4

Michael 

I valued the relationship I had with my mother.

So much so that we talk about almost everything you can think of. Well, on her side. I can't possibly tell her about all the stuff I've been doing. Like all those brutal beatings I've done to some men who do so much as piss me or my friend Samantha off. Not to mention the man I almost killed for touching my boyfriend.

No one flirts with what's mine. Jackson is mine.

We own a corporate business and a club, which has been branching off into four different areas in the last 3 years. Our club is the talk of the town. Even celebrities are checking it out. Our business is booming.

In a business, it is expected that some shady stuff will happen. By 'shady', I mean that people are trying to steal from me and me capturing them and letting my man torture them until they break. My man is secretly a sadist, just as much as he's a masochist. It's sexy as fuck. A fucking turn on.

And anyway, I get to fuck his brains out after, because he gets so hard from all the adrenaline and the pain infliction riles him up.

My mother couldn't possibly know about all of that. She'd be disappointed in me. She'll most likely be afraid of me, because of that mongrel I should be calling my father. If I'd been there, young or old, he'd die in my very own hands.

I've stopped myself from looking for him, so many times, it's ridiculous. My mother has been pleading with me not to look for him. I see the pain in her eyes. The fear this man has inflicted on her.

It makes me angry.

My mother was abused for so long that it took her a very long time to start looking into dating. When she told me this guy asked her out, I had to get her bodyguards, just in case. I wasn't going to stop her if she wanted to go out with that man. I wasn't going to let my guard down either. I won't let her go through the same shit again.

I make sure to investigate whoever she chooses to accept first before things get any further. I'm paranoid like that. Some are harmless. Others are just looking into spending her money. When Jackson and I started our business and it went really great, I'd told her to stop working. Before, she'd taken three jobs for the both of us. She worked extra hard to get me into College. Luckily for us, I got a scholarship. She still made sure to send money, even after I told her I was working too.

While I was in College, I was working part time in a mechanic place, fixing cars. I did it so she doesn't have to work as hard as she does. Of course she never listened.

When I finally became rich, I could see how much at ease she was. She smiles more. I've set a bank account for her, since I basically told her to stop working. I bought a house for her. She'd chosen a less 'flashy' house, according to Samantha's words. She likes calling our mansion flashy. Both of them don't like big houses. I guess it's a woman thing.

My mother has been traveling a lot lately. She'd always dreamed of doing so. She sends me pictures every time she's in a new place. I'm at ease now that I was able to fulfill her dreams. Now that I can provide for her. For my Queen. I'm grateful to the strongest women I know. Samantha and my mother.

I'll continue to work hard for the people I love. I always push myself to work harder, so they can live their best life. It is my duty to provide for them. I'm happy that Jackson and Samantha decided to work too. Samantha has been doing pretty great too. Two years ago, she'd been announced the first under 25 woman to become the youngest millionaire. It's amazing. She's the eighth richest woman in the world.

Jackson and I on the other hand, are the 3rd richest in America and 6th richest in the world. To have made it this far, is a blessing. All thanks to my mother.

I respect the women in my life. Or any woman for that matter. My mother has taught me so much about being a woman in general, through the things she had to go through. The hardships women go through for simply being a woman. It's repulsive how society treats our women. I can't imagine the hardship Samantha had to face in building her publishing company because she's a woman.

Samantha has also taught me so much about women. I get different perspectives but they are all quite similar, just put in different words. I learnt a lot about the female body and how it works through Samantha. She's always been open about it. And it's great. That's how it should be. She tells us about stuff, like periods and what they have to go through.

Jackson and I have stashed our bathrooms with female products just in case we get a female guest. Samantha has had countless sleepovers and some of her stuff are here, in our house.

Since she got married, we haven't been to her house as much as we used to. That motherfucker Martin is quite jealous of our friendship. We've been in a rocky situation because of him. He's always controlling Samantha. He knows nothing about her, till this day.

And what he did to her, is unforgivable. After all she has done for him. The bastard lives off of her money and nothing else. She went above and beyond to make sure his frail ego isn't crushed by the fact that he doesn't have any money and is taken care of. And this is how he shows gratitude. By sleeping around.

I won't let this go. I'm not letting this go. He needs to know what happens when you mess with my women. She's not to be played with. She's our girl. Always have and always will. She doesn't need him when she has us.

I've been so mad that I couldn't control myself. I always lose control and let the anger get the best of me. To know she endured this for years.

He needs to pay.

I'm still livid, but Jackson had just about calmed me down. Angry sex. I always avoided it for the fear of hurting him. I know how rough I tend to be. I can't afford to hurt him. Never. But he seems to know just the thing to do to calm me down.

Fuck if that wasn't amazing. I felt like...like I was finally letting loose after a long time of restraining myself. I always thought I was at my limit when I was dominating Jackson, but after tonight, I was wrong. I've never felt anything like it.

And Jackson. He took it so well. He was so good.

I have to keep an eye on him though. He might slip into Subspace. He does that a lot when we do pain play. Even now, it's just after 9 in the morning and he's still sleeping. Usually, he wakes up early.

If it was midweek, I'd have let him stay at home.

I kissed his pouty lips and he purred, stirring a little. He moved off of me, turning. I bet he'd be sore when he wakes up. I slipped off the bed and put some clothes on. Jackson likes it when we sleep naked. He likes the skin to skin contact and the vulnerability of it all.

I decided to make him his favorite breakfast. I know he'd be starving. I went to wash my face quickly before heading downstairs to get on with my day.

My mind was racing with thoughts of everything. I want to go and see Samantha, but at the same time I want to stay here and take care of Jackson. I'm torn between the two.

"Michael?" I heard Jackson's soft voice and smiled.

"In the kitchen baby," I called out. He trudged in slowly, still pretty much sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

"Why'd you go?" He said. He'd put on shorts and nothing else. "I missed you in bed," he rested his head on my shoulder. "What's that smell?" He asked.

"I'm making French toast," I said kissing his head. "I was going to wake you up,"

"Well, I'm awake now. I overslept," he yawned again. "I was thinking of going to see Samantha,"

"You were?" He must be just as worried as I am. She's our friend, after all. "Are you good to go anywhere today?" I turned to him.

"I'm super sore, if that's what you're asking me," he said walking around the countertop to sit. His face twisted in pain when he tried to sit. "Okay, maybe not a good idea," he groaned quietly. "Why did you have to have such a big cock?"

I chuckled under my breath, turning back to the stove, taking out the last batch of toast. "You love my big cock baby," I said.

"last night was amazing," he said. I turned back to him and he was smiling, a rosy hue racing his cheeks.

"Was it?" I quirked a brow at him.

"Don't you think so?" He asked me unsure, his eyes searching. I know exactly what he's searching for. I switched the stove off and grabbed the toast to take with me. I got us juice from the fridge before sitting down behind Jackson. He sat on my lap.

"Better?" He hummed nodding, already eating. "last night was amazing," I said. He turned to me. "It was a whole new experience for me,"

"Yeah well, you've been holding back on me," Jackson said hooking one arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, I've been holding back on me too," I said quietly, eyeing him. His face changed.

"You didn't...like it?" He asked me quietly.

"It's not that I didn't like it. I did," I wrapped my arms around him. "I just got scared. That's all. I don't want to hurt you baby. last night, I wasn't in my right mind and I could have hurt you-"

"But you didn't," he argued. "Not in the way I wouldn't want you to. I trust you, Michael and believe me when I say it was amazing. I wish we could do it again," he smiled sweetly.

"Angry sex?" He nodded. "You realize that I'd have to be angry for that? I wouldn't...do that when I'm calm and collected,"

"You are always angry baby," he pointed out.

"No, I'm not," I snorted, taking a slice of toast.

"Baby, you get angry quite easily. And if you aren't angry, then I'll make you angry,"

"You can't make me angry,"

"Don't be so sure," he said smirking. "I can be a pretty mean brat if I have to," he winked at me.

"And," I brushed my hand down to his ass. "I know exactly how to tame my brat," I said squeezing his ass. He hissed, jumping a little.

"Fuck, not so soon," he wheezed.

We ate quietly and I haven't detected any drop with him yet. He seems fine. I can't let my guard down. "You're really okay to leave the house?" I asked him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Samantha," I said. "We should go see her," he nodded without question.

"She needs us,"