Duke

“Thank you. You can come inside if you like.” The two officers come inside and wait by the front door.

“What’s going on?” Frannie asks, coming into the room in her pajamas. Pajamas is kind of a loose interpretation of what she has on though.

“It seems I am being arrested,” I say nonchalantly.

“Arrested? That motherfucker,” she says following me into the bedroom, where I throw on a t-shirt and my tennis shoes.

“I’ll be back soon. Call Baron and let him know what’s going on, please,” I say kissing her. “Don’t forget to call him, precious,” I whisper.

“I won’t,” she says with tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry.” I begin to wipe her freely falling tears.

“This is my fault,” she says, and it breaks my heart.

“It’s no one’s fault, Esther. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” I kiss her one more time before going back to the door. “Ready, officers?” I ask, following them outside. The ride “downtown” was uneventful.

All in all, I sat in central booking for less than twenty minutes before Baron and our lawyer, Dave Sawyer waltzed in. I was in and out with a notice to appear with a court date set in September. Sometimes having money really comes in fucking handy. I can’t wait to see that prick in court. He’s lucky all I did was break his nose.Chapter FourteenEstherTwo Weeks LaterUgh. ugh. Is the resounding sound in the bathroom as I throw up food, I haven’t even put into my mouth yet? This sucks ass, I think as I sulk on the floor. The only thing that is even marginally worth it, is knowing why this is happening. I rub my stomach before leaning over the toilet again. I feel hands move my hair back, and instantly I feel so much better. Crazy how just a person's presence can change everything.

“Are you done precious?” I nod because I can't do anything else. Lifting me onto the sink, I swing my legs back and forth as he bruises my teeth and washes my face. His eyes never leave mine, instead they seem to be inside of mine picking my soul apart, bit by bit.

“What are you doing?” I ask, as he lifts me from the sink, but doesn’t head towards the bedroom.

“I think a shower will make us both feel better. Don’t you think?” He quirks his eyebrow. That same damn eyebrow that makes me bite my lip, which sends him over the edge. Like now. The corner of my lip ends up under my teeth and he growls. His way of warning me there will be consequences. I don’t know how many times I have to tell him it only makes me wetter. “You really like pushing me don’t you, baby?”

“What if I do?” Then, something else hits me. “What is with you and showers anyway?” He doesn't respond, setting me on my feet, as he strips our clothes. He strips my clothes off with a reverence. His hands are moving slowly and intently, like he is scared to hurt me or something. We enter the shower and he picks me back up. My legs wrap around his waist and our mouths meet tenderly and with urgency. My back is against the wall. He grabs his cock and rubs it up and down my pussy, the water no match for the cream dripping out of me with my need for him. The emotion in his eyes, eviscerates me as he gently slides inside of me.

“Look at me, precious.” His voice is calm, but commanding. I look at him and try to hide the tears. The tenderness he is imbuing on me is reaching every part of me. His mouth reaches for mine once again with his eyes still open studying me. Giving me a chance to confess all my sins. His hips move once, grinding against my clit. My head goes back, eyes closing at the sensation. “I said look at me, baby,” he enunciates, grabbing my hair, bringing my eyes back to his. “When were you going to tell me, precious? How long were you going to wait before telling me, my son is inside of you?” He pulls out and slams back in, as the question leaves his mouth. The punishing strokes he takes with his hands under my ass, pulling me on and off his beast. His eyes are accusing, angry, elated, and filled with love for me and our child. I couldn’t tell you how long we continue like this. The only thing I know is that my love for this man and his body is insatiable. Whenever he comes for me, my pussy is always ready. He slides against the spot inside of me that brings me to heaven, and I feel my pussy wrap around him, begging me not to let him leave this snug, warm place, being coated with his ownership.