Page 122 of Twisted Bonds
"You mean you get to see the Monroe Clan sooner. How many do they have now anyway, eight?"Beau jokes.
"Stop. You know perfectly well that bun number four is in the oven for another five months."
"That's a lot of kids in the five years they've been together,"he snickers. "Xavier must have some game."
"Twins don't count as two pregnancies, babe, and maybe you should take a few pointers,"I throw in for fun.
He jerks away. "Are you telling me that sex with me is bad? Just because we only have baby number two on the way doesn't make our sex life bad at all. I don't mind keeping you barefoot and pregnant, but I know you wouldn't like that."
"You're right, and of course, sex with you isn't bad. I was messing with you because you were making fun of our friends."I climb into the car and allow him to put my seatbelt on.
"I wasn't making fun of them, baby. I'm actually a bit jealous."He winks at me and shuts the door as my mouth hangs open in disbelief.
5 years later
In all these years there hasn't been a day that has gone by where I haven't thought about all the events in my life. From the moment I met Beau until now, I cherish every memory, even the bad ones. If not for the darkness that consumed a brief part of my life, I wouldn't be the woman I am today. Sure, I'm riddled with scars and crave a good whipping when my demons present themselves, but I'm also helping so many who weren't as lucky as I was in breaking free of those chains that others saw fit to put us in.
The awards I've won for my work mean nothing to me; it's the men and women I help that mean everything. I only accept these awards because they come with grants that support the Foundation financially. We have expanded the land around Huntley Manor to accommodate every victim who has walked across the threshold. Some only stay a while, but some are too damaged and want to remain secluded from the rest of the world. I never push anyone to leave if they aren't ready; they choose their own path after being freed from the chains they once thought they would die in.
Believe it or not, Laney and Heather are still with us, not because they couldn't move on, but because they chose to stay and help others. Laney hasn't lived at the Huntley House in two years, not since she married Blake Harrison, Beau's friend, and brother to the piece of shit Erik. Blake is one of the good guys, and I couldn't have asked for a better man to take care of one of my favorite people.
Heather, on the other hand, is still single and refuses to get into a relationship with anybody. She's a free bird who loves and lives life to the fullest. We found out just after we had Jonathan, our second child, that Heather couldn't have any kids. She had too much damage from her time in captivity, but Heather seems to be okay with it. She says our kids are like her kids; Beau and I are okay with that. After all, she and Laneyarefamily.
Liv and Xavier have now moved back to town after the scare they had with their third pregnancy. Having their last daughter almost killed Liv, so she got fixed, but all four are a handful…adorable, but a handful. Liv also helps at the Foundation, while Xavier heads up a private security company that happens to help on missions to free trafficking victims.
Chloe also helps with counseling sessions now that she has a degree in it, and who better to counsel than someone who's been through it the worst? She and Baxter have married and are doing great, while Cayley is now studying abroad in Italy, working at the Florence location, and getting ready to take her place within the family company.
Like his father, Beau has been my biggest supporter. Not only has he fully taken over as CEO of Bellini Formal, but he's also my partner in crime with the Foundation. He finally made an honest woman out of me a year after we lost Bain and a few months after having Baynlie, and he has been amazing every step of the way.
If people had seen how Beau was when he was my bully, they would never think this was the same person. This warm and caring man who will fight tooth and nail for his family is the love of my life; no one would ever be able to takehis place. Just like I haven't set foot back into a sex club because nobody could ever take the place of my Daddy.
Beau learned the whip for me, even with his own demons. He knew I needed it, and I struggled for a while, having brought in one of Bain's friends from his club to give me my sessions until Beau finally took over. I tried going without, but the flashbacks became too much for me.
Little Lacey, our third child, was conceived on a night when my whipping session got really steamy. Now, here we are three years later, still going strong, even having three young kids. Having a nine-year-old, a five-year-old, and a three-year-old isn't so bad yet. They are all in bed by nine at night, and that's when Mommy and Daddy get to play.
Although Beau is no Dominant, he can play the part pretty well, and he's learned to love being in charge in the bedroom. I'm in charge of too many things throughout the day, so when it comes to the bedroom, I prefer to have someone else take over, and boy, does he ever.
"Only two more, baby, and then what will you do?"Beau asks in his husky, lust-filled voice.
"I'm going to let you use me however you want, babe,"I answer, panting in anticipation of the last two kisses of the whip.
"That's right. You're such a good girl…"
The hiss in the air only gives me a split-second warning before I feel itskiss, and I moan. I'm leaking all over the pillow I'm kneeling on for this session. The only time we use this pillow is when Beau is just a bit more stressed than most days because he needs to fuck it all out of him. Me on the floor with my head down and ass up is his favorite way to take me and take me he does. I love these days because he lets everything go, not worrying about whether he's hurting me or not; he just fucks me hard and rough.
When the last lash is over, I hear the whip drop, and the next thing I know, I'm being grabbed by my neck and shoved to the floor. "I hope this cunt is ready because I won't be kind to it."
"Don't be, babe. Take it hard, and fuck the shit out of it…"I hiss as his hand comes down on my ass hard.
"Don't fucking tell me how to fuck my cunt."He grabs my hips, lines himself up, and pushes all the way in until he can't go deeper. "Spread those gorgeous slutty legs for me, baby, I still have a half an inch that needs to get inside."
I whine as he forces the rest in because he gets so deep. "God, it hurts,"I groan.
"Good. It's going to hurt even more in a second."And it does, only in the most delicious way.
"Fuck yes…uh…oh God…don't stop!"I try to push myself back to help, but he only slaps my ass again.
"Don't…fucking…move!"
