59. Chapter 58
Chapter 58
Leon Aldon
After a mild argument and a delicious meal, I finally get Maeve to take a nap. I’ll support her if she wants to pick up Sean tonight, but she needs energy and rest in order to do that. Today has already been a rough day for her, and I know she’s worn out.
I cleaned her piercings and got her situated in one of my shirts before she situated herself on the couch and curled up under a blanket.
She claims she doesn’t like to nap in bed; it will throw off her sleep schedule.
I’m not sure how that makes sense, but it’s cute how particular she is about the most random things.
I love it.
I love every single thing about her, especially the things she's insecure about.
While Maeve naps, I sneak down to the basement and pack up a few things we're going to need tonight. I grab a knife, plenty of rope, a blindfold, duct tape, drugs, and a gun, just in case.
I need to take every precaution to keep Maeve safe, especially since Sean is unpredictable, and I haven't had the chance to study him.
My phone rings while I'm bagging up my things, making me even more thankful that the basement is soundproof. I need Maeve to rest until we're about to leave, and I'm sure my call would have woken her.
I answer as charmingly as possible when I see that it's the lab calling. Hopefully, they have her latest samples and can finally give me a clean bill of health for my girl.
I know I'm being overbearing, but her heat stroke scared me, and I won't take chances with my girl's health.
"Dr. Leon Aldon." I answer. I know who it is, but I feel the need to answer professionally whenever it's not a personal call. It's a habit I haven't been able to break unless a friend calls, not that I keep many of those.
I almost drop my fucking phone when my buddy from the lab tells me that Maeve's latest results came back that she is pregnant.
I can't believe this, this is amazing!
He tells me she's only a few weeks pregnant, and it was barely detectable, but I don't care. This is what I've wanted; this is what I've been waiting for since I found her.
With this news dropped on me like a bomb, there is no way she's coming with me tonight to pick up Sean. I won't risk her like that.
If she wants to kill him when I already have him strapped in and at least give him a mild paralytic, fine, but I will not let her get hurt.
Is it too late to put the collar back on?
Fuck, of course it is…
She'd never trust me again if I did that, and I already know I'm pushing my luck by giving her that necklace with a tracker in it.
But I can confidently say that I didn't do that because I didn't trust her; I did it because I don't trust anyone else.
She's too beautiful, too bright, and too kind. I can't be the only person to notice that, and I will not lose her to some twisted fuck who thinks they can steal what's mine.
I rush through my call and head back upstairs to Maeve so I can sit with her while she rests. I figure I'll wake her up before I leave, tell her the news, and help her get situated in bed before I go.
Maybe I should wait to tell her until I get home; that way, I can make love to her after I tell her the news.
No, I can't keep this from her. It's her body, she deserves to know, but fuck, I feel a deep sense of pride as I stare down at my girl.
She's slightly curled up on the couch under a small throw blanket, and I've moved her head to lie on my thigh instead of the couch pillow.
I never thought I'd deserve anything good.
I never thought I'd feel anything other than hate and this painful, overwhelming numbness that I feel for everyone but my girl.
But staring down at Maeve, knowing she's carrying my baby, fills me with so much love that I feel warm and fuzzy.
Have I ever felt this before?
Happiness, I mean.
I don't know if I've ever looked at another person and felt at home. I don't know if I've ever met someone that I wasn't sure I could live without, not before her.
Certainly not after her, not that there will be an after her.
There will only ever be Maeve and then death. When she goes, if she happens to go before me, she will drag me with her, and I will happily accept my fate because no existence is worth living without her.
I may have killed the man I should have been when I killed my mother, but I think he would've ended up in the same place that I'm in right now.
I think he'd be just as infatuated with my girl as me, watching her sleep on his thigh with his baby in her womb.
All she's missing is my last name, but that will come soon enough.
I find myself distracted as I admire my girl and how submissive she's become. She evolved from fighting me on everything, including food, to seeking me out for comfort.
It makes me feel silly to think back and remember that I almost didn't pursue her at all, thinking that my world was too dark for her, but even if she hasn't stepped into my darkness, she embraces it.
She welcomes my dark side and doesn't shy away from the real me.
I needed that. I needed a little toy who wouldn't run and hide under the bed whenever I needed a release. I needed her not to fear who I am and what I do, and fuck, I am so proud of her that she does.
My girl, my sweet, sweet girl who cried over a dog's broken nail doesn't bat an eye when I light a man on fire or superglue their mouth shut.
Fuck, I love her more and more every single moment that I am with her.
The moments that we’re apart, I yearn for her; I ache to be surrounded by her smell, her warmth, and her charm.
When Maeve stirs on my lap, I realize that I've let this nap go on for far too long and that I have to leave soon, so I slowly trace my knuckles down the side of her smooth, tan face. “Ma petite fleur, I only need you to wake up for a moment, okay?” I ask quietly.
My girl grumbles quietly and curls into herself more, resting her forehead against my stomach as she does so while an almost incoherent “no” comes out of her mouth.
I don't know how I feel about waking her from a dead sleep only to drop a bomb on her and then abandon her.
That's not exactly fair to her.
I've had time to digest this and be near her; meanwhile, I'd be basically flipping her entire world, breaking it off its axis, and abandoning her to feel it alone.
I think it would be best if I stayed home.
I can pick Sean up tomorrow. It's not like his routine is all that different from day to day.
Most nights, he closes the bar, so all I'd have to do is pick one and be at his apartment about an hour after the bar closes.
So, I carefully lift my girl into my arms and carry her into our bedroom. I love that she wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck while I walk us to bed.
I think I'm addicted to the trust she has in me, something I never thought I'd earn.
When I lay her down on the bed, I quickly strip down to my boxers and crawl in behind her, but she groans, rubbing her eyes with her hands for a moment before turning in bed to face me. "Go back to bed, ma fleur." I say quietly as I press my lips to her forehead.
She yawns and looks up at me with an adorable sleepy face, grumbling, "Sean."
I love her adorable, sleepy voice and how cuddly and needy she is when she's tired.
I don't even know if she realizes she does it, but if she's tired or isn't feeling well, it's like she can't get close enough.
I wrap my arms around her, settling a hand on her lower back to keep her close to me. "Not tonight. Let's just get some sleep; we've both had a long day." I say quietly.
I kiss her forehead a few more times, hoping she'll settle into me and go back to sleep. She's had a long day, and I'm sure her nap wasn't nearly enough. It's only been a few hours since she laid down.
I can wait to tell her that she's pregnant and that we already have to take her piercings out; that can be a discussion for the morning.
Technically, I know I could leave them in, but I'd rather her body not have to go through the healing process while pregnant. I'd rather not risk her or the baby with an infection while her body is already in overdrive trying to create life.
Maeve sits up on her elbow, staring at me defiantly while I hold onto her. "But we can't leave Abby there." She says quietly.
My Maeve and her beautiful soul.
I graze my knuckles across her cheek while smiling down at her. "We will get her out, ma fleur, but not tonight; you need the rest. We'll talk in the morning." I promise her, but all I seem to do is worry her.
She stares up at me with a panicked expression across her face. "What happened while I was asleep? Is Abby okay?" She asks.
I nod, pulling her into my chest further. "Abby is fine. The lab called while you were asleep to talk to me about your latest blood test." I tell her.
I'm worried that if I don't tell her what's going on, I'm going to scare her, and she won't be able to sleep, but it seems like I scared her anyway; her eyes open wide, and a sad look crosses her gorgeous face. "Am I okay?" She asks me sadly.
I graze my knuckles down her cheek lightly, holding onto the back of her neck after I made my way down her throat. "Yes, ma fleur. You're okay. You have nothing to worry about." I say.
I don't know how else to tell her. I don't even know how she's going to react, but I have a feeling she won't be as excited as I am.
She looks up at me, both scared and confused. "Then what's going on?" She asks.
I stroke my thumb across the warm, smooth skin of her cheek for a moment while I think about how I'm supposed to drop this on her.
I'm not supposed to have to tell her this; she's supposed to tell me this kind of thing.
"You're pregnant. I can't risk something happening to you when I pick Sean up. So I need you to stay home." I explain.
I wasn't sure how this was going to go, but I definitely didn't expect her eyes to gloss over with tears and her gaze to settle on absolutely nothing. She's staring at the wall behind me as if she can see right through it, and her expression is unreadable.
She looks lost.
“Tell me how you’re feeling.” I insist when she doesn’t say anything, and her gaze never finds me.
Her eyes stay fixated on nothing, hollow and lost, and it worries me that she's either going to blow up on me or crack.
Have I broken her?
I've tackled her, tattooed her, pierced her, and kidnapped her, but is this what breaks her?
“Talk to me, ma fleur.” I beg after several minutes of silence.
I rub my hand up her spine, trying to get her head back in the present and back with me.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my girl looks up and into my eyes. The look on her face shows me how broken she must feel. “I’m too young for this.” She says sadly.
I pull her into my chest, hugging her while she finally lets out how she’s feeling by crying into my bare chest.
I don’t mind that she’s a little upset; I understand. It’s not like I’d given her a choice about all this. I know that for me, I’ve been looking forward to this since I fucking met her, but Maeve? She’s been looking forward to affording groceries; she’s been looking forward to being able to buy herself a car after graduation and being able to put money into savings.
She hasn’t been thinking about a family and a wedding; she’s been thinking about surviving college.
“I’m never going to have the chance to finish school now; I’m always going to be a loser; you've ruined me.” She says quietly into my chest.
I shush Maeve, kissing the top of her head while I hug her. “You were never a loser, ma fleur. You will finish school, I promise. You will still get everything you've ever dreamed of; it will just look a little different. I promise you, ma fleur, you will love this life.” I say confidently.
She doesn't respond to anything I'm saying, but I don't expect her to, not immediately, at least.
That's fine; I'm willing to wait. If she wants to scream at me or slap me tomorrow when the weight of our situation hits her, that's fine.
I'll be her punching bag.
I'll become anything she needs.
“Sean…” She says quietly after a while. I don’t know what she’s feeling about me right now or about this baby, but we can deal with that tomorrow. Tonight, I can just be here for her and with her.
“I will pick him up tomorrow; it’s not a big deal.” I promise, but my girl huffs and picks her head up from my chest. “No. You promised we’d go get him so we can get Abby out.” She says more confidently.
I slide my hand into her braid, holding onto the back of her head so she can’t look away from me. I need her to hear me and to understand. “I will pick him up tomorrow. You can still kill him once I have him sedated, but I will not put you in any danger.” I say sternly to her.
The glare that Maeve gives me is enough to melt my fucking face off.
She hasn’t looked at me like this in a long time, and it breaks my heart that she’s upset with me. “No. You promised. I’m going with you to pick him up; I'm pregnant, not incompetent.” She says sternly.
Fuck, I have to tell my cock to go the fuck back to sleep.
Now is not the time to get a fucking boner, but my girl sticking up for herself just turns me on so much, and she knows it.
Maeve feels me harden against her, using that to her advantage. “We still have time, big guy.” She says.
She starts to kiss down my neck, and honestly, all rational thought goes out the fucking window.
I already know I'm being manipulated, but who fucking cares?
I would argue, demanding she go to sleep and listen to me, but then her hand wraps around my cock, and I can't think of a single argument as to why she shouldn't be touching me right now.
She lays me on my back and starts kissing down the scarred “Y” into my chest. I hate that fucking scar, but when she drags her tongue down the scarred tissue, my cock jumps to attention, and I forget that it's a reminder of the worst times of my life.
She makes her way down my chest until she reaches the waistband of my boxers. She stares up at me with an amazingly sexy look on her face before pulling my boxers down to expose my cock to her.
Fuck, I need her.
No, think, Leon.
She needs sleep; she needs to behave.
Just don't get hard, yeah… easier said than done.
How many amendments are in the Constitution?
Is it 27?
I wonder what 28 will be…
Fuck, this isn't working!
I feel my girl drag her tongue down my stomach, tracing the thick scar and clouding my mind even more until she makes her way to my boxers and tugs them off before my brain can think of a single reason that she shouldn't.
I think my brain strokes out when she licks a path up my cock. Her tongue drags from my balls all the way to the head, and her tongue even licks up the bead of precum at the tip, and I groan in bliss. “Fuck, ma fleur. Don’t distract me.” I say in a groan to her.
I think I’d scream if she stopped, but I also need her to stop.
She grins up at me, keeping full eye contact while she slips the head of my cock in her mouth. I see fucking stars when she sucks on the head, her tongue flicking across the tip to collect the precum that leaks out.
She keeps her eyes locked onto mine while she lowers her mouth on my cock, swallowing as much as she possibly can. She even makes herself gag at the length. “Breathe through your nose.” I instruct.
I shouldn’t be indulging in this; I’m trying to get her to listen to me about Sean, not about sucking my cock, but fuck, her mouth feels so good.
I sit back and admire my girl, wiggling her perky ass in the air while she sucks my cock. Her tongue drags across the underside while she bobs her head and tries to take as much of me as she can.
I’m not surprised that she can’t take all of me, fuck I can barely fuck her with all of me, but god damn, I am obsessed with the look of her right now.
She has saliva dripping down her chin, soaking my balls, a heated look in her eye, and of course, my cock in her mouth. “One of these days, I’d like to see a piercing right there.” She teases, licking the head of my cock with a grin on her face.
I groan, flopping my head down on the pillow and closing my eyes. “Don’t test me, ma fleur. I’ll fucking do it.” I say. “I’ll make you sit on my face while they pierce me, too.” I add in.
I have to stop talking when she sucks me into her mouth again, and I feel the head of my cock at the back of her throat. “You're doing so well. Just take what you can. Jerk the rest in your hand.” I say.
I watch with a heated gaze while she continues. She has me twitching in her mouth every time she lightly grazes her teeth down my cock or flicks her tongue at the head. “Get on all fours; I need you.” I demand.
I need to fuck her. I need to cum in that gorgeous cunt of hers.
My girl shakes her head and stares up at me in defiance. I want to tell her that she isn’t in charge here, that she’s to do as she’s told, but fuck, the idea of my girl swallowing my cum has me already ready to bust.
“Fine. This is what’s going to happen: you’re going to swallow every drop, and then we’re going to pick up Sean. Tomorrow, however, you’re my pet for the day. No arguments.” I say sternly to her.
I don’t miss the way her eyes dilate, and she wiggles her ass in the air at my words.
I’m so fucking done for.
I put my hand in Maeve’s hair, guiding her further on my cock with each move until she gags; I’m not going to force more out of her, not until I cum down her throat, but I feel it. I feel so fucking close that I’m having to curl my toes to keep myself together.
I even start reciting the fucking Pledge of Allegiance to try and distract myself.
That doesn't fucking work.
“Take a breath, ma fleur.” I tell her, yanking her hair until she’s off my cock for a moment.
She sucks in air like she’s starved for it, nodding at me that she’s ready.
Maeve is so beautiful like this. My girl, my slut, dripping saliva down her chin onto her chest with her ass in the air while begging me to let her swallow my cum.
I love it.
This is heaven.
I shove her head back down onto my cock, keeping my thrusts shallow until I’m ready to bust.
Only when I’m about to fucking lose it do I force her head down until I feel her fight in my hold and dig her nails into my thighs. I hiss at the pain, but it only spurs me on. I cum down her throat, feeling her throat attempt to swallow around me, but I’m too far in. I’m blocking her throat from fully swallowing, and I have to admit, I love watching her struggle for air.
I fill her throat and her mouth with my cum, pulling some of my cock out when I’m done. “Swallow.” I say firmly to her.
I watch my girl stare up at me, a little panicked, her cheeks full from keeping my cum in her mouth. “You lose a single drop, and I’m going to fuck your ass tomorrow. I'll get the duct tape out again, too. I may not be able to pierce or brand you right now, but I can still make you bleed.” I mention with a grin.
I ease up on her hair, taking my hands off of her so she can take her time pulling my cock out of her mouth.
My girl sits up and stares at me as she swallows, opening her mouth to show me that she’d done so afterward, but a single drop drips out of the corner of her mouth. I see her swipe it off her chin with her finger and grin at me.
I’m ready to see my girl lick her finger clean in front of me, but she doesn’t.
She traces her fingers up my chest until she can reach my face and swipes the last drop of cum onto my lip.
I lick the cum off my lip and grin up at her while I do so, but she shrugs innocently.
“Oh, petite fleur, you're going to pay for that.” I tease.