by Eva Luxe
I popped my head off of his cock. “I—I want you, I’ll stay. Please, I can’t wait anymore!” I begged, laying back with my legs open. Cum dripped off his cock as he crawled over me, readying himself.
“Now you’re mine.”
He plunged his cock into my cunt until it hit my hymen. That was where he stopped and took his time to break it.
Even through the heat of his lust, he was powerful enough to fight it and be gentle.
“Ah!” I cried out as he sunk all the way down inside me.
“Don’t clench, baby, I got you,” he whispered into my ear.
I tried to listen to him.
I really did. But when he hit that spot. That special corner, that sweet spot that made fireworks explode, then I couldn’t help but clamp my pussy down on him as he plunged further down inside me.
It dawned on me that we weren’t wearing protection. But one look at Darien’s face made me realize that it didn’t matter… right?
“Fuck, you fit like a tight glove,” he hissed, holding my wrists above my head. He put his weight down on them, making me sink down into the bed, giving his cock more leeway to go deeper.
“Darien!”
We were close. I didn’t want this to end.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he growled.
“Ahn! I’m coming, yes!” I shouted, my legs wrapping around him.
Darien’s warm seed flooded inside me. I could feel the force of it so strong.
Heaviness took over my eyelids and Darien fell down beside me, releasing my wrists.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
***
The next morning rolled in and Darien and I got up to shower and get ready for Dahlia’s first day back in school. She was in a year-round private school, and it was time for her to go.
I told Darien to go to his office and prepare for work while I tended after Dahlia. I was still the nanny after all.
“Dahlia, you look so pretty in that dress!” I said while she twirled around in her baby blue dress with white stockings and a white hair bow. The background of her room painted in pastels and gold added to her.
She even struck a few poses in the mirror. Girls. I remember when I was her age.
“Thanks, Mommy…” Dahlia said, turning around with her hands behind her back. Uh oh, she laid down a new title on me.
“Mommy?” I didn’t know how to handle this one.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be called Mommy from now on.”
“… Well, I’m honored. But I love it when you call me Willow!”
“But I want to call you Mom!” Dahlia whined, pouting. Oh no, this was getting difficult. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“Dahlia I—” my phone buzzed in the pocket of my skinny jeans, “hold on, let me take this call, Dahlia, I’ll be back.” She sighed, frowning. I went out into the hallway and up to my room.
“Hello?”
I looked out the tall window of my room. It was cloudy outside, a dismal looking day.
“Willow, I’m so sorry. But we had to make a decision.” My mother’s voice crackled.
“Mom?! What decision, are you talking about Ronald?!” A panic rose up to my throat and my head felt tight. The carpet beneath my feet began to feel like burning coals.
“Yes, the doctors said his chances of waking up are very small. We can’t afford to keep—”
“What do you mean you can’t afford?! I’ve been paying the bills for him to stay alive! What’re you saying?”
“And where have you been getting that money? We haven’t seen you at home for weeks now.” She was dodging the question. Where I got the money was none of her business. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t breaking the law to get the money.
Though if I didn’t have this job, then I’d happily break laws to keep Ronald alive.
“Mom, get to the point, what’s happening to Ronald?!”
“We’re taking him off the machine…” she blurted out.
A painful silence drifted between us for a few seconds before I felt myself unravel.
“What?! No! Don’t you dare! He’s still alive, don’t kill him!” I slammed my fist on the desk in my room.
“Willow, we’re so sorry. The hospital will be taking his machine in two months. Holding onto a false hope will only hurt more.”
“I hate you! I hate you! I can afford to keep him alive, why would you want to kill him?!” I fell down onto my knees, gripping the phone with a fatal pressure. “Mom?! Mom!”
I looked at the phone and saw that she hung up on me.
What the fuck?! I was doing everything I was supposed to. Things were going fine!
Darien ran into the room and knelt down by my side, holding my shoulders.
“Willow! Are you okay?!”
I jerked away from him, standing up and pointing to the door. “Leave, just leave me alone.” My voice was breaking. It felt like another demented personality was about to erupt out of me.
I needed to see him! Ronald couldn’t die now! There was still time, still hope! I ran out of the room, grabbing the keys to the Lamborghini that I had on the small table next to my door.
“But Willow—Willow, wait, where are you going?!”
I outran Darien and got to the garage where I pulled out and sped towards the hospital.
“Ronald, I’m coming, I won’t let you go!”
Chapter Eight
Darien
Dahlia ran down the hall and shook my arm. She gave me a frantic look as if she had done something wrong.
“Daddy, is Willow okay? Did I scare her?” she asked, tears threatening to spill. I bent down to her and cupped her fat cheeks.
“No, why would you scare Willow away, princess?”
Dahlia closed her eyes and said, “I called her Mommy, Daddy. I think she didn’t like that.” She gripped her dress. I loosened her hands and kissed them.
“Oh, honey, come here.” I hugged my sweet daughter, she had a heart of gold, unlike the womb she came from. “You didn’t scare her, it was something else. She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it. Let’s get you all ready for school.”
My mind couldn’t stop racing around. Where was Willow off to? If I hadn’t been in my office for so long I’d have known. I packed Dahlia’s lunch and drove her to school Driving while upset the way she acted was dangerous. I feared for her safety, gripping the steering wheel ‘till my knuckles grew white. The worry wouldn’t stop.
When we arrived, I drove up to the front so she could open the door. She stayed still, looking down at her feet. It wasn’t normal to see Dahlia like this.
I placed my hand on her forehead. There was no temperature.
“Okay, princess, do well. Daddy’s always proud of you!”
“…”
“Dahlia? What’s wrong? Are you still upset about what happened this morning? That wasn’t your fault.”
“Daddy? That mean lady that hurt Willow… she hurts me too.” She rubbed her eyes. I turned around more in my seat to look at her face.
“What?! What do you mean she hurts you too?”
“She… she locks me in rooms and never talks to me.”
“Morgan?” I began to grip the steering wheel harder with one hand while the other curled up into a ball and shook violently as it rested on the arm rest in the middle of the car.
“Uh huh.” Dahlia kept her eyes off of me. I pulled over into the parking lot before I accidentally broke the brake pedal from pressing it too hard.
“Look at me, Dahlia. Tell Daddy everything and you’ll never have to worry about seeing her again.”
Dahlia wiped her eyes again, and I helped.
“She’s so mean, Daddy! She barely even feeds me. And her house always stinks!”
Now one more question. It was hard getting the words out of my mouth, only because I was afraid of what the answer would be.
“Has she ever hit you?”
“No.”
“Dahlia, tell me the truth!”
My chest tightened into a tangled mess. Blood began to rush through my head. My daughter, my loving princess.
“She’ll pull me around. But she won’t hit me. I’m a good girl, so she doesn’t hit me.”
“Okay, princess, let me walk you inside. Daddy will make sure that Morgan never ever goes near you again.”
“I want Willow as my mommy!”
“I do too. Come on.”
***
“Dean!” I yelled, charging into his office. There were three men in his office looking over paper work as Dean stood before them speaking. He looked up at me like I lost my mind.
And for a second I did.
“What the hell?” a man said, turning around
The other men turned their heads too and looked up at me with contempt. Screw them. My daughter came first.
“Uh, men, I’m going to need a moment, I’m sorry.”
They got up and skittered out of the office, closing the door behind them.
“Darien, what the hell? What’s going on?” he asked me, sitting down in his chair and rocking back.
“That—that beast is abusing my daughter! I want her head!” I shouted, pacing his room like a hungry lion.
“Shit… Hate to be a pain in the ass, but I’m gonna need details.”
“She’s starving her, locking her in rooms and pulling my kid around like a fucking rag doll!”
“Fuck, this isn’t good.”
“I want my daughter to stay with me! I’m not giving her back next week. I refuse! I don’t give a fuck what the courts say!”
“Darien, this could get child protective services involved. That would get Dahlia taken from both of you.”
“What?! Dean, I’m Darien Thrilling. I am no abusive man!”
“And I know that. But the media wouldn’t care, and all Morgan would do is throw a false accusation at you to balance things out. That’s probably been her plan for a while… Think about this. The divorce is almost over.”
“I don’t care. She’s not returning to that crazy bitch’s house.”
“Look, I got some tricks up my sleeve. Usually I don’t use them until things get messy, but let me handle this.”
“Well I’m going to handle this too.” I marched over to the door, and Dean ran over, throwing himself in the way.
“Darien? Don’t do anything stupid!” The worry in his eyes. I wasn’t going to hurt Morgan. But I sure as hell was going to warn her ass.
I leaned in close to him and growled, “She hurt my daughter, I’m going to talk to her. Or else this will get messy.”
“You wait now!”
“Out of my way, Dean. Do you even have children?!”
“No. But—”
I pulled him off of the door and swung him to the side.
“But my ass. Dahlia was the only good thing that came out of our broken marriage. Morgan is harming my only daughter as a means to hurt me.”
Dean brushed off his suit and straightened himself up.
“I understand, but if you do something reckless, Dahlia will lose you. You don’t want that. Do you?”
“I’m too rich to lose her.”
“Don’t be cocky, Thrilling. I’ve been a Thrilling family lawyer for twenty five years. Money won’t let you get away with everything…”
***
I sped over to Morgan’s house across the county. I slammed my car into her driveway, pounding on the horn to get her ass out the bed and down to the door.
“Darien, well isn’t this a rare occasion,” Morgan said, leaning on her door frame.
I walked up to her ornate gated entrance, stopping only inches away from her face. The chill of the oncoming winter blew through my jacket while I stood on her steps, staring deep into her eyes.
“Let me in,” I demanded, trying to keep my cool.
“Bossy aren’t you? Bearing any gifts?” She slid her hand onto her hip, jutting it out to the side. She looked me up and down. Tired of her bull shit, I pushed my way inside and looked around. The place smelled like a bar.
Morgan shouted, “Hey! I didn’t say you could come in.”
“Leave her alone…” I folded my arms, glaring into her murky green eyes.
“The whore?” She threw her hands into the air, circling them around as she walked over to me. This entrance corridor gave me the chills, it was lifeless, and devoid of life like her.
“Our daughter!” I shouted, pointing in her direction.
“What’re you talking about?” she asked, tapping her lip.
“I know what you’ve been doing to her.” I kept glancing around, trying to see if there were someone else in her house.
“What?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Locking her in rooms, not even feeding her. What the hell, Morgan?! I know we don’t love each other, but I thought you’d at least treat Dahlia like a decent human being. She’s our flesh in blood,” I thundered.
My voice bounced off the vases that adorned her hallway. Morgan stepped back in fear. All this because she wanted to control me. Why couldn’t she just say it?
She didn’t love me, and I didn’t love her. I loathed her.
Morgan waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh, that girl eats—”
“What a few crumbs? And what, do you lock her in a ‘fun’ room?! Dahlia is not an animal!”
“An animal? I thought that was what we were evolved from.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. Do you even care? Why would you even try to get full custody knowing damn well you don’t even like her?”
Morgan tugged at her robe. “Because she’s mine too—”
“Because you think you can get child support… you’re pathetic. You know that. I’ll warn you this once, stay away from Dahlia.” Morgan was smug and conceited, she really thought she had me under her command?
“Or what? You’re gonna tell on me?” She bent over and shook her breasts. Ugh, that was not attractive.
“Don’t push my buttons—” I threatened, taking a step closer to her.
Morgan grinned and chuckled, “But what about the whore? You call her the help, but she’s more than that. I thought we had an agreement?” She tapped her fingers on her hips, scanning my face for a reaction.
“I have a legal contract with her.” No, I was the one in control here.
“Oh? Do you? Well, I have something too.” She too out her phone from the pocket of her robe and scrolled around on it.
Lights began to flash, and I heard familiar voices.
I knew those voices that was me—and Willow.
“What the hell is that?!” Impossible. Was she stalking us?
“Calm down, it’s just a little harmless sex video. You still know your way around a woman, don’t you, Darien?” She licked her teeth, nodding her head to the side.
“How’d you—”
She cut her phone off and slipped it back into her pocket. “You see, I still had access to the cameras in your home. You may’ve taken them out of Dahlia’s room and your bedroom, but you forgot to take it out of the whore’s room.”
“Morgan…”
If that were to get out, not even my damage control team could do anything to soften the blows.
Then I’d lose Dahlia forever to her and be forced to split substantial amounts of my hard earned money with her.
Money that she wouldn’t spend on Dahlia. Money that she’d swallow down and spend without regard to any responsibilities.
I gnashed my teeth, feeling the veins in my body bulge.
“You want to beg me not to show the court? How about this, get rid of the whore and I won’t pass this video of you fucking the help.”
I bolted out of her house and over to my car.
“Come on, you might even have a chance at keeping Dahlia if I keep this from prying eyes,” she shouted.
“I take that as a yes? I’ll be watching.”
I slammed the door to my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. Damn it, I wasn’t willing to sacrifice Dahlia or Willow. The
re had to be something I could do.
Never before have I felt so… powerless.
“Fuck!” I growled, raking my fingers through my hair.
I began to drive back home until the last remnants of this morning played in my head. I touched the phone app in my car and called Willow. She didn’t pick up the first time, but she did pick up when I called her a second time.
“Hello? Darien?” she said, her voice weak and dull.
I breathed a sigh of relief and loosed the grip on my steering wheel. “Willow?! Are you okay? Where are you, I’ve been worried. You were so upset this morning.”
“I’m fine…”
“You don’t sound fine.”
I drove slower so I could talk to her more. I didn’t want her feeling or sounding like this. Willow sighed on the phone and I heard faint beeping in the background.
“Are you at the hospital? With your brother?”
“Yeah…”
She was grieving. It came off from her voice.
“Is he okay?”
Willow didn’t respond for a few seconds, and I thought she had hung up. But the touchscreen still showed our call as connected.
“… I’ll be back later in an hour or so,” Willow said.
I bit my lip.
“Okay. You’ll be able to get some rest now that Dahlia is in school. Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”
“I’m good. Thanks. I’ll see you later.”
“Willow, you know if there’s anything I could do to help you, just say it.”
“Bye.”
The sky rumbled, and it began to rain. I picked up my speed and went to my office instead of back home. I already had my security company on the phone.
First thing I needed to do today was dismantle my entire security system and put in a new one.
Like hell I was going to give Willow or Dahlia up.
Chapter Nine
Willow
It had been three weeks since we had sex. I mostly avoided him because of the stress with Ronald. But Darien still made sure I was comfortable and fed. He didn’t ask too many questions, even though the looks he gave me were stitched with worry.
Recently I’ve been sick as hell. Nauseous, moody, and achey. My period was supposed to be here by now, but when I noticed I was gaining some suspicious weight, I ran to the store to get a… pregnancy test.
