“And my bed was made of metal, and it was painted too.” I nodded eagerly, the memories rushing to me. “I had so many stuffed animals, and most nights, they’d end up on the floor, but my dad would come and gather them up to help me sleep.”
“You remember your dad?”
“A little. He had a mustache. It would tickle when he kissed my forehead. He was obsessed with theRed Wingsand always smelled of beer. But I loved it. He was always wearing jerseys.” It was all finally returning with gusto.
“They’d have barbecues, but I was the only kid, so I’d be allowed to hang out with them for a little bit, but then I’d be taken inside to watch movies on the couch while they hung out with all of their friends.” We left the room and I took Constantine through the house, recognizing it now. We passed Stephen at the base of the stairs, and with his permission, we went to the backyard.
“Do you remember any of them?”
I shook my head. “Just blurs of faces. No names. But they were always fun. My parents were loved.” I sighed, recalling goodnight kisses, burnt pancakes, and lots of laughter.I turned back to Stephen and offered my hand. “Thank you for allowing me to explore your home. It’s lovely, the changes you’ve made.”
He nodded. “I hope this helped.”
“It did.”
“The neighbors always spoke kindly of the Rosales when we first moved in,” Stephen said as he led us to the front and out of his house.
“Rosales.” Even though the truth about my origins had been revealed a week ago, it still felt foreign on my tongue. “Sorry, it’s just weird to hear.”
“Is that not your last name?” Stephen frowned and eyed us warily.
“It is. I just didn’t know until recently. Thank you,” I said one last time, and together, Constantine and I went to the car.
“Thank you,” I told Constantine, leaning against the car door.
“Of course. I’d do anything for you, Eisley.” He put his arms around me and his hands slid down, cupping my ass and squeezing.I blinked, feeling the intense pressure of the plug still firmly planted inside me. It didn’t hurt anymore. It felt… interesting.Constantine saw my face and a wicked grin spread over his lips.
He knew.
“Eisley Rosales.” I smiled. “Weird to hear.”
“Eisley Blackwood. We’ll be getting that changed.”He grabbed the necklace around my neck and yanked me forward. Pinching the ring between his fingers, he growled, “You’re mine, in every sense of the word, wife.”
Rule 34 - Eisley
Know who you’re dealing with.
“Get in the car.”
His growl vibrated against my neck as he whispered the command in my ear.
My pussy throbbed with sudden need, and I did as told.We sped off toward Shelley Vale.
“Spread your legs,” Constantine ordered.I parted my thighs, and he inched his hand over, sliding under my dress.“You’re so wet already.” He chuckled, tracing his fingers over the front of my panties. “Is that because of me or because of the plug in your tight little asshole?”
“Both?” I squeaked out as he pressed his thumb against my clit.
“I knew you’d like it. You just needed to break out of your shell some more.” He moved my underwear aside. Sliding a finger up my lips, he slid inside, and I gasped. “You walking around with that plug has me so fucking horny for you,” he said, swirling his finger around my wetness.“I knew you’d wait for me.”
I closed my eyes, and after taking a fortifying breath, said, “Constantine, I have a confession.”
“I know.”
“Know what?”
He slid two fingers into my hole, and I clenched. I was still not used to the feeling of something inside me, but the plug made it almost unbearable. Unbearably good.
“I know that you fooled around with Kansas,” he said, pulling out and then pushing back in, slowly, almost tauntingly. “But you never came, did you? You saved that for me.”When I nodded, he said, “Good girl, now come for me right now.”
