by KD Robichaux
“Yes, my love.” She does as told, and for the next few hours, I hear those steady breaths and feel that strong heartbeat against my side where she is curled into me.
I love you, Lizith, and soon you will be tied to me.
Chapter 18
Lizith
It’s been two weeks since the accident with the woman I will never speak of again. It’s tragic the way she went, but her death is on her own hands, and I have to learn to accept that. I blamed myself for a few days, but Xander made it a personal mission to see that I stop that, and with just a few words from him, I did.
Learning to let go and let what is, be, I have come to feel safe. I don’t worry about her and the threat she caused my keeper and my family. She is no longer here to hurt all the things that I love.
“Good morning, sweet baby,” Xander whispers across the skin of my shoulder. I lie bare in the early morning light seeping in through the window of our bedroom, and I smile.
“Good morning, my love,” I respond, warmth filling my stomach. I turn in his arms, and my bare chest grazes his. My heavens, he is still so beautiful. Day by day, he grows older and wiser and more handsome than the last. He will destroy me.
“What will this Saturday bring us?” I kiss his chest from one side of his collarbone to the other, his abs bunching under my fingers as they dance over them.
“I have a lot of things to show you, but I can never start my day without the touch of my little bird.”
“Do you want me, Xander?” I play coy and tease him.
“Every second. How does the lady of the house want it?”
“I want you to make love without inhibition. Touch me and say things to me that you wouldn't say before.” I’m in the mood to mate with my keeper. I want to be ravished by him.
His cock is hard and he is already undressed. “I want you on top, pretty thing.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb.
“Anything for you.”
He rolls to his back, placing his arms behind his head as he watches me. Letting me take control while he enjoys the show. He catches his lip between his teeth, and my core tightens in anticipation. I straddle him, sitting up on my knees, and still his cock grazes my clit. Xander is a real man, his cock long and thick, smooth and rock-hard. I’ve never wanted anything else. His abs are tight, his chest peppered with hair only adding to my attraction to him.
“Pinch your little nipples, sweet thing.” He doesn't move his hands from behind his head yet, and I swear this whole scenario is going to be my undoing. I follow his orders, squeaking as I pinch the tight buds. “Good girl, now slide down my cock, slowly, little bird. Don’t get greedy.”
I nod, my lips pouting naturally and my eyes round. I balance my hands on his chest and slowly glide myself down his shaft.
“Oh!” I cry, his cock still stretching me almost painfully, even after months of being with him again.
“Fuck. So tight and wet. Fucking hot. Your pussy is so greedy.” I nod, biting my lip knowingly. He wants me to play the innocent girl who doesn't know what she's doing. I like to act the part, since it was who I was when he first had me. Nostalgia fills me.
“Fuck me, sweet girl. Move those sinful hips up and down. Come on, little bird, don’t be shy.” We roleplay.
“Oh, oh!” I scream when he sets me into motion by bucking up into me with what looks like little effort. Xander is so strong and experienced. He doesn't just fuck me; he owns me.
He still hasn't moved his hands and I take advantage, controlling the motions as I start to ride him. Leaning back, I grab onto his shins and glide my pussy up and down his girth as he watches our connection with fire in his eyes.
“Fuck, that’s a slutty cunt. My slutty cunt.”
I whimper like a wounded animal when he talks like that. I love when he speaks to me in such a crass manner, so much different than his usual collected and educated demeanor.
“Choke me,” I beg, needing that dark and demanding touch. I ride him faster, my walls squeezing tighter with each thrust. My body doesn't want to let him go, my pussy just as eager as my heart.
“Easy, baby. Don’t go so fast. We have all morning.” He moves one hand from behind his head, the other one keeping its place. Bringing his hand to the side of my upper thigh, he slaps it then soothes it with a hard squeeze and massage.
I bear down on him. “Xander!” I scream, and he leaves my thigh, bringing two fingers to my mouth. Shoving them deep in my mouth, I suck on them as if it were his cock, and I keep a steady pace.
I moan around his fingers, aroused tears flooding my eyes. It feels too good. It’s overwhelming.
“That’s right. Take the pleasure, baby. Let those tears fall against your pretty tits. Let them slide down your growing stomach and then over that perfect pussy.”
I groan around his fingers as my tears fall, hitting my chest as I start to ride him faster, chasing my orgasm, or better yet, running far away from it.
“There it is. I feel it coming, baby. Let go, relax your mind, and give your master what he wants.”
He can feel my orgasm, and I know it because it’s pumping through my veins, beating out of my chest, and consuming my entire body.
“I can’t until you take control, keeper. I can’t do it,” I admit on a cry, and that’s when it happens. Little bird gets what she’s wanted all along.
Xander moves quickly, flipping us so he’s on top, hovering over me, with his weight on his fists beside my head.
“Take it, baby. Fucking soak me.” He fucks me, yet still gentle enough to not hurt me or our baby. That turns me on even more. He is so kind, gentle, and aware of me. I treasure his honor and protection.
“I want us to come at the same time, baby. Please,” I beg.
“Fuck, say it then.” He pushes in harder, hitting my cervix.
“My keeper you are, and my keeper you will always be,” I rush out, my eyes rolling back and my soul leaving my body. I come then, my juices leaving me like he asked.
“Goddammit,” he roars, coming inside me, our orgasms becoming one. I don't know when mine stops, because his goes on and on. I become nearly paralyzed.
“Xander, what are you doing?” I ask when he starts up again, his cock hard inside me still.
“I’m not done with you, woman. Not even close, my love.”
My heart dissolves into mush. Xander takes what he wants for the next hour, and I nearly lose full function of my legs by the time he is done with me.
“Sparrow,” he whispers into the quiet room, our lovemaking finally settled.
“What?” I ask, drawing patterns along his abs as I stay snuggled into his side.
“I want to name our little one Sparrow.”
I smile wide, my dimples showing. I get the reference. “Because she is our baby bird,” I whisper back.
“Yes. I keep seeing sparrows in my dreams, so I looked up the meaning and it felt right.”
“What does it mean?” I lay my head on his chest and he plays with my long, dark locks.
“They say when you see sparrows in your dreams it’s a sign of freedom. It represents joy and happiness. It marks the symbol of innocence. Our daughter was the start of us. If you didn't take it upon yourself to create her, we wouldn’t have us.”
I feel my heart bloom in my chest. How in the world could a man so dangerous and dark be so kind and warm and already a perfect father?
“Xander—”
“You did this. You gave me a life.”
I turn a little so he can fully rub his calloused hand against my six-month belly. “We did this. Xander, I wouldn't have done such a thing if you didn't love me. I knew we were meant to be, because you made me feel it here.” I touch his heart with my lips as my free hand touches mine.
“You know if this were a story, we would be the bad guys, the ones you should despise.”
“I would be the bad guy, the dangerous one, the one to despise over and over again, in any realm. I am crazy, Xander, and I would go through great length
s to keep you.” My eye twitches a little, my body heating at the thought of ever losing him again. I feel the inner psycho in me coming out to play.
“And I would be your keeper, awakening that dark side in you, over and over again.”
“Promise me this,” I start, moving from my laid-out position to straddling his stomach. I wrap my hand tightly around his neck and breathe heavily, needing to hear him say it. “Tell me that you’ll never leave me, but that you’ll always stay and keep me crazy.”
His lip curl in a sinister grin, and he reaches up to mimic me. Grabbing my neck, he squeezes enough to solidify his stance, but not enough to cause me harm or leave a mark.
“You belong to me, little bird, my crazy girl. Now, don't play with fire. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, tightening his grip.
A brief moment passes, and I smile wickedly as we sit with each other’s hands at our throats. “I am always yours, Professor Stine. I’m a good little bird for my keeper.”
He growls approvingly. “Good, now get on your knees and say sorry for ever thinking otherwise.”
I don't say a word. I just follow his orders, climbing from him and dropping to my knees beside the bed. He sits up and places his feet on either side of my knees.
“Sorry, my keeper,” I tell him with sincerity. I scoot back a little and kiss the tops of his feet, and he rewards me with a soft petting. And just like that, my wings spread wide, the black feathers shiny and full, healed and beautiful.
“Stand up and let’s go bathe. I have a surprise for you this evening. I need you clean and ready by five.” With that, he stands and grabs his sweatpants from the floor, leading the way to the bathroom to start my bath. Instead of standing, I crawl proudly, satisfied and blissful inside.
Chapter 19
Xander
She is ready, her long, thick dark hair curled like a starlet from the ‘50s, classic and stunning. Her makeup is soft and not dark, just the way I like it. She doesn't see me watching her from the entryway of our room as she sits at the vanity I made just right for her—a place for my beautiful creature to sit and admire her perfection.
“Close your eyes and do not open them.”
She jumps a little when I surprise her with my presence. Lizith doesn't hesitate, not even to look back at me. I smile proudly. She is so good.
I walk to her in a few steady steps and cover her eyes with a long strip of white satin.
“Xander, why are you blindfolding me?” she asks, but it’s pure curiosity that fills her voice, not fear.
“You will see, eager little thing. Now stand.” I guide her, and she stands effortlessly, letting me help her and giving me her full trust. I remove the silk nightie she wears by dusting the thin straps off her shoulder. As she stands naked, I appreciate the view of her swollen belly; it’s truly magnificent. My life growing me another. Beautiful.
I leave her standing and move to the closet to grab her white strapless bra. I don’t need to ask for its location, because she keeps her bras in color-coordinated order in the top two drawers of our walk-in closet island. I hook it into place, and she stays quiet and content, trusting me fully.
“Good girl,” I praise when I slide on her white lace panties.
She nods sweetly, a small smile gracing her face. Moving to the bed where the white dress bag lies, I unzip it, removing the beautiful handmade dress I designed for my lady. It’s a strapless wedding dress, fitted tightly around the breasts, then loose and flowing to the ground from the bodice. The entire bottom half of the back is covered in white feathers, representing her nickname. Little bird. Innocent and pure.
“Arms up.” I resume dressing her. She follows the order and I slip the dress on her.
“A new dress? Oh, I bet it’s beautiful,” she comments, as I zip it up. It fits her perfectly. I stand back and admire the vision. Lizith is a work of art. I swear there is a light haloing her entire frame, and I grasp my chest, trying to keep my heart from stopping.
She has no idea she’s wearing the dress I will marry her in. She thinks it’s just another dress for another day. I buy her dresses often, but never one so elegant and beautiful. But it is not the ensemble that makes her shine; it is all her. No other woman could make this dress look as stunning as Lizith does.
“Let’s go, my love.” I pick her up then, carrying her bridal-style from our bedroom suite. I go carefully down the stairs and then out the front door. There is a car waiting for us, and I slide her inside, climbing in after and shutting us in.
“I can’t wait to see the dress and where you are taking me, my love.” She doesn't ask where we are going, once again trusting me and just happy to be going anywhere with me.
Little does she know, she is officially going to start her life with me. She and I will finally be whole. My wife, my love, my little bird.
“You will be pleased. I promise.” I kiss the tip of her exposed shoulder, watching goose bumps overtake her skin.
“I know I will, because I am with you, my keeper,” she responds, leaning into me. Her hands touch the feathers on the dress and she smiles, whispering between us, “Feathers for me.”
“They match your wings, little bird,” I respond, kissing the tip of her nose then her lips.
“You spoil me,” she giggles.
“Forever.”
We fall silent as we drive farther out of town and closer to the farm. Today, I will marry Lizith under a willow tree.
We pull up and she smirks, staying reserved yet giddy.
“We’re here.” I move to exit the car, my driver opening the door. I help her out and once again carry her to where the pastor is standing. My last surprise pulls up, Dennis and another man, who I paid to make the end of our vows even more special. “Ready, beautiful?”
She nods eagerly, and I slowly untie the satin and release it from her eyes. She blinks a few times and adjusts to the setting sunlight. The sky is a mixture of oranges and purples, and still, she shines vibrantly as if it were the middle of the day. She is the sun.
When she looks me over and then notices her father approaching, I watch the knowing light in her eyes ignite as she peers down at her dress.
“Oh my…. Xander, I….” she stutters, unable to complete her sentence.
“Let’s make this unbreakable. Give me yourself completely, Lizith, and be my wife.” I pull her into me tightly, without space between us, her bump pushing into me and giving me comfort.
“I want nothing more than to be your wife.” She leans up and kisses me under my jaw. Her father comes to stand next to her, and she reaches out to grab his hand. He brings her knuckles to his lips and gives them a soft kiss.
“You look beautiful, my sweet girl,” he tells her, and Lizith’s eyes tear up. I hurry to catch the one that gets away, bringing it to my lips to kiss it off the tip of my thumb. Her father and her share a short moment, and then her attention falls back on me.
“Go ahead.” I don't look at the pastor as I signal his beginning, my eyes staying glued to my life. The entire time he speaks, she and I share gazes filled with love. It’s nearly too much for me. I have never felt emotions this strong, a connection so deep, and I don’t want to ever lose this feeling. Ever.
“Lizith, you can share your vows first, per Xander’s request,” the pastor says.
“Xander, I don’t have anything prepared, of course, which is fine. Because I don’t need time or preparation to convey my love and promises to you. I feel them every day, every hour, every minute. I fell deeply in love with you before I even heard you speak a word. My eyes met yours all those years ago, and I felt myself come alive. I felt a purpose. I felt my soul awakening inside me. You were the first man I loved, the first man I would do anything for, and I want you and only you to be my last. I give you all of me. I am yours to keep forever, Xander, and I would steal every single part of you in order to keep you.”
“Baby.” I lose it. I cry, feeling every emotion. I cry because I’m at her mercy.
“Little bi
rd, you are no longer Lizith Morrison. You are Lizith Stine. You are now mine to protect and hold and love. I cherish the very ground you walk on, and I live for all the crazy in you that calls to me like a siren. I belong in your soul, as you belong in mine.” I have to stop, because I can’t control the immense amount of love I have for her. I’ve tapped into a side of me I never knew existed.
“Hey, it’s okay. Look at me.” She wipes my tears and pulls me through, leaving her hand on my cheek. I rub my lips together and clench my jaw, reining myself in. Once I am there, she nods and encourages me to continue.
“I only breathe because you walk this earth. I only live because your existence keeps my heart beating. Without you, I would be a broken man. You are my very purpose on this earth, Lizith, and the life hereafter, I plan to make sure you are my purpose there too. I love you, my sweet, perfect little thing.” I squeeze her small, delicate frame closer to me once more and drop my forehead to hers.
Our tears fall and collect on the fabric of her dress covering her baby bump.
“And you, little Sparrow. You are the product of our love. You are the solidification of us. You are the concrete foundation and tangible proof of our two souls being one.” I back away a little and kiss her stomach, praising my daughter who I already love so deeply. Lizith gave me the one thing I wanted in life and then some. She gave me a child and her unconditional, devoted love.
The pastor announces us as man and wife, and I kiss her with gusto. I give her everything in me. Our lips touch, our tongues grazing one another, our tastes mixing and igniting a fire. We are one. We are forever.
The man with her father opens his box when we part, and three sparrows release and fly above us. Lizith smiles wide and her tears trail over her rounded cheeks, her happiness so apparent it touches me, and I grin adoringly at her.
“A sparrow represents our freedom. We are free to be nothing but each other’s, Lizith Stine.” As I pull her into me, she smiles up at me wickedly.