In His Custody
“You’re going to get it. Wrap your legs around my waist, baby. Don’t you know I’m gutted over seeing you cry?” He unzips and a second later, his shaft prods me between the thighs, hard and thick and ready. “Have to fuck, little girl. Have to orgasm you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, clinging to him, wrapping around his big body like ivy. “Please.”
His steel fills me in one thrust and I scream into his shoulders, my knees jerking where they rest on his hips. “London Allen, I’m in love with you,” he says hoarsely against my ear. “I’ll never spend a day apart from you for the rest of my life, so help me God.”
Pleasure spears up inside of me and washes me clean, washes away every doubt in my mind, until there is nothing but a future with this man. And I can’t wait to live it.EpilogueBrodyFive years laterI grip my wife’s hips and ride her pussy hard from the back, watching her eyes start to go blind in the mirror over the bathroom sink. Her ass cheeks shake with the force of my thrusts, her legs struggling to keep her upright under the onslaught of my lust.
Goddamn, she is so fucking hot, it pisses me off. And I don’t bother to hide the irritation from my expression when we lock eyes. I let her know exactly what I think about her red high heels and leather skirt. At the sight of my annoyance, her painted lips curve up at both ends.
Baring my teeth at her, I wrap her long blonde hair around my fist and roughen my drives, making her moan loudly. “Do you actually have the nerve to smile at me after strutting out of the bedroom and making my cock stiff?” I draw her head back until her entire throat is exposed. “I think you’re starting to enjoy your spankings too much, London.”
I don’t think, actually. I know.
Today is a huge day for London. She’s helping cut the ribbon on the first roller coaster she helped design. After graduating from engineering school early and interning with one of the best designers in the state, she’s put her mark on the first of many projects. And it happens to be at the park where we made love for the very first time. Which might explain why she named the roller coaster Conquered and gave it a romantic theme, complete with mist and red lighting.
London entering the workforce and fulfilling her dreams has been incredible. Watching her grow in confidence only makes me love her more, which I didn’t think was possible.
But her working around a lot of men—never mind that they’re mostly of the nerdy variety—has led to a lot of in-office spankings for my wife. I like to show up when she least expects me and calmly close the door to her office. Then push her face down over her desk, ruck up her skirt and slap her gorgeous behind until she’s wet enough to fuck.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately), London hasn’t completely lost her rebellious streak and can’t seem to stop dressing in a manner meant to tease. To incite me.
As she’s done this morning.
I don’t realize I’m grunting loudly in time with my thrusts until she glances back at me over her shoulder, her face flushed, eyes glassy. “Don’t forget, the b-boys are downstairs with Betty.”
Yes. Our sons.
Although it wouldn’t be the first time they overheard me and their mother going at it. Nor would it be the first time our nanny overhears. She’s walked in on us rutting like animals more times than I can count. Poor London can barely look the woman in the eye.
It can’t be helped.
Over the last five years, my obsession for London has turned nearly unmanageable. She is on my mind every split second of the day. My desk drawers are now overflowing with items that belong to her. Scarves, photographs, and yes, panties, just so I can feel near her when I’m working. We’ve renewed our vows every year for the last four and I’m already considering making it a twice yearly event. Just to calm the beast inside me, reminding it that London is mine and she’s not going anywhere. Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Five years ago, when London ran from me and I gave chase, bringing her home in my arms, her mother was nowhere to be found. I think when she saw the fear and devastation in my eyes when London ran away, she knew I would allow no interference. That what I have with her daughter was bigger than anything she could understand—and it wouldn’t be wise to disturb the waters. When I sent her the divorce papers the following week, they returned signed without a problem, and now London only receives birthday cards.
I asked her once if she was still sad about her lack of a relationship with the woman and she only shook her head. There’s no room for sadness when happiness is taking up all the space. My heart still hammers in my chest when I think about London saying those words.