Despite my own exhaustion, I spent the rest of the night reminding Jason that Jaden belonged to me, while simultaneously reminding her of the cost of disobeying her husband.I’d find myself buried between her legs every other hour on that daybed, giving her no reprieve from my insatiable lust.
My obsessive need to punish and dominate her body all night caused her to finally break down and beg me to let her sleep, foregoing any future rebellions and promising to be a perfect angel again for me in the morning.With dawn approaching the horizon, I was satisfied that my message was finally well received.So I covered her body in my cum one last time and then rolled off her.She was asleep in seconds, her labored breathing from earlier slowing down and quieting her little whimpered moans.
With the show officially over, I carried Jaden back into our room and placed her under the covers, quickly climbing in behind her.I finally allowed myself a few hours of rest, drifting off to the perfect image of her chained to our bed, body sore and used, my cum coating her skin, and my child growing inside her.
I imagined if Jason had the stomach and spine to stay for the entire show, he too would be falling asleep to the image of Jaden coming all over my cock all fucking night.I hoped that it was permanently burned into his brain, corrupting all reasoning behind his useless little plot to rescue my property from its rightful owner.
If he was smart, he would take the valuable lesson he’d learned tonight and disappear from the face of the earth.But if he did that, then I would never get the chance to flay the skin from his bones for the next thirty years.Either way, my message over the last several hours had been loud and clear.
Jaden was mine.And there wasn’t a goddamn thing in this universe powerful enough to change that.Ever.
8
GOOD GIRL
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Iwas fucking restless.Darren wasn’t playing by our well-established rules of engagement anymore.He’d completely flipped the game on its axis, and now I had no idea how to play.
It usually took little effort to taunt him out of the shadows, the barrier between him and my desires easily broken by his volatile emotions.And through those cracks of his carefully constructed veneer, I could extract just enough to satisfy my needs.
It was a costly tactic, but an effective one.Or at least, it had been.
Suddenly, our usual currency exchange was no longer applicable to him.And for once, he was right.I officially had nothing else to bargain with.And it was killing me.
My anxiety of not knowing what was going on with Jason or Kayla, other than the fact that Darren still hadn’t yet caught them, drove me insane.And being chained to the bed for four days with nothing to do but overthink everything while erratic hormones ran rampant through my system was a hell I was now ill-equipped to endure.
My fortitude for mental torture had taken a hit thanks to this pregnancy, and I found myself struggling to hold back tears at the thought of what my future might hold.
My usual stoic demeanor was shot as everything around me seemed to crumble.I could feel this war was coming to an end, the final storm brewing just over the horizon.I could smell it in the air with the shift of the wind.I just had no idea who the ultimate victor was going to be.
Even after Darren had released me from the bed a week ago, it did nothing to dispel my secret desire for Jason to somehow see me, even if it was just a glimpse.So every morning, after swallowing back my prenatals with a large glass of dumb bitch juice, I’d head outside to spend as much time under the sun as I could.
Unfortunately, I had been banned from the beach, so I had to settle for the gardens.I suspected it was because the only time Darren would actually allow Jason to catch any sight of me was when he was fucking me.Then he was only too happy to rub that in Jason’s face all night.
On a particularly sunny day, I laid out on a blanket under the shade and played fetch with Camaro for a while.My one hand rested against my belly, the dread of my pregnancy still very much present as it bloomed under my palm.
As much as I tried to ignore the parasite growing inside me, my anxiety of the future made it difficult.I was going to have a child, but it still didn’t quite feel real yet.
Maybe it was because I didn’t want it to, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the pregnancy symptoms that just kept on coming.The back pain, the sore boobs, the nausea, and the hormonal fluctuations were exhausting.
I wanted to keep them all to myself as much as possible, not wanting to give Darren the satisfaction from his efforts to trick me into carrying his child.Unless, of course, hormonal homicide was a reasonable symptom.Now that was the kind of pregnancy behavior I could exhibit for him any time he wanted.
From my peripherals, one of Darren’s kitchen staff came into view and brought me the afternoon snack I was now supposed to have throughout the day.She gently set a large bowl of raspberries, blueberries, and sliced pineapple on the blanket, smiled at me briefly, then turned to walk away.
Most of the staff kept their words to themselves around me, not wanting to say or do anything that might provoke their dangerous employer.Still, at least they acknowledged my existence with their kind eyes.
Snatching a few of the raspberries, I popped them into my mouth, but as I chewed and noticed the colors of the fruit, I suddenly had the strangest craving for something I hadn’t had in fucking years—Superman ice cream.
The flavor was native to Michigan, and the blue, red, and yellow colors represented the same colors as the superhero’s costume.It was a mixture of Blue Moon, Redpop Strawberry, and lemon-flavored ice cream, which made it difficult to describe the taste together, but fuck, was it amazing.
You could really only find it in the midwestern states, but since I wasn’t allowed to explore much of California, I had no idea if it existed out here.
And for some reason, that was suddenly devastating to me.
What instantly made it even worse was that I couldn’t even ask Darren to find it for me because it would just remind me of my old life in Michigan, and he wouldn’t allow me anything that sparked a trip down memory lane.If I did ask for it, I would have to explain what it was and why it might be difficult to find, and then he’d find some way to lash out or punish me for daring to request something as stupid as ice cream from my home state.
The last time I did that, Darren fucked me mercilessly in the hidden corner of an outdoor restaurant, where anyone could walk by or just as easily hear me.The rage that radiated from his body then was not really something I was looking to trigger again over goddamn ice cream, not in this pitifully fragile state I was currently in.