Page 132 of Axton

I was proud of how far I came in a short period of time. I was comfortable and happy with my life outside of the cult. I still missed my papa, and I worried for his soul, but Michael comforted me when he didn’t even know it.

Watching his muscles as he sparred with Creed didn’t help my problem. I craved Michael even more than ever. My husband knew my body probably better than I did at that point. Some nights he wanted to make love to me slowly. His lips had probably kissed every inch of my body. His rough hands gently ran over my skin, and it was a very tender and loving act. The next night he might have felt a bit dominant and gave me orders before he blew my mind with rough sex. I loved it, and he only did certain things because he knew I loved it. Things like squeezing my breasts a little too tight, smacking my butt or my breasts. I liked it when he wrapped his hand around my throat and when he made me get on my knees and crawl toward him. I loved serving him, but I also liked it when he served me. I was going to go insane not having sex, but I knew I’d be disappointed in myself if I prevented a pregnancy God wanted for us. I was fully aware that I wasn’t like other women, but I wanted to carry Michael’s child. It wasn’t something that had to happen right away, but I wanted it to happen the way it was meant to happen in spiritual marriages. Michael wanted a baby too, except he hoped to hold off a little longer, like a few years.

I was so turned on by watching how incredibly skilled he was in that ring, that I noticed my hand was squeezing my skirt and that pulsating heat between my legs was growing intense. Twenty minutes later, my back hit a set of lockers as Michael devoured my lips. His fingers were inside me and I was panting through my breaths.

In that moment I knew I’d not regret waiting outside the locker room until Creed left, then walked in to find Michael in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

He flipped me around and my cheek pressed against a metal locker as he growled into my ear. “What do you think you’redoing by walking around without panties?” He teased my little nub.

“They’re in my handbag.”

“You thought you’d temp me at a very dangerous time of the month?” He bit my earlobe and that shot straight through to my overactive libido.

“Yes.” I breathed out in a heavy breath.

“Then you better hold on to something, because my dear wife, I’m going to fuck you against this locker so damn hard you’re going to lose that beautiful fucking mind of yours.” I gasped in shock to the pleasurable pain when he shoved himself inside with little to no mercy.

“God yes!” I cried out.

He bent me over a little more, then gripped on to my hips and slammed into me. “You better hope this is over quick and nobody walks in here, because I’m not stopping until you come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I wanted him to be rough with me.

He pulled back and slammed into me again and I let out a small scream, only because I was trying to control it.

He did it again and again until he was relentless. Each thrust came harder and faster. I fought to be able to turn and look back at him. He was biting his bottom lip as he looked down between us. My head hit the locker over and over again, but it didn’t hurt. Not that I could tell anyway. With one hand on my shoulder and the other digging his fingers into my hip, all you could hear in the room was our whimpers and moans, slapping skin, and my head hitting the locker.

I reached down and rubbed my nub, and he praised me for it, just as my entire existence exploded and I was shot into heavenfor a brief and very intense orgasm. As soon as I came down, he flipped me around then sent me to my knees, where he stroked himself and released between my lips, then on my face. I watched up at him as his muscles tensed and he fought to breathe through it. Once his body relaxed, he wiped my face off with his towel, then stood me up and straightened my dress. He held onto me for a moment and reminded me that he loved me, before he led me to the sink to wash my face. That’s how he was with me, gentle when I needed gentleness and demanding when I wanted to be controlled. It always ended with being in his arms where he showed me the deepest compassion and love.

Three days later, it was once again Friday and I was on a jet, but it was different that time. Michael and I were on Creed’s Lake’s private jet with an entire unit of operatives. Michael was exhausted because he commanded a unit Wednesday night and wasn’t home all night, then had to command for a second night with only a few hours sleep on Thursday. While he slept, I studied. There were a few things I had to study for, and that was the Indiana teachers license exam, and the Indiana driver’s license exam. Michael was supportive and he helped me study for both on most nights. I could tell he wanted me to succeed as much as he wanted success for himself. We were equals, partners in just about everything, lovers, and best friends. Our only disagreement was when to start planning for a family, but Michael had a habit of giving me what I wanted eventually. He liked to spoil me, and I hoped he saw that I liked to spoil him as well.

It was late when our jet landed, and we still had to drive to my old home. Yes, we would be spending the weekend in my childhood home with a few operatives sharing the space. The rest of the operatives stayed in Merriam’s home next door. We fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. The next dayhe set up his computer system and live streamed to all the compounds. Everyone that attended the church I grew up in, attended the meeting. I ruffled some feathers when I showed up in an unapproved dress, which was a simple short black skirt, knee high boots, a white cashmere sweater with a black thin belt and a leather jacket. That was enough to cause a few gasps, but when I took a seat with a female operative to my right and a male operative to my left in the front pew, I really set my brothers off, which was my goal. To top it off, traditionally females sat on the right side of the church and males sat on the left. I took a seat on the left because I had a point to prove. Paul had a fit and my husband kindly reminded him that there were new rules in place. I knew it ate at Paul. Typically, when a woman left our community the way I did, they would be excommunicated. Not end up as their new Catholic leader’s wife. He had to accept sooner than later that the Order Of The Unseen Hand was officially shut down.

My husband looked larger than life when he stood at the front of the church. He gave testimony to the validity of our marriage, and where the parishioners sat with the Federal Government. Well, he didn’t give them too much information, just enough to keep them seated. He informed them there was in fact an investigation, and explained how it would be best for everyone if they separated from the church. Three of my brothers were excommunicated, and Paul was left as the top elder. What they didn’t know, was that we received word a few days prior that there was a little surprise for everyone.

We had operatives at every compound, and every member was in their churches watching live when it happened. I heard the click of the doors lock, and agents wearing blue jackets with the letters FBI entered from each side.

“If you have had a child with a young woman under the age of consent in your state, please see one of these fine agents that are here to assist you in the process of our judicial system.” Michael announced.

I sat with the satisfaction of knowing the cult that raised me was officially out of business. All my brothers and the elders, along with all the parishioners who took young brides were taken out of the church in handcuffs.

“For those of you who are left, my operatives have tables set up outside to assist you in starting your new journey. There are also some FBI agents that will be auditing your businesses. You will no longer be able to deposit money into any accounts associated with the Church, so you will be given assistance in starting your own bank accounts. This isn’t the beginning of the end, that started as soon as Jeremiah Brown stepped foot back into these compounds. This is the beginning of new starts for all of you. I do not have the inheritance yet, but for those of you that have no income, Creed’s Lake will be assisting you and will take a reimbursement when that inheritance is released. Until then there are a few trusts that can help the most vulnerable first. You are free to stay in your homes, but the operatives have forms for you to fill out. Non-disclosures, a promise not to let these men back into your homes if they make bond, and you will all be expected to take the assessment. It will tell us each and every need you all have as individuals. For those of you that are unemployed, we will be working with local businesses that need employees.” He went on, but I had some concerns. Most of the women had little to no education and they depended on their husband’s. I expressed that to Michael, and he agreed to get the county social workers involved. There would also be help from the government through their welfare programs. At least until the inheritance was released to Michael.

The meeting ended, and Michael and I waited for the church to empty before we stepped out. I held on to him for comfort as I looked around and saw frantic women asking for help, and there were a great deal of tears, but I saw one thing that warmed my heart. A group of my youngest former students hugging each other, but they weren’t crying tears of sorrow, it was joy I was seeing.

One of the hardest things yet, was accepting that my mama wasn’t thriving at Creed’s Lake, and once she was done going through the life skills program, she and Merriam would be going through with their original plan to move north.

Koty was another story. To say he was thriving was an understatement. He volunteered for every extra hour he would work in the lab until he was due to leave for college. He was saving every dime he could until Michael got the inheritance to give him a little nest egg. During his downtime he always had one woman or another ready to spend time with him.

Axton

As we stood on the steps of that church, Belle looked at me with a soft smile on her face. “They’re going to be alright, aren’t they?”

I gave her a nod. “Yes, but we have a whole lot of work ahead of us. There’s women and children out there being hurt and someone has to find them.”

“On to the indigenous women project?” She asked.

I pecked her lips. “Your father got something wrong in his prophecy.”

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