Works by Reena Jacobs
The Striped Ones
Shadow Cat
Chasing Shadows (Available 2012)
Control Freak
Brandon’s Story
Regina’s Story
Single Title
I Loved You First
Flash Fiction
Circulatory System
One Wish
Injustice Is Served (Available Winter 2011/2012)
CONTROL FREAK:
REGINA’S STORY
By
Reena Jacobs
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SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Control Freak:
Regina’s Story
Copyright © 2010 by Reena Jacobs
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Control Freak: Regina’s Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Control Freak:
Regina’s Story
I climb the back stairs, my arms loaded with groceries. Unlike most women, I hate shopping… all types of shopping. But I do what I have to. A woman’s work is never done. Freakin’ bullshit.
I open the back door, and the AC hits me as if stepping into a cooler. It’s heaven to the hundred and five degree hell outside. Dry heat is one thing, but the humidity in the south is sticky torture. And the bugs. Ugh. Even now imaginary insects creep up and down my arm. I know my mind’s got the best of me, because I’ve already looked at my forearm twice to find nothing.
I set the plastic bags just inside the entrance and leave the door wide open. Two more bags in the truck and I can enjoy the coolness of the house.
A little help would be nice. Despite the day being late enough for everyone to be home, no one comes to my rescue, and I prickle with resentment.
A sting on my neck gets my attention and earns a swipe of the hand. A quick look reveals a smeared of spindly legs and transparent wings. Double ugh. Despite the heat, a chill crawls over my flesh at the thought of the filthy mosquito piercing my skin. I pick up the pace, grab the last bags and rush back into the house.
Regret hits me hard as a fly zips past my nose. Lord knows what other vermin I’ve welcomed inside. Too late now.
I open the standup freezer strategically placed at the door and shove in food wherever it fits. The freezer needs organizing, but I’m not up for the task. I contemplate paying one of my daughters five dollars for the chore. Then I’ll double it for a job well done. I love tipping the girls after the fact. Watching their eyes light up with happy surprise is my bonus.
I shut the freezer just as a strong arm grabs me from behind. A callused hand covers my mouth. Fear paralyzes my body, but my mind races. Though it should be the least of my concerns, I can’t help but notice the whoosh from the freezer making its vacuum—like the palm creating a tight seal over my lips and leaving me with a suffocating sensation. The index finger touched the tip of my nose. A little higher and I would be unable to breathe.
All I can manage is a smothered groan as I mentally scream. The grip tightens. As if my heart hates the confines as much as I do, it fights, pounding against my chest so hard the pumping blood thumps in my ear.
“Shhh.“ The assailant’s hot breath leaves my ear canal moist.
My karate training kicks in. My brain gives name to the situation. Bear hug. This is it! Someone’s about to get hurt, and I won’t know for sure who until it’s all said and done. At least I’ll have the satisfaction of not going down without a fight.
I spread my legs and drop, lowering my center of gravity. My attacker leans over, and the weight of his heavy body compresses me.
“Regina! Wait!” My husband’s voice stops me from making a series of moves which could possibly leave him with a crushed windpipe, a concussion, and sterilized, not necessarily in that order. I contemplate showing him a little technique appreciation just for the heck of it, but he backs away before I can carry out my plans. He’s always such the reluctant guinea pig.
“I thought you’d like a little role-play,” he says, his breathing coming in pants as fast as mine.
Role-play? Was he kidding? I turn on him. “I thought I was in a fight for my life!”
“I know, but you said rough, remember?” His brows knit together, and his entire face is stricken with panic. He blew it. No doubt he’s thinking of ways to divert the Wrath of Regina.
I lift a brow. “Role-play, huh?”
“I know. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” He shifts his weight, and his eyes flick toward the door leading to the kitchen. “I’ll put the rest of the groceries away.”
Brandon grabs the remaining bags. I follow him and lean against the doorjamb as he circulates between the pantry, cabinets, and fridge. I know I should help, but I love watching him work. Something about him stretching to all the high places I can’t reach is just too sexy.
Towering over me at six two, Brandon’s nothing more than a cuddly teddy bear—a complete pushover. And I love him more because of it. In no time, he has everything in its proper place. Wadding the plastic bags, he turns to me. The crease in his forehead and the shy smile speaks to me unsaid words. Is this good? Am I forgiven, Regina?
I try to keep my face stern, but a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Thank you.”
“I just thought we could have a little fun. The girls are at the park with their friends. They took Junior with them.” His nervousness has set him into ramble mode.
I could try to stop him, but it’d only lead to more explanations and maybe even defensiveness. So, I wait.
“I read a few chapters of your novel.” He stands a little taller, and his chin lifts.
I’m speechless. Almost a year has passed since I first asked. I’d given up on him reading my manuscript or anything else I’d written since. As much as he hates reading, it’s hard to believe he did that for me. Butterflies unfurl from the cocoons inside my stomach, and my cheeks ache from the full grin. “Well?”
A smile wavers on his lips, tingeing my excitement with a little sadness when the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He cocks his head to the side with a shrug. “It was... different.”
Different? “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I just... I just have never read anything like that?” His hand travels down and tugs his pants at the crotch. He blushes and turns away, but not before I see the outline of his shaft against his tight jeans.
I catch his wrist before he can leave the kitchen and sidle beside him, rubbing my breasts against his arm. “How many chapters did you read?”
His eyes focus straight ahead, staring into the dining room. His Adam’s apple bobs a few times. “Four.”
The first erotic scene. I bite my lip on a smile, and run my hand over the bulge in his pants. It never ceases to amaze me how soft flesh can become as hard as bone when pumped full of blood. He’s not quite there, but he will be when I’m finished. I stroke him through the dense cloth, enjoying the feel of him thickening in my hand. “Did it make you hot?”
“Yeah.” He looks at me. His eyes are wide and intense—bold yearning mixed with a bit of fear. He doesn’t trust me not to hurt him. Every rejection is a personal blow to him. I guess it’s expected. Even I have trouble putting all my confidence in him after only three years of marriage. Pastor Bob said the first five years are the hardest, so we’re almost out of the danger zone... I hope.
My fingers find their way to his testicles, and I cradle them in my hand, testing the weight. I love fondling his balls. He told me once it did nothing for him, but it arouses me. The harder his dick gets, the tighter the sacs draw up. “So the kids are gone?”
“Yeah.“ His voice is a husky whisper.
“Four chapters?” I circle around him and align my body flush to his. His cock presses against my stomach.
“Yeah.” His arms are dead by his side though I draped mine around his neck. Uncertainty plays in his eyes. My poor timid husband. Not every woman gets an alpha male. Then again, not every woman lands a husband as devoted as Brandon. I want to tell him, I’m your wife, and it’s okay to let go. But I haven’t let go myself yet. Saying, I do, was so much easier than revealing he’s an intricate part of me, like a heart chamber.
My long ago promise comes to mind. One chapter equals a night of sex. Anticipation ripples through me in a wave of excitement. “So you want to cash in? I don’t know if I can squeeze in four chapters of sex in one sitting. Do you have a rollover plan?“
Brandon releases a slow sigh as he takes my wrists and attempts to pull free, but I hold tight.
“Regina.”
“Yes?”
His eyes hardened to an icy blue, and a frown furrows deep creases between his eyes. “Do you even know how this makes me feel? Having to barter for sex with my wife?”
My smile falters, and I can no longer meet his gaze. It sickens me I’ve turned sex into something dirty for us. Like prostitution. “I didn’t mean it like that.”