Chapter nine

After Lumi's bedtime feed, I gently de-latch her from my breast, patting her tiny back until a soft burp escapes. I lay her in her crib, smiling down as she scrunches her little body to get comfortable. The mobile above her crib starts to turn, playing a gentle, soothing lullaby that fills the room with a peaceful melody. I stand there for a moment, lost in awe at how she's almost two-weeks-old already. Finally, I step back, dimming the light as I quietly close the door behind me.

The hallway is dark and still as I make my way to Cree's bedroom, my footsteps barely a whisper on the marble floor. I softly push his door open, peeking around it to find him asleep, his iPad still casting a soft glow across his face. A smile tugs at my lips as I step inside, quietly approaching his bed. I carefully lift the iPad from his hands, turning it off and placing it on the bedside cabinet.

For a moment, I just watch him as well, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, my heart swelling with pride at how well he's been doing at school, how much happier he seems to be. I lean down, pressing a kiss to his head before retreating back into the hallway.

As I close the door behind me, the corridor plunges into darkness, and I barely have time to register the shift before I feel him behind me, like a ghost in the night. A sharp edge is suddenly pressed firmly against my throat, and a thrill runs through me.

I smile widely as his warm body closes in on my back, his breath hot against my ear as he speaks, quiet but forceful. "Good evening, my little slut."

Slowly, I turn my head, the blade grazing my skin, its cold threat sending a shiver through me. My lips hover close to his as I whisper, "Good evening, daddy. I've missed you."

His low growl rumbles against my lips, and the tip of his blade moves slowly down my throat, teasing the delicate skin. Tingles scatter across my body, my breath hitching as his torment continues. "I bet you'd love me to fuck the absolute life out of you right now, with this knife pressed tight against your throat," he murmurs, his words dripping with darkness.

My core throbs instantly at the memory of our past, the filthy, wild moments we've shared flooding my mind, igniting a fierce ache only he can satisfy.

"Tell me, what did you do to pleasure that needy little cunt of yours while I was gone?"

I bite my bottom lip, the need for him almost unbearable. This is pure fucking torture, the way he plays with me. The way he speaks to me.

"I remained untouched, and it would have stayed that way until we met again," I answer truthfully.

He presses his mouth against mine, "And why the fuck is that?" he grits out on my lips.

His blade slides down between my breasts, the cold metal is the total opposite of the heat building between us and I murmur breathlessly, "Because I'm yours…"

A deep rumble escapes his chest, vibrating against my lips as he whispers viciously, "That's fucking right. Good girl—you are mine, and don't you ever fucking forget it."

His blade continues its slow, deliberate descent, tracing the sensitive skin of my bare inner thighs. He teases me, his lips hovering just above mine. The tension coils tighter within me, and I know I could come right here, right now, with nothing more than his wicked presence.

When the blade reaches the top, he presses it firmly against my panties, "You better tell me when you're ready for my big cock, slut, and I mean truly ready," he warns. "Because when the time comes, it's not going to be easy on either of us."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby; I want to be shattered by you all over again." I say with a smile.

He growls before finally pressing his soft lips against mine and my entire body trembles from the connection. As our tongues battle for dominance, I turn, which causes him to flick his blade closed.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as his hands move down the curve of my back until they are on my ass. He gathers the shirt I am wearing up into his palm before squeezing my ass into his hand with the other. I begin to walk backward, forcing him to follow me up the dark corridor toward our bedroom.

Once we're inside, he kicks the door closed behind us, and we continue to move until I feel the bed hit the back of my legs. As I gently lower myself onto it, his mouth follows mine, and we both crawl up the bed. As he hovers over me between my legs, mauling my mouth ruthlessly, I begin to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt with eagerness.

As soon as I'm done, I run my palms up the front of his warm, inked body until I get to his shoulders, and I push his shirt down his muscular arms.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you want me to fucking violate you when you're not even ready?" he hisses against my lips, both our sense of control slipping.

As our feral eyes lock, his pupils are blown wide, swirling with sinful darkness, and I can't help but love the way he looks at me—it reminds me of the way he used to gaze at me when we fucked.

I flick my nose over his, feeling his hooped piercing slide across my skin. "I wish I could give you more, but I can satisfy your needs, Arlo, if you want me to."

He stays silent, his gaze growing even darker, more intense. I let one of my hands trail down the front of his body, fingers skimming over the hard ridges of his abs.

"Would you like to feel the back of my throat again?" I purr.

A slow, perfect eyebrow arches at my filthy suggestion and his eyes flick to my lips as I start unbuckling his belt, my movements deliberate and teasing, the hunger between us building with each second.

"I won't be gentle with you once my cock is in your mouth," he growls honestly.

I drag his zipper down, sucking my bottom lip inward as I press my hand against the bulge in his Calvin's and his breath catches, eyes ablaze.

"When do I ever expect you to be gentle with me? Do whatever the fuck you want to my throat," I whisper. "I'll suck hard until you cum."

A snarl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against my lips as I slip my hand inside, grasping his thick, throbbing cock in my hand and his control begins to unravel.

"Dirty fucking slut," he hisses. "You'll be the death of me if you keep talking like that."

While I stroke his length, his head dips down, nudging my chin with his nose. I lift it willingly, and he slides his pierced tongue up the center of my throat, slowly. The sensation sends a shockwave through me, my thighs involuntarily tightening around his waist as heat floods my body.

My eyes flutter shut when he begins to attack my neck with his hot mouth and I instantly realize this is going to drive me crazy, but I know I will get great pleasure from seeing him satisfied regardless.

When he draws back, he looks into my eyes before glancing at my lips and then lowers back down, slapping me with an earth-shattering kiss. His pierced tongue is wild, driving down my throat as his hand moves over my breast, where he gives it a bruising squeeze. I writhe beneath him, arousal igniting me as I fully pull his cock from boxers, so I have better access to fuck him with my hand.

He slips his hand beneath my shirt and snakes it up my body until he has a firm grasp on my bare tit, causing it to leak between his fingers. Unaffected by the liquid, he roughly yanks the shirt up until my breast is entirely exposed, breaks off the kiss and dips his head. Before I can even protest, he licks and sucks his way around my breast before sinking his teeth into the thick flesh.

"Arlo..." I gasp just as I feel he is going to take my nipple into his mouth.

He lifts his head to hiss against my lips as a sign of warning.

"Shut the fuck up and take it. I get to pleasure you too. I'm not afraid of a bit of tittie milk and no, it's not a fucking fetish before you say that shit."

I can't help but smile at the fetish part, but his face remains serious. Before I know it, he clamps his mouth down on my nipple. As he devours it, pulling on it with his teeth, my eyes close and my back arches while I moan.

He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action, ravaging each of my tits before returning his mouth to mine, where we share another forceful kiss.

"Lay back for me, baby." I breathe out.Before he does, he pushes my shirt up my body until it's over my head, and he tosses it across the room, leaving me in just my panties. As soon as he rolls onto his back beside me, I am forced to release his hard cock. I slowly get up with a small groan before cocking my leg over and straddling him.

He growls as his eyes wander down my almost naked body above him. As I tilt down, my big, heavy tits lay on his bare chest while I kiss him intensely. His greedy hands move down the sides of my body, and when he gets to my ass, he smacks one cheek hard, causing me to tense and squeal into his mouth.

"Suck my fucking cock good, slut. Give me a trip down memory lane." he bites out the order.

I grin before tilting my head and kissing his neck, then moving my way down his fully tattooed body, licking, and kissing across his magnificent art, enticing low snarls from him.

When I am between his legs, he raises up onto his elbows as I lift his thick, hard, veiny dick with my hand, and I keep intense eye contact as I lower my mouth. I run my tongue up his length and over the piercing on the end of his cock, slick with his pre-cum, seductively teasing him, and he watches my every move through darkened eyes.

I suck the tip before allowing him to slide past my lips. I go slow, hollowing my cheeks as I ease my way down the length of him until he hits the back of my throat, loving the taste of Arlo fucking Hayes in my mouth once again. I bring myself back up, sucking the life out of him before shoving his cock back down my throat again, just how he likes it.

His groans of pleasure please me, and I revel in the power I have over him in this moment. I bob my head, taking him deeper each time, my tongue swirling around his shaft.

As I begin to work on him, building the pressure, I feel him slip his hand into the back of my long hair and take a handful. He holds it tightly, slowly taking control by forcing my head down more with each suck, making me take almost the whole of him.

He becomes more forceful in time, as expected, and soon he pulls my hair back harshly, causing his cock to pop from my tingling lips. I glance up at him and I can see in his eyes that he is fully about to take control now, his way. With his hand still in my hair, he moves, grabbing his tie that is on the bed with his other hand, and he stands off the bed. I am forced to move too as he keeps his grip on my hair.

When I am standing in front of him, he guides me to kneel before him and I do.

"Arms behind your back," he commands.

We hold eye contact as he extends his tie in front of me, then leans over me, taking each of my arms and tying the tie around them. By the time he is done, my upper arms are tightly secured, keeping me completely restrained. As he stands upright, his devious eyes meet mine, and he crouches calmly, resting his forearms on his thighs. His eyes explore every inch of me as I sit obediently.

"Look at you, waiting patiently for me to fuck your skull like my good girl," he says with a rumble in his throat.

My eyes glisten with happiness as I look at him innocently, fluttering my lashes. He scans my face without a flicker of emotion before his dark gaze travels down my body again, then he slowly rises. Taking his hard cock into his tattooed hand, he hooks his finger beneath my chin, tilting my head fully back and runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Mouth wide open, tongue out." He demands.

I don't hesitate, I open my mouth wide and push my tongue out. He slides two fingers up my tongue, applying pressure, carefully observing the movement before leaning down. Before I know it, he gives a sharp spit into the back of my throat. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, a wave of degradation sweeping over me, and I moan softly, my eyes never leaving his.

His dark eyes flash to mine as he slides his fingers out, a string of saliva following, but I keep my mouth open. He places his finger beneath my chin once again before allowing more spit to fall from his lips and land directly on my tongue. He lets out a deep, satisfied growl before taking the back of my hair tightly, tangling it between his fingers and guiding my open, spit-riddled mouth to his big, heavy dick.

As soon as his slides his length in, I wrap my lips around him and suck him all the way down to the base. He hisses from the sensation before clutching his other hand in my hair as well. He goes slow at first, thrusting in and out, enjoying the feeling of me sucking him, but he soon speeds up the tempo.

When he gets going, he is ramming his entire cock down my throat at full force, ripping my hair from the root and making me gag repeatedly. My eyes stream with tears and drool drips down my chin, but as always, I will be his good girl and take it.

After some time of violent blow jobbing, he finally presses his piercing to the back of my throat, and I feel his hot load shoot and slide down my pipe. His dick swells and pulses on my tongue, his fists tightening even more on my hair. I lift my teary eyes to his to see they are heavy with desire, a slight sway in his posture from the intense climax he just felt after all these months.

When he releases my hair, I notice some strands falling from his fingers where he skull fucked me so brutally; he definitely needed that. Once he slips his dick out of my mouth, he kneels in front of me again and we exchange a brief smile as he reaches around to untie me.

As soon as my wrists are freed, I instinctively bring my arms forward, rubbing the sore skin. But before I can move, his hand clutches around my throat, firm and familiar. His lips are suddenly inches from mine, his eyes scanning mine in a way that always disarms me.

"I love you, beautiful," he murmurs, the rawness in his tone catching me off guard.

My heart softens instantly because this side of Arlo, the one hidden beneath layers of ferocity and dominance, never fails to be my undoing. But what brings more happiness to my shaded heart is that he is putting the effort in, like he promised he would. So far, he has stuck to his word. He is slowly, but surely repairing all that was broken between us.

"I love you, too." I manage to whisper back.

His gaze stays on me for a moment longer before he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss. As we pull away, his thumb lightly brushes my neck before he stands, towering over me and he extends his hand, offering to help me up. Without hesitation, I take it, and he effortlessly pulls me up.

After everything has settled, Arlo and I lie together in bed, our bodies entangled in the quiet aftermath. His chest presses firmly against my back as he spoons me, his arm draped over my chest, keeping us close, skin to skin. I close my tired eyes, the warmth of his embrace lulling me into a peaceful haze.

"How did today go?" I murmur, heavy with exhaustion, sinking deeper into his hold.

He sighs, the sound vibrating against me before he buries his face in my hair, inhaling the scent.

"All good," he finally mutters, clearly tired as well.

"So, nothing exciting happened?"

He pauses for a moment before responding, "I stabbed someone in the fucking hand, but that's about it. Nothing too wild."

"Whose hand?"

"Just some fool who had it coming," he replies, without a trace of concern.

I fall silent but my mind is still restless. After a few beats of quiet, I speak again, my voice quieter, more hesitant this time.

"Arlo… I've been thinking a lot about my dad, and—"

His tired growl cuts me off, "Fucking leave it, Wren." He warns.

"But—"

Before I can finish, he lifts his head and presses a firm kiss to my cheek, then he whispers into my ear, "It's not a good idea. Leave it."

His words sink in as I stare into the darkness and when I remain silent, he lowers his head back onto the pillow, nuzzling into my hair, his arm tightening around me.

"I just don't want this to get any messier than it already fucking is."

I know he's right, and I've considered his warning over and over again throughout the week, but the anger is still there. I can't seem to shift it. What my father did to Arlo is something I can't just let go. I need an explanation, an apology—something. Not just for me, but for the father of my child, too. I can't help but think I need to confront my dad on this. I'm so annoyed that he did that to Arlo, to me; I can't stop thinking about it.