Chapter 13
Thirteen
Aaric
My wife is an angel. I love her to pieces. She’s so much stronger than she thinks. She’s a goddess. It’s been five days, and she’s doing so well. She rests when I tell her to and eats and drinks every time I put food or water in front of her.
I’ve only let her get out of bed to use the bathroom so far, and I help her. I still don’t like the stool. It’s too small. I’m having my brothers make a bigger one that will have two steps and extend the length of the bed, so we don’t run the risk of her missing the step and falling.
The best thing about having five brothers is that they all have me covered, keeping the family business ventures going. Normally, Adam and I work closely. He has taken care of everything that would involve me and hasn’t even brought a single detail to my attention.
Adam and Rebekah come over several times a day. I love how close the sisters are. I suspect they’re closer now than they’ve been since they were children. They’re bonding.
I couldn’t have predicted I would be such a hands-on dad when I had a kid, but it comes naturally to me.
I want to take care of everything, so Hannah doesn’t have to worry.
She needs to focus on resting, eating, and getting her strength back, not just from giving birth but from four days of walking before that.
Not to mention the two years of working her butt off to take care of an old man who worked her to the bone.
I’m a pro at changing Eve. I feed her a few bottles a day, bathe her, dress her, and return her to her mama.
We have an unspoken agreement that I take care of my wife’s breasts. She’s never argued with me. I think she likes knowing she doesn’t have to make decisions or worry about having so much milk that the pressure makes her wince.
Every time she finishes nursing, I settle Eve in the bassinet and pump Hannah’s full breasts before rubbing ointment on them and tucking them into her bra.
I know they aren’t particularly sexual right now.
They ache, and they’re a source of food, but I swear Hannah enjoys me milking her.
Her breath hitches when I rub them, and the tips harden further.
She’s gotten used to me caring for her in every way. She even lets me help her into the bathroom and onto the toilet. She says nothing and no longer blushes when I change her pad and put clean underwear on her.
I often carry her in my arms to and from the bathroom. Yesterday, I lowered her into the bath and washed her while she leaned back and relaxed in the warm water.
There is nothing better in the world than caring for my girls. Heaven looked down on me and sent me the universe a week ago, and I’m beyond grateful.
Adam and Rebekah are at the door, and I let them in when they knock softly. I knew they were coming over.
Rebekah waves at me and skips past me to get to the bedroom, leaving me chuckling. “She’s still a firecracker,” I tell my brother.
“That she is.” He follows me over to the kitchen and points at the pot of coffee. “Can I have some of that, or do you need it all?” he teases.
“I’ll share.” I pour him a mug. It’s true, I’ve been drinking a lot of coffee. I’m not getting a lot of sleep, either. I get less than Hannah.
We sit at the kitchen table, and I glance toward the open bedroom door before speaking. My voice low, I ask, “Any word about Presley Vanguard?”
“Adrian has a guy checking on him. Vanguard hasn’t left his house since we located him. Adrian’s guy put a pressure-sensitive strip on the road just down from Vanguard’s house, which will alert Adrian if anyone drives over it.”
“Good. Hopefully, he’ll cut his losses and stay there.”
“Don’t bet on it. He lost his slave.”
I wince. Adam is right. “I wonder if at some point he will care about his grandchild.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that, either,” Adam responds, repeating my words.
“He’s a curmudgeon. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
I know this because I’ve done some snooping around in town.
The only reason the man has come down the mountain in years is to get supplies.
I don’t think anyone even knew he was keeping Hannah as a slave on his homestead. ”
“Where’d he get the money to buy her and pay for supplies? Doesn’t sound like he works.”
Adam nods. “His wife had a life-insurance policy. It was something she took out before the two of them were even married. Apparently, it was substantial.”
“Bizarre.” What sort of person living in the mountains has a large life-insurance policy? One that would keep their spouse afloat for years after their death. I don’t like it.
“He also got some money when his son died.”
Hopefully, the old fool doesn’t know how to cook and dies of starvation. He deserves it for buying a human and not even caring enough that his own son assaulted her. What a dick.
“How’s Hannah?”
I sit taller, shaking off my negativity. It’s easy at the mention of my wife. “She’s amazing.”
“Rebekah says you do damn near everything for her.” He smirks.
I shrug. “Yep. And I enjoy it.”
“You do realize that means I’m going to have to do all this shit for Rebekah when she gives birth. She’s going to expect it,” he jokes.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t give me that shit. You already dote on that woman like she hangs the moon.”
“That’s because she does. How do you think that big orb gets up in the sky every night? My wife hangs it there.”
“Haha. Well, I’m certain when she gives birth, you’ll move heaven and earth to make her comfortable. Trust me when I say it’s instinctive. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Adam glances at the fridge. “Is it true that you have a stash of breast milk in there because you pump her after she nurses?”
“Yep.”
Adam grins. “Good. Maybe Rebekah will think it’s perfectly normal for her husband to milk her when the time comes.” He slaps me on the back. “Thanks for setting the standard.” He’s serious.
“You’re welcome.”
Rebekah comes into the main room, carrying Eve in her arms. She’s beaming. It’s the look anyone has when they hold the little cherub. I swear this baby rarely cries. She’s the happiest tiny human alive. I won’t jinx that by voicing it out loud, though.
“Hannah needs you,” Rebekah says. “Adam and I will watch Eve while you tend to my sister.”
I rise and glance at my adorable daughter on the way by. She’s mine in every way. My name is on her birth certificate. I couldn’t love her more if I’d been the one to get Hannah pregnant. And I will love her until the day I die.
When I enter our bedroom, I close the door. “Did she nurse okay, honey?”
“Yeah, but I swear my boobs are getting bigger and fuller. They ache.”
I grab the pump.
Hannah is already lowering the front of her nursing bra. She holds her arms out of the way so I can hook her up. Fuck, I love her. She has no idea how much it means to me that she lets me milk her.
I know she’s not feeling particularly sexy after giving birth, but I also know it turns her on when I adjust her breasts. She stares at me while her milk fills the bottles. Her eyes are big and lustful.
Hannah sighs in relief as the pressure eases. “Do all husbands take care of their wives’ breasts?” she asks softly.
“I doubt it.”
She stares at her amazing tits for a few seconds and then looks at me. “Why do you ?”
So far, it’s been something we do without specifically discussing it.
I stroke her cheek. “Because I like caring for you. It pleases me to be involved in every aspect of this. I’m grateful you let me be so hands-on…
Plus, your breasts are fucking sexy, and this way I get to handle them several times a day under the guise of necessity,” I tease. Half tease.
She smirks. “You love touching them.”
“Yep.”
“You love looking at them when they’re full and milking me like I’m a cow.”
“A sexy human cow,” I correct.
She glances at my crotch. “It turns you on.”
“Totally.” My cock is so hard right now it’s threatening a revolt.
After a few seconds, she asks, “Do you think about sucking the milk from them yourself?” Her cheeks are bright pink.
I cock my head to the side and smile. “All the time.” It would appear my wife has a kinky side.
“I think about it, too,” she admits, barely above a whisper.
My brows shoot up. I didn’t imagine having this conversation ever . I wouldn’t have voiced my kinky primal thoughts out loud, but my wife has done so for me. I gently stroke her cheek again. “Is that something you’d like to try, honey? Do you want my mouth on your tits?”
She nods, her face heating further as she bites her lip.
I kiss her, causing her lip to pop free so she can return the affection. I kiss her often because I like the intimacy. I want her to get used to me frequently bringing my lips to hers when I enter a room, when I leave a room, or even just because I’m in the room.
When I release her, she’s breathing heavily.
“I’ll suckle from your breasts someday, sunshine, but not for a few weeks. It’s too erotic. We’d get carried away, and that’s not a good idea until you’re at least six weeks postpartum.”
She gasps. “Six weeks?”
I chuckle. “Did you not hear what Charlene said? Six weeks minimum , honey. Your body needs to heal fully before we start having sex of any kind.”
She pushes out her bottom lip in a cute little pout before wincing as she glances down at her breasts. “I think they’re empty.”
Sure enough, no more milk is squirting into the bottles with each suction. Normally, I would turn the pump off and remove the cups, but I don’t this time. I sit next to my wife’s hip and clasp one of her hands. “Does it hurt when the pump tugs on your nipples after they’re drained?”
She looks at me and swallows. “A little.”
“Can you tolerate it for a few minutes?”
Her pulse picks up. “I think so.”
I never want to do anything to cause my wife pain, but the slight discomfort is making her squirm.
I’ve been wondering for a few days how she might react to a bit of sexual dominance.
She’s so compliant about letting me manage the pump and has even become eager.
It’s obvious she looks forward to passing Eve over to me, knowing that as soon as the baby finishes feeding, I will take over and control her output.
We didn’t discuss this. I didn’t plan it.
It just happened. Before she gave birth, Hannah was about as modest as a woman could be.
The delivery changed her. She had no choice but to open herself up to the vulnerability of letting me between her legs to catch the baby and then help her deliver the placenta.
It humbled her. It caused her to see life through a new lens.
She’s still modest in front of Adam and the rest of my brothers when they come by, but she doesn’t try to cover her body in front of Rebekah or me anymore.
She’s so beautiful. Every inch of her. And even more so when she looks at me with those huge blue eyes and lets me care for her.
Milking her is the ultimate way to care for my wife. She could have pushed me away that first time. She could have balked at the idea of being pumped at all. She could have insisted on handling it herself and ordered me to leave the room.
But she didn’t. She submitted to me on this issue and continues to do so.
It’s creating a deep, strong bond between us.
I don’t know if she recognizes her sexual submission, but I certainly do.
She likes it when I handle her breasts and rub ointment into her nipples.
She even arches for me, her breath hitching.
We’ve normalized this process. It’s something we do several times a day. It’s kinky as fuck and makes my cock harder than hell. It will be a long time before we’re able to consummate our marriage. I won’t even risk rubbing her to orgasm this soon. We’ll wait. Our patience will pay off.
When it comes to other aspects of Hannah’s life, she’s gotten bolder.
I’ve been guiding her to speak her mind, ask for what she wants, and tell me no.
It’s difficult. She’s not used to being allowed to have an opinion.
It’s been years since anyone asked her what she wanted to eat for breakfast, or which book she’d like to read, or when she’d like to have a bath.
Simple things for most people. Huge for Hannah.
But when it comes to her breasts, my wife visibly switches modes to a submissive mindset. Her face softens. She looks up to me. She holds her hands out of the way. She lets me maneuver her body where I want it.
I’m pushing her further than at any previous time. It’s been two minutes since her breasts ran dry. I’ve been stroking her sensitive skin along the edge of the funnel. When she reaches for the cup trapping her teat, I gently wrap my fingers around her wrist and bring her hand to her side.
Without either of us saying a word, she obeys me. Her breathing increases, and she arches her chest subtly. She’s titillated.
Finally, I turn the pump off and remove the suction cups. I bend and kiss both nipples reverently before grabbing the ointment.
Hannah whimpers. Her nipples are red and swollen.
“Keep your hands by your sides, honey,” I encourage, testing her.
She obeys, moaning softly and squeezing her legs together.
Yes. She likes my dominance in the bedroom. She craves it. Milking her has nothing to do with needing to store up a supply. It’s a kinky thing we do because we both enjoy the way it makes us feel.
“Adding a few minutes to the suction after your breasts are drained will cause your body to make more milk, honey.”
We don’t need more milk. She knows that. But she nods, biting her bottom lip.
After tucking her into the nursing bra, I lean over and rub my nose against hers. I’m going to challenge her further. “Who takes care of your breasts, sunshine?”
“You do.”
“That’s right. When you’re fully healed, I’ll start taking care of your pussy, too.”
She whimpers again, squirming. “Six weeks is a long time.”
I smile. “It will fly by.” I lean back. “I’d better go check on your sister. She might decide to run off with our daughter. I think she’s smitten.”
Hannah giggles. “She is such a perfect baby.” She grabs my hand. “Thank you for…everything.”
I bend over and kiss her again. “No thanks needed. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”