“Yes, Beast. Just like that,” Thena cries out as I bring the paddle down hard on her bare ass. “Again. Harder,” she whimpers, and I oblige.
Seriously, how is this my life?
Things really don’t get much better than this.
Last summer before we left to return to Cali, Arlo asked if we could move permanently to Rydeville. After discussing it at length with him and his therapist, we made the decision to relocate full-time here. The Luminaries accepted Thena’s cousin as a replacement for her as head of the family, on the condition she makes herself available where the need arises. They are also keen for Arlo to get on the elite track, but agreed to leave that discussion until he turns eighteen. He’s had enough upheaval in his life.
Moving here was the right choice. It was the fresh start my son needed. There are no bad memories here, and he doesn’t feel left out like he was in Lowell when his friends were getting more immersed in the Luminary lifestyle and he was on the outside. He has settled in well at Rydeville High, and he’ll be a junior in August. He’s made new friends, found plenty of female admirers, and embraced our big boisterous family life.
We’re closer than ever, and I’ve cut back on my working hours so I have time to spend with my son and my one true love. Now that Petrov’s network has been shut down in Europe and the Luminaries have fully taken over tracking down other trafficking rings, I have more free time than ever and I’m making the most of it. Athena and I attend every one of Arlo’s games. The three of us have weekly movie and pizza nights, and in the summer, we spend lots of time on the beach and enjoying barbecues with the whole gang.
Arlo and I visit our therapists once a month. I’m still working through all the repressed trauma from my youth, but I have new coping skills now and two amazing reasons to continue fighting the good fight.
“Red,” Athena says, and I stop with the paddle raised midair.
“Shit, did I hurt you?”
She laughs. “No, silly, but I need you to fuck me again now. Arlo will be home in an hour, and I’ll need to shower. I’m covered in your jizz.”
The best part about being our own bosses? Getting to take the afternoon off on a whim to engage in kinky fuckery.
I had an extension built at the back of my house, and we moved the master suite to the rear of the property as far away from prying eyes and ears as possible. Our private dungeon is hidden at the back of our walk-in-closet behind the long rectangular mirror. Thena and I picked everything together, and I love nothing more than getting lost in my girl in here for hours.
“Good point,” I say, spreading her ass cheeks and lifting her butt up on the spanking bench. I lean down and lick a path from her ass to her cunt, burying my nose in her honey scent before driving my cock into her pussy without warning.
“Agh,” she cries out.
“Arms in front,” I command, and she stretches forward, gripping the top of the bench. “This will be hard and fast because that’s just the way my slut likes it, right?”
“You really are my perfect beast,” she purrs as I slam in and out of her, groaning with pleasure as her tight walls hug my hard cock.
I lick my thumb and push it into her ass as I fuck her cunt like I’m a dying man. “I’m youronlybeast, Vixen.” I plan to drill that point home real soon.
“Forever and ever,” she pants as I fuck the breath from her lungs.
I screw her against the wall in the shower as we clean up after our marathon spontaneous session because I’m insatiable for my woman, and she’s the same with me. We get dressed in record time, checking our watches as we rush out of our bedroom and head toward the kitchen. We like to be there for Arlo when he returns from a therapy session. While his moods are more stable these days, we still check in.
Athena slams to a halt in the doorway of the kitchen, and I almost crash into her from behind. “You’re home early,” she says, tucking her wet hair behind her ears.
“And you brought visitors,” I add, spotting the two women in the kitchen with my son.
“Found them on the doorstep,” he says. “Like two lost puppies.”
“Strange thing.” Abby smirks, propping her arms on the island unit. “We rang the bell repeatedly, and we tried both your cells, but there was no answer.”
“It gets even more curious,” Demi says with a mischievous glint in her eye. “They were showering in the middle of the day.”
Arlo bursts out laughing. “They were up to kinky shit in their secret sex room.”
My mouth trails the ground as Abby’s and Demi’s eyes pop wide.
“What the what?” Abby’s gaze flicks between me and Thena. “You’ve been holding out on me, sis.”
“How do you know about that?” I ask my son.
Arlo rolls his eyes as he opens the fridge and grabs a protein shake. He wants to bulk up and he’s eating protein to beat the band. We work out together in our home gym every day, and the three of us go for a run most evenings. Most mornings, Athena and I swim laps in the pool.
“Come on, Dad. I’m not blind or stupid. And I’m not a little kid. I’ve had sex. I—” He straightens up, looking at the faces of the four shell-shocked adults all staring at him.
