This serial starts as soon as they get back from Western Cape. We are doing this for Angel because through no fault of his own he never got to experience Ezekiel’s pregnancy with Judah. This is a love letter to one of our favorite couples! This picks up right are their night of reconciliation and will follow the rest of the books until we get to Oz and Lourdes Story which kicks off the Bastard Brothers Syndicate Series or Seven Bastards/ Seven Brides (maybe we should do a poll on which series tittles y’all like the best.
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One
Ezekiel-Jane
As amazing as last night was I know I’m going to be sore. Angel’s forgiveness was beautiful and incredibly intense.
The push presents took my breath away one of which I’m walking to right now. My brand new F-150 Lightening sits gleaming in front of the house.
“Where are you going again?” Comes the stony voice behind me acting like we haven’t been over this at least five times since this morning at breakfast. The thick little guy in his arms squirms seemly excited to be going on his first ever excursion since we arrived back in Shelby Love.
I’m taking Mama-Pete to her Deaconess board meeting then I’m swing by the library and the Kandie Shop.
“Un-huh,” Grumbling as he places Judah in his car seat.
Standing a little to the side I watch like an eagle making sure he snaps my baby in securely. When he’s done I sidle beside him wiggling my finger inside the straps to test their snugness.
“I know what I’m doing, Buttercup.” Turning to face him I get lost in his smoldering whiskey colored eyes.
“I know.” Blushing, i crane my neck up at him in time to take my lips. His mouth covering mine is firm. I gasp at the carnality of it all when his tongue pushes past my lips.
Delicious shivering sparks cascade along my skin. Getting on my tiptoes I rise to meet him.
“Stay.” He demands, urging. “Come back to bed and give me my pussy.” Placing hot kisses along my neck.
“Ahem.” Snatching away from me a hot flush foods Angel’s rugged jaw. Neither can I hid my own embarrassment when I see my tiny little grandmother, the fierce matriarch of our family dressed to the nines tapping her dainty feet looking at us with marked disapproval.
“Making late for my meeting with all this carrying on ain’t the way to get no sweet potato pie come Sunday.” If Angel was wearing a hat I swear he’d be tipping it at my granny in respect.
“No ma’am, I was just saying goodbye, to Judah and Easy. Let me get your door.” She turns with a quirked eyebrow at me, then follows him as he goes around to open her door.
After another quick kiss, helps me into the drivers side.
Nostalgia rips through me reminding me how he did this following our first night together as a married couple after i stumbled into the El Diablo clubhouse after having an accident on Hwy 17.
As soon as he straightens i can see he still remembers as well. There is something more in his eyes as he whispers, his jaw taunt. “Come back to me.”
Reaching up I touch smoothness of his chiseled jaw. “I always will.”
A slow smile curves his lips as he closes the door.
“Yep, he’s definitely putting another baby in you. If he ain’t already.” Mama-Pete, falls out laughing beside me.
Angel
It took everything in me not to snatch Easy’s little ass back into my arms, grab my son and lock them in our suite of room and damn what any one says.
This is the first time I’ve let either of them out of my sight for more than an hour since we returned from Western Cape.
“Proud of ya, son.” Pa-Pete’s gravely murmur greets me as I enter my home. Turn to face the older man sitting in the glider we got for Easy and Judah.
“What makes you say that?” Huffing out a laugh, I take the seat opposite the man who’s become more like a father to me than any other save my own.
“You let baby girl go on her own with your son. After all you’ve been through, I know how tough that is. You showing her that you trust her even though she ain’t earned it. You stepping out on faith with that. Imma tell you right now, I don’t know if I coulee done it. Not with Miranda. Ain’t no way, I’d let that bird leave with one of mine after pulling stunt like that and trust she did it a time or two.” He nods at my questioning a look.
“Really?” I ask not bothering to tell him referring to the matriarch of the Love family as a BIRD is highly inappropriate because it wouldn’t do any good.
One thing I learned real quick once I absconded with octogenarian couple and brought them here was they were as older people like to say set in their ways. They quickly realized I was keeping them out the cross-hairs of the war between my El Diablo crew and the Loves descendants.
I made no secret they were my insurance in making sure my wife was returned to me and my sister, Lourdes remained untouched in all this.
“Yeah she was feisty like our Kandie. The young’uns in this generation ain’t been through nothing. Kandie came up hard, the rest of them — ” He shakes his head in slight disappointment. “They ain’t tough like her — now don’t get me wrong they strong in their own way. The way my darling little Nikki had Mathias all messed up and Krie had the big bad C E O round here looking lost. Yeah, that was something to see. But Miranda and Kandie are another breed. The way my baby set Ulysses car on fire. That’s straight out her granny’s play book.” How he manages to give a hearty chuckle while simultaneously mouthing his pipe is a skill perfected over decades though he never lights it up now. A stipulation his many grandkids and wife insist on .
“Despite whatever perceived softness the men who love them erroneously perceived about them we have all faced a reckoning with your grans. That’s a testament to the values you and Mama-Pete have instilled in them.” Nodding in agreement he rises just as two of men he’s mentioned arrive at my front door.
“Humph” he grunts, “I reckon I’ll head out on my morning constitutional.” Both men greet him — Kiyoshi gives him a deep bow befitting his status as he head of the family and Mathias shakes his hand before pulling him into a tight but brief hug.
“I guess Nikki is wearing off on you.” I snark after he releases Pa-Pete’s bristling form before the older man escapes out the main entrance, grumbling to take his daily walk of the property.
“No different than Easy is on you,” Mathias shoots back in a dry tone.
Kiyoshi observes us with a stoicism that is cutting. Not a man to waste time he markedly glances at his watch letting us know we have less than ten second to knock off the banter.
“Aight, what brings both of you all the out here knowing I’m taking time off to be with my family?”
“Perhaps this conversation would be better in your office.” Kiyoshi says with Mathias nodding before he adds. “There are also some other interested parties who’d like to be brought into the discussion. “
Nodding, I lead the way to my office that has over a dozen buffers to block any type of listening devices. The feds have no idea my home even exists. I’ve invested enough funds into in blocking satellites and other invasive tech to keep my family’s privacy. Easy’s family is vast and though I know they will keep quiet as kept mistakes happen.
No matter who’s listening they’d never get into my office with the impenetrable barriers in place.
Taking my seat, I flip the switch that silences and scrambles everything within the room, so I can hear what the men present have to say.
“Wassup?” My gaze lands squarely on Kiyoshi.
“You should be expecting a call. You may want to pull your screens up.” No sooner than he finishes his statement does my Sat phone pings.
I don’t bother checking before I pull the incoming calls onto the screen opening behind the bookcase that concealed it moments ago.
“Gentleman. ” I nod to the twelve men whose visages flood the screen, The Shipmoore brothers — Porter, Bishop, Priest and Deacon; rarely not seen together, today they seem to be in different locales. Tsuyoshi Tatsumotto their arch nemesis until fairly recently and all seven of the Bastard Brothers including, bitch ass Ozymandias Love — my lovely wife’s cousin. If i could kill his as I would. The only reason he’s still topside after that bullshit he pulled keeping her from me the whole time she was pregnant.
I suck my teeth as an unhinged grin spreads across his face.
“What’s happened?” I ask the room at large.
“Two days ago we intercepted three shipments between our territory and those of the Tastsumoto.” Bishop speaks up. Porter is the older brother but Bishop runs the dirtier side of the business.
“And this matters to El Diablo, how?” Quirking a brow, I let them know all curtesy is at end. these motherfucker’s are taking away from me planning Easy’s return from her little outing. I still need to have the chef make the kale Caesar salad she said she was craving last night.
“After a thorough interrogation.” Watching as a small smile plays across the Tatsumoto mouth, I know the sadist means he tortured them. “We discovered where they hailed.”
“South America. Columbia to be exact.” Nikko Savalle, cuts in with wrathful precision. Fighting trafficking is the side mission of all the Bastard Brother’s since they all have been impacted by it.
Every man present has made it our business to put the those who profit and promote it in the ground.
“After further research.” Oz says with sick relish. “We found many children. Some as young as three.” Every face sours — even those who already knew. the details
“The Columbia arm will be handled. Send me everything you have.” I don’t have to say through encrypted channels. They already know how we do business. We put our own work in. Authorities from our respective countries are never brought in — they will either botch it or try cover up their own involvement.
“There is one more thing,” Nikko adds, “In the last shipment. There were six kids who were from areas in around Shelby Love. We already did the backgrounds on each them. They were said to have moved or been adopted out of the counties.”
“Fuck.” Mathias swears viscously.
I don’t bother because whoever I find daring to prey upon our most vulnerable will rue the day they were born.
Easy
“Hootie-hoo! Look who the cat dragged in. And with that big ol’ handsome man!” Kandie hollers when I step into the spring garden of the Takeda’s Japanese mansion.
The lush beauty of the garden is decadent. Flowers bloom in vibrant colors as butterflies flit around taking nourishment and spreading pollen. There is a little water fall and a low pound with a bench. There even seems to be some sort of little replica of a temple.
Krie once told me how serious the Takeda’s were about honoring their ancestors.
My cousins are all sitting in dainty little chairs and benches that have plush overstuffed cushions lining them. The atmosphere is so magically serene, I almost relinquished Judah to my cousin’s eager arms.
“Uh-uh,” frowning at her I shake my head. “Where did you come from? The Kandie Shop or home?” Clutching my baby back to my chest I take a step back shaking my head.
“Home. After you all but threatened us with not being able to hold Baby Judah, if we weren’t germ free.” Popping her hand on her hips she huffs out a laugh shaking her head.
“I get it,” Mimi, our doctor cousin chimes in. “I was like that with Mateo.”
“Nah, you were worse.” Nikki says taking up an entire settee crossing her legs tailor fashion.
“Yeah,” Kandie nods agreeing vigorously with her sister. “We gave you a lot of leeway because we know how long it took you to even get pregnant with Mateo plus the whole thing with him not really being your husband’s Leon son, but the result of a one-night stand with a rock star and all.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from hollering at this crazy girl, because how is she gonna say that knowing that Mimi previous husband was dead?
‘You are so out of order.” Taylor murmurs shaking her head, but still can’t hide the giggles escaping her.
“I know y’all having a good time but we really need to get down to business if we want to be able to take care of this situation before Kiyoshi get home.” Krie warns us. “Easy bring that baby over here so we can all look at his little pretty face before this entire meeting devolves into fisticuffs.”
I move over to the seat beside her she’s patting that’s obviously for me and Judah.
“I love that new baby smell.” She hums leaning in to get a whiff of my big boy.
“Me too.” Sighs Mimi and Kandie.
Pouting, Kandie comes over opposite us giving Krie and me mean a little look. I shrug at her as if to say it’s not my fault I have to acquiesce to the wishes of the hostess.
After I settle, and everybody leans in to look at Judah’s little sleeping form cooing over him, telling me how big and beautiful he is, I realize what a blessing it is to be surrounded by all of the amazing women in my family, who supported me in my rights and my wrongs
Which is why my cousin insisted upon this meeting. We’re here oday because our focus now that Prosperity Shipmoore has been put out of commission after being kidnapped for helping Flower run away from Akchiro’s mean tail last year, is to help other women escape dangerous situations they find themselves in with their spouses or partners.
“So who is the lucky girl this time?” Taylor asks looking at the group at large.
“Girls.” Krie smirks a little. “My aunt in law — Madam Takeda and Flower thought it would be a nice come-uppence if Bridget and Evangelina were given their wings.”
“They are going to lose their ever loving minds.” Nicki says. “The only thing that will prevent them from burning everything down is the fact that it’s their own mom that’s behind it”.
“Well, they never should’ve took them in the first place.” Krie says like a woman who knows she protected by her big bad husband. I mean we all are but he’s also related to the men who we are sabotaging.
Nodding, I agree. Sometimes you have to bully the bully back in order to create balance in a relationship. One thing I realized well in Southern Cape was I regained my agency after being forced to marry Angel. That night after the storm, which led me to the El Diablo compound changed my life irrevocably.
I realized that I was very lucky to have found Angel. Not every girl ends up with a man like him. One who will stop at nothing to protect her. Even though I was coming from Revival, I had no idea that Angel de la Muerta would be waiting for me.
That night also had Rudy who nearly killed us both and I’m not even naive enough to think that what happened to me and my happy ever after happens for a lot of people.
“So Madam Takeda must not like how her sons are behaving towards Flower’s besties?” Canting my head to the side. I look to Krie who seems to have the most accurate information.
“The Takeda’s are a different breed of men.” I watch as Taylor who is not only Krie’s cousin, but now also her sister-in-law nod in agreement to what she’s asserting.
“Not to mention your particular Takeda has a whole other motherfucker residing in his head. How is monster?” Kandie quirks a brow in serious inquiry.
” It’s Guardian and he’s doing just fine. Don’t make me sicc him on you” Taylor smiles. “You got enough problems with that alabaster following you around like an old hound dog.”
Whatever Kandie was about to say is squelched as she snaps her mouth closed. Everybody knows in and around Shelby-Love that she’d rather bite her own tongue off than admit her love and ongoing affair with one, Sheriff Ulysses Shelby. One of the scion’s of the richest family in the county —probably one of the richest families in the country and every Love’s mortal enemy. The only thing Love’s hate more than a F-5 tornado in the middle of the summer in the hot Alabama heat is a Shelby. And our feisty, nosy, often slightly tipsy cousin is head over heels in love with one of them. She knows she aint never living that down. And on occasion we use that thing to make her hush. Ulysses is a good Shelby much like Nikki’s husband Matthias, so they are the only Shelbys that get a pass; other than our Mayor Sebastian, who is only half of a Shelby since his mother is also Brazilian like Mathias. He was also not even raised a Shelby, but it is the product of an affair Mathias’s father had with one of his workers which by all intents and purposes, knowing that bastard was not consensual is she was like seventeen when she had him.
“So what’s the plan?” Mimi asks in the quiet moment we are gifted as Kandie struggles with a pity comeback to Taylor shutting her down.
“We’re hoping to move Christmas. Takeda will have the staff ready at Takeda Manse ready to help them escape. In the meantime, we need to set up decoy locations to give the girls enough time to disappear. Then why they are busy running around like chickens with their heads cut off looking for their wives we can move ahead with our other goal — helping Prosper escape that maniac Yakuza prince Akchiro gifted her to.”
In that moment it almost seems as if the hair is on the back of Krie’s neck has risen alerting her of danger.
Slowly, she turns as if called. All of our heads swivel following her like a family of meerkats in the Sahara sensing a deadly threat.
Standing at the threshold of the garden — Kiyoshi Takeda, the deadiest viper of them all.
Krie
Note from kgb. As this story evolves you will be getting POVs from other characters. I think it will give a fuller picture and nice behind the scenes action in Shelby-Love. Please lmk what you think! Happy Reading, hunnie-drops and friends! (also you will have to read all NSFW versions of the story on my website free here or as a paid member. Patreon does not allow NSFW posts at the free level. TW: edgīng, spǎnking, bøndage, cruelty, ✨BEE-DEE-SM✨
KRIE
“Are you going to be okay?” Ezekiel Jane pulls back looking at me with a look of concern in her eyes as they dart behind me where my mean ass husband stands leaning against a pillar on the porch with barely concealed impatience. Or should I say blatant impatience because Kiyoshi is anything if not obvious.
“I’ll be fine. We are nothing if not resilient and know how to persevere in this family.” Smiling at her, I sneak in and give Judah a quick peck on his crown which causes him to gift me a giggle-gurgle and a mean look from his mom who in still deeply into that don’t touch my baby phase.
“Well, alright then.” She concedes turning away before whipping back around to asking, “Do you think he’s going to say anything to the rest of the guys?” Worry brackets her brows as they furrow in consternation.
“He knew from he start I helped you. He’s not going to interfere in my business. Just like I don’t get into his. We trust each other to do what’s best.” Her eyes darts behind me and I know she realizes he’s missed none of our exchange. Whatever she sees in his eyes mollifies her.
More hugs follow from the rest of my cousins. I stand there waving “Goodbye” to them all until the last vechicle passes through the gate.
“Bring your ass.” My head snaps around at the cold words just in time to see my husband disappearing into our home.
I follow and feeling trepidation for the first time since that night he saw me hugging while trying to hug Santiago after he found out that Mimi had been keeping the truth that he was Mateo’s father from the Spencers.
His form moves through the mansion like a panther, traversing the long sleek corridors of our home for what they are — the lair of a predator. In his case a viper honed on the blade of a katana.
Trepidation skitters along my spine as I follow his tall, lean form. He’s making no effort to slow down for me.
Bypassing his office Kiyoshi leads me up level after level. Dread gives way to anticipation and more as the moment I realizing where he’s taking me. As we traverse our home I am still in awe at how as I continue to follow him I at the base of the trees, then eye level the branches only to finally be far above them. The architecture and the puzzle box structure of our mansion still is a marvel tome after all this time especially when it seems as if it is all one level.
If he simply wanted to give me a strong talking to or even one of his frightening lectures then his office is more than sufficient. He wants more from me. Needs more from me if he’s taking me to our playroom.
My mind goes back to the first night he met me in the darkness to bring me to this room. we were so new then neither of us fully knowing where se stood with the other. A shiver rolls umps spine remember how i stood before him that night was he wielded his Katana slicing my clothes from my body until they lay before me in ribbons on the floor.
When we reach the black lacquered door he pauses just long enough lean for the retina scan having long ago replaced the key pads in our home at Hisashi’s insisting all Takeda’s move to biometrics. At my question of the need for this security my husband simply stated, “Our enemies are just as intelligent as we are. We’d be foolish to underestimate them.”
When he steps back so I can pass, is screw him mean look then roll my eyes making sure my much smaller body brushes every part of him mine can reach as I enter the room.
I barely clear the threshold when he fists my pony tail stopping me in a tight hold.
With slow deliberation he twines my thick hair over and around his hand again and again drawing me close until my much smaller curviness is flush with his tall, lean frame.
I hear an ominous click the moment he leans down to my ear. “Let’s see just how much of a brat you can be, wife after I spank and stretch your little kitty-kat as you’re so fond of all her. “
My body is so in tune with his that she immediately responds to his words. My nipples peak and my sugar-cake clenches with need.
“Walk before I make your ass crawl,” he growls above me steering me forward.
The room is a Dom’s paradise of black, steel and velvet. One wall is lined with various floggers, whips and paddles. Restraints of all size are displayed on another. Vibes, violet wands, and glass toys on display shelves are neatly arranged. Of course there is a pleasure swing, St. Andrew’s cross, harnesses and various benches and even very interesting table to pose my body in any position my husband desires.
He leads me to what he likes to call his version of the notorious Alabama electric chair, Yellow Mama, only instead of bright yellow this one is black trimmed in velvet save the seat which is leather.
“Have a seat.” He instructs as though i have a choice with his hand planted firmly on my ponytail.
“Why so docile all of a sudden, little wife?” Comes the glacial tones of laced with a boredom I ‘m not fooled by. He’s waiting for his moment to pounce. I know better than to invite the viper lurking literally on his flesh for me alone to see. I know my punishment is coming. There is no avoiding it. But I’m anything but silly and getting edge within an inch of my life is not something I’m going to invite though I’m pretty sure he will come close to it. He’s going to doit regardless but the length and severity of my punishment is based my perceived contrition.
Why the ache deep and low in my pelvis intensifies at this insanity, I will never know.
He makes quick work strapping me into the oversized chair. My arms are snuggly buckled in. My husband made sure to have the inside of them lined with silk. The same with the thigh and ankle restraints.
“Lay your head back.” My eyes widen at his words. This is new.
“What is your safe word, beloved?” His gentle tone belies the cold glee resting in his gaze.
“Jihi.” I pant, hanging my head low watching my chest rising and falling in a staccato rivaling that of a butterfly’s wings— not in fear but anticipation.
” Again.” a strong hand grips my chin lifting my face so that I meet his gaze.
“Jihi.” I whisper sliding into a submission.
“Good girl. You know I’m going to have punish you. You know what you’ve done to deserve it, yes?” His dispassionate tone clearly indicates he knows about my cousins and my enterprise since it’s inception.
Once Prosper went missing and we helped Ezekiel Jane and Saban relocate to Western Cape, I should have known he never would have believed me when I said it was as one off.
Still, whether it is to continue the play session or plausible deniability, I can’t give in that easily. I know deep down he doesn’t want that either.
“No, Sensei. I don’t know why I’m being punished.” I manage right before his hand whips out manacling my throat in an unyielding hold.
“So you want to play?” He sneers leaning down so that our noses touch and breaths mingle. He is all menace and calculating malice. “Let’s fucking play.”
Releasing me so quickly my head snaps back he pulls himself to his well over six ft height gazing down at me stoically. Age impassiveness makes my heart beat fast like hummingbird’s wings in anticipation.
With cold determination he presses my head back against the cushioned headrest then secures me in place with a heavy leather strap. Unlike the ones at my wrist, thighs and ankle this one has no silk lining. It is designed to strike fear in me — to stand in opposition to the sleek comfort at my lower extremities. It is designed to drive the point home.
I am at the mercy of my husband — a pure sadist.
“Once again, kiri. Give me your safe word?” Implacable. Cold. My Dom; not my husband.
“Jihi.” I answer again. giving him the word for mercy, while inwardly I preen at him calling me beautiful.
“You may cry to your heart’s content. I will heed nothing until you utter that word.” He tells me. I know he will stop. He did before when in the lowest point of my life after watching my life’s work go up in flames and i felt i had n other choice but to safe word him. That moment more than anything built a deep trust between us. He immediately stopped and gave me time to figure things out. It was his purest act of love. From his actions during that time I know my husband, no matter how hard he is, unforgiving, cruel even, will always love me, protect me — sometimes from myself when he thinks I’m wrong.
Knowledge of the depth of love does nothing to stop the gasp that spills from my lips when he slips the hood over my head.
My already fast heartbeat escalates. I feel his fingers press into my pulse points.
“Who sill take care of you always Kirie?” Come the disembodied words reaching me through the hood.
“You will, Sensie.” the little wobble in my voice cannot be missed but I know he will praise me for reaching past my fear. Hard firms fingers stroke my pulse point. Immediately i sink into his touch inhaling letting calm settle over me.
“Good, kirei. You’re so prefect you know that?” He asks giving my wrist an encouraging squeeze not bothering to wait for a reply before I sense him moving away from my tethered body.
He moves like lighting and quiet as a wraith. I struggle to catch sound of his movement hoping to discern what he will use.
Goosebumps spring up on my arms despite the temperate atmosphere of the room. I’m spread open and laid bare for his diabolical attention. The longer he takes the more time i have to allow my imagination to run wild. I know despite his kind words this is his intention. our play is more about the mind fuck than it ever was about us just getting off.
“Ahh, squirming. Seems like you’re ready, my naughty little wife.” he murmurs directly behind me.
I know my husband so well. Though I’ startle at his words I’m not surprised.
“I best your dick is hard as fuck right now.” I can’t help but giggle being bratty.
“Shall i show you how hard it is when I make your ass choke on it?” His words are venom in my ear.
A loud smack on my pussy elicits a scream from me at that tail end of his words.
“Shall we begin?” His dark chuckle precedes another slap with with bare hand and another.
I’m panting through the merciless pain. No slow warm up to build to this point this time. His punishment is delicious in it viciousness. My coochie is sore and weeping with want in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
“Please,” I beg arching into the stinging slaps against my core. I want him inside so bad that I’m straining agains the ties seeking more.
“nah, I don’t think so. You feel you know better than me in all things.” Stepping away from me for a moment I hear his fingers slicking lube onto something.
“Such a pretty little pussy for such a bad little cumslut.” leaning in he tongue my clit before dipping down to my slit and laving there. With malice and intent he easing a vibe into my drenched pussy.
“Ohmygood—” my words cut off when i feel slick pressure at my rosette.
“Time to train your bottom. I have been so patient with you little wife. Now it’s time we explore deeper. Push against it or give me your safe word.” Pausing he waits on my acquiesce.
Doing as he bids i press back until he’s claimed yet another of my orifices.
It can’t be more than a couple of inches but i feel so full.
“Ki—” crying out his name when he remotely starts both vibes making my mini orgasm wrack my body.
“Shh, I got you lil mama.” He kisses me through the hood. “Fuck you look gorgeous like this. Such a good girl for me, Krie. I’m so proud of how you are letting me train your asshole. Shall i show you what seeing you like this does to me?” His praise ratchets up liquid pleasure reading through my veins.
“Mhmm, ” is all i can mange along with a nod.
Cool air brushes against my face when he pulls the hood free.
I’m immediately greet with the rip cord strength of this wiry body towering over me. His thick long dick slaps well past hi navel. the tip is pearled with precum.
I’m not even conscious of licking my lips until his gaze snags on them.
“Open your fucking mouth.” The gentle press of his hand on my jaw belies his mean words.
“That’s it.” His stare locks on mine as he guides his dick past my lips then deeper into my mouth. “Yeah, take this motherfucker, wife.”
He doesn’t stop when he reaches the back but pushes deeper until he’s made his home in my throat. “that’s it. that’s my beautiful girl taking my dick down your throat so well.”
Methodically he starts fucking my mouth. I open like he taught me, letting wetness spill from my mouth, not swallowing to was his way.
“You want so bad to be a bad bitch, when I already told what i require.” he growls picking up his pace. Sinking deeper into submission as he hits the back of my throat the clutches the hair at my nape forcing me to meet his onyx gaze. “Today, you will learn. Inhale.” as soon as I do he increases the intensity of the vibrators while fucking deeper into my throat. Euphoria claims me as orgasm from both holes shatter me as my husband owns my throat fucking it so ruthlessly.
“Fuuuuuck, keep it open,” he shouts pulling free coating my mouth and face with his come.
Subspace fully claims me and I fight not to black out.
“You are magnificent. So beautiful and brave.” Soft words break through the pink fog of bliss as he takes care of me.
Then he’s kneeling before me his eyes shrouded with concern as he cups the sides of my face searching for any distress. “Do you require my mercy, Krie?”
“Are we not done sensei?” My words sound scrathy. shakings head he gives me water.
“We are if you require mercy little wife. However, your lesson is far from over. It seems you need reminding who protects you about all others. You have invited others into our dynamic as have your cousins. I will always take care of you as well as care for you, which you will know by now. ” It is then I realize he needs this as much as I do. He needs not only my submission but my trust. I shook that going behind his back and now I must affirm to him the sane way he has done for me.
“I don’t need mercy, Kiyoshi. All I need or want is you.” Reaching up touch his lips before leaning in to capture him in a kiss.
“Then let us begin.” Rising he steps back ice sling back over the dark abyss of his eyes.
“CRAWL.”