Page 14 of Resurrection
I’ve gotta say, watching Jax eat her out from behind—the wet, sloppy noises they created between his mouth and her dripping pussy—I’m fucking harder than calculus over here. And now that Cole is all cleaned up, it’s my turn.
Jax takes my place beside Cole, ready to assist him, while I move to stand by our naughty... naughty girl. Aly looks up at me, lifting her torso slightly but, before she gets far, I put a hand in between her shoulder blades, holding her down on the side of the tub.
She’s all mine, now, and definitely not going anywhere, yet.
While I pin her there, flush against the cool marble, Jax gives Cole a helping-hand out of the tub. I watch as they both leave the room, making their way over to the pillow bed we constructed on the floor. Jax slowly lowers Cole onto the cushion, then proceeds to put some antibiotic lotion on Cole’s back and wrap his ankle. Thankfully, the location of the makeshift bed is still within sight of us, prime seats to watch what I have planned for our girl. They turn back to me and nod, letting me know they’re good to go; that they can still see everything I’m about to do to our disobedient little brat and are waiting on bated breath.
Aly turns her head, looking at me in her periphery. She lifts her eyebrow at how domineering I am. It’s true, normally I’m more of a happy-go-lucky, hopeless romantic type. I fell in love with Aly the moment my eyes landed on her. I would do whatever she wanted,whenevershe wanted, as long as it made her happy. But today isn’t about making her happy, per say. Yes, it’s about getting her out of her negative headspace, but it’s also about making sure she knows we’re completely and utterly serious when it comes to her safety. As far as we’re concerned, our lives would be forfeit if she didn’t survive. It just wouldn’t matter anymore. She’s it for us. Our endgame.
“Don’t think I’m about to let you off the hook, sweetheart. You know what you did. How much you scared the shit out of us.” I look down on her, hoping she understands how she made us all feel. How we feel every day. After my punishment, she will for sure.
“You know why I did it, though. Someone had to do something,” she strains to say, the pressure of my hand on her spine constricting her ability to breathe.
She still doesn’t get it. Even after everything we told her, she still refuses to see how terrified we were when we saw those zombies race after her.
I crouch down, coming face to face with her submissive form, needing her to see the gravity of the situation in my eyes. “Do you not see how much we love you, Aly? How much we would rather die than see you put yourself in harm’s way for us? Maybe I need to show you just how much.”
Standing straight again, I lift my hand from her back, emboldened in what I’m about to do. What Ineedto do. Not only for her... but for me. She tries to lift herself from the side of the tub, but one finger placed strategically between her shoulder blades gives her a, single, silent, unwavering command—stay.
“Check in.” My words, direct and abrupt in the otherwise silent room.
It takes a second for her to catch her breath but, when she collects herself, says, “Green.”
“You sure about that? This is gonna be brutal, just warning you.” She’s already given me her safe-word—her verbal confirmation that she’s mentally and physically ok with this—but being who I am deep down, I still need reassurance that she’s here for this, and is ok withmedoing it.
Not Cole.
Not this time...
She twists her head to look directly at me—I can’t imagine the position is that comfortable by any means—and lays the entire brunt of her confidence and strength behind her words. “Green.”
Good to go.
I take a fist full of her hair, roughly pulling her up by the roots until she’s standing before me. The pain I inflict shows all over her face, from her eyes shut tight, to the grimace her mouth forms, to the squeal she lets loose. It’s abnormal for me to be this forceful, this ruthless, this violent with her. But I’ll be far from the norm if it gets the message through her beautiful, stubborn head.
I lead her out of the tub but immediately stop her on the soft bathmat. “Bend and get on your knees, Aly.” She gawks at my request, hesitating, sufficiently confused by my altered personality. “You heard me. Get down there, open that pretty fucking mouth of yours, and get ready to take my cock any way I decide to give it to you. Prove to me, and to them, that you can be a good girl and listen for once.”
She blinks, shaken at my commanding tone, but slowly bends down until her knees hit the floor at my feet. I’ve barely touched her, but looking up at me towering above, her chest heaves with heavy breaths—her arousal moving into high gear once again. Good. I want her shaking and begging us for permission in the end.
I grab my cock and tap the tip on her nose, then her cheek. She opens her mouth, seemingly appalled by my treatment of her, but I know better.
I know she’s soaking wet right now. I know she can’t wait to taste me, to feel the weight of me on her tongue. I know she’s aching for the moment I plunge my cock so deep in her throat, she’ll forget what it is to breathe.
How do I know this?
Because I’ve seen the power Cole wields when he lets his dominant side out. How insane Aly goes for it. How she, sometimes, burns for it, just as I know she is now.
I take my free hand and lift her chin, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Open up.” I tap my cock on her lips and she opens up like the good girl I know she is deep down. Her tongue is wet, hot, and inviting as I set my rigid cock on it, but no matter how much I want to press in, I wait.
Delaying the inevitable.
Increasing the anticipation.
Letting her sweat through her redemption.
“I would kill anyone who would dare lay a hand on you, who would eventhinkof causing harm to you.” My words are a quiet but deadly promise. One I don’t intend to speak lightly. “If that’s the case, then what do I do when it’syoupotentially causing harm to yourself?” I tilt my head, letting the question linger as I grip her jawtighter, forcing the pain to set in just as much as the message. A moment later, I give her the compassionate mercy she craves.
“I guess I’ll just have to kill you with my love then.” I grab the back of her head with both hands and take a deep breath. “Now choke on it.” I thrust, hard and deep. Her eyes go wide with disbelief and shock, possibly some pain too. She gags on my length but I don’t let up. This is supposed to be a punishment, I remind myself. I don’t want to hurt her, that’s the last thing I ever want to do, but if she needs to learn the hard way, then I’m going to do everything in my power to be a good teacher. I can’t help it if I want to do my best by her. I also can’t help it if it feels like heaven to me.
