The Weight of Unsaid Vows

Prize

Broke the story

Wait, Mom. You knew who he was the whole time and you still beat him up? Are you crazy, Mom?” Jesse yelled, staring at her in disbelief.

“Of course, she did,” their dad, chuckled warmly. “She was always a little firecracker. It’s why I fell in love with her.”

“Dad!” Jesse and Josh exclaimed in unison, a chorus of embarrassed affection.

“Jesse, Josh, are you going to let me finish the story or not? We don’t have all night long. Y’all have to sleep sometime,” Kayla teased, leaning back into their dads embrace.

“Your mom’s right. Y’all go ahead and sleep. We’ll start again tomorrow night,” he said, giving his wife a knowing look.

“Yes, sir. Love you, Momma and Dad,” they replied, hugging each of them before heading up the grand staircase.

As the sound of their sons’ footsteps faded, his demeanor shifted. The paternal softness was replaced by a look of intense, focused desire.

“I think it’s time to start making another baby,” he murmured, his hands already working at the zipper of her dress.

He peeled the fabric away, revealing her delicate pink bra and panty set. Both were sheer, and his breath hitched.

He groaned deep in his chest as her own hands moved with practiced expertise, quickly undoing his trousers and freeing his erection. “F**k, baby,” he moaned into her ear.

He swept her up and carried her upstairs to their room, tossing her gently onto the bed. Within moments, her feet were secured in the custom straightening device, a soft, padded cuff system that held her ankles wide, preventing her from closing her legs.

His eyes darkened with anticipation. He leaned in, licking his lips before descending to worship her folds with his tongue.

Kayla gasped, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. His mouth and tongue worked their magic until she was a damp, writhing mess.

He plunged one finger inside, teasing, circling, and slowly withdrawing. She twisted and turned, trying to force a faster pace, a fuller connection.

He abruptly flipped her over. The air cracked as he grabbed the whip, the supple leather snaking against her bottom. She gasped, letting out a count with each strike.

“One,” she moaned, then “Two, three, four…” She didn’t stop counting all the way to ten.

If she stopped, he’d stop and leave her exquisitely unsatisfied. She had to obey his every command in this room, and she absolutely fking loved it.

He pulled her head up by a handful of her hair, forcing her eyes to meet his. “I thought I said be still, didn’t I?” he growled, the possessive dominance thrilling her.

He plugged two fingers deep inside her, watching her whine at the sudden fullness. He pulled out quickly, then flipped her back over, pressing his fingers to her mouth.

“Suck your juices off my fingers,” he commanded.

He unbound her, his voice dropping to a low purr. “Get on your f**king knees, my little minx.” Kayla immediately scrambled to the floor beside the bed, licking her lips in obedient anticipation.

“I think someone needs to be punished,” he purred, running a gentle hand down her spine. “What do you think?” She nodded her head quickly, unable to speak.

“Good girl. Now suck my huge ck** like the little slut you are. Then maybe there’ll be a treat for you.” He rubbed her cheek gently, an unusual tenderness amid the harsh command.

Kayla licked the tip of his length, then began the painful, slow process of taking him into her mouth. It was too large to fully fit, so she used her hands to help the pumping motion.

“Yes, baby girl. Right there, like that,” he moaned, his breath ragged. He reached down, his fingers finding her slick folds.

“Don’t stop this time, or you won’t get your prize,” he whispered in her ear, intensifying the pressure and the urgency.

Kayla moaned around his shaft. As his fingers circled faster, she sucked faster, the dual sensation sending her mind spinning. It was the best feeling ever.

She felt him nearing his edge, about to reach his c****x. Instinctively, she slowed her pace to keep him from the harsh jolt of a sudden c****x, but never fully stopped.

She swallowed all of his thick load, relishing the taste of his victory.

He picked up her chin, his eyes searching hers, his expression now soft but still dominant.

“Do you think my good little girl deserves her prize?” he asked, then sealed the question with a gentle kiss on her mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” Kayla begged, her voice thick with need.

He lifted her, sitting her on the bed, and plunged inside her in one decisive motion. She cried out, a guttural sound of pure release, as he slowly worked in and out, the movements deep and steady until she finally felt the promised, shuddering relief.

He carefully lifted her from the bed and carried her into their adjoining bathroom, toward the built-in, heated jacuzzi tub. He had already started the water and turned on the heating element when he was downstairs, anticipating this outcome.

This aftercare was a crucial part of their Dom/Sub relationship. He knew he must shower her with love and cuddles—or whatever she preferred—so that the harsh words spoken in the bedroom didn’t seep into her psyche as truths, but remained confined to their shared fantasy world.

It was essential for her to know their play was about them, not just about him getting off.

Kayla was mostly the submissive partner, but she was a powerful woman and sometimes craved control.

When she had a hard day dealing with the clan or her legitimate businesses, she would ask to be the Dom.

He tenderly cleaned her up, dried her off, and carried her back to the bed. Pulling her close, he whispered, “I love you, baby.”

She mumbled it back, already drifting toward sleep in his arms. He smiled, pulling her even closer to the secure warmth of his chest.