Filthy Commitments

Jett

Jett

Sipping a cold beer as I sat on the deck of my Malibu beach house, I got a message from a guy I went to high school with back in Maplewood, New Jersey. Hot on the heels of my mother’s news of a huge family vacation came the news that our high school was having our ten-year reunion on July twenty-fifth at the gym.

Josh was one of my best buddies back in the old days. He was already married with two kids, and anytime I talked to him, his wife was shouting out female names. She wanted to pair me up with one of her single women friends so we could all pal around together. I, of course, wasn’t into it.

In college, I messed around with a few different women, not a ton of them. I wasn’t quite the playboy my family thought I was. When I turned twenty-five, a friend of mine took me to an exclusive club in Portland, Oregon. He told me I’d find women there that would be more my speed.

Ron and I went out with a couple of women we met at a bar one night. He noticed the way I treated the one I was with. I had certain expectations that she couldn’t seem to comply with.

Yappy broads are a thing I couldn’t stand. I liked quiet women, who spoke only when they had something interesting to say. Small talk bored me. I liked intelligent women who didn’t mind letting me take charge. That’s a hard combination to find.

I didn’t consider myself bossy or controlling. I thought of myself as a self-assured man who knew what he wanted and how he liked things to be. Not that the world should revolve around me or anything like that. It’s just that I didn’t like to explain every little thing I did or wanted to a woman. And that had me being single. Not many women want that in a man. But at that club, many, many women did want that.

The Dungeon of Decorum was a dream come true for me. I had taken on three different subs at different times. I also dabbled with quite a few of the women in the club, without making them mine. It was easy to let all of them go. Nothing was ever overly emotional, a thing I liked about the entire setup.

With my subs, there were contracts made that had my rules in them. The women understood what I wanted and complied with everything. I wasn’t into any kinks at that time. Normal s*x was all I wanted. Mostly, I wanted control. I wanted a woman who did as I told her to. She kept quiet, did anything I asked of her without so much as an eye roll, and laid down for me when I wanted her to. Simple and easy.

After a while, I added in a few things. I found I liked to bind their hands behind their back or over their heads. I liked to cuff them to the bed. And on occasion, I liked to s***k them with my hand or a paddle. Nothing overly painful. To me, I’d have to get too into their heads to know what they wanted or needed. I wasn’t a typical Dom. I didn’t eat and breathe the role as a lot of the men I knew at the club did.

Part of the pleasure they got out of it all was thinking about their sub and what they could do for her. I just wasn’t that into it. I wanted that lifestyle for me, not anyone else. Did that make me selfish? Hell yes it did. I didn’t care, though. I wasn’t in it to make life-long friends. I had a lot of those already.

When Josh’s wife started naming off the women she knew that I could take to the reunion, I added to my lie. I told Josh I’d gotten married since we’d talked last. It would be her I’d take to the reunion, he could tell his wife to forget about setting me up any longer.

Now I had two functions I needed a wife for during that summer. A few days later, I received an invitation in the mail from my college roommate. He was getting married on the third Saturday in June. I hated to go to weddings alone. It was just too depressing, and all the bridesmaids hit on me.

I didn’t enjoy being hit on. I was the hunter, not the prey.

And as I sat on the deck, finishing off my beer, I got a text from my cousin back in New York. She was getting married at the end of August and wanted me to be there.

Two weddings, a reunion, and a week-long vacation with my extended family and Hamptons’ royals. What was I to do?

Not one of the subs I’d ever had was the right kind of woman to play that part. They were all a bit on the nasty and sinister side. I needed a good girl. One you’d find in the house next door. But she’d have to be easy for me to get along with for three months. We’d have to live together to make it all look real.

I had rings to buy. A home in New York would be a great prop too, I thought. I could easily put that all together in no time at all. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was how to get a good girl to become my fake wife.

The doorbell rang, and I went through the house to answer it. My neighbor was standing there with a chocolate cake in her hand. “Hey there, handsome.”

“Maggie. What’s with the cake?” I stepped back to let her in and went to the kitchen to grab another beer. I didn’t bother to get her one. She wouldn’t be staying.

“I made it for you. Isn’t today your birthday, Jett?”

“Nope.” I opened the beer and took a long drink. Maggie always had some excuse for why she was coming to my home. I wasn’t surprised she’d come up with that one.

She placed the cake, that was caved in on one side, on the dining room table and put her hand on her round hip as she threw her stringy black hair behind her shoulder. “Oh, my bad.” Her finger touched her lower lip as she made a vain attempt at looking sexy. “Well, you can have the cake, anyway. Got an extra beer in there, Jett?”

“Nope.” I tossed the bottle top into the trash and went back out onto the deck. “Thanks for the cake. You know your way out.”

She followed along behind me anyway. “I didn’t see any take-out boxes in your trash. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“I have not. I may call in.” Pulling my shades off my head, I put them on and looked out at the ocean, instead of at her.

Maggie annoyed me. She always had. It was just that she was so damn obvious. She wanted me. And that, in itself, turned me off.

I knew to what lengths women would go to who wanted me. I wasn’t about to get trapped by any of the conniving bitches.

That’s why I liked the whole system of the Dom/sub relationship. If I said to take birth control, they did. If I said don’t get your a*s pregnant, they obeyed me. Maggie and other women like her couldn’t be trusted.

When Maggie walked up to lean on the railing of the deck, she leaned way over as if she was looking at how high up she was. She was showing me her a*s. Her large a*s that was clad in some short shorts. Funny how it didn’t tempt me at all. Not one little bit.

“I could make dinner for you. I make a mean spaghetti.” She turned around slow and easy, jutting out her plump breasts. Again, it gave me no rise. She just wasn’t the package I wanted.

“If I told you that you were wasting your time on me, would that stop this t*****e?” I took another drink and looked past her, instead of at her.

“t*****e? You think a woman offering you cake and dinner is t*****e?”

“You’re offering me more than that.” I pulled my shades down to look over them at her. “If I told you to go to my bedroom. Put on the blindfold that’s in the left-hand nightstand drawer. Get n***d and on your knees and wait for me, what would your answer be?”

“Which door goes to your bedroom?” She smiled a sinister smile.

“And that is why I don’t want you. You’re too damn easy, Maggie.”

“I’m not into games.” She took a few steps, shaking her a*s as she went.

“You are into games. I’m not. I’m into straightforward s*x with no strings.”

“I can do that.” She blew a kiss at me.

I took another drink. She was already boring me. “You’re not the right one, Maggie. You don’t have what I need. I need a good girl.”

“I can be your good girl, Jett. Try me.”

I got up and took her by the hand, leading her into the house. She was already breathing heavy as I went through the house. Then I opened the front door. “Bye, Maggie.”

She stopped the heavy breathing with one loud huff. “Jett Simmons, you’re a f*****g d**k!”

“I know.” I closed the door in her face and locked it. Then went back out to my deck to think about what I could do about getting myself a fake wife.