Get over yourself, Seven. Walk through that door just like you would walk into the fuckin’ boardroom. Don’t be a bitch, go meet this chick and get it over with! I laugh to myself, what a pussy I’ve become. I can’t even meet someone new without unraveling like an ugly Christmas sweater.
A few steps into Maggie’s, I see a young woman sitting alone in a booth. Her hair is long and dark and that is all I can see as her back is towards me. I slowly walk to the table, pausing for a minute before moving into her line of sight.
“Are you Lyric?” I ask as I make eye contact with a twenty two year old version of myself. The only difference is the small hoop in her nose, blue eyes, and her lack of visible tattoos. Her lips match mine in fullness, covered in a pale pink lip-gloss. Her dark eyelashes are a mirror of my own. If there was any doubt that we were related, simply looking at her has made that completely disappear. I’m relieved and pissed at the same time. My emotions are getting the best of me as I try to stay happy in the moment.
“Seven?” she replies in a quiet feminine voice with a thick New York accent.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lyric.” I say, extending my arm and shaking her hand. We stare at each other for a minute without another word before I slide into the booth across from her.
“I’m sorry to stare. I know it’s rude, but my god. You… we…” I pause trying to get my statement out, but I am still somewhat in shock as we eye each other.
“Look so much alike?” She finished the statement for me with a shadow of a smile spreading across her face.
“Yeah.” I say in my daze.
“It’s kind of reassuring in a way. I thought my mother was lying about who my father was. But, now that I’ve met you, I feel better about it all,” she blabs. I can tell she is just as nervous as I am.
“I can’t say I was sold on having an actual sister when you contacted me. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a couple of these over the years. Mainly people trying to get ahold of my money because of who I am and what I own. But, seeing you here in Woodstock in the flesh, I’m pretty sure we are related. You remind me so much of myself when I was your age.” I admit.
“Your money?” Lyric looks at me with a strange look.
“You don’t know much about me huh?” I ask
“No, I just looked up the name Seven James on Facebook because I couldn’t find a name in the phone book,” she admits. She is naive and sweet; something I don’t think I ever was. Instantly, I want to protect her from all the bad in the world, take her under my wing and shield her from the ugliness of the world. Just like I do with my own daughter. A quick Google search of my name could have told her all she needs to know about me and in that case, I’m sure she would have never contacted me. She isn’t the kind of person looking for a payday opportunity. She is just looking for a connection.
“I own a big company in Manhattan. I only recently moved up here to get away from the big city life.” I leave out a lot of the small details. I just don’t want to talk about. At least not right now anyway.
“Oh, that’s neat. I write a blog. It doesn’t make me a lot of money, but it pays my bills.” She shrugs and the waitress stops to take our order. We both fire off our choices for the evening, and go back to our conversation.
“So tell me about your childhood?” I ask, nervous to learn more about her or what she has been through.
“Well, I grew up with my mom. She never really dated, just worked a lot to make sure I was taken care of. They were long shifts and I spent a lot of time with my aunt before she passed away. I graduated high school and went to the state University at Albany and graduated this past May. My mom lives in Jefferson now, but I rented a small little house over behind the art shop. It’s small enough for me and it’s affordable. Ummm…” she pauses, wracking her brain for something else to spill, but comes up with nothing.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me your entire life story in a single statement.” I laugh.
“What about you?” Lyric asks, and I pause thinking about what exactly I can tell her about me. Who I am today. Who I’ve become since I went out into the world on my own, separating myself from the Seven James I was as a child and Seven James the adult.
“I am married and I have a daughter.” I point at my belly and laugh. “And I am having a son soon. I own a company called White-Woods Global, but work remotely from home up here now. I’m kind of a work-a-holic but after my pregnancy with my daughter landed me in the hospital, I’ve had to tone it down a bit.” I laugh. If she really only knew what kind of hospitalizations I meant.
I slide my cellphone unlocked and show her pictures of Levi and Marley. We eat and chitchat for two hours before my phone vibrates against the table again with a text message from Levi.
“Just my husband checking in on me. I was nervous coming to meet you when I left the house. I didn’t tell him, but I think he picked up on it,” I surprisingly admit to her. I’m not one to share those intimate details, but something about our time together clicked for me. Is it the connection I never had with Blu? Is this what Star has with Paisley and Journey? I only hope it is the beginning of a wonderful relationship between my long lost sister and myself.
“I should probably let you get home to your family. I’m sure your little girl misses you. And I have some writing to do tonight so I can finally update my website. The fashion world calls!” She laughs, talking about her fashion blog. Whoever thought that those things could actually make money? Not me. It certainly is something I’m going to have to pick her brain about.
“It was really nice spending this time together, Lyric. Maybe you can come over to the house sometime and meet Levi and Marley?” I don’t want to scare her away, but from the sounds of the stories she has told me, she is lonely just like I was all those years ago before Levi bulldozed his way into my life and made me realize I needed him in the worst way possible.
“I’d like that.” Lyric says with a smile. A smile that warms my heart, just like Marley’s does. Family, this is what it’s like. This is what it’s meant to be and how I’m meant to feel. I smile to myself as we both rise from the table, her moving much faster than me.
“Sure you don’t need some help?” she laughs, extending her arm to help pull me free from the booth.
“Just wait. One day you will be in my condition and I will be sure to laugh at you too.” I say, poking fun at her and realizing I plan on keeping her around in my life for a while.
“You invited her over to the house?” Levi asks while I strip my clothes off. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t let anyone into your inner circle. What made you feel so differently about her?” he asks. I know he’s worried about me. Worried about someone taking advantage of us.
“Levi, if you could have seen her… she was me: Eight years ago with no tattoos. She is me in the flesh.” I stand in my bedroom, naked. I know Levi is watching me and I am baiting him. He wants to be supportive and hear about my dinner. I want to drop the subject and distract him with sex. It is a win-win for both of us.
“You know you can’t use sex to distract me all the time. I’ll let it go tonight because I don’t want to pry. Plus, you have therapy in the morning, so it will be good for you to get out.” He smirks.
“I hate that you know my therapy schedule so well,” I say walking toward him, step-by-step, slowly taunting him.
“Don’t you have a therapy session tomorrow too?” I counter him.
“Yes, right before yours,” he winks and drops his pants to the ground, pulling the blankets on the bed down and sliding into our giant bed. “Why don’t you come join me? Don’t put anything on though.” He laughs.
“Is that what you want tonight, Levi?”
He nods without speaking a word.
“What do you want?” I ask him. “You may speak, Levi.”
“I want to make a video of you riding me.” His words take me off guard. Nothing too kinky, but it certainly is far more lively than the vanilla sex we’ve been having
lately. I walk over to the bed and pull the sheets back slowly, exposing Levi’s naked body. Ready and waiting for me. His impressive cock standing at attention, just waiting for my touch. I would never tell him this, but I love how brazen he is getting with me, how bold his requests and actions in the bedroom are becoming.
“Get your cell phone and turn on the video.” I instruct him. I take a couple steps back and watch, waiting for him to complete my instructions. He fumbles with his phone, quickly trying to get it recording for me. He nods in my direction and I know I am front and center, completely naked.
I don’t feel sexy at all. I am about to pop and this baby keeps doing flips in my stomach, but my husband can’t get enough of me. And for that, I will reward him.
“Stop it. You look amazing, Seven,” he says as I take a couple steps towards him.
“I’m fat.”
“You’re pregnant. You aren’t fat and it’s not much longer. Weeks Seven, just weeks. You can do it. Don’t let it bother you. You’re beautiful.”
He admires me so much and I know I should cherish that because not all women get that type of treatment when they are pregnant. I think that if Levi had his own way, he would keep me knocked up all the damn time.
“Stroke your dick for me.” I say, turning my attention from the emotional connection. I want that gone. I want to be two strangers for the night. Connecting like we did so long ago. Strangers that wanted nothing but a quick fuck and to be on our way.
“Record it. Tonight, you don’t know me. I’m not Seven or your Mistress. I am not in charge. I am just some woman…someone you picked up on your way home from the office. Or your co-worker’s hot pregnant wife. I’m not yours to keep. I’m not yours to have. I’m nobody to you but a quick fuck. An itch to scratch. Filling your fetish for a hot pregnant woman.”
His eyes are filled with lust and question, hesitation because we have never gone down this road before. Never once have we played a game of roleplaying. It has always been us. Seven and Levi, fully committed to one another. Never needing to go elsewhere to keep our sex life hot. But, when you get to a point where things become so typical and predictable, this road becomes necessary. A path to travel to bring us back to where things once were.
“Something about that sexy round belly and milk filled tits do something for me… whatever your name is.” Levi says as his hand strokes up and down his throbbing cock. It looks delicious in his palm and I have to restrain myself from taking it in my mouth.
“Just call me Mrs. Parker.” I wink at him.
“Mrs. Parker huh? Mr. Parker must be a lucky man,” he plays along while his tongue dips out of his mouth and swipes across his bottom lip.
“Oh he is. A very lucky man to have such a dirty slut for a wife.” I climb up onto the bed and kneel by his feet.
“And I should call you what?”
“Just call me Daddy,” he says with a wink.
“Okay, Daddy. What do you want me to do for you?” I bat my eyelashes at him as my hands roam over my full breasts.
“Scoot that hot little ass up here and ride Daddy’s cock like a good slut, Mrs. Parker.” I don’t need any more instructions from him. He may be in charge tonight, but that is only because I’ve given him that privilege. I could take it back just as quick as I gave him the power. The more power I allow him, the hotter he becomes to me lately.
As I move to straddle his lap, he shifts his cell phone and props it up on the shelf inside the headboard and uses both of his hands to grab at my tits. Both hands groping and guiding my nipples into his mouth.
“Mmmm you like that, Mrs. Parker?” he says as his teeth bite at my nipples, driving me absolutely insane.
“Yes, Daddy. I do. Very much.” I say in between moans of pleasure. Shit that feels good.
“I can tell, Mrs. Parker. You are wet for me.” His finger slides slowly inside my welcoming cunt, ready and waiting for him to take me.
“All for you,” I say, moving in to kiss him. His head ducks away from me and my lips plant on his cheek.
“I only kiss my wife, Mrs. Parker.” He winks and even though I know I shouldn’t be jealous or mad I was rejected by him, a small bit of rage builds in me. Is this how those cheap whores feel?
“Oh really, Daddy?” I say cheekily. “Once I’m done, you won’t even remember her name.” I bite my bottom lip and slowly begin to lower myself down onto his hard, thick cock.
“You like that?” I taunt him some more.
“I do, nice and tight, Mrs. Parker. Such a perfect little pussy for me.” Levi replies as he starts to pump in and out of me from his position on the bottom.
“You like that tight cunt?” I moan out as I start to ride him while he tries to meet my thrusts. We are both in a competition to see who can fuck the other harder. Who can make it more memorable. Who can get the other off harder or faster.
“I do, Mrs. Parker. Such a perfect little cunt. I want to keep it and fuck it whenever I want.” his hand slaps my ass and I let out a cry of pleasure.
“Shit, you are good, Daddy.” Every time I let the word daddy slip from my lips, he starts to fuck me harder. I can’t hold it back anymore. The way he is fucking me is going to have me screaming out in pleasure any second and I know he will be the one who has won the game. And for once, I just don’t give a shit. I want him to win. I want him to get me off. Now.
“Oh fuck!” I yell, “I’m gonna come. Shit! Harder, Daddy!” My words echo through our bedroom and he complies with my requests. Fucking me harder than he has in ages.
“Shit! I’m coming, Mrs. Parker. I’m gonna flood your hot little cunt.” he grunts and finishes inside me.
Well shit that was hot.
Hotter than anything we have done or talked about since Marley was born.
“Holy shit, Seven,” he says as he grabs for his cell phone to turn the recording off.
“No shit. Who thought either of us had that in us anymore?” I laugh and collapse on top of him. My belly gets in the way and I roll to the side, lying completely spent on the bed.
“Life is never boring with you, Mrs. Parker.”
“You either, Daddy.”
Levi
Present
The next morning I couldn’t help but watch that video and jerk off while Seven was in the shower. It was hot. Hotter than either of us have gotten in the longest time. She got me off harder than I have in ages. Maybe even since the first night we were together. I knew I shouldn’t over think it with all the shit we have been through as a married couple in the past almost two years, but I wanted it all back. I wanted the Seven James that I met in that club back.
“You ready?” she says from the bedroom door, all dressed up and ready to head out to our therapy sessions. First, I would go in for my session while she watched Marley and then it would be her turn. She always goes second because most of the time she has more to purge. My sessions are simple, mainly to get my vents about Seven out so I don’t explode and unload them on her. It’s not major shit. Just small things, but with Vince hanging over our head right now, that would be the topic of the day.
This afternoon will conclude the final interviews over the internet with possible new CEOs for White-Woods Global. She has found an excuse not to hire every last person we have interviewed thus far. This one has a stank look on his face, or that one looks stuck up. It’s getting old to say the least, because the longer she put it off, the more time she spent behind the computer screen in her home office, delegating tasks from her ivory tower in Woodstock while her minions in Manhattan jumped.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see Chrome’s name on my screen. I hit ignore and figure I can call him back later on when Seven is in her session. We make our way to the car and drive the ten minutes into town.
“Last night…” she begins to say, and without thinking, the first thing that comes into my mind flies right out of my mouth.
“Was amazing.”
“Really?” She questions, looking at
me while I try and keep my eyes on the road.
“It wasn’t weird for you?” she asks.
“Why would it be weird? It was hot. You’re my wife.” I answer honestly.
“I’m all fat and gross. Having sex while I’m pregnant creeps me out. That’s why I’ve been so… distant in that department. It just feels wrong.” Seven cringes as she drops this in my lap.
“There is nothing wrong with it, Seven. I think you are sexy as hell and that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had. There is nothing weird or wrong about it. I hope you will get that out of your head so we can do it again. And again.” I wink at her as I pull into the office of our therapist.
“You wanna do this together today or do you need time to yourself?” Seven asks. This is the first time she has willingly invited me into a session. I am confused, but happy at the same time. I want to go in with her and see what kind of stuff she has to purge this week. I want to be involved in her healing and know what has been going on in her head with all the bullshit we’ve had thrown at us; especially with the subject of a new sibling on the table.
“You sure that is what you want?” I ask, making sure this isn’t going to be something she ends up resenting me for.
“I want you to come in with me today. It will make explaining all this shit so much easier than talking about it more than once with everyone and their mother.” She shrugs and places a kiss on my cheek.
“I may not tell you this all the time, but I love you, Levi Parker. You changed my life for the better and that will always be the one thing I cherish most about our fucked up, kinky, strange ass marriage.” Before I can get a word out, she is out of the car and unhooking Marley from her car seat.
It is those small moments that make me so grateful to have her, even if she has repeatedly turned my world upside down.
“What made you want to do your session together today, Seven?” our therapist Brooke asks from her usual perch in her black leather chair.
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