Page 200 of Stand: Part One
“It was really good to see Katherine today. Her wounds seem to be healing nicely."
Darren said nothing as I sliced through my roasted chicken with the side of my fork, thankful the meat was so tender that it cut through like butter. But the broodiness surrounding him was much tougher to slice through than my chicken. I needed to distract him with something more significant.
“Ella was super cute while I was there, too. I played peek-a-boo with her and?—“
“Jaden,” Darren interrupted coldly.
“What?”
“Put your left hand on the table.”
More anxiety cracked in my jaw as I clenched it, dreading the blow up that was about to happen.
“Before you freak out,” I started as I placed my arm on the table, “it was a total accid–,” But I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence before Darren’s hand snatched my wrist to pin it in place and ripped back the bandage covering the top of my hand. His eyes lit up with a bright fury, but I hurried to douse those flames. “See, it’s not even that bad. Just a couple of scratches. No big deal.”
But still Darren said nothing. Instead, he abruptly stood from his chair, nearly knocking it over and stormed his way into the kitchen where Camaro was eating her own dinner.
“Darren, wait! Stop!” I shouted as I rushed after him, dashing around him to place myself between him and my dog. “It was an accident, Darren! My hand got in the way of the Frisbee she was fetching and she accidentally bit down. She immediately pulled back when she realized what had happened!”
Darren’s eyes shot to me. “She still bit you, Jaden. That’s unacceptable.”
“She didn’t mean it! My hand is fine! Please, just listen to me!”
Darren shook his head, his glare baring down at Camaro as she whimpered from the floor behind me. “Please, Darren, don’t take her from me. You know how much she means to me. I need her in my life.”
“And I need you in mine,” he affirmed, stepping closer to tower over me. “This will be your one and only warning, Jaden,” he said evenly. “If Camaro causes you harm one more time, accidental or not, she’s done. That also includes you risking your life for hers. Do you hear me? Either she will succumb to her injuries or I will put her down myself. I will not have you dying for a fucking dog. Do you understand?”
My heart was breaking with every threat, my breath getting caught in my throat as I attempted to acknowledge him.
“Okay,” I murmured, my heart slowly cracking open.
“She’s a goddamn guard dog, Jaden. Not a pet. Her job is to protect you, and if she isn’t going to do that, she’s useless to me. Do you understand?”
She’s never useless to me. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Camaro’s days have always been numbered, Jaden. Try not to hasten them.”
Darren then turned around and left the kitchen, leaving me to finally collapse onto the floor next to my dog, my one and only friend. I clutched her tightly to me, terrified of what the future held for her. I didn’t want to see her end up the same way as Clive and Owen and I didn’t know what I would do if Darren forced her down that path.
I just had to hope I would never find out.
49
Finally
Jaden’s hips slammed against my desk, my cock pounding in and out of her soaking-wet pussy that clung to me like a fucking lifeline. Bent over the hard surface, she clutched the edges, holding tight as she hissed and moaned through every stroke.
Primal satisfaction ran deep as I claimed what was mine, knowing my efforts would eventually lead to the ultimate reward.
Jaden’s dress and bra lay discarded on the floor in ribbons, the only item of clothing left being the string of pearls that teased along my shaft. If you could even call that clothing.
This particular set had two parallel strings that allowed my cock to spear between each one, the additional stimulation an interesting mix with Jaden’s tight heat.
I’d been fucking her like this for nearly two months now, keeping her constantly in need, eager to bend over any surface I forced her up against. It was a brilliant way to ensure she was constantly filled with my cum, and the thought alone was enough to keep me hard practically all damn day.
If I wanted to get her pregnant, I needed to make sure my seed was constantly coating her womb. I already had Sid initiate the fertility treatments, my eagerness and impatience incompatible with female biology. I was tired of waiting for the things that I wanted. Time could go fuck itself.
A notification pinged on my phone, indicating a new email with an attachment had come in, and then Scott’s name appeared on the caller ID.
