Marriage Ever After

by King Ellie

  “Oh Kash, you nasty motherfucker. Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, Mr Emerson, change my life.”

  I laughed because Mila never knew how funny she always sounded to me when she would spout nonsense during sex. One time, she told me she was going to buy me a house as if we didn’t already have one.

  “Tell me something, bunny?”

  “Anything, Kash. I’ll even give you my social security number if you want it.”

  I thrust into her a bit faster now, chasing my release.

  “You gonna keep this pussy from me again?”

  “No, oh God! No, I never will again. Baby,” she cooed just as I came so hard, I went blind for a second.

  I was breathing hard as I dropped on my hands still pumping into her. I loved the sounds we made together; sloppy, loud and nasty just how I liked my girl too when it came to sex. I finally slipped out of her wet channel and my dick wept to be back inside. I laid next to her trying to catch my breath.

  “You still have your shirt on?” Mila teased.

  “Shut up.”

  She chuckled.

  “You’re a bully.”

  I turned my body facing her as I planted a kiss on her sweet lips. I slowly pulled away from her then laid my head on her chest while I rubbed her belly.

  “I love you, Mila. I promise to do better. Be better. Not just for you, but our babies.”

  She kissed the top of my head as she ran her fingers through my hair.

  “I love you too, Kash. You don’t need to do better or be better. You’re more than enough for me, babe. I’m happy to be Mrs. Emerson and the mother to Kash Emerson’s kids.”

  This warmed my heart in a way that no one else could. I gave Mila another quick kiss with a lingering promise that she was still going to get her punishment even if she got some dick.

  Chapter Ten

  Kash

  My punishments for Mila had to get creative since she was pregnant. There was no way I was going to unintentionally harm this baby so no physical punishment besides the obvious that I could get away with.

  I smiled as I walked into the bathroom while Mila was taking her morning shower before she got ready for work. I sat back leaning on the sink watching as the water cascaded down her body through the glass shower door. When Mila showered, she had her own concert moving her body to whatever song was stuck in her head and right now, it must’ve been a really sexy one because the way she was moving her body told me exactly what she wanted to do.

  “Bunny…” I called her name out knowing that her punishment was starting now.

  Mila slowly turned around moving from underneath the showerhead. Her eyes stared into mine.

  “You joining?”

  I smiled.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

  “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.

  ****

  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.

  I smirked. The fact that he was trying to initiate his authority at this moment was something else. I was big enough that I could yank his old ass body across the desk before he pressed the button for his assistant to come and call the cops.

  “Anyways,” I started. “This back and forth could last the whole day and all that but I don’t have that kind of time. I have a punishment to go and give.” I smirked.

  My father narrowed his eyes at me as if studying me.

  “So then, why are you wasting time with such a despicable man?”

  He used words that I called him over and over for the bullshit that he caused in my life.

  “Is that supposed to make me feel guilty or some shit? Caus
e it doesn’t.” I took a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t come here for all that. Just listen to me and for the first time in your life, can you not interrupt me?”

  This made me realize something. I knew why I never listened to anyone; it was because of this man staring back at me with his hazel probing eyes.

  “You could’ve fucked me up, ya know that?” I started. “You could’ve had all this power to destroy my entire life, but I didn’t need to ever give you that power. I let you manipulate me and dictate my life knowing that there were so many different outlets for me. There are things that you could’ve protected me from, you could’ve raised me as the dedicated single father who gave a shit about his son. One who didn’t look at his son as some sort of pet project but ya know what, you are what I got. Do I hate you? No, I don’t but I don’t love you either. I don’t want my children to ever end up like me. I don’t want to be so miserable that I let it bleed through and make my blood think I’m a fucking monster. One worse than anything else because, a father, a parent, really… protects you. They shield you from harm, all in the while making sure you learn and that if you fall, they’ll be there to pick you up.”

  My father stared at me with anger and rage in his eyes.

  “You don’t think I protected your entitled ass? I took care of everything for you, I raised you, got you the best things that money could buy and who do you think was there for you when your FUCKING mother almost drowned you, huh? Where you there for yourself?”

  I mirthlessly chuckled as I clapped my hands.

  “Wow. Should I give you a standing ovation for doing what the fuck a parent does? You think I asked to be here? No, I didn’t. I may be grateful but that doesn’t mean that you turn this on me. You fucked up not me.”

  My father sneered,

  “I raised you, you little punk! Have some damned respect.”

  I glared at him,

  “you didn’t raise me. I raised myself! I took care of me.”

  “So, the Emerson money did nothing for you huh? Look, say all that you want but I raised you the same way I was raised and there’s nothing wrong with me. I am here because of my achievements above my family money, can you say the same?”

  I shook my head.

  “You think you’ve been making this money for me or something? None of the money I make has ever been associated with you. When I go to bed at night, I don’t think oh! I owe the judge for saving my ass! I was and still, am entitled to that Emerson money because I am one. I worked my ass off, I continue to work it off and yet, I have found ways to let my daughter know that I love her. What the fuck was your excuse?”

  “So, you came to give me an unnecessary lecture about my parenting skills?”

  I gritted my teeth, standing, making sure that this was the last ties that I had with my father.

  “I came to tell you that although I forgive you for fucking hurting me emotionally, damaging the way that I grew up, trying to taint the man that I was destined to be and making it seem like I was lucky enough to be in your presence, you will never take control of my life again. I won’t be like you. I won’t neglect my wife, my children or my family and friends, I’m going to be happy for the rest of my life whether you like it or not. You failed. You failed as a father, a man and a protector. You mean nothing to me. I will never associate myself with you and as for the Emerson name and money, it’s my grandfather’s name, I’ll proudly continue to be an Emerson plus my money is none of your concern. He never treated me like you did even in his death bed. So, Honorable Judge Rick Emerson, I wish you well on your marriage and let’s never cross paths again. As of now, I’ve washed you off my hands.”

  As I took my leave, his words stopped me mid closing the door.

  “You’re going to come back and need me. I’m your father, you’ll always need me.”

  I shook my head,

  “Little me needed you that night at the hospital after you saved my life. You resuscitated me yet didn’t even hold your five-year-old son as he sought out some comfort from a parent. My mother and father both died in that bathtub with me.” I slammed his office door.

  Mila

  Seeing Kash standing right outside of my office shocked me. The man stood there like a piece of candy that wanted to be devoured in his loose tie and suit. His hair was gelled back giving me the chance to stare into his eyes even more. In this light, they were brighter in this light showing the green in his hazel eyes much more than the brown. Kash smiled at me and I squirmed making me realize my dilemma. Everything in me seemed to be turned up to one hundred as Kash walked further in and he sat across from me. Was he wearing the suit that I bought him for his birthday last year? I smiled at the smoky grey suit that complimented him.

  “Don’t look at me like that, bunny.”

  Kash smirked as he warned me.

  My eyes fluttered as I watched Kash lick his lips then give me those hungry eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he eyed me loving that I was squirming under his stare. Kash completely removed his tie as he gestured towards my office door.

  “Go lock your door and come to me, bunny. Your second punishment is ready.”

  I didn’t hesitate as I stood, walking towards my door. I shut it with anticipation, locking it in the process. I pressed a button on the side as it gave me privacy, blocking everything out. I sashayed my ass back to meet Kash who had turned his seat to face me. The tie was loose in his hand as his eyes stared at my wrap-dress. I didn’t need him to say a word as I walked over to him straddling him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I’m ready.”

  “First, fucking kiss me, Mila. I missed your lips.”

  I groaned loving the way he talked to me. Although, I missed talking to my man, seeing him smile at me like he’s doing right now, the feel of his fingers as they touch my body. The roughness of his grip as slams me down on his lap then as his fingers glided on my bare skin making their way up my thighs under my dress. I shuddered as I threw my head back as he moved my panties to the side with one hand while the other reached inside twisting the love ball. I felt it the moment Kash slipped his fingers through my straightened hair, he gripped it tight causing so much pain to take over that my body flinched to it but then he began twisting the love ball much more viciously. I was lost in between the pain, the sexual frustration of going hours with this ball in me causing me to almost lose myself in the middle of meetings and now, he was using what I loved about him as punishment.

  I had to give it to him, Kash was no ordinary man. The way that he took care of me, the way he loved me was impeccable but so was his punishments. He knew how to give as good as he got. I craved for him to be himself, to be raw, with such need to hurt me in a good way, punish me until I burst into tears because I can’t take just his sweetness cause I yearn for the way he shows me his love. I don’t want a calmed love, I want a wretched love, one that grabs me by my leg dragging me lower and lower to the bottom of the ocean where I can’t see or come back up. I want to drown in the ocean of Kash, I won’t die but instead, I’ll transform becoming susceptible to everything around me. I am his and he is mine.

  Kash pulled me out of my thoughts as he brought my head down to meet his lips in a crazy, angry yet passionate kiss. The instant his tongue made an entrance in my mouth, he began playing with my clit, roughly yet so quickly satisfying then I felt the moment my whole world shuttered as he yanked the love ball out of my pussy. I lost myself in his arms, in his everything and I remembered what I missed most about Kash…Him.

  Although I thought that Kash was going to follow me in this wonderful world of orgasms, he held out on me punishing me in a way worse than anything else; he didn’t cum. He knew how much it drove me into delirium right after knowing that Kash came with me or even after me but the fact that he was holding out on me made me want to scream at him. I wanted to pull my hair out or I don’t know, slap the shit out of him for making me crave for him to come. I loved the look on his face the most, the way that he would bite his l
ip, his lashes would flutter in a way that made him appear even more beautiful than he already was and when his hair was in his face, he’d push it back digging his fingers deep into his scalp just to intensify the feeling. The last part happened more when I was on top because he didn’t have to lose control on top.

  “Why won’t you cum, Kash? Just give me what I deserve, you know I love to see you in your most natural state,” I confessed to him.

  Kash took his sweet time answering me as I stood, cleaning myself up while he watched. He reached out wanting to do it, but I shook my head as I grabbed some tissues wiping the evidence away. Kash had smirked as if I were a joke but I wanted to see if this would entice him or drive him to do something crazy.

  “Come here, bunny,” Kash tried to reach out for me but I slipped passed him as I threw the tissue paper in the garbage.

  “I’ve got it, Kash,” I bit back.

  I knew why I was upset. How fucking dare he withhold the most important thing to me? He knew this would make me feel some way about it. More than anything, I loved to watch and feel as Kash came inside of me, filling me with his seed so why was he torturing me like this? This wasn’t right. Kash stood as he fixed himself making sure to look presentable then he walked over to where I was seated on my chair and leaned back sitting on the edge of my desk. He crossed his arms as he tilted his head at me. I tried to avoid looking into his eyes then as if he knew I was doing just that, he glared at me.

  “You think being mad at me is going to make me give you what you want?”

  His voice, although low, caused a crazy shift to occur in my entire body. He had such control over it, it was making me dizzy.

  “I have every right to be, Kash,” I bit back.

  Kash tsked at me then I felt his fingers in my hair as he stood. He was now standing behind me as he gave me a scalp massage that caused me to relax. The tension in my body left faster than anything else and then the moment I almost dozed off, Kash gripped my hair in a vice-like way. I shuddered as he pulled my head back to look up at him. He was angry, in his eyes, there was some uncertainty, but it wasn’t if he wanted to come or not, it was because he wanted to hurt me. In Kash’s eyes, I saw the truth. He wanted to hurt me, make me scream and cause me pain but he knew that this wasn’t the time. He didn’t want to risk anything with our baby, and I regretted that. Not the child but the fact that he couldn’t fulfill what he truly wanted to do but I had to give it to Kash, he was something else. He was able to still make me feel and know that I was being punished but it wasn’t in a hurting way. I loved this creative side of him, it made me wet.