The day was finally here. After months of watching Julia plan with our mothers and go slightly crazy, especially in the last month or so, we were getting married today. I had never seen so much preparation go into one day before. Julia asked for my input in pretty much everything; I only cared about the cake and the food. After that, I sort of checked out.

Julia was more than eager to have everything be absolutely perfect. We were getting married at Coral Gables Country Club, the ceremony was outside in the courtyard and the reception was being held in the Coral Grand Ballroom.

My parents helped with the wedding and the last time I saw the budget it was near six figures. Julia and I got in a minor argument over how much money was being spent; she insisted that her parents had been saving since she was a baby, and my parents wanted everything to be just as lavish.

I think half of Miami and Fort Lauderdale were invited. Both our dads were doctors, so you can imagine how much clientele and relationships had been established over the years.

I was certain that I was more nervous than my soon to be wife down the hall. I didn’t remember ever being so nervous before. It wasn’t the fact that I was marrying Julia that had set me on edge, it was the fact that I was going to be responsible for her well-being. My life was now going to change into providing and taking care of her, it was no longer just about me.

“Hey, Son,” my dad said, walking in and interrupting my panic.

“Hey, Dad.”

“You okay?”

“I think so. I’m just nervous, you know? Julia is going to be my wife now. My responsibility. I’m kind of scared about that. What if I disappoint her?”

My dad smiled, and patted a chair next to him for me to sit down.

“You want to know something, Sebastian?”

“Sure…as long as we’re not talking about sex, I’m all ears.”

He chuckled, “You’ve been responsible for Julia, since the day she was born.”

“I have, haven’t I?”

“You have. You know what else?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“There isn’t a man on earth that could do it any better. Being nervous like you’re feeling right now, is perfectly normal. That not only tells me that you love her more than you love yourself, you’re also going to make an amazing husband. You both are very lucky to have each other. Now go marry your Babygirl.”

And that’s what I did. I stood in front of hundreds of people, half of which I had no clue as to who they were, nor did I really care. As I stood there, the nerves, anxiety, fear, and doubt were gone.

As soon as I saw my Babygirl coming down the aisle to become Mrs. Vanwell, all I thought about was how lucky I was. My eyes never left her the entire time. She was stunning.

I hadn’t seen the dress at all, because Julia wanted it to be a surprise. I was in awe of her; it was as if I was seeing her with new eyes. She was no longer the spunky little girl with pigtails who had an obsession with wearing anything that was pink.

Her hair was in soft waves pinned to the left side of her face. She wore a white lacy gown that was fitted all the way down her body. The neckline was low in the front and the back, the dress had diamonds and pearls all over it to make it look as if she was shining. Her train was at least five feet long and she wore a flower where her hair was pinned. It looked like she stepped out of a 1950’s catalogue; she was classy, elegant, and sexy all in one.

I smiled a reassuring smile as her dad placed her hand in mine. We exchanged our vows and kissed for the first time as husband and wife.

We spent the better part of the evening, dancing in each other’s arms and enduring the wedding traditions. Finally, we were free to set about our life, and our honeymoon, which I had been waiting for all day. I couldn’t wait to get Julia out of that dress, she assured me that we were having sex with her in the dress. It was going to be a great night. I couldn’t wait.

That night is one that I still fantasize about. We made love the entire night and stayed up wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the sun come up. That afternoon we boarded a plane for our two week honeymoon to Belize.

Our lives began, as Mr. and Mrs. Vanwell. 

 

 

One year, had changed into two, and two quickly became three. I had been a VIP for three years. Time flies when you’re blowing guys…just a little bit of humor for you.

Those first three years had been a whirlwind for me. I had seen and done things that I never imagined were even possible. I had traveled on the arm of some of the most beautiful men. I had dined in restaurants that charged money just to sit down. I had been to clubs where I always sat in an exclusive area or a private room, rode in some of the world’s most expensive cars, been escorted to and from in private jets, and joined the mile high club so many fucking times that I could be the Goddamn president.

My time was always worth something. Having very little moral compass, I believed that anything could be bought, that everything had a price.

I had met celebrities, politicians, doctors, lawyers, princes, CEOs, and much more. I had formed relationships with each and every one of them. I had been with more men then I cared to count, and women who will forever be embedded in my mind. I learned all the tricks of the trade and had men groveling at my feet.

Married men always liked it rough. Kinkiness didn’t just stop with putting your finger up their ass. Dirty talk always worked. Bondage worked both ways. Anal sex could be motherfucking amazing. Role playing and BDSM would always be in. Orgies never go out of style. Fetishes are huge, and fucking on ecstasy was out of this world. I fucked for both pleasure and pain, and always made it a point to come first, literally.

I had experienced more lust and passion than any person should be allowed, heard endless amounts of proposals and countless I love yous. Jewelry and gifts became a regular thing, and I had more money than I knew what to do with.

There wasn’t any place on my body that hadn’t been touched. Just by looking at men, I knew what they wanted. And women were beautiful creatures that were meant to be cherished and embraced. I remained unattached where it mattered the most…emotionally. I never allowed myself to care for anyone and that made me even better at my job.

The no strings attached lifestyle served its purpose for me. I felt like the only girl in the world.

My relationship with the other VIPs were meaningful. They had become sisters to me. We shared this life together, our positive and negative experiences, our thoughts, our secrets, emotions, and feelings. We compared notes and shared tips. The Cathouse had become my second home.

Bless his heart, Devon was still very much part of my life. I didn’t see him as often as I would have liked, yet we remained close. As close as I would allow anyway; he never asked any questions. Even after seeing where I lived, what I drove, the clothes I wore, he never asked. I don’t know if he just didn’t want to know or he just assumed that I could take care of myself. He didn’t have to worry about me, he let me be.

Madam still played a very active part in my daily life. Although, I did have the liberty to schedule my own appointments if I wanted, I still liked to leave her to take care of that aspect of my life. It was easier for me to be told where to go and what to do.

The clients and I didn’t always fuck. I would say that about 80% of the time, that was expected. The rest fell into companionship, talking, and actual escorting. I had my regular men that I saw a couple times a month, my married men, my eternal bachelors, and even some newbies. I enjoyed the newbies, they were fun to feel out. I loved the thrill of being with someone new and what they could offer me. I was selfish like that.

My personality had even changed, I became stronger and wiser.

Jonathan had become one of my regulars. He was busy, no time for women, but did have his manly needs. I fulfilled that need for him. He was the CEO of some organization in New York. He didn’t really talk a lot about it, which was fine by me because I didn’t care to hear about it. He was handsome, in his late thirties with black hair that had some gray on the sides, blue eyes, always sporting a five o’clock shadow, about 6’1, and had a great physique; he definitely took care of himself.

“You’re blocking my sun,” I said as a dark shadow was cast on me. I didn’t even bother opening my eyes as I lay there on my back in my birthday suit.

“Well, little lady, are you trying to get a ticket for indecent exposure or just trying to give my neighbors a heart attack.”

“Neither, you said to make myself at home, so I did.”

“Do you always lie around naked at home?” he questioned in a husky, and curious tone.

“When the mood strikes.”

“Hmm…you look very tempting, little lady. Are you sure you’re not trying to put on a show for me?”

“Always keep them coming back for more, Johnny,” I suggested as I spread my legs just wide enough for him to see.

He hesitated and then spoke, “I have a conference call in a few minutes, Ysabelle.”

“That’s a shame, because I was hoping your mouth could conference with my pussy.” I extended my leg up and started to rub my foot on his cock. “And from the feel of it, your cock was hoping for that too.” I heard a disgruntled growl followed by his phone ringing.

“This is Jonathan.” He covered his phone with his hand. “Don’t move,” he said, pointing his index finger at me before walking away.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I must have dozed off. I woke to light kisses on my neck.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty; open up those angel eyes for me. I want to make you scream.” My eyes started to open and that’s when I felt lemonade dripping on my lips. My tongue instantly came out to savor it and then his tongue started to stroke mine. He moaned in my mouth.

“It’s a sin that you look this incredible naked. I can’t keep my fucking hands off of you. Do you know how hard it is to not touch you, Ysabelle? Do you know that I stroke myself to the images of you riding my cock? Being with you is never enough,” he said in between kissing me.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” His tongue moved to my neck and glided to my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth while he fondled the other one. This never got old. I loved it when a man’s hands were on me.

His mouth devoured every inch of my body, until he was kneeling in front of me. He roughly grabbed my hips and placed me on the edge of the chaise lounge.

And then his phone rang again…

“Fuck!” He reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone.

“What? I told you not to bother me. I have other things that need my attention.” I heard mumbled voices on the other end.

“What the hell do you mean?” he shouted as he walked back in the house. “That invoice was sent months ago.”

I guess I wasn’t getting my happy ending.

The alarm on my phone went off reminding me that I needed to get going. Yes…I set alarms for myself. Don’t you clock in from 9-5? Well so do I, so to speak.

I walked into the house to go change. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen.

I grabbed my things, got dressed and left, turning from his driveway I read the text.

 

J – Where did you go?

Needy little thing…

Y – Times up big boy.

J – If you come back, I’ll make it worth your while.

Y – Next time!

J – I’ll pay…

Y – You shouldn’t have answered your phone. You’ll know better next time, won’t you?

J – Devil!

Y – XO

Men…

 

 

I couldn’t believe it had been two years since we were married. I drove home from a very lucrative deal that day. I was on cloud nine. I was going to celebrate our anniversary with my wife, my wife whom I loved and adored. Nothing could have made me happier that day.

I had planned on taking her out, wining, dining, dancing, maybe a few drinks, and then I was going to bring her back to our home and make slow passionate love to her. She had other plans.

She met me at the door wearing a red bra with matching panties and a pair of red fuck me heels. My mouth instantly watered when I saw her. She was glowing. She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me, really kissed me. I was ready to say the hell with our evening and help her out of the bra and panties, the shoes could stay.

“Happy anniversary, Sebby,” she smiled to my lips. She was so happy. That, right there, was the best anniversary present she could have given me.

“Happy anniversary, Babygirl,” I replied, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth.

“Sebastian,” she panted in heavy breaths. I could tell that she too, was ready for me to slide right in. I would help her. “Not yet,” she demanded. I groaned.

We didn’t go out that night. She led me to our dining room to a well thought out meal; candles and soft music playing in the background.

We talked about our days and then exchanged presents.

She loved the beautiful necklace with matching earrings, and made me fasten it around her neck. I kissed the back of her shoulder as I did, whispering that I loved her.

She handed me my gift next. I opened it and was confused. It was a beautiful silver plated baby rattle with “I love you” engraved on the handle.

“Babygirl?” I said; it was more of a question.

“Yes, Sebby,” she replied with a smile. No wonder she didn’t touch her wine. She would have normally been tipsy by then.

“What? When? How do you know? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Jesus Sebby, slow down. You’re going to hyperventilate. I’ve known for a week. I didn’t want to tell you until our anniversary.”

Scratch what I said about not being able to be any happier. That was the happiest day of my life. We had been trying for almost a year. Julia was starting to worry that she was going to be like her mother and wouldn’t be able to conceive. It couldn’t have come at a better time.

The months that followed Julia’s news of us becoming a family were a bit hectic, we bought our first home in Coral Gables; a 4,600 square foot, five bedrooms, six baths, waterfront home with a dock. Julia promised that once things settled down, we could buy a 40ft Windy Maestro that I had my eye on. How can a yacht dealer not own a boat?

Julia went full tilt on decorating, painting, remodeling, and furniture. Every day I came home, and something had changed. I had very little input, except for my office and man cave, those were mine. The rest she decided what she wanted to do with. She was absolutely glowing.

Her pregnancy had been good to her with just some morning sickness in the first trimester, other than that, she had been fine. She had the weirdest cravings for whip cream and pickles, not together, although we did find some fun stuff to do with the whip cream.

All the ultrasounds and doctor appointments showed a healthy, growing, beautiful boy. I was ecstatic to have a son. Julia was thrilled as well; she wanted to have just sons. She said she didn’t want to share her thunder and that she wanted to be the queen of the house, surrounded by her men. We hadn’t even had him yet and she was already talking about having another one.

The house was nearly done and Julia was about ready to pop. She was due in a week and a half, and she was starting to feel uncomfortable in her own skin.

“SEBBY!” she yelled from our bedroom.

“Yes, Babygirl?” I said while leaning on our doorframe.

“Ugh…where did you go? I woke up and I was by myself. You said you were going to stay in bed with me all day. You promised to pay attention to me all weekend.”

“I know, I went to the bathroom and then I went to make myself a sandwich. Are you hungry?” She looked at me like I had two heads.

“I’m pregnant with your child, Sebby, he eats like you do. Of course I’m hungry.”

“Okay, do you want me to bring it in here or do you want to go eat out there?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I want to be done already. I want to be skinny again and not be bloated. I want to be able to see my feet again. I can’t even stand for longer than ten minutes without my back hurting.” She had been extra whinny these last few weeks, the closer we got to the due date, the more her squeaky voice came out. I walked over to her and helped her sit up.

“I know, what can I do to help? Do you want me to rub your back and feet? How about a warm bath? We can take it together and I’ll massage all of your body parts,” I said with a suggestive tone and face.

“God, Sebby, can you not think about sex? Why would I want another thing inside me right now?” she whined.

On that note, “Okay, I’m going to go make you something to eat.” I started to get up and she grabbed my arm.

“No! Oh God, I’m sorry, Sebby. I know I’m being a bitch, I can’t help it. Your child is torturing me, he thinks my stomach is a soccer field. He won’t stop kicking me and I’m not sleeping well. All these crazy hormones are getting to me. I don’t know if I want to cry, laugh, or smile. I’m all over the place. I’m just ready to have him here already, and not making a mess of my insides.”

“I know, Babygirl, not that much longer. Soon he will be here and you will be missing him being in your tummy,” I said as I helped her out of bed.

“Come on, let’s go eat in the living room, maybe a change of scenery will help. I’ll make you a ham, turkey, and pickle masterpiece. And then, we can watch whatever movies you want to watch for the rest of the day. I will rub your feet and your back. I promise my magical hands will make you feel much better.” I smiled and looked at her optimistically.

“All right,” she said in a mopey voice. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this. I didn’t like seeing her in pain. I couldn’t imagine what she was going through, and I was trying my best to comfort her.

We watched movies all night and we both fell asleep on the couch. Julia was lying on my chest and I awoke to something wet on my legs.

“Julia…Babygirl…Jules…wake up.”

“Hmm…” she stirred.

“Baby, you’re wet.” She opened her eyes.

“What?” She looked down at herself. “OH MY GOD, I peed myself.” I laughed, I couldn’t help it.

“No Babygirl, I think your water just broke.”

“Wait…what…I’m not due for another week or so.”

“The doctor said it could happen sooner. Have you been having any contractions?”

“I don’t think so. I mean maybe a little bit, I just thought they were Braxton Hicks.”

“Okay, you stay here, I’m going to go change, grab your bag, and some clothes to change into,” I said, kissing her forehead.

“No wait, don’t go. I’m not ready. I’m not ready, Sebby; it’s going to hurt so bad. The nursery still isn’t ready. We have to wait.”

“Julia, it doesn’t work that way. Come on, you’re going to do just fine, you’re going to be so happy when we finally have him in our arms and we bring him home. Focus on that.” She nodded, I could still notice the nervous look in her eyes.

I never thought that I would be the calm one when it came to our child coming into this world. Julia was nervous and scared. After fourteen hours of labor we welcomed Christian Aidan Vanwell into this world. He was 7 pounds 6 ounces. A blue eyed, blonde haired, little prince.

I didn’t think it was possible to love anyone in this world more than I loved my son. He completed me. He was the missing piece in my heart and soul. The first time I held him I was in complete awe of him. He had such tiny fingers and a fragile body. I investigated his mouth, nose, eyes; trying to decide who he looked like more, Julia or me. I breathed him in and wanted to learn all his sounds and noises. I brought him to my chest and held onto him like I never wanted to let him go.

I looked over at Julia and she was crying. I went to her and laid down next to her, we put Christian in the middle and just sat there in perfect silence, as we embraced our child.

We were a family and I was a father.

 

 

Three more years had gone by and my life got better and better. I had no cause for complaints. I loved being a VIP; if anything, I loved it more with every passing day. My life was far from routine and ordinary, it was my life and the only one I knew. I was twenty-three years old and had the world and men at my fingertips. Everything was at my disposal at the drop of a dime.

Never having to worry about anything was my norm. I know some would think that I was cynical, I was living the life that people only dreamed of. I never felt an ounce of regret for the choices that I had made. They made me who I was, and I was motherfucking fantastic.

Madam had become my confidant and mentor. I knew that in many ways I truly was her favorite. I don’t know what it was about me, I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. We had this unspoken bond and connection. The other women could see it too, there weren’t any problems though; we were all a family.

The mystery and allure of her was still there; she had broken down some walls with me and I got to know her as a person. She could be a brutal bitch if she needed to be. You made sure to make it point not to cross her. I had seen her in action several times, nobody fucked with Madam. She could ruin you just by smiling.

She not only owned Miami, but it was also worldwide. She always knew what I wanted or needed. She knew that with all of us. It was a sixth sense for her.

Madam loved to keep me busy. You might think that I would become lonely since part of my profession kept me at arm’s length from all of my clients. My job was just to appear that I loved them. It was all a façade, and one that I had perfected.

The older I got, the more I started to think about love though. I had seen the look in many of my clients’ eyes when they were with me. It wasn’t unusual to hear them say they wanted to take me away from it all. To give me everything and anything; it became a joke to me after hearing it so many times.

It also became sort of a sick game for me, to see if I could get them to fall in love with me. I enjoyed knowing that I had someone in this world love me. I’m a sadistic bitch, it gave me pleasure, even though I knew I would never reciprocate it. These men thought they knew me, nobody really did. They loved what they thought I was, and I was what they wanted me to be.

I was the fantasy. I was the dream. I was an illusion.

It was easy to become fucked up, when it came to love. Could you really be with one person? Does love truly conquer all?

 

 

“Sebastian, Sebby, wake up. You said you would take care of him.”

“What time is it?” I sleepily asked, hearing Christian’s very healthy lungs coming from the baby monitor.

“It’s almost three.”

“In the morning?” I asked, looking over to my wife in our bed, wearing her sexy as hell reading glasses, looking over at me with a frown.

“No, Sebby, it’s three in the afternoon, we’re in bed in the middle of the day. Yes, in the morning, now go get your son.”

“Are you going to be working on that case all night? You need to sleep, Babygirl.”

“Sebastian. Get Christian!” she shouted. Damn.

I warmed a bottle, changed a wet diaper, and sat in the glider as I fed my little boy. He looked up at me as he filled his little belly. I hummed a soothing song until his bottle was empty, and lifted him to my shoulder for a burp. That took two pats to the back. I nestled my cheek next to his soft baby skin and rubbed his back. God, I loved that boy. He was amazing, I couldn’t get enough of him.

“I’m sorry, Sebby,” Julia said from the door. “I’m just stressed about this case and Christian. I’m not sleeping. Being a mom and working full-time is working out to be a lot harder than I had imagined. I’m still trying to find a healthy balance. I’m sorry I bit your head off, I didn’t mean to. You are amazing with him, there is nothing sexier than seeing you hold our son.”

“Oh yeah, does this baby throw up over my shoulder do it for you, Babygirl?” I chuckled.

“You have no idea,” she smiled.

We put Christian back in his crib and both stared at him intently.

“He looks just like you, he has your blonde hair and thin lips,” she suggested.

“I don’t see it. I see more of you in him.”

We kissed him goodnight and went back to bed. Julia took off her glasses and laid down next to me.

“Why don’t you sleep naked anymore?” I questioned, looking at her blushing face.

“I don’t know, I got used to sleeping with tank tops on when I was pregnant. It’s only been six months and I haven’t lost all the baby weight yet.”

Julia was intense trying to get back her pre-baby body. She was taking spinning classes like crazy and eating everything green with grilled chicken.

“You gained twenty-five pounds with Christian and you barely weighed 110 as it was before him. You were the hottest pregnant woman I had ever seen. I can’t even tell you’ve had a baby. What are you talking about?”

“Sebby, you’re just being nice. I still can’t fit in my skinny jeans. Well I can if I don’t want to breathe. I still have six more pounds that I have to lose. I want to look good for you and I’m not comfortable yet,” she pouted.

“Is this why we haven’t made love with you being naked since Christian was born?”

“Maybe, plus I just finished nursing a month ago. All the milk has finally dried up. My body has gone through a lot of changes that I just wasn’t expecting.”

“You’re more beautiful to me now, than you have ever been before. You made me a father. You gave me something that I never imagined could be any more perfect. He came out of your body. You carried my son and I love you. I don’t care what you look like, even though I feel like you’re being ridiculous you look fucking amazing.”

“I love you,” she exclaimed, leaning over to kiss me. I felt her tongue in my mouth and it didn’t take me long to take off her clothes, get her naked, and wet.

I would never get tired of making love to Julia. She did things to me that no other woman could do...or so I thought.