the whole nine months?" he grins.
"Y-Yes." I swallow my fears down. "Yes, Master..."
He pushes his whole length inside me then. The pain is excruciating and delicious, and my mouth waters as he starts to fuck me. He's gentle but insistent, allowing my ass to stretch so I can fit him in me. He keeps a firm grip on my hair, making me look at him as he fucks me.
"Such a good toy," Dex mutters. "You're going to get used so hard... You'll regret it all."
"Never," I hiss.
"Never?" He laughs, pinching my nipples with one hand while the other wraps around my throat in a deathlock. My eyes roll back. He's cutting off my air supply, and yet I want to taunt him even more. "Never ever ever, toy?"
I try to say something but it comes out muffled because of the way he's holding me.
"Can't hear you, toy," he smirks, knowing full well he's the reason I can't speak properly. "Louder."
I repeat the word, but it's just a whimper now.
"Louder!"
"Never," I manage, and he kisses me, his hands going to my tits. My back arches as he twists my nipples, bruising me, hurting me - just the way I love it. I let out a cry as I feel him coming inside me, and as always, feeling him leak his creamy seed inside me makes me tremble with an orgasm, too.
"My toy," he breathes against my lips as he empties himself inside me. Our eyes connect and we look deep into each other's souls. It feels as if we're becoming one tonight, with the knowledge of another two babies on the way, and our Reign back home. Our family is finally full, and I'm happy.
But then I remember Reign's beautiful, handsome face. The hurt behind his eyes, the hint of cold darkness I had always sensed in Lily Anna.
As Dexter holds me in his arms and we lazily roll around in our bed, I try not to think about all the things that worry me about my handsome son.
He's just a little boy. It's too soon for him to be hurt by Lily Anna's actions. We got him back just in time. She couldn't have spoiled him in the six years she had him. He's pure, innocent. He's just a little boy. My worries are for nothing, and I need to get a grip.
But I remember Reign's eyes again, and a chill goes down my spine. The blue of his irises is like ice. And I'm not sure whether there's something sinister lurking beneath... Lily Anna's final attempt to ruin our little family.
She won't.
She can't.
Epilogue
Dexter
5 years later
"Adeline! Flora!"
His melodic voice rings out in the garden. I look at my wife, lying on a lounger in a one-piece white swimsuit and looking as sexy as ever.
"Which one do you think he'll find first?" I grin.
"Well, Flora will probably giggle so much he'll spot her right away," Pandora grins, pushing her sunglasses up her nose and meeting my gaze. "But Adeline might try to get busted first just so she can make her sister happy."
"Are you happy, toy?" I asked in hushed tones, my voice soft enough so the kids won't hear.
"Yes, Master," she whispers, giggling. I've been loving playing these games with her when the kids can't hear. And I live for the traitorous rouge in her cheeks every time I make her blush.
"Good girl." I return to my newspaper, keeping an eye on the kids while I read. But really, I'm not worried about the girls misbehaving. It's Reign that's got me worried.
At almost twelve years old, my son is my pride and joy. And yet there's something about him, something almost cold, off-putting. It's as if Lily Anna has left her mark on him. Like her shadowy fingers are wrapped around his soul, clenching, gripping it for dear life. He has such a pure soul. But that bitch tried her hardest to spoil it.
It's been years since I've seen her.
She lives with Emilian now, suffering as his victim. We could save her. Pandora and I could work out a way to get her away from my toy's twisted father. Use our influence to make ourselves her legal guardians. But neither one of us is willing to do that. And even though I can still hear the ring of Lily Anna's screams as she was locked up at Oakes Estate, I have no regrets.
She deserved what she had coming.
It was lucky enough she survived the fall off the cliffs. But when