Ellington finished school and became a licensed sex therapist years ago. My wife was her first patient and has been seeing her ever since.
“If you can’t make it…”
“I’ll be there.” I’ve never missed a single appointment.
Ellington knows every intimate detail about our marriage. She’s helped my wife a lot over the years.
It was rough when Eve first started seeing Elli. The more Everett talked about her past, the more she began to remember. My wife went so long denying herself pleasure due to years of being raped and abused. But she also craves physical intimacy. To know that not only do I love her, but I’m also sexually attracted to her. And there’s nothing sexier than her on her knees begging me to fuck her. But that doesn’t mean it was or still is easy for her. I may treat her like my dirty angel, but I show her all day every day that I love her.
My cell goes off, and she pulls away so I can remove it from my pocket. She glances at it and arches a brow when I hit Ignore. “I’ll call him back.”
She eyes me skeptically and I kiss her forehead. “Go get ready for me.”
“Kash—”
“I’m going to play with you, angel.” I inform her and watch her pretty eyes go heavy. “Go get ready for me,” I repeat and slap her ass when she turns, exiting the kitchen.
Everett spent every day at Carnage with Laura throughout the pregnancy. At the same time, she was studying. Before our kids were born, she got her GED. I was so proud of her. Eve worked so hard and came so far. She didn’t need it, but it was something she wanted for herself. I surprised her with a party at Janice’s. I had never seen her happier to spend the night celebrating with her friends and family.
I exit the kitchen and walk down the hallway to our primary suite, passing all the photos that she’s hung on the wall over the years.
Our kids know that their mommy didn’t carry them in her belly, but that doesn’t make her any less of a mother. It wasn’t easy, and there were times we weren’t sure we’d get to become parents. We might have two kids, but we’ve got a big family.
My wife has helped plan birthday parties, holiday dinners, and family vacations over the years with people that have always been there for us. Saintand I agreed a long time ago to never leave Ashtyn and Eve in a room alone. For the most part, they get along, but my wife still has her temper, and Ashtyn is just Ashtyn. Better safe than sorry.
We have dinner with Haidyn and Charlotte at least once a week, but of course we see them every day since we live right next door to one another. I still make sure that she gets one-on-one time with her brother. They’re very close, and I couldn’t be more at ease knowing she has him in case something was to happen to me tomorrow.
I enter our bedroom and see Mini lying on the bed. She hisses as I walk by. Haidyn, being the nice big brother he is, got my wife an F1 Savannah cat. At first, I thought it was cute. Then it just continued to grow. Now I’m feeding it raw meat and watching my back when I get near it. I swear the thing is big enough to suffocate me while I sleep. It even has a leash for when we take it for walks. I remind Haidyn every day of how much I don’t like him. And he reminds me that it’s as close to a dog as you can get with a cat—it’s trainable.
The bathroom door opens and my wife steps into the doorway, placing her hands on the trim, showing me what’s mine.
She’s fucking stunning.
She’s dressed in nothing more than black thigh-high fishnets and a pair of designer heels. Her faint scars are a reminder of what I almost lost. “Come here,” I order and she drops her arms, strutting toward me—one red bottom in front of the other, swaying her hips. She’s teasing me, knowing I’m going to take my belt to her ass. The naughty smile on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Coming to a stop, I brush her hair off her shoulder so I can see her breasts. Dropping my hand, I run my tatted knuckles over her hard nipples, and she pushes her chest into me, letting out a moan.
“I’m going to make you beg for it, angel.”
She whimpers, her lashes falling to her cheeks. “Please?”
“Just like that,” I assure her. Grabbing her hand, I walk her back through the bathroom and into our closet.
Going over to the far wall, I press in a code, and a secret door opens. Eve needed a place to be my dirty angel. With kids, we knew our sex life would be limited, but my wife isn’t the kind of woman who wants to make love. We’ve done it before, but she requires more than that. She needs to be owned. Used.
So while building this house, we added a basement. One that only we can access. A place where we can work on her training. Therapy helps, but my wife needs more than that.
The door pops open, and I hold it for her to enter first. I follow her down the stairs and flip the light on. We’ve accumulated a lot of devices over the years. I do my best to stay creative for her. There have been a few things thattriggered her, but for the most part, she begs for more and lets me have my way with her.
She trusts me with her life, and Eve knows that I’d never risk that.
I walk over to the dresser that sits in the center of the room and open the top drawer. Belts of various sizes and lengths lie across the black felt. Picking one up, I face her. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
Doing as she’s told, I make her wait a few seconds while I look over her heels, fishnet-covered legs, and bubble ass. She stands perfectly still, waiting to be played with, and my mouth waters, wanting to put my lips all over her.
I lift the belt over her head and line it up with her breasts, making sure it covers her hard nipples, and then bring it around her arms. Sliding the leather through the buckle, I pull it tight and fasten it in place.
She whimpers, and I turn her to face me. “How does it feel?” I ask, pressing on the leather. They’re made to be inside out due to the spikes that are pressing into her skin.
