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I brace myself, already crying, waiting, waiting, waiting.

“Do it!” I scream, and the whip scorches my arse as it slices over my flesh, a piercing scream ripping from me.

Before the sound has even finished leaving my lips, Devon has me up off the bench and curled into his chest as he sits with me on the lounge near the window.

“Fuck, Jax,” he whispers into my hair, peppering kisses to it as I cry. I hate that I brought that in here. My parents don’t belong in this room, but the moment after we were married and we turned to face everyone, I realised I wanted to see their faces. I wanted to see their pride and acceptance, but the truth is, it would never have happened. They haven’t spoken to me since the day Dr Xavier took me from Presley’s apartment. They only speak to Presley if she calls them, and I feel like that’s my fault.

I’ve already come to terms that I’ll always deal with their ghosts. I’d been doing fine too, but getting married brought up memories of little girl Jaxcen, before everything went wrong, who used to play dress up and dream about her wedding day when her parents would look lovingly at her.

At some point today, that little girl turned up in my subconscious and wouldn’t go away.

Until now.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe into Devon’s neck. “Can we redo this? I feel like I’ve fucked it all up.”

I hate that I let that part of me get in the way of our happy day. Devon’s parents weren’t here either, but you don’t see him punishing himself over it.

We both have fucked up parents. The difference between them was that Devon’s used their fists to punish, while mine used other people to deliver my punishments so they wouldn’t have to.

Forcing my head back with a gentle fist in my hair, Devon stares into my eyes.

“Nope. There’s no redo's, and we do that because you need it, and obviously today was hard. I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

I shake my head. “Dev. I didn’t let anyone see until now.”

“I’ve always got your back, little mouse.”

“I know. That’s why I can do this now with you. Only with you.”

“I hate that you want to be punished like that.” He admits. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Shifting in his lap, I straddle him, running my fingers through his hair.

“You didn’t hurt me, Dev. You helped me. I feel free of that burden now.”

He studies me for a moment and then nods.

“Get on the Cross. I’ve got so much cum for you, I’m about to burst.”

I smile at him, knowing he’s probably not joking, so I do as my husband says.

Chapter forty-six

Epilogue 3 - Christmas (a few weeks later)

Devon - Part 1

It’s clear to me that my little mouse has a Santa fetish. Every fucking Christmas Eve since the first one, she insists I wear the fucking Santa hat when we fuck, and now, she’s brought the whole fucking Santa suit to our sex attic.

“Yes,” she cries as I pound into her where she’s restrained to the St Andrew’s Cross.

It’s top of the range, the lower part of the cross adjustable to get the ultimate spreadage, and right now, I have Jaxcen’s legs wide, unable to move from where they are locked in place, completely at my mercy.

Her arse is full, a dildo protruding from it, giving a cramped feeling as my cock surges in and out.

“You gonna come, little mouse?” I rasp, my fingers digging into her hips, and she nods, her plump lips parted as she pants.

The moment I press down on her lower abdomen, while tilting the Cross further back, she explodes around my cock.

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