Chapter Twenty-Three
Maddy
I have never in my life been as angry at two people as I am Steel and Blaze. Knox was rescued two days ago and he’s going to be fine. He’s already back home but he’s not the same person he was. I don’t think he ever will be. Me and Bitsy watched as he threw every single one of his stuffies in the trash last night.
I know that the twins aren’t directly responsible for what Knox went through. But, when it comes down to it, they are the reason it happened. If they hadn’t been such assholes and had let Knox into their club, he wouldn’t have gone out searching for one to belong to and wouldn’t have met that bad man.
“He threw away all of his stuffies,” Bitsy tells the room.
We’re currently sitting at the clubhouse updating everyone on Knox. He won’t leave his apartment, and it has us all worried.
“Why would he do that?” Steel asks.
“Maybe it has something to do with not feeling safe to be Little,” I glare. “Maybe he doesn’t even want to try anymore because the two dumb fucks who were supposed to make him feel safe decided it was best to seclude him from Littles like him.”
“Easy wildcat,” King whispers in my ear.
“We didn’t seclude him from anything,” Steel growls. “Keep your damn opinions to yourself. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Watch it, brother,” King growls. “I will die for you, but I will fucking kill you for hurting her.”
“King,” I gasp. “Don’t threaten to kill your brother.”
“No, he’s right,” Steel says. “I’m sorry, Maddy. I’m just pissed because I know you’re right.”
“He’ll be fine,” Ghost says. “He just needs time to process what’s happened. When the time is right, he’ll be able to move forward. Knox is strong. He’s had to be. He won’t have to fight through this alone.”
We spend the next hour at the clubhouse before everyone decides to head home.
“There’s nothing you can do to help him tonight, baby,” King says. “Let’s go home and we’ll go back over in the morning.”
King hasn’t spent a night away from me since everything went down. We’ve been sleeping at my apartment, but I don’t know how to tell him that I just don’t feel comfortable there anymore and want to go stay at his house. I’m not even sure if he has a home or if he sleeps at the clubhouse.
Maybe we could just stay with my parents for a few days. I just need to get a good night’s sleep. I’m exhausted which is probably why I blew up at Steel. That’s not normally how I handle my anger.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” King asks as we walk out to his bike.
“You’ll either think I’m clingy or weird if I tell you,” I admit shyly.
“I wouldn’t mind if you were clingy,” he smiles down at me. “And you can’t possibly be any weirder than I am.”
“Is that because you like the sound of your enemies in pain?” I smirk. “Or that bathing in their blood is your normal skincare routine?”
King’s eyes widen before he shakes his head.
“My brothers need to keep their stories to themselves,” he grumbles straddling his bike.
“Yeah, they are a chatty bunch,” I smile, sliding on behind him. “You do know that getting back here with my big butt and belly and these short legs is a workout, right?”
“Let’s get you home so I can give you the workout we both need,” he says. Before I can process, let alone respond to what he’s just said, he starts his bike and takes off. The sudden movement causes my brain to start working and I wrap my arms around King’s waist. When I feel him laughing, I do the only thing that makes sense. I lean up and bite his shoulder.
That causes him to stop laughing but I can feel the low growl in his chest.
Animal.
***King***
I keep reminding myself that Madaline is a virgin. However, what I want to do with her is far from what her innocence can take.
“Uhm, where are we?” she asks when I turn off my bike.
Hiding my smile doesn’t come easy with her.
“Home,” I answer. “Hand me your helmet and I’ll hang it up.”
We’re inside of my parking garage but I know she got a nice view of her new home. My poor woman hasn’t been sleeping well at night and I’ve noticed that she never fully relaxes inside of her apartment.
“The garage we just entered belonged to a very large house,” she tells me, handing me her helmet. “Not the home of a bachelor.”
“It’s not nearly as large as your parent’s home, baby,” I remind her. “And I’m not, nor have I ever lived, as a bachelor. I have a family home. One that is used most of the time when the club has cookouts. One that I hope to fill with children of my own, one day.”
“With me?” she squeaks.
“No one else I’d rather have to carry my babies, Madaline,” I tell her. “Now, come on. I want to show you your new home.”
“My new what?”
“Home, baby. Your new home.”
“I have an apartment,” she reminds me.
“Of which you can’t seem to relax in,” I tell her gently. “Besides, I’ve always planned on moving you in here. I already have your office emptied out and ready to redecorate. I just need you to choose the furniture you want.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby. Now, let’s go inside and eat dinner.”
“Babies, new home, office furniture, dinner. Did I just get married?”
“Not yet, Madaline. But that will be happening far sooner than you’re ready for.”
She’s silent as we make our way through the garage entrance and straight into the pantry.
“I’ll show you how to activate and deactivate the security system tomorrow,” I explain as I reactivate the system. “Just know that you’re safe inside these walls.”
“What about outside?” she asks. “Is your kink chamber nearby.”
Sighing, I remind myself to kick some asses later.
“No baby,” I say, tickling her sides. “My kink chamber is nowhere near our home. It won’t ever touch you.”
Laughing, she pulls away and walks confidently out of the pantry. Seeing her in our home settles something in my soul. I had already made the decision months ago to no longer take any more cases, but getting this glimpse into my future simply solidifies it.
I’m done. We don’t need the money. I’ve made enough to last us many lifetimes. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving this woman and any children she gives me and keeping my entire family safe.
Madaline walks over to the couch and settles down with a long sigh.
“Finally,” she says after a few long moments. “This is it. This is what I’ve been searching for.”
“And what is it that you’ve been searching for, baby?” I ask from the kitchen.
The living area and kitchen are an open concept space, and I can’t help but picture her heavy with my child as she wobbles about from room to room.
“Peace,” she whispers. “I can close my eyes and feel at peace. Almost like this is the home I’ve been searching for my entire life. Except it’s not the building itself. I felt this way at the clubhouse and on your bike as I leaned against your back. Wherever you are is where I feel like I belong. My one true home.”
Fuck.
I walk over and yank Madaline onto her feet.
“Where are we going now?” she asks as I practically drag her from the room to the staircase.
“To bed,” I growl.
“It’s six in the evening,” she laughs. “I’m not ready for bed. Besides, I want to see the house. What happened to my tour?”
“We’ll tour later.”
Madaline laughs as she follows me up the stairs. But it’s a nervous laugh and that’s okay.
“This is the most male bedroom I’ve ever seen,” she says.
Stepping into the room with Madaline, I try to see it through her eyes. The black four-poster bed dominates the room while its silk blankets exude luxury. Dark wooden furniture adds to the masculinity, complementing the bed perfectly. A plush rug offers warmth against the cool silk, while charcoal walls provide a dramatic backdrop. It's a space that speaks of strength and confidence.
It’s me wrapped up in a nice silky bow.
“We can change anything you want,” I tell her honestly. “There isn’t a single thing in this room that I would be upset to lose. Apart from you.”
“So cheesy,” she giggles. “I like this room. It feels dark and comforting. A bit like you.”
“You find me dark and comforting?” I tease, enjoying the uncertainty in her eyes as she takes a few steps back.
“With a huge ego,” she adds turning and making her way to the bed. “You do realize that I’m going to need a ladder to climb onto this bed, right?”
“I can just toss you on it, baby,” I tease. “No need for ladders or stepstools.”
“From the three seconds I was able to look around your kitchen, stepstools are one hundred percent a requirement.”
I’ve already taken care of her short needs and have stools placed in every room. But she doesn’t need to know that right now.
“Baby,” I smile. “I’m going to put you on the bed.”
“You are?” she asks breathlessly.
“I am,” I answer. “Then I’m going taste that pussy that has been the focus of my cock’s attention since the day I met you.”
“My… you’re…huh?”
“Yeah, baby,” I chuckle. “Then I’m going to fuck you until all of that uncertainty and doubt leaves your head.”
“Virgin,” she mutters.
“Not for very much longer, Madaline.”
I don’t even bother hiding my laughter once she’s backed completely against the bed. It reaches her chest.
“My beautiful, short woman,” I laugh.
I lean down, grip her around the hips, and hoist her onto the bed.
“See,” she laughs as she lands. “Shorter bed.”
“Nah, I rather like tossing you around.”
Before she has a chance to think about it, I have her leggings yanked down and tossed to the floor.
“King,” she gasps trying to toss the blanket over her lap.
“Nope,” I say, shoving it away. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I love you and I love your body. Please, trust me that I know what I want.”
It takes her several long moments before she courageously relaxes back.
“Spread those legs as wide as you can, Madaline,” I order.
Again, I wait patiently for her to work through her nerves.
“Good girl,” I say as she spreads her legs slightly. “I won’t fit between that small crack, baby. Much wider, please.”
With a sigh, she spreads her delicious-looking legs as wide as she can. When her thigh’s part I nearly groan at the sight of her cotton-covered pussy.
I’ve thought about this for a long time, now. I don’t want to overwhelm her and ask her to be completely naked in front of me our first time together. Clothing means comfort and I’ve taken the only item away that I intend to. Instead, I lean forward, kissing her thighs as I go, and slide her pink panties to one side.
“Oh my,” she says before I have a chance to do anything.
Chuckling, I lean in and get my very first taste.
Heaven. Absolute bliss. Nothing will ever taste as good as my woman’s pussy. Using one hand, I spread her lips wide while I use the other hand to hold her right leg in place.
So much skin. So much softness.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“So perfect,” I mumble against her pussy. “So soft.”
I spend several minutes slowly tasting my woman, soaking in her every small mewl. I could sit here for hours and one day, I will.
But not today.
Picking up speed, I flick her clit until her body tenses.
“King,” she moans.
Releasing her leg, I slide one finger inside of her, then two.
“Too much,” she says as her body tenses. “Can’t take it.”
I add a third finger and her legs close, effectively pinning my head right where I want it to be. Her scream causes my cock to jerk against my jeans.
“Wow,” she says as she comes down from her orgasm. “That was amazing.”
“We’re not done, baby,” I say.
“What? I can’t do that again. What about you?”
“We’ll get to me,” I say, placing small kisses wherever my mouth can reach. “But, in order to do that, I need you as wet and as relaxed as possible.”
“I’m already rela…woah.”
Shoving all three fingers back inside Madaline’s tightness, I go back to teasing her clit. I need her to come at least two more times before I will even let my cock near her pussy.
Ten minutes later my beautiful Madaline is motionless on the bed, her breathing coming fast and her juices all over my face.
Now, she’s ready.
Leaning up, I pull her shirt down enough to free her tits. Taking my time, I give each girl the attention they deserve, noting how sensitive they seem to be.
“One day, I’m going to make you come using only your tits,” I tell my wonton woman.
Her grunt is the only answer I get, and I can’t help but puff my chest out with pride.
I’m a fucking teenager.
I release my cock and raise Madaline’s legs to rest on my shoulders. I look down at her and try to figure out what she needs. Her hips have to raise slightly to even reach my cock, so I grab two pillows, lift her hips and place them both underneath.
There, that’s better.
“King,” she moans as I slide my cock up and down her slick skin.
I’ve purposefully hidden my cock from her because I don’t want fear to ruin this moment. I know she’s seen me naked once before and she knows how large I am, but I don’t want that on her mind.
“This is going to hurt, my sweet baby,” I tell her. “But I promise to be as gentle as I can.”
“Mmm,” she says, still not completely with me. Knowing this is the best time to break past her virgin barrier, I push until the head of my cock is inside of her.
Her moans of pleasure guide me as I take my time sliding inside of her, inch by inch. It takes way too fucking long for my sanity, but I will make this good for her if it kills me.
And it just might.
“There it is,” I whisper. “The last thing keeping you from being fully mine. You ready, Madaline?”
“More than ready,” she says, her eyes closed.
“Look at me,” I demand. “I want you to watch the pleasure you’re giving me, baby.”
I wait for her eyes to open before pushing my way past her virginity. Her eyes fill with pain and the fear I expected to feel about it doesn’t come. Instead, I can’t wait to see her virgin blood on my dick.
I’m one sick fuck.
“My pain,” I growl. “That’s for me, baby.”
Knowing how wide her pussy has had to open for me, I don’t dare try and shove myself all the way inside of her tonight. Sliding out, I gently shove myself back in, just a bit deeper. I do this again and again until I decide I’ve gone far enough.
Still a ways to go but we have years to accomplish that goal.
With a single nod in her direction, I let loose.
Time ceases to exist as I make love to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.
My beautiful Madaline. My sweet, sweet baby.
I can’t wait to watch this woman ride me. Maybe tomorrow if she isn’t too sore.
I get lost as every sensation becomes Madaline. The feeling of her pussy tightening around my cock. The smell of our passion enveloping every inch of this room. The visual of her soft face leaned back in ecstasy as her bountiful tits jerk with my every thrust.
Then she opens her eyes and I’m done. Without warning, I explode inside of her. Quickly reaching down, I flick her clit with my out-of-control thrusts. Only when she squeezes my cock and screams her own release do I shove myself in her as deep as I dare and let my cock finish claiming what belongs to me.
“I think I’m dead,” Madaline sighs moments later. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
“I’m okay with you spending the rest of your life in our bed,” I say. “Kiss me, baby.”
“But you’re covered in my…you know.”
“Kiss me,” I demand again.
I lean down and wait. I want her to come to me. Call me a bastard, but it is what it is.
With a smile, she leans up and places a small peck on my lips before laying her head back down.
Cute.
Slamming my lips against hers, I push my tongue inside and let her taste her own pleasure. Only when I’m confident that her taste is all over her mouth do I pull back.
“Do you see how fucking good you taste, baby?” I ask kissing the side of her mouth. “Your pleasure is the most delicious flavor I’ve ever tasted. Now, I’ve made you all dirty and I need to clean you up. Come shower with me?”
I watch the emotion flood her face. Showering would mean she would be completely naked to my very excited eyes.
“I’ve seen you practically naked once before, Madaline. You’re beautiful, baby,” I whisper, rubbing my hands up and down her sides. “So fucking beautiful. Come shower with me so I can rub my hands all over your slick body.”
My cock twitches at the thought but I ignore it. My baby will be sore for a while.
“Alright,” she says shyly. “I’ll come shower with you.”
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing her softly. “Let’s go, Madaline. I can’t wait to see you all soapy.”
With a laugh, she sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to break my legs,” she sighs, looking down.
Now my mind is picturing her falling from this bed in her sleep. She could easily hit her head with enough force to cause a concussion. We got lucky with the first one not causing any neurological problems.
We’re getting a shorter bed. Hell, a mattress on the floor would work just fine.
I stand close enough that Madaline rubs against my body as she slides from the bed.
“Well, that could be something to look forward to every time I get out of bed,” she laughs. “Come on big guy, let’s go sho… Holy hell, is that your dick or another leg? It looks bigger than the first time I saw it. Do you take steroids? Did you get it surgically enhanced?”
Laughing, I kiss her roughly before walking to the bathroom attached to our room.
“Come on you cheeky woman,” I call out.
Life is going to be fucking amazing with this woman.