Page 34 of Marriage Ever After
“Yes, I very much would.”
I grinned.
“As you wish, bunny.”
When I stepped into the shower, I didn’t bother to remove the only items of clothing I had; my white tee shirt with a pocket and a pair of boxer-briefs. I positioned myself right behind her as I grabbed her by her wet ringlets and softly yet roughly shoved her body into the glass door. Mila released a moan. A woman after my own heart. I caressed every inch of her body that slowly landing on her clit. I leaned down as I licked and sucked that soft spot on her neck, my favorite spot near the apex of her neck and shoulder. Her moans filled the bathroom making me get harder than before. I tapped in between her thighs,
“open.”
She didn’t hesitate as she spaced out her legs, I placed my leg in between her legs lifting my knee. She was practically straddling my knee as I began to play with her clit. I teased her as she threw her head back not able to hold it in.
“Oh, Kash… you’re the best. You really are.”
I chuckled,
“oh yeah? What am I the best at, baby? Tell me.”
She deeply moaned as I began finger fucking her and playing with her clit.
“You… You’re good at everything. The way you kiss, breath, fuck, lick, damn even your fingers are potent.”
“Mmm,” I groaned loving her answer. “But you missed something, darling?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer me as I stopped finger fucking her and pulled out a small item from my shirt pocket. It was a love ball. I slipped it inside of her sweet, juicy pussy and she shuddered. I placed her on her feet and turned her to face me. I kissed her like she was going to be gone from me at this moment and as she began touching me all over my body, I let her go completely. I gripped her jaw roughly and held it until the pain was evident on her face. I leaned in, making sure she heard me loud and proud.
“You forgot what I am also great at…punishment. It starts now, bunny. Don’t you dare take this little piece out either or make yourself cum! That’s for me, only. Finish up in here, I made you breakfast.”
I gave her a quick lingering peck and walked out of the shower, wet as ever.
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I had court today, so I didn’t have time to check in with Mila all morning but now that I was getting out of court and checking my phone, the many texts that I was getting from her made me want to punish her even more. I smiled as I texted her back.
Me: How are you doing, bunny?
Bunny: I NEED this out of me, Kash. I can’t wait any longer.
Me: The longer you keep it in, them fewer punishments I have for you…You sure you want to disobey me, bunny?
Bunny:…
Me: Be good for me and I promise to treat your pussy like a full course meal. Deal?
Bunny: I love you, Kash.
I smiled at Mila text as I took a deep breath in and another one out as I now stood in front of my dad’s office or chambers, whatever. I didn’t want to knock at first, did I even need to talk to him anymore? Wasn’t everything sort of solved? I shook my head; I wasn’t to punk out of this shit now. I knocked twice before hearing my father telling me to come in. I pocketed my phone making my way into the office.
Judge Rick Emerson peered up at me, pretending to be busy but I knew his schedule, he didn’t have to be in the courtroom for another four hours.
“Kash, to what do I owe the visit? You can barely stand my face, so this is something.”
I took a deep breath, shaking my head. He wasn’t even giving me a chance to sit down before he started with his dramatics. I sighed as I shut the door and walked over to him taking a seat from across him. I eyed my father, for someone who was in his sixties, he was not looking it. I wondered if it was the new woman he just married not even three months ago. The awkward-est way to find out that your father was married was through social media or the news. He had a grand wedding and my ass wasn’t invited. I didn’t mind though because his wife wasn’t someone I cared to meet or call stepmother when she was about Graham’s age.
“I said I needed to speak to you so can we skip the sarcasm, the fake pleasantries and the whole you hate seeing my face spiel? I’ve heard it a thousand plus one time and right now, isn’t really right.”
My father, the spitting image of me scowled. I hated that I looked so much like him that I would hear those tired ass jokes about him being my older brother instead of my dad.
“There’s no need for the fucking attitude, Kash,” dear old dad spat.
