Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (3 page)

“Nice to meet you, Nova,” he
said, raising my hand to his lips.

I was surprised at the
old-fashioned gesture, I thought people only did that in those
Victorian romance movies. In those movies, the gentlemen never had
the look of hunger that Cal had in his eyes though, which he never
took from mine until he had released my hand.

“Y-you too, Mr. W-willis,” I
stammered out.

“See you tomorrow, sweetie,” my
Mom said. “I’ll be back around noon.”

“Have fun.”

The door clicked shut behind
them and I leaned my back against the wall, letting out a huge
breath of relief. How my Mom managed to stay so calm around that
man I had no idea, it was almost impossible to think of anything
beyond ‘what does this man want me to do?’

When she returned home the next
day, bow-legged and glowing with that dreamy look on her face
again, I knew they’d been somewhat further afield than second-base,
but that certainly wasn’t a subject I wanted to broach with her. It
all seemed too good to be true, Cinderella stories didn’t happen in
the real world, did they?

When I turned eighteen, we
actually went out to a restaurant to celebrate it for the first
time in… ever. My Mom said it was for her and I to have some ‘us’
time because it was my special day and things might be very
different in our future. The way she was talking certainly raised
my suspicions, it was really odd, but when I questioned her about
it, she just said that today was all about me, about her and I
against the world, and to just have a good time. So I did.

The very next day, however, she
said we had to have a ‘serious talk’ and she sat next to me on the
sofa, pulling something out of her pocket. She opened the small
velvety case and showed me a ring with a huge diamond so bright
that I almost had to shield my eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“
Really?
”

“Sort of…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there are… uh… some
conditions.”

“Like a pre-nup?”

“Yeah… but there’s a little more
to it.”

“Just spit it out, I’m dying
here, we need to celebrate. Wait, you said yes, right?”

“No.”

“
What!?
”

“I needed to speak with you
first.”

I was almost floored. “No you
didn’t!”

“Yes, I did, it’s about the
conditions. They… uh… involve you.”

My heart sank and I began
thinking the worst. I had some issues about my lack of a Father.
Despite my Mom’s assurances, I always had to wonder if he left
because of me. What were these conditions? Was it that he didn’t
want me in their life? That would be the worst for me, another
rejection like that.

“Does he want me to… stay here
when you go to live with him?” I asked. “Because, if he does… you
should still say yes, Mom, I want you to be happy.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s…”

“Come on.”

“He wants you.”

“He wants me to what?”

“He wants
you
. He wants
an heir… uh… and he wants you to provide it for him.”

“He wants me to be his
heir?”

“No, he wants you to
provide
it for him, the natural way.”

“What? But…”

“I know… it’s insane, but he’s a
good man, really. And he can save us from all this,” my Mom did a
general gesture around our shabby apartment.

“But Mom,” I lowered my eyes and
whispered, “I haven’t even had sex yet.”

She paused for a moment and put
her hand out to place it on my knee.

“I know, baby… it’s too much to
ask, isn’t it? I’m sorry for bringing it up, I should have just
told him you wouldn’t do it… it was just so much harder to think
when he was right there.”

My Mom pulled her phone out of
her pocket and began pressing buttons, presumably to find Cal’s
contact details. I was surprised at the turmoil of emotions inside
of me. Indignation that he thought he could just use me to breed,
like I was his property or something. Embarrassment at having to
mention my sexual experience, or lack thereof, to my Mom. Shock at
the whole situation.

Those were all the emotions I
was expecting. What I
wasn’t
expecting was the flicker of
hope at having the power to change our lives. The urge to stop my
Mom from dialling that number was also there. Most unexpected was
the faint tingle of flattery and shameful lust. Cal Willis was
possibly the most eligible bachelor in the country… and he wanted
me
for sex and an heir.

I thought back to the times I
had met him, each encounter had left me feeling even more flustered
than the first, and now it all started to make sense. The lingering
stares, the borderline-inappropriate touching, like when he had
squeezed past me in the hallway, his crotch brushing against my
ass. I had
sworn
at the time that I felt a bulge in his
pants, but brushed it off as my imagination. Now I wasn’t so sure,
but the thought of him
taking
me had certainly sprinted
through my mind when it happened. I reached out and placed my hand
on top of my Mom’s.

“Wait… let’s think about this a
bit more.”

*****

I stared out the window of the
limousine as it slowed to a halt outside the grandest house I had
ever seen. Huge marble columns supported the ceiling over an
imposing entranceway leading up to a heavy-looking wooden door with
a security guard stationed there. My heart jumped into my throat, I
couldn’t believe I was here, and really doing this.

Cal had paid for first class
return flights to LA, as well as a limo at each end. The journey
had been awkward to say the least. It wasn’t enough that I was
going to his house so he could use my virgin body, he had also
given me instructions on how to dress, much like his dates with my
Mom. In my case though, there was no expensive designer dress on
the doorstep. He wanted me to wear my school uniform and have my
hair in pigtails, and he wanted me to travel to him like that.

As far as I had ever been able
to tell, my school uniform must have been designed and rolled out
at a time when whatever board or committee that made the decisions
was fully populated by horny old men. The skirt was short, the knee
socks left a tantalising gap of bare skin on one’s upper thighs,
the shirt was white, with just the faintest hint of being
see-through. Not completely see-through, of course, it was opaque
enough for its defenders to claim that you had to be looking really
hard at a schoolgirl’s chest to see anything, and nobody wanted to
admit they were looking really hard at a schoolgirl’s chest.

I wore a long coat to the
airport, hoping people wouldn’t stare at my pigtails too much and
think I was a bit strange for wearing my hair like that, but the
airport security staff made me take it off when I went through the
metal detector. The man with the metal-detecting wand thing after
the big one that you walk through nodded to the person sitting
watching the x-rays of carry-on luggage. Turning his gaze back to
me, he motioned for me to walk through.

Even though I was sure I wasn’t
carrying any metal, it beeped. The man told me to hold my arms out
as he waved the wand over me and patted me down. Finding nothing,
obviously, he told me to have a nice flight. It was too hot and
uncomfortable on the plane to wear my long coat, I could see
everybody’s eyes on me. I’d always been thankful for the school
uniform before, everybody wearing the same clothes meant I didn’t
stand out as the poor girl. On that flight the uniform did exactly
the opposite, I was as conspicuous as possible.

The limo driver opened the door
for me and I stepped out into the warm night air, took a deep
breath, and headed towards the door. I’d already been told that my
bags would be brought in for me and as I approached the security
guard, he reached over and opened the door without a word, holding
it ajar for me until I was through and it clicked shut ominously
behind me.

A butler who looked like he had
seen everything before walked up to me with a face that would have
seen him through to the finals of a poker tournament, a tray
carrying three wine glasses balanced professionally in his hand.
The wine glasses each held a different beverage, one red, one pink,
and one white. I had to assume they were wine, I’d never drank any
before so wasn’t exactly an expert.

“Nova Thatcher?”

I nodded, “That’s me.”

“Welcome, I trust your journey
was a pleasant one,” he held out the tray and continued before
waiting on my response. “Please accept a refreshment, I wasn’t sure
what you liked to drink so have a small selection. My name is
Henry, by the way, let me know if you need anything while you’re
here.”

Well, why not?
I thought,
my alcohol-virginity wasn’t the most important thing I had planned
on losing that night. My hand hovered over the red and the white
before settling on the pink because it was the prettiest. The
butler’s eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly but when I took a sip
I was happy with my choice, the bubbles danced in my mouth and felt
wonderfully refreshing going down my throat, leaving a little
tingle in my nose.

“Mr. Willis will see you in his
study now, if you please Ma’am. Follow me.”

Henry led me up the huge
staircase directly across from the front door on the other side of
a foyer and I took a moment to survey my surroundings. Marble,
antiques and expensive-looking art was everywhere, it was such a
contrast to our apartment, the only art on our wall was the
scribble of crayon I had put there when I was little.

Henry turned left at the top of
the stairs and walked down a hallway past several doors before
knocking on one and opening it for me. I gulped, thinking of how
shaky on her legs my Mom had looked the day after Cal had first had
sex with her and hoped he would go easy on me, I hoped I could just
float away somewhere in my mind and come back when it was all
done.

Stepping through the door, I saw
Cal reclining in a chair with his feet up on a huge desk, tapping
away at a tablet PC as he smoked a cigar. I hated the smell of
cigarettes, but the faint cloud of cigar smoke had a much less
harsh scent, it conjured up images of twilight on a beach, if
anything. That and money, it smelled like Cal might have saved a
bit of cash if he’d literally just set a roll of twenties on
fire.

“Ah, Nova, glad you decided to
come. I think you’ve made the right choice,” Cal said as yet
another door clicked shut behind me.

“Um… Hi,” I blushed and had a
second, much bigger, sip of my wine.

“Come stand here,” he said and I
felt my feet moving almost before he’d finished, bringing me in
front of his desk, while he looked me up and down. “I hear you’re a
virgin, is that right?”

I looked down at my feet and
blushed even harder, “You can’t ask me that,” I said.

Cal stubbed his cigar out in an
ash tray, set his tablet PC down and got to his feet, slowly
circling his desk like a predatory animal that has found some
defenceless prey stranded too far from its mother. He stood close,
towering over me like a giant, and raised my chin until I was
looking into his eyes. I felt my heart thumping in a panic, had I
just displeased him and ruined everything?

“Can’t I?” He asked.

“Y-yes you can. I am,” I
squeaked.

“That’s better. Not a very good
start, Nova. You need to consider this a trial run, if you fuck it
up then I’m not marrying your mother, lovely though she is. You’re
lucky you’re so damn sexy or I’d drag you out the door by your
pigtails. You’re going to need to put everything into this little
performance, make me
believe
it. Hell, I think you’re going
to be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. I saw all
those little looks you’ve been giving me. Under that pretty virgin
exterior, there’s a little slut waiting to get out, isn’t
there?”

“I… don’t know,” I said.

Cal still had my chin between
his finger and thumb, making me maintain eye contact as he told me
things about myself that even I wasn’t sure of. Coming from his
mouth, it felt like the certain truth and I felt a little flutter
in my stomach that sparked a tingle between my legs like I’d never
felt before.

I’d been in Cal’s presence
previously, of course, but I’d never been the sole focus of his
attention, never felt the full brunt of his incredible willpower.
He was a man who could make or break entire towns, the sheer
confidence he had was downright sexy.

With his other hand he grabbed
my wrist and brought it between his legs and I gasped when I
clearly felt his heavy balls through his pants, I could feel his
heat through the material.

“I’ve been saving a big load for
your little pussy, Nova, I’m going to fill your womb with
everything I’ve got, you fertile little bitch.”

He pulled my hand upwards and my
shock was not appeased in the slightest when I felt the shaft of an
impossibly hard and thick penis under my fingertips. I couldn’t
help myself but try to grasp it, to feel how big it was. Cal nodded
in approval and the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

“There’s the slut. Didn’t take
much to have you make an appearance. Say ‘fuck me hard, Daddy’,
Nova. “

“I… d-don’t say bad words.”

Cal had hit me with a
double-whammy there, I never swore and did he really want me to
call him ‘Daddy’? I’d never called anybody that… it felt so
forbidden to be use that title in this situation.

“You say bad words now, Nova.
Say it,
make me believe it
.”

“Fuck me hard… D-d”, I whispered
almost below the limits of human hearing.

“Say it, you dirty little
girl.”

“Fuck me hard, Da…”

“Do it, Nova, tell me what you
want.”

“Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

“Louder.”