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  I could not wait until she was huge, knowing I made her that way. The ultimate power; to change a woman’s life like that? Tie her to you forever. It made her yours in even more ways. Getting her pregnant? Changing her life so monumentally? It made me feel like a king.

  Today wasn’t going to be a good day to be king. I had to fly out to Vegas to meet with Johnny Lewis and Ben Goldberg. The best I could hope for was that it’d be productive. All sorts of shit swirled around this Fete project and it was getting more and more unpleasant by the day.

  When I got out of the shower, I heard my phone ringing from the nightstand. She was sleeping right through it despite the blaring noise right by her head.

  I glanced at the screen. Zack Jacobs. My PI. A guy I trusted. Fuck him. Lying Fed rat motherfucker. I declined the call. I spotted the pup half way under the blankets with Tia. His nose poked out of the covers.

  “Dog!” I clipped. He was sniffing the air, nose protruding a little more from the blankets.

  “Marley,” I growled.

  The covers started moving as his tail thumped slow. He knew he wasn’t allowed in the bed. Smart dog, too, because he also knew she’d let him away with it when I wasn’t there. She put a dog bed in the corner of the room and the little fucker jumped in bed with her as soon as I left it every day.

  “Out,” I told him and he jumped down and slunk away, back to his own bed.

  “Tia,” I leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. She was sleeping in the buff.

  “Mphf,” she grunted.

  “Baby girl…”

  Her beautiful jade eyes opened and she smiled at me.

  “Morning,” she said, “Mm. Suit porn,” she added with a little stretch, her eyes doing a sweep of me.

  I chuckled. “You finish packing for me? Suitcase is wide open. Anything else need to go in?”

  “Nope, it’s ready. Zip ‘er up. You going? I’ll get up.”

  “No, stay here, it’s early. I’ll call you when I land. Have fun doin’ your girls’ night.”

  “Mkay.” She puckered her gorgeous full lips for a kiss.

  “Be a good girl,” I told her and leaned over and touched my mouth to hers. I went to move away but she had my hair.

  “You got ten minutes?” she asked, her voice husky.

  “Five. If that,” I told her.

  “Quickie? You can do a lot with five minutes.”

  “Baby, I don’t think so. Gotta zip up that suitcase, grab a coffee, hit my office for shit I’ve gotta bring. Nino’s probably outside already.”

  “Aww,” she pouted.

  “Tia, I fucked you twice last night. You’re that hungry for my cock already?”

  “Mm hm.” She stretched and the blankets slid down, revealing her tits.

  Fuck.

  She looked at me and smiled, seeing where my eyes were. She circled a nipple with her index finger and I watched it pucker up tight. My cock rose to attention.

  “Baby, you’re lucky you’re carrying my baby or I’d throw you over my knee for being such a sassy little vixen when I gotta go.”

  “You can still throw me over your knee. Gently. The throwing part. Spank my butt as hard as you want. Just as long as I get your you-know-what for a couple minutes.”

  “I’m not spanking you.” I told her.

  “Even if I’m very, verrrry naughty?” she pedaled her feet until she’d kicked the blankets way down and then she spread her legs and trailed her fingers down until she got her middle and ring fingers of her right hand down there and they disappeared between her folds.

  I felt a rumble come up. She’d started out bashful about touching herself in front of me. Not since I married her and especially not since I knocked her up, though. I glanced at the time on the phone. Her left hand went to her tit and she squeezed it. The diamonds in her wedding rings sparkled.

  Fuck it. If anyone could get me there on time it’d be Nino. I tossed the phone onto the nightstand.

  “Knees. Now,” I demanded as I undid my belt and then my suit pants. She smirked triumphantly as she turned over and rose, presenting me with her cute little ass. I grabbed her thigh in one hand, and her throat in the other, and then got her earlobe in my mouth as I slammed inside, to the root, feeling no resistance whatsoever. She was like hot silk.

  Fuck.

  She groaned and tightened her pussy around me.

  I let go of her thigh and started working her clit, driving in fast and hard.

  She whimpered and started circling her hips, rearing back against me.

  “Fuck, you feel good baby,” I told her, “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Tommy. You. Ahh!”

  “Yeah, you naughty girl. And since I’m late, if you don’t hurry up and come I’m doin’ it without you. I need to go. Come quick for me, baby girl.” I gave her a playful little slap.

  “It’s okay, if you don’t, I’ll finish myself off after you g-go,” she panted I just about came right then.

  “I don’t fuckin’ think so. I get you off. Every time. Don’t I?”

  “Yeah,” she said, “Every time.”

  “So, come for me, babe; fuckin’ hurry. And when I get home, I’m watching you make yourself come five times in a row.” I gave her pussy a little slap and then tweaked her clit harder.

  “Ah!” She was starting to circle faster.

  My phone made a sound and that briefly brought my mind back to the trip and the surrounding bullshit and before I started to lose my hard-on, I looked down at her sweet ass, at her back, bowed in front of me, and let go of her throat and grabbed her tit and sensation started to build at my spine.

  She made a weird sound.

  I slowed.

  Her body heaved forward a little and then she gagged.

  “Tia?”

  “Unf,” she scrambled away from me and ran for the bathroom, her hand over her mouth.

  And then I heard her puking.

  I was on my knees on the bed, my dick hanging out and my wife was naked, hurling into the toilet, the door wide open. I could see her small feet with pink toenails and her bare ass from where I was.

  I shook my head, got to my feet, and put the beast away. With the sound of her puking, the beast didn’t really mind.

  I wandered into the walk-in closet and zipped up my suitcase and carried it out to put it by the door. I heard her flush the toilet so I went into the bathroom and she was sprawled and half laying on the toilet seat. She looked grey.

  “You done puking?” I asked.

  She nodded, “I think so.”

  I got to the sink and wet a washcloth and crouched down and wiped her forehead and cheeks and then she took it from me and put it over her mouth. She gave me big apologetic eyes.

  I scooped her up into my arms and carried her back to the bed.

  “I’ll go get you some water. Crackers?”

  She nodded.

  I kissed her forehead and went down and got her a glass of ice water and a sleeve of crackers and brought them up. Her eyes were closed.

  “Tia?”

  Her eyes opened.

  “Here, baby. You want me to take a later flight?” She sat up a bit and I fed her some water. I fetched one of my plaid shirts from the closet and helped her into it.

  “No. I’ll just sleep a bit. It was like this yesterday. The crackers helped. I’ll be okay.”

  I let out a breath, not feeling great about the idea of leaving her.

  “It’s okay, baby,” she waved it off, her too-long sleeve flopping, “I read that morning sickness is a sign of high hormone levels. This is probably a good thing, means things are going like they’re supposed to. Even if it feels like a shit thing. I’m sorry.”

  “Naw, don’t be sorry.” I hit Sarah Martinez’s contact details, “Just grow our baby strong. I’ll survive.”

  Tia

  He was on the phone. “Sarah, I’m headin’ out. Tia’s got morning sickness. Can you check on her in an hour? She’s in bed.”

  My stom
ach roiled again and I felt that acid rising and bubbling in the back of my throat. I scrambled out of bed and ran for the bathroom again. I needed to pee, too, but I needed to puke more.

  He called in, “You need me?”

  “No. Go, honey. I’ll---unf,” I gagged, “I’ll be okay.”

  I felt his presence behind me. He pulled my hair back and kissed my temple,

  “Love you.”

  “Love you. Call me later.” And then I rested my cheek on my hand and dry heaved again.

  He was still standing there.

  “Go, honey. It’s okay.”

  He didn’t want to leave me like this. He probably didn’t want to leave me at all. He was still very protective. But he was trying.

  I had company lined up for while he’d be away. Tonight, I was having my foster sisters over. Tomorrow night I was staying over with the girls a few doors down at Lisa’s and Tessa’s. He’d either be back the day after that or Sarah would come stay over until he got home. He didn’t want me alone all night. Beyond the company I’d had planned, he also had people patrolling the property.

  “I’ll get Sarah here now.”

  “It’s okay, Tommy.”

  “Sarah, can you come over? She’s puking a lot and I don’t wanna leave her alone.” He’d ignored me and called her anyway.

  “Go catch your … (gag) …flight,” I insisted, but he gave me a look.

  ***

  When the puking stopped, I’d managed to go pee and brush my teeth. As I was coming out, he met me at the door and lifted me up again and got me back to bed where he held me and stroked my back and my hair. He left only after Sarah arrived and that meant he’d missed his flight but he waved it off as no big deal, saying there was another one shortly.

  She made me some warm citrusy drink with ginger in it, forced me to take a few sips, and was gonna hang out downstairs until I felt better.

  “Want me to make up some meals for your freezer, Chiquita?”

  “No, please. I can’t stand the thought of the smell of food cooking.”

  There was also the fact that my freezer was full already, having no less than six lasagnas and an assortment of other meals that she’d sent over. It was her mission in life to keep everyone in the family away from sugar but with freezers filled with food.

  I was still early in my pregnancy, but I guess my comment the other day about feeling great, other than sore boobs and feeling sleepy, had been a jinx against myself. I’d been fine until yesterday.

  Yesterday I threw up for two hours off and on. And he knew it. I’d been reading to him from my favorite pregnancy website and told him all about the morning sickness cures and how I’d stocked up on crackers and that was how he knew to bring me some. Today was feeling even worse than yesterday.

  Tommy would be gone to Vegas for a few days and then we were talking about going to Costa Rica to spend a few days, pack up the rest of our things, and close up the house there.

  We’d planned to do it right after Dare’s wedding but Tommy had some work stuff come up so it’d been put off. Tommy said he’d been in touch with the owner though, and put in an offer. He decided to buy it for us and we’d save it as a place for vacations.

  I’d asked about whether or not that was a good idea or a waste of money and maybe we should at least rent it out while we weren’t using it and he’d laughed at me and told me money was not a worry and no way would he want anyone else staying in our house, sleeping in our bed.

  Money had always but always been a worry to me and I still wasn’t accustomed to it being available in abundance. I doubted I’d ever take it for granted.

  I had been looking forward to having a sleepover with Beth, Mia, and Ruby. They didn’t know yet, that I was pregnant. I was going to tell them that night. I’d had all these plans for awesome snacks and girlie/baby movies (Look Who’s Talking, Baby Geniuses, Knocked Up, etc.) and I hoped I felt well enough to get out of this bed. Morning sickness sucked.

  Angel

  The first weeks of married life weren’t exactly bliss. Being married to Dare was bliss, waking up in his arms, how he made love to me and was so caring and nurturing… definitely amazing.

  But, my thoughts were all over the place where my sister was concerned. The day after our wedding, my first official day as Mrs. Dario Ferrano, wasn’t easy. My new husband told me, in our honeymoon suite, that my little sister Holly was missing.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about news that my sister was gone. Had I broken for nothing if it never even saved her? No, not nothing. If I hadn’t broken, I wouldn’t have lived to become Dare’s.

  Dare said, at first, that they had a lead on where she might be. But then he started backtracking with me and said he wasn’t 100% sure if Kruna had let Holly go and she’d run away or if they’d kept her or sold her. He tried to talk calmly, asking me to not jump to conclusions. He was still working on figuring out what happened.

  I tried not to tell myself that his backpedaling was that he was sparing my feelings until we knew for sure, but then I decided that he knew best. I was trusting him to handle things. I had no choice; I didn’t have the strength to process this in the natural way.

  He promised to find out what happened to her. When he said he thought his PI might know where she was, he asked me if I wanted to be kept abreast of things as discoveries were made.

  “Would it be terrible if I just left that up to you?” I had asked him.

  He looked thoughtful for a minute. When he kept watching me, mulling it over, I explained.

  “All this time I wanted to believe that what I’d done, going along with them and not fighting, was keeping her safe. Now to find out that she’s missing? That she’s been missing all this time? I don’t know if I can process that. If I try…”

  My whole body started to shake.

  He took me into his arms, “I’ve got you,” he had said and cupped my face. And he said he didn’t know for sure whether his lead was solid. I had a feeling he was backpedaling to settle me down but maybe I needed to live in that state of denial, or maybe a state of hope. Before Dare, I’d had no hope. He gave it to me when he rescued me from Kruna.

  Hope. Yeah, I’d hope. Just a little.

  “Maybe they don’t have her, Dare. Maybe she ran away. Maybe she ran away to Uncle Charlie and Aunt Betsy’s and is living on my farm.”

  “Maybe,” he said but he said it guardedly, “But baby, even if you hadn’t cooperated nothing would be different. Except maybe they wouldn’t have let you live. Whatever has happened, you did the only thing you could do.”

  I nodded but deflated, “I don’t know if she’s been raped and murdered, is living as a sex slave, or if she’s living with my horses, trying to find out what happened to me and living thinking I’m dead. I don’t know if I can handle this. Dare. Master, I…” I started to feel the panic rise. “But if she did escape, she would’ve looked for me and your PI would’ve found that out by now, right?”

  “Stop,” his hand gripped the back of my neck tighter, not painfully but with surety; it was reassuring.

  I let out a breath and felt my body calm. It was becoming an unwritten rule for us that when I called him Master he knew that’s who I needed him to be. I’d been doing it less and less often and usually only in the middle of the night when I’d had a bad dream.

  But now? With the knowledge that my sister, who would now be 17 years old if she was alive, had been missing for 2 years? That she might not have been seen after I’d seen footage of her bound and gagged in a cargo plane, naked penises surrounding her?

  She was turning 18 soon, the day after Christmas, and I prayed to God that she would see that birthday somewhere on this planet and that she would see it free. Safe. Whole. Not raped. Not ruined. Not like me.

  I hoped with all my heart and soul that she was with Charlie and Betsy. In her final year of high school. A cheerleader. Dating some sweet jock who looked at her like she made the sun rise every day. Because even in my darkest days back in
Alaska and the even darker days in Kruna, Holly was such light, such purity, that I held onto the fact that the sun would want to rise, even if it was just for her.

  “I’ve got this, okay? I’ll find out what’s happened and when I know, I’ll tell you.”

  “Maybe that’s better,” I nodded.

  “If you decide you want to know where things are at, at any time, you just ask me, my baby, and I’ll tell you. You are in control. If that means you give that control to me, I’ll hang onto it because you want me to. If that means you want it back, you tell me. Okay?”

  I nodded.

  “Maybe she went to Uncle Charlie’s. She knew of the place. I talked about it all the time. They’d take her in and treat her like family. I left her a bit of emergency money and had a copy made of one of my credit cards for her when I left. It was a MasterCard. Can you check that out? Can you get them to pull my bills? Maybe we can find out if she used the card. But don’t tell me anything Dare, until we know. I can’t. I can’t…”

  “Shhh, I’ll take care of all of it. I’ll take care of you, too.” He pulled me closer.

  I felt so torn. Part of me wanted to slip into my new life as his wife and pretend nothing else existed. The horror was trying to sink in and part of me was so afraid that all had been for nothing and that Holly had been suffering as long as I had.

  I felt like I was on the verge of breaking and I didn’t want to break, I wanted to be strong, for him, for me, for Holly, so I decided to let my husband lead. I decided to trust him with this, knowing with every ounce of me that he would handle things well and handle me with care.

  It wouldn’t help me to torment myself right now. I’d been so fragile since we’d met. I couldn’t take this on. I had to trust him to find out what happened to my sister and I’d try really really hard to not lose it in the meantime. When the truth was revealed, we’d go from there. I couldn’t blatantly hope, because my brain would run through the details over and over and let logic tell me that the chances were far too slim.

  I also wouldn’t tell myself it was all lost because I knew; I was living proof, that sometimes hope came when you thought it was impossible.