Dominic:
Carrying my sexy wife upstairs, she looked so enticing laying on the bed. Her hard nipples popped out against the sweater, her slender fingers playing with her underwear. She had to know that her current outfit would do this to me, her feverish glow on her cheeks telling me that she was just as hungry. Ever since lunch, the desire to take had her greedy little fingers in my veins. Seeing her so dejected at the table shattered my heart, my wife having gone through the trouble of making me a meal so late. Such thoughts were ruining the moment as I tore off the rest of my clothes. Sweat glistened on my muscles, her palms touching them sensually. The days at the gym were certainly paying off, her own body clearly showing signs of working out. Perhaps we could hit the gym together, her quiet smile snapping me back to reality.
"How can I make this experience better?" I queried lovingly, enjoying the stunning beauty of her features. "I don't want to be rough like usual." Shrugging her shoulders, it was clear that her day was crappy as mine. Burnt out as much as I was, I thought my first vacation was overdue. Playing with her hair, my palm couldn't stop touching her bump.
"Do you want to get away? I think his school vacation is next week." I offered with a million dollar smile, an odd look coming over her face. "I am serious. I have worked straight for years. You have gone through a lot so maybe a change of scenery would help us. Come on, I really wanted to go to a cabin in the woods. We can hike and s-" Pressing her lips against mine hungrily, her body arched towards me. Time stopped, her hand sliding down to my stiff cock. Rolling me underneath her, waves of ecstasy crashed over me the moment she took me all in. Grabbing the top of her head, every suck had me nearly crying out her name. Focusing on the tip, short gasps burst from my lips.
"Stop it, Remy." I begged huskily, a wicked grin dawning on her lips. Licking my length, her tongue flicked the spot underneath my head. "Where did you learn that?" Pausing for a moment, she rested on her haunches. Flashing a naughty grin, she leaned over me. Her hair slipped off of her shoulders, adventure twinkling in her eyes.
"I did my research. I don't write spicy scenes without knowing the moves. I happen to have such a cabin that I hide away in for months every now and then. It is in central New York. It has running water and electricity. We can bring DVDs to watch." She informed me simply, the fact that she had a cabin deep in the woods not shocking me. " We can go there. Now let's play." Sinking onto my thick girth, her hips spun around as she taunted me with a strip tease. Her bountiful breasts bounced out, my hands squeezing the tender tissue roughly. Biting her lips, the quiet moans pouring from her lips telling that she was in Heaven. I would have to soundproof it in the future so she could be as loud as she wanted to be. Hopping off of me, she disappeared for a moment. Coming back out with silky ropes, her hands squeezing them repeatedly.
"So I was wondering if we could play. Have you ever tied someone up? I used to tie up my wrists and play with myself." She admitted sheepishly, her eyes falling to the floor. "I know it sounds weird with my past but they never tied me up. The rough bedroom stuff is what gets me off. If I am being honest, I have a few whips and floggers as well. I understand if you don't want to do any of it." Hopping out of bed, I locked our bedroom door. Pushing a hidden button, my secret wall of toys hissed into view. Remy bounced up to the expensive toys, surprise rounding my eyes. Picking up a custom made nine tail whip, she cracked it against her arm. Setting it back, the golden rope draping over her hand.
"It seems you are pleased. Most women aren't up for my style of bedroom play." I commented with a loving gaze, my shaking hands tying hands behind her back. Watching her rub her thighs together, she climbed onto the bed. Pressing her face against the comforter, her ass wiggled in the air. Lining myself up, she cried out the moment I jammed myself in. Bucking my hips deliberately, her body language telling me that she was enjoying this so much more. Her relaxed expression inspired me to increase my speed, loud screams bouncing off the wall. Covering her mouth, her hips began to grind against mine. Groaning gruffly, my hands couldn't stop massaging her round cheeks. Slapping her roughly, another cry of pleasure flowed into my palm. Damn, she really did love all of this shit. Sitting back on my haunches, I took her with me. Holding her by her restrained wrists, small whimpers matched her feverish cheeks in the uncontrollable lust coursing through her body. Curling my arms around my bump, I lifted her up and down. Kissing the nape of her neck, her body melted into mine. Getting lost in the moment, I didn't notice her spinning around to face me. The rope lay beside her, her real smile stealing my heart away for the millionth time. Draping her arms around my neck, the serenity in her face was rare. Curling her legs around my waist, our hips began to dance to the same rhythm. Nibbling on my ear, I writhed under her spell. Fuck, this felt good. Between her luscious walls hugging my thick girth and her rough pleasuring, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Filling her up with my hot seed, pride swelled in my chest at her reaching her climax at the same time. Resting her head on my chest, the way we were huffing said how stunned we were. Our sexual escapade had broken me in a way that I had never felt before, her fingers dancing along my firm chest.
"Did I do okay?" She asked coyly, her hair still wild from our session. "I want to make sure I am perfect for y-" Pinning her to the bed, guilt devoured me whole at the sight of her lip quivering. Tracing her cheek, she really needed to have more faith in herself.
"You are the best I ever had, Remy." I comforted her lovingly, her smile returning. "I mean it. I have plenty of experience and that is putting it nicely. Let's just say you took me places I never knew I could g-" Covering my mouth, her laughter sounded like music to my ears. Scarlet colored my cheeks, her natural personality coming through with her next words.
"Alright, lover boy." She teased with a wink, rolling out from underneath me. "I am going to take a shower. You are more than welcome to join me." Spinning around, the shower turned on." Wondering where the timidness disappeared to, no words could describe the gorgeous woman waiting for me to come in. So many times before that very question had been asked, no interest having haunted me before. Dancing back into the room, she leaned forward. Her hand hovered shakily, her bright smile hiding her pain. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I tossed her over my shoulder. Sitting her down on the toilet, she was struggling to hold something in.
"You are hiding something and I need to know what the hell is eating at you?" I interrogated a little too intensely, her hand scratching the back of her head. Shrugging her shoulders, this was going to be more difficult than my usual tactics to get her to talk. Her being naked was proving to be a distraction, her head leaning on her hands.
"Lucas called me mom today after making me dinner. I fell asleep after one of my typical atrocity-filled days. Not only that, the students and teachers treated me with respect." She uttered with a sad smile. "I don't get it. The kids saw the author while the rest of the world sees a murderer. When are they going to get that I didn't do anything besides saving a couple of women? If I could turn back time, I wouldn't change anything. I would do it all over and over again. In comics everyone loves the hero but in the real world they want to burn you at the stake. Life is so stupid. I am still shocked that you want me around. Like I said before, people push me away." Cupping her face, I couldn't stand for her to feel in such a way.
"Stop. I love you for you. From your fiery temper to your golden heart, you will always be my yellow rose." I promised her sweetly, not expecting her to open up so easily. "Your thorns are beautiful to me. I will always choose to have you prick my skin." Resting her head on my chest, her arms hung limply by her side. My yellow rose had loads of thorns but her petals were brighter than the sun. Helping her into the shower, the warm water cascaded over her curves. Washing her up, her thighs rubbed together as I did. Yawning groggily, she watched me take a quick shower. Turning off the water, she was struggling to dry herself off from the exhaustion. Falling into a gentle slumber, I tucked her into bed. Climbing into our bed, sweet slumber soon stole me away.
Birds chirping woke me from a pleasant dream, Remy seeming nowhere to be seen. Two voices echoed in the home, my answer coming to me. Tugging on one of my newer navy suits, my dress shoe's footfalls echoed down the empty hall. Checking the time, I had to get to work. Rushing downstairs, she passed me my bag of lunch with a peck on the cheek on the way out. Climbing into my car, the bond between Lucas and Remy caused me to smile to myself. Driving to work, my new secretary opened my door for me. His slicked back onyx hair glistened in the lights, his caramel eyes watching me grab everything. His name was Dustin Docton, a strong recommendation of my father. Trusting his advice, he only wanted the best for me. Blowing a piece of fuzz off of black business suit, he adjusted his tie. Standing shorter than me, his slender build was a mockery compared to mine. His credentials in computer science made him a desirable employee, my offer barely getting him. Clearing his throat, he held his hands behind his back.
"You have two meetings today and a couple of accounts that need reviewing." He informed me with a pleasant smile, his eyes falling on my red ear. "This isn't any of my business. Did you hurt your ear last night?" Cupping my ears, a deep scarlet colored my face. Waving away his concern, he marched into the elevator with me. The floors dinged with a short pause, his eyes falling on me.
"Your wife saved my sister and she was wondering if you guys wanted to come over to dinner this Friday." He choked out oddly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Her name is Liliana Martin now, and had a child at the time. My niece wants to meet her too. I understand if you don't w-" Putting my hand in the air, a lump formed in his throat. Flashing him my million dollar smile, his muscles relaxed.
"I would love to join you guys and I think that she would enjoy that. Do you want us to bring anything?" I answered simply, his face lighting up. "She makes a mean dessert." The door opened, the two of us entered the conference room. Steely eyes met mine, our quarterly reports improving ever since I got married. Listening to new suggestions, only a couple of them were doable. Finishing up the first meeting in an hour, little had changed. The next meeting was in ten minutes, my stomach growling. Plopping into my chair, I opened up the breakfast sandwich she made me. Taking a couple of bites, the next meeting would be the same but with my employed bodyguards. That section of my business was doing exceptionally well, the boys shuffling in. Towering over me, they all looked like they came from working out. Sliding them their assignments for the week, no questions were asked. Explaining every case to each of them, all of them stared at my ear.
"Did you have some fun last night?" One of them teased mercilessly, my death glare shutting it down. "Never mind. I don't happen to have a lady at the moment. I have experienced such lovely evenings in my college days." Shooting him a wicked grin, slight terror rounded his eyes. Cocking my head back, they knew that I could beat them regardless of their size.
"Sure. I bet you guys have loads of fun. How about you get your ass to work now." I retorted sarcastically, finishing up my sandwich. Leaving the room, they had to change into their uniforms. Letting out a long sigh, Remy's real smile flashed in my mind. Toiling through the rest of the day, I was packing up when my secretary pressed an address into my palms. Wishing me a good evening, I couldn't get home fast enough. Cranking up the radio, it made the drive all that much shorter. Opening the door, Remy leapt into my arms. Spinning her around, Lucas wrinkled his nose in disgust over his homework. Kissing my lips feverishly, her muscles felt freshly worked out. Setting her down, dinner was in the process of being made. Excusing myself to work out, she wished me a cheery good luck. Changing into t-shirt and shorts, Lucas standing in his own workout clothes made me jump into the air. Wasn't he just doing his homework? Shifting uncomfortably in front of me, he bowed his head in shame.
"I want to get stronger for a girl and kind of wanted to hang out with you." He blurted out oddly, his wet eyes meeting mine. "You are like the father I never got. I know that it may seem sudden but I want to trust you. I have been through the ringer in my life and you both seem super solid. I want to offer my baby sitting services if you guys ever need a date night. Could you teach me some things or could I wa-'' Passing him a thirty pound weight, his face lit up at my obvious answer. Seeing his real crooked smile made me smile warmly to myself, the boy had only ever wanted someone to trust. Spending the next hour working out with him, he opened up about all of his traumas. Stretching afterwards, his wet eyes met mine. Yanking him into a hug like my fathers, his emotions joined the sweat dripping off of me. Letting it all out, it was clear he was comfortable with me. Excusing himself awkwardly, we both split to take a shower. Stepping into the kitchen in matching outfits of black t-shirts and jeans, she was already setting the table. Placing the supplies for tacos on the table, her kind smile caused a ruby to color our cheeks.
"Tacos for dinner tonight. I made the refried beans myself." She chirped cheerfully, taking her place at the table. "I figured that we should all eat together like the family we are." Lucas let out a quiet yeah, his stomach rumbling away. Taking our seats, my breath hitched at the way her face lit up as he kept calling her mom. Breaking into a steady conversation, the two were more alike than they thought. Sitting back and enjoying the moment, my house had never felt so alive. Resting her hand on her bump, pride glittered in my eyes. Pushing her plate away, concern darkened both of our eyes. She only had one taco, her head resting on the table. Clammy sweat drenched her skin, a fever burned her cheeks. Passing out, a pin could have dropped. Feeling her pulse, it was way too low. Panic widened my eyes, her hand holding a bloody wound inches from her neck. Not having to say anything, we rushed her to my car. Speeding to the hospital, fury mixed with frustration. Unable to focus, Lucas held her in the back with salty tears crashing onto her paling face. Squealing to a shaky stop in front of the emergency room, Lucas ran her in. Parking my car in one of the only spots left, my world stopped at my son trying to explain what was going on. Taking her from his arms, my throat cleared.
"She got stabbed by someone today and tried to fix it." I explained calmly, my expression saying the opposite. "She has a habit of trying to do that. Can you fix her?" Fighting my tears, the nurse shouted orders, a team whisking her away. Leaving us to pace in the waiting room, Lucas couldn't stop mumbling to himself. Hugging him desperately, his fists banged against my chest. What was wrong with people? She didn't do anything, and they knew it. His hands hung limply by his side, Ashley running in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. Terror rounded her eyes, the words not coming from her mouth.
"I chased the bastard down but I couldn't get him." She explained with a nervous smile, cupping her hands. "Then I tried to find her for the rest of my shift but I couldn't find her. That stab was deep. Basic stitching would never have fixed that. I knocked him out of the way but he elbowed me in the face." Noting the signs of a broken nose and black eye, she had done her best.
"Thank you. You did your best." I returned with a sad smile, hoping that they could fix her. "I wish she would have said something." The three of us collapsed into the nearest seats, all of us sighing at once. She was such a stubborn little thing, Ashley swallowed a couple of painkillers dry in response to her friends injury. Unable to sit there, I wandered over to the coffee maker. Making a couple cups of coffee, my trembling hands struggled to hold the creamers and sugar packets. Sitting down next to Ashley and Lucas, she accepted the cup of coffee with a gracious smile. Dumping in her creamers and sugars, a long sigh poured from her lips.
"When will that girl learn how to ask for help? I bet she went on with her life like it never happened." She grumbled bitterly under her breath, her friend speaking the truth. Lucas pulled out his headphones, his shaking hands dropping them over his ears. Turning on some music, the similarities were rather obvious between my wife and him. Sitting in awkward silence for a couple of hours, Lucas had fallen asleep. An exhausted doctor came out with a clipboard and a pensive expression, his lips parting to speak.
"She will be fine. It missed anything vital. Miss Ashley, we have to thank you for moving where it was going. If you didn't knock her to the ground at that time, she would be dead." He sighed with pure annoyance, his eyes falling on me. "I would suggest you get a security team for her if you don't want her to keep coming in here. I personally believe her but most of the world doesn't. I was the one who worked on her parents. They were shot neatly in a paralyzing spot. Did she tell you what injuries that she had gotten that day? Her father bashed her head in after she fell from the tree. Even without the use of his legs, he had smashed her head onto a rock multiple times. I had to work on her for hours. Do you know what she said when she woke up? I know that I will never be liked by anybody. They will blame me for everything that they did. I want to die. You shouldn't have saved me. I don't want to live anymore." Silent tears streamed down our cheeks, Ashley's shoulder bobbed with every sob. Too stunned to speak, he continued.
"Then I heard that she was sent to that awful girl's home where they made her sleep in a shed. I tried to petition to have her live with me but she was placed into a mental hospital when at the age of sixteen. She needed to be there because the nightmares had become real." He informed me with a deep frown, tears flooding from his eyes. "She spent eighteen months with constant suicide attempts to the point where the state was going to give up on her. Finally, they let me speak to her. I said that she needs to find a better way for it to go away. Watch her for me. I don't think she is suicidal anymore but please make sure she never gets to that point. You can go see her now." Nudging Lucas, he was in a deep sleep. Ashley promised to sit with him, every step towards her felt like I was walking through mud. Skidding into her room, her shoulder had been wrapped. Sleeping away, a quiet whimper poured from her lips. My yellow rose was far more damaged than I thought, violent sobs wracking my body. Examining her arms, the faded lines along her veins made sense. Looking closer at her neck, fine lines glared back at me. Cupping her hand, my heart shattered for her. Kissing the top of her hand, my thankfulness for having her in her life caused me to cry harder. Lucas knocked on the door, his wet eyes meeting mine.
"Is mom okay?" He asked with a broken smile, my whole body trembling. "Dad, are you okay?" Hugging me from the side, he must have heard it all. Sobbing into his shoulder, I felt pathetic. Rubbing my back, this seemed like a natural job for him.
"I don't want to lose her. She treats me like a teenager and not the one in charge of the house." He broke down, his embrace ending. "I vow to make her feel better when she gets sad." Smiling warmly in his direction, he dragged a chair over to her other side. Taking her other hand, Remy needed to know that she was loved. Laying our heads on her laps, the fact that the beeps were constant gave me a sense of relief. His hand reached for mine, my fingers taking his. Settling into a tainted serenity, we waited for her to wake up.