chef to learn from, because before, I could barely make toast. Now I can stand here in my kitchen feeling confident I can feed my man anything he wants.

I feel a pair of arms come around my waist and a light kiss on my neck...Gabriel.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

“Your mother made sure I could feed her son.”

“I see. You know, I usually have a woman who comes in and prepares the food. I gave her time off, because I figured we wouldn’t want to be disturbed. You know, with being newlyweds and all.”

“Thank you. I think our privacy was needed, especially last night. When does she come back?”

“Next week.”

“She doesn’t stay here, does she?”

“No, I was a bachelor, so she only cooked a few nights a week. Most of the time, I ate at the casino or mother’s, but she does come every day and cleans the house.”

I lay his plate in front of him and say, “I would like if she continued to clean the house. That’s a chore I definitely don’t want.”

He laughs and says, “I’ll give you her number, and you can discuss how you want things done from now on.”

“Hey, you said she’s a woman. Should I be jealous?”

“Well, her eggs are a little fluffier, and her tits are huge, so maybe.”

I throw my napkin at him, and he continues to laugh at me.

“No, baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. She’s a lady who used to work for my mother when I was a child, but I do have a special place in my heart for her. When we were younger, my mother couldn’t be with us all the time, so she had three women watch over us. When we moved out on our own, she gave each woman to us to continue to watch over us. I think mostly to spy on us.”

“You hate that, don’t you? The idea that your mother keeps close tabs on all of you.”

“I used to, but now I think I should be grateful. Mom’s controlling, but I’m starting to learn it might just be her way to protect us.”

“I promise, Gabriel, it is. Your mother loves you all very much. I don’t know what she would do if something happened to any of you.”

“I know. I just have to keep remembering that. It’s like when she brought you here for me. I fought it, Fallon, so hard. But I need you to know I’ve loved you since the first night I met you at the casino. I just didn’t want to admit it. She was right about us. I need you in my life, and I think you need me, too.”

“Gabriel, I’ve always needed you. I just didn’t know where you were. But now that I found you, I’m never letting you go.”

Gabriel raises an eyebrow and asks jokingly, “Possessive much?”

“Very.”

I sit in his lap, and we kiss as he carries me to the sofa.