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NATHANIEL
W e dropped Greta off at Rain’s on the way home. I fucking love my daughter-in-law, but Elijah is going to lose his shit when he sees who is staying in his guest room for the immediate future.
“If she ends up dead because of your kid, I’ll fucking kill you.” Puppet’s gaze is focused out the passenger-side window. I want to laugh but can't; her words are robotic and lifeless, like she isn’t really here. Parking the car, I turn off the engine and sit with her in the silence of the space. Rylee’s entire life burned and crumbled before her eyes, but by the time we left, it was gone, all of it.
She’s lost her mom twice.
First the real version that would tuck her into bed at night, and then the memory of her. Reaching my hand off the warm leather gear shift, I touch her knee softly in an effort to comfort her but she doesn’t want it. Rylee brings her legs into herself, turning her back toward me and she continues to look out the window.
My head rolls against the seat. Looking up at the car ceiling, I feel helpless. As much as I have been there for my son and supported him through his journey in finding himself, this is completely different. She is completely different. I can’t make her feel better by giving her a hit or a new person to mutilate. I don’t know what she needs, but it seems like I am not it.
Do I go get her cat? I don’t know.
Restlessly, I start playing with my rings, twisting them relentlessly. The longer we sit, the more my sympathy turns into impatience and frustration. And this isn’t the time to make any of this shit about me, but I can’t resist. Slamming my hands on the steering wheel, “We don’t have time for this,” escapes my mouth before I am able to stop it.
Rylee turns slowly and I know I’m fucked.
Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, her face is in a scowl, and her fists are clenched. She is going to punch me, and I keep my face relaxed and ready because I deserve it. And honestly, we don’t have time for this shit, but I shouldn’t have said it out loud.
Her knuckles connect with my jaw, skin cracking against skin. My head jolts to the side from the force of her punch. I resist moving to rub the area once she pulls back, letting the sting sink in followed by the aching of my jaw. My eyes tear as a side effect of the hit, and I am able to sniff the nose drip before shit gets gross.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I jump out of the car and walk around the front. Passing the hood, I slam my hand down on it hard, convinced I could have very well dented it, but it’s not even mine, so, oh well.
Swinging Rylee’s door open, tears are welling in her eyes, dying to stream down her beautiful face, but I’ve had enough of them for the day.
“You can cry and scream and punch me after this is over, I promise. But I need your head with me right now. We destroy this motherfucker, then we cry. Can you do that for me, Puppet? Please?” I’m not beneath getting on my knees and begging, actually, I know she would love it. But it’s my turn to have her back, to be the person she can lean on. So I reach over and unlatch her belt, then pick her up bridal style out of the car. She is slapping my chest, kicking her feet with tiny, cute grunts.
Walking to the front of the car, I toss her on the ground. She lands on her feet and places her hands on the hood to brace herself. Standing behind her, I growl, “Don’t fucking move.” Her breath hitches nervously as I undo my pants and free my aching cock, because, yes, her hitting me instantly got my dick hard.
I tug her pants down and push her oversized sweater up slightly, leaving her beautiful peach on display for me. A trail of spit drips off my lips, falling between the soft cheeks of her perky, fine ass.
“I got you, Puppet,” is all I say before ramming into her wet, tight pussy. Her back arches, a loud moan follows, and her cunt immediately grips me. She loves my piercings and squeezes me harder in order to feel each one rubbing against her walls.
My hands grip her hips with all my strength. I want her to see me after, claiming and possessing. And a little pain feels so fucking good.
It’s time to show her how I fuck.
“Touch yourself, Puppet,” my voice rasps, instructing her, and she listens. Her hand rubs aggressively against her clit, edging herself further, taking her to where I fucking need her to be. Our skin slaps against one another’s as I continue fucking her relentlessly. My cock is pulsating and our time outside could be short-lived, but I’m not embarrassed because she needs this as much as I do.
Panting, I tell her, no, I demand her, “Use me. Take it.” She purrs as her leg begins to twitch and her breathing becomes heavier.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she pants.
And don’t you worry, sweet Puppet, I won’t stop until we are both fucking satisfied.
Sweat beads on my forehead as my cock spasms inside of her. Every part of me wants to come inside of her, filling her with my release, but seeing my cum on her ass calls to me more right now. Pulling out, I let go of her hips and grab my swelled cock as ropes of cum shoot out, decorating her backside. My eyes are hooded as I take in the most beautiful sight. Rylee follows, her hand slows down, and she places her head against the cool metal as soft moans escape her. She places her hands on either side of her body as she rests, riding the waves with trembling hands. I begin to rub my release into her skin. “Don’t clean it off,” I instruct breathlessly.
Huffing, she promises, “I won’t.”
Reaching down, using two fingers, I scoop her cum onto my fingers and then rub my cock with it. A hiss leaves my lips as I tug my pierced cock, coating myself in her. It’s possessive and she is claiming me without even realizing it.
Slapping her ass and ruining this moment completely, but someone has too, I say, “Pants up, Puppet. We have shit to handle.”
Begrudgingly, she whispers at me, “I hate everything you stand for and who you belong to.”
A shot to the heart, fuck. “I know. And I promise I am trying to make it right. I will fix this.”
RYLEE
Hours have passed, the sun is setting, and my mind is still stuck on what happened this afternoon in the driveway. I’ve never been fucked like that. I have never let anyone fuck me like that.
It has always been me in control. Because I like to be, and I’ve always been scared to let it go. You hear stories of awful things and as a female, you immediately put your guard up, then you grow up with Greta and you just grow up being a badass. I almost think it’s hereditary as a Vandenberg.
I relinquished control, and everything was okay. My mind is in shock, but my body is alive. Electricity was rapidly flowing through it the entire experience, and when he told me to play with myself while his cock and piercings were rubbing all the right places, I could have melted. And for those few minutes, I was free and for once, someone else was taking care of me.
I haven’t showered, his cum still coats my backside, and I like it, feeling claimed and worthy of it. Don’t get me wrong, I know my worth and I am extremely confident and body confident, but to have it validated by someone you may be growing an attachment to feels so fucking good.
As I go to cuddle a sleeping Karma, I can feel the large smile on my face. I bury my face in her soft and fluffy coat and take her in, there is truly nothing better than a new kitten smell. I can’t describe it and do it justice, but when you smell it, you feel like you’re home; it’s infinite love and comfort.
I’m sure people get the same way with new babies, but the thought of a new baby makes me scrunch up my face, ruining my moment of solace with Karma. I’ve never wanted to be a mom. Growing up, I never had dreams of it, not because I lost mine, but because I never longed or desired for them. Greta has never pressured me, and she wouldn’t. My body, my choice. And it’s always going to stay that way.
A faint knock at my bedroom door disturbs Karma and I. Her precious large green eyes open, beautiful against her black fur, followed by the most adorable yawn showing off all her sharp baby teeth. “Yes?” I answer, not looking away from my new fur baby. The door slowly opens, tiny creeks come from the hinges, and I don’t recognize this person. Rogers and Nathaniel open the door swiftly, but this is gentle, feminine. Even Thomas was more abrasive when he tried to trap me earlier.
Turning my head, I see a familiar face with long black hair and a black leather choker—no, it’s definitely a collar around her neck with rose gold intricate detailing and surrounding a single vile of crimson red blood.
Rain Sinclair.
She has the biggest smile on her face. Wearing leggings, sneakers, and a sweater that is showing off her ever-growing baby bump. I smile back at her; her energy is warm, and I instantly know I am going to like her. Plus, she has Greta staying with her as a kind gesture and a way of pissing off Elijah, her partner. The girl is top fucking tier, really.
“I just wanted to stop by quickly while Greta settles in. I have a present for you, a sort of welcome to the family gift.” Her statement shocks me, because I’m not with him .
The smile fades from my face and my eyes look at her inquisitively.
Rain brings her hidden hand out from behind her back, and in it is something shiny. The sun from the back window shines directly on it, causing an instant glare. Karma eyes it on the wall behind us and begins growling and entering pounce mode.
Dammit, she is so freaking cute.
Moving my focus back to Rain, I continue to analyze what she is presenting to me. She takes several steps toward me so I can get a better look. My head tilts, it’s absolutely stunning. Reaching my hands out, I pick up the object.
My fingerprints leave marks on the silver, I will have to clean them off to keep it looking pristine.
Flipping it over, I try to understand how this object works. It has four rings for my fingers to slide through and a separate piece for my thumb. The index finger has an additional ring to keep it secure and is the only finger that would be completely covered. Flipping it back over, I slide it on. The rings slide down seamlessly, fitting me like a glove—pun not intended. Silver covers my knuckles, including my thumb. The index has silver going all the way up, I am able to bend, and I can see it is made of three separate pieces, allowing for movement. On the top, the fingernail is a long, sharp, catlike claw.
Tears well in my eyes, today has been long and devastating. Then you have this person who I have barely met coming over and gifting me the most thoughtful gift. What did I do to deserve such kindness?
Swallowing my sorrow, along with all my other overwhelming feelings, I look back up to Rain, who is still glowing, and whisper, “Thank you.”
“It will keep him on his toes. Make sure he sees you wearing it at least once.” She chuckles before winking. And she may just be my new best friend.
“Have you seen the backyard?”
Rain shakes her head. “Yes, when I saw him and Thomas dragging a torso across the street, I had to come see what else they did. Safe to say officially, all that remains of Brad is his head. His body was dinner for our pigs that night.”
“It’s going to start smelling out there soon, every day the temperature gets warmer.” I really don’t want to have to smell all the body rot.
“If it isn’t cleaned up by then, we can play his games too,” she says with spunk before turning around to leave.
“I’m sorry about your house, but we will make it right. And you’re not alone, you have all of us now.” Rain looks back before closing the door, her face comforting, and I believe her.
Nathaniel catches the door. He reaches up and stops it from closing behind my new friend. His eyes then notice what I am wearing, and they widen, freezing him in place.
Mother like fur baby.
I keep my pride tucked away and only allow him to see stone. “You’ll get her collar engraved; Karma needs her name on it,” I tell him while holding my new accessory out, taking it in.
Nathaniel is quick to reply. “As you wish, Puppet. But what are you wearing?”
His tone has changed, he is nervous but also extremely serious.
Rain waits in intrigue.
“Something we will play with later, if you are a good boy.” My own tone changes to sultry and seductive.
He hisses, “Fuck,” under his breath.
Then it occurs to me, father like son, they both have a fascination with rose gold collars.
Peculiar.
Rain excuses herself. “Papa, I should go check on Greta.” She smiles at him with her eyes full of love.
“Please call if you need anything,” he insists, and she rubs his arm kindly.
“I will, promise.” Then she leaves us alone.
“How are you doing?” And as soon as those words leave his mouth, I am in hysterics again. Removing the cat finger claw, I don’t want to rust it with tears. I set it down on my bedside, then cuddle back up with Karma. My emotions are a roller coaster of a ride and I hate it. Crying is something I find to be uncomfortable but have been told that it’s also very healthy. I beg to differ.
I feel the bed dip as Nathaniel sits down, his hand touches my leg and gently he squeezes. “We will rebuild it,” he rasps, choking up. Seeing me like this is clearly impacting him, and a tiny part of me is glad. He deserves to hurt like I am, for all the years of pain he and his organization caused.
“But what about work until then? It could take a year to rebuild.” The sobbing gets louder at the idea of not working for another year. What will I do?
His throat growls deeply. His answer to my question will determine my next move. I can hear him thinking. Come on, Sinclair, you are a smart man, you can do it.
“Elijah’s old shed out back. It’s yours for you to do as you please.” I know how hard that must have been for him to say. But this just determined his future without even knowing it. Getting up on my knees, and scootching over to him, I place one leg on either side, then sit down on top of his lap. I can feel his hard cock pushing against his trousers. Moving my ass on purpose, I encourage him to continue to be aroused. Nathaniel’s breathing becomes more heavy, but he doesn’t move to touch me, he knows I am in control right now.
He’s being vulnerable. Allowing me to do the things I love in his yard takes a strong, confident man to be comfortable with such things.
When he promised he was going to fix this after fucking me over the hood of the car, I believed him, and still do. And as much as I am pissed off, hurt, and broken from the events of these past weeks, he is really trying. I can feel it deep within my soul. Anytime he enters the room, it's a connection no one could break, even if they tried. He would never lie or mislead me, purposefully. It’s not in him, not when it comes to me or his family. Seeing how broken he is because I am, I know he feels everything I do, too.
“I still hate you,” I tease through my tears.
The corner of his lip rises, a glint of hope entering his eyes. “Good. As you should.”
“I will use my new toy on you, while you're asleep, vulnerable and unsuspecting.” I continue teasing him.
His words are hushed but true. “I would be honored to die by your hand, Puppet.”
Taking my hands, I hold his jaw in my palms. My thumbs rub along his soft, pouty bottom lip, and acting on impulse, I lean in and kiss him.
My chest warms and my eyes close. Thankfully, he moves and grips my hips. I need to feel him holding me, and it reassures me that what I am doing is right. I use the tip of my tongue to part his lips, and his tongue meets mine. It’s soft, unrushed, and passionate kissing. My nails play with his beard and lightly scratch his skin, bringing forward goosebumps onto his skin and my own.
Before it gets too deep, I pull back. Our lips unlock and I already feel lost and left needing more. Our eyes lock once more as my heart races. Nathaniel gently squeezes my hips, reassuring me that he’s got me, like I have him.
Everything is about to change.