Twisted Fates (Fates Reborn)

by GM Scherbert

  Coming to a stop next to me, her smell is the first thing that takes me over, I gotta stop myself from reaching out to pull her into me to get more of it. Turning towards her, I wait long moments before she does the same and when our eyes meet, I know that she will be mine again. That her failure to tell me about Alba will be worked out today, and we will pick up right where we left off those years ago.

  “Come on, Rosaline,” the wince that shoots through her with my use of her given name isn’t missed by me. She fucking hates her given name, the people who gave it to her as well. I remember that I only used it once with her that summer, after I only figured out what it was sneaking a look at her driver’s license one night. The first time, I saw her with Lil.

  That summer….

  About four weeks into our “relationship” that summer is when I first saw the two of them together. Don’t get me fucking wrong, she had been completely honest with me, with both of us from the beginning, but it was still hard as hell to see it. Shit, by the end of the summer we had her between us in every way possible, that first time seeing them together though, jealousy shot through me, and I didn’t hesitate to take it out on her the next night we spent together.

  I saw them as I was heading into a local club with some buddies. One of the guys I was with pointed out the “pinup” girl on the dance floor, dancing with another girl. I knew instantly that it was my Doll, and the excitement at the thought of seeing her was quickly pushed under, when I turned and took in the situation laid out before me. They were dancing together, in an almost obscene way, never straying from the others side.

  Hands were not the only thing running up and down each other’s bodies and the sight of it I’m sure had not only my cock hard but those around them. Their mouths took turns bathing each other as they grinded against each other on the dance floor. It wasn’t jealousy that shot through me as I took in the show in front of me. It was something else, something that it would take me years to figure out.

  The group of buddies I was with, missed my blatant gawking leaving me to stare as they quickly grabbed up their beers heading directly for a table near the dance floor. Getting a front row seat, to a show that most would think only belong in someone’s bedroom, not out on a dance floor in a rather populated dance club. The guys each took in the scene as it played out, having no shyness about hooting and hollering to Raz and who I am guessing is Lilly.

  Without even getting a drink my feet are moving towards the dance floor, and I find myself standing much too close to the both of them. Taking in the situation I notice the way that she smells and that alone has my cock hardening. Adjusting myself I can only watch for a moment longer before I speak. The growl that escapes me, surprises even me as I speak. “What the fuck Rosaline?”

  She snaps outta the haze of lust she’s in quickly looking into my eyes as her hips slow to a stop. “Dom?” comes out on a question as she takes me in.

  The woman next to her, stops dancing but leaves her hands firmly planted on Raz’s hips. “This must be Dominic, I’m Lilly.” Dropping her hand away from Raz, she steps towards me planting a firm hand on my chest. “I hear nothing but good things about you, big boy. I hoped that we would meet soon, I just didn’t know it would be tonight. Let’s go get a drink, the three of us, and we can finally lay some of this shit out.”

  Moving past me, she slowly slides her hand off me as she heads towards the bar. Watching her go, I see how my Doll could be taken with this woman. I mean she has nothing on my Doll’s curves and fucking look that gets me harder than hell. But, Lilly is pretty, and has a dominating way about her, something that my Doll just can’t get enough of it seems.

  Hearing the voices of my buddies, I don’t even realize what they are saying before Raz tugs on my arm, pulling me to follow behind her, much like the lost puppy dog I feel like especially when I am near her.

  As the night goes on, we spend hours sharing more and more of ourselves. It’s odd to find someone that I get along with so easily, especially a female. Most of the friends I have serve with me overseas or are guys I’ve known since high school or earlier. It must be easier to get along with a girl when she’s into the same things that you are, domination and women. Lil and I talked about our Raz, sharing stories from the weeks we have been together. We even exchanging numbers before the night came to a close, wanting to keep up with each other, but more so our girl.

  Shaking my head outta the memories, “Let’s go out on the row boat head out to the middle of the lake and talk. You know how the water helps to keep me calm, and I think that is just about what we will both need right now.” Running a hand through my beard, I pull on the ends before going on. Catching those blue eyes that I have thought about for years, shinning with unshed tears I drop my voice before adding. “You need to give me something here though Rosaline. Cause my mind has been fucking racing since I left the shop, and I’m not sure where my thoughts have gone.” Steeling myself with a breath, I add “I know that you think you were doing what needed to be done, but fuck. I am having a hard time thinking about that little girl and not knowing her for the last, fuck, almost five years. Or her not knowing my parents for fucks sake. God knows they could’ve used some good fucking news these last few years.”

  Seeing the question in her eyes, I know that we will need to talk about my family at some point this evening as well. Mom and Pop have really gotten old in these last years that I have been away, and have each had some health issues. Mom had that cancer scare about three years ago, and Pop just got diagnosed with stage 2 Pancreatic Cancer. They say he has a good chance seeing that they caught it early, but who the fuck knows. It’s one of the reasons that I wanted to come back for a little while after I retired from the military. Getting to know their granddaughter will hopefully brighten their lives right up, and give them a little pep in their steps.

  Grabbing her wrist, I tug gently on it causing her feet to quickly follow behind me as I head to the row boat. Stepping onto the shore, I help Raz into the boat, before shoving off and hopping in as well. Grabbing the paddles up, I take my time rowing us out into the middle of the small lake. Getting plenty of light from the moon reflecting off of it to lead my way, and see the nerves radiating off of Raz. If I was a better man her fear, and anxiety would not make me happy, but I’m not a better man. I relish those feelings, and being able to see them so easily on her face only hardens my cock further.

  Sitting for long minutes after putting the paddles back into the boat, I wonder who will break the silence between us first. Her fidgeting hands, has me raking my eyes over her body. Taking it in, I notice the small changes since our shared summer those years ago. She looks better for the time that has passed. Her hips are fuller, breasts bigger, and her hour glass figure has only turned more voluptuous. Fuck, I need to stop having these thoughts, we need to talk and I’m ready to break the silence that stretches between us. It turns out to be my Doll, and the words that fall from her mouth couldn’t be farer from the truth

  “Dominic, I know why you hate me, and I get it, I really do. I know that finding out you have a daughter after being gone for so long must be a real shock. Fuck, it was a shock to me, in all reality it still is. I never saw myself as a mother, especially back then.” Taking a deep breath, her hands twist together in her lap before she goes on, “I understand that you are upset that you lost years with your daughter, and your family did as well, and there is really nothing that I can say to try and ease your anger. Just know that I am truly sorry and I hope that you can find it in your heart to be a part of your daughter’s life.” Meeting my eyes for the first time since she has started talking, she pleads with me, “Dominic, Alba doesn’t deserve to be punished for my mistakes. I have never kept you from her. I have given her as much as I knew about you, and even what I could dig up. Fuck, Nick has spent long hours regaling her with stories from your shared past. Although, I’m damn sure that some of those stories shouldn’t have been shared with a little girl.” Taking a deep breath, she is
slow to exhale before going on. “As you could tell, she knows exactly who you are, don’t take out your anger and hate out on her, and don’t punish her for what I did.”

  Taking in her words, I don’t even hesitate before answering her, “No Doll, I don’t feel any of that towards her. The moment I realized who she was, that she was mine, I only felt love for her. I may be a mean and demanding motherfucker but she wouldn’t be punished for anything. She is only a little girl and she deserves the fucking world and I plan on giving her just that.”

  My next words and the grin that comes to my face must be telling because a shiver rocks her body as I add, “You however, will be punished and know exactly what I expect to come in the future.”

  ~Lilly

  Alba was hanging watching TV in the living room as her mom made her way out the door. Standing in the kitchen, I grabbed up the box of Macaroni and Cheese, reading the directions. Yea, I don’t know how to make that shit, but I’m guessing the more time I’m with Raz and in turn Alba, I’ll need the directions less. Measuring out the water, I put the pot on the burner, and go in search of my phone after checking on Alba one last time.

  Sitting down at the kitchen table, I pull out my phone searching for his name. Hitting the call button, it only rings twice before I hear his deep voice answer.

  “Lil,” is all the acknowledgement that I get before he’s silent again. Brooding might be the word I would use to describe him at this point.

  “I tried to call you Dominic, and let you in on the situation, but you didn’t answer the phone or call me back so, don’t get an attitude with me. FUCK!” Taking a deep breath, I steady myself and think better of my language before going on. “Anyway, I just thought I would reach out and try to get you up to speed with what’s going on, so that your talk with her might be easier on you both. If you’d rather go in blind, I can hang up right now.”

  “No Lil, fuck, sorry. My mind has been racing since I saw that little girl this afternoon. I can’t fucking believe that she didn’t reach out to tell me before. I’ve been gone for five years and didn’t have any idea that she even existed. How could she not think that I had the fucking right to know that I had a kid. You know that is fucked up Lil, no matter what side of this you are on.”

  “I’m not saying that it’s not, Dominic. What I am saying is that you need to hear her out, that you need to understand that half of the problem is exactly what you just told me. You haven’t been around. You haven’t been here, shit Dominic, you haven’t been in the country much from what I am guessing. What did you think that she should do, hire someone to track your ass down? Grovel to your parents to try and figure out where you were? She struggled with it a lot during that first year, from what she told me. She didn’t want you to be overseas hearing about a kid and be distracted from your duty.”

  Taking a moment, he thinks about what I have said, and what it would have been like if he had gotten that phone call years ago. I wonder if he realizes that the call would’ve never gotten through,

  “I mean I get it Lil, she wouldn’t have been able to get through anyways, cause we were on restrictions most the time we were stationed abroad during those years. Fuck, the folks we were going after weren’t the type to shy away from going after somebody’s family, but Lil, come on.”

  “I’m not saying she was right, I’m just saying that you gotta think about it from her point of view too, Dominic. She has been doing this shit on her own for all these years, and that shit has been wearing her the fuck down. I’m not talking about the fact that she has only not had Alba at her side when she’s at work or the handful of times that she has gotten a sitter and actually taken some time for herself.” I think back, after two months of phone calls, and lunch dates while she was taking breaks from the shop, she and I have only spent a few nights out alone together. “We have been seeing each other for going on four months Dominic, and have had only a handful of dates out alone. She is much too good of a mom to put her needs over that of our little girl’s.”

  Thinking back to the first night I was able to get her alone, she hasn’t been out of that little girl’s sight except for work but a handful of times. She needs to take care of herself and not focus all herself on that little girl, but I get it, she’s been doing it herself this whole time. She’ll learn quick that I’ll be here for her too.

  I think about the way it felt to get my hands on her again after all those years. After months of talking with her on the phone, stealing her away from work during lunch or a quick break here or there I finally have her to myself and I plan to get my hands all over her, but more than that her hands and mouth all over me.

  Taking her out to a nice dinner was the plan, and we made it to the restaurant, through a drink and ordering dinner, before I needed to have her. Leading the way into the women’s restroom, I pull her into me taking her lips roughly with my own. As my hands travel over her body, I take note of the extra curves that she gained since the last time that we were together like this. Her hips are fuller and I can’t wait to sink my fingers into the extra flesh. Her breasts are fuller, and she had a DDD when we were together before so I can only imagine what she’s at now. Her once flat belly and slim waist, has been rounded out and the extra flesh there gives a little jiggle when I run a hand over it. Fuck, she is better than the memories that I have of her, how the fuck is that even possible?

  Hearing a moan slip from her mouth, has me longing to put her mouth to a different use. Running my hands up her body, I push down on her shoulders, as she drops to her knees in front of me. Seeing the desire in those blue eyes gazing up at me has me wanting things again, that I had long put out of my head, long thought were outta my reach.

  Running her hands up my legs, I thank fuck that the weather is warm enough that nylons or tights weren’t needed tonight. Easy access for my little Mama to do whatever I want for her to do to me. Feeling her fingers running over the lace of my panties, I can feel the wetness leaking from my body soaking at the scrap of lace beneath them.

  “Eat me,” is all I am able to growl out before I feel her face pressed against my core. Before slipping my panties to the side she takes a slow swipe with her tongue over my pussy. Raising her eyes back to mine, she settles in on my clit and starts nibbling away at it over my panties like it’s the last piece of chocolate in the fucking box. I’m not sure who is groaning more as she continues on, but her eyes never leave mine and the connection that we share is electrifying. My hands go to the pink locks, that match her dress and heels perfectly, and I wrap my fists in them, guiding her head.

  “Stop fucking around, Mama. Get my panties outta the way and let me grind my pussy against that beautiful mouth of yours.” Dragging my panties down only enough to get her mouth on me, she dives in with abandon. My hips move on their own after feeling her lap against me, as the pace she tries to set is pushed aside for my desires. My hands guide her head as she continues to nibble on my clit, running her hands over my hips I feel her hands come to rest on my ass. Before I feel each of her nails digging into my ass, she has me close to going over the edge. Giving me a bit of pain and a thrill knowing that her mark will be left on me drives me fucking wild. Forcing her face further into my cunt, I take my pleasure from her and know that she enjoys this as much as I do.

  “Put your fingers in me, Mama. I want to be coming on your face in the next few moments.” I growl out as she continues. Sinking two fingers inside of me, her pace never falters at my clit, and when she begins to bite a little, I am lost to a most brutal and beautiful orgasm. As the tremors subside, I help her rise up to her feet, and claim her mouth. Tasting myself on Raz this time does something to me, and in my mind I know that she is the one I was meant to be with. And I know that I will do any and everything I can to make her mine, make her happy, and give her everything that she could need or want outta life.

  “Mama, get cleaned up, we need to go eat our food, before this night can continue.” With that, I help her to her feet, and we wash up heading
towards the door. Swinging it wide, we are met with our waitress on the other side.

  “Oh!” she breaths out in a haze as her eyes roam over not only mine but Raz’s body. When I see the flush in her cheeks I know she must be as turned on by what happened in that bathroom, as both Raz and I were. She stutters momentarily trying to put her words together before she is able to continue on. “Ladies, um. Your dinner is ready,” she grows somewhat bolder as she goes on, but turns before adding, “I’m sure that your meal in there was much better than anything that this restaurant can make, but you might need your energy for later.” And with that she continues out heading back towards the main room, rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the tension as she goes.

  The smile that spreads across my face, must be telling because Raz is quick to reprimand me. “Lil, you scared that poor girl and probably embarrassed the fuck outta her.” Raz squawks as she playfully shoves my shoulder.

  “No, Mama, you got it wrong there. She was turned the fuck on by what she was listening to us do.” Turning towards her, I pull on one of the errant hairs that has escaped to hang in her face. “The flush in her cheeks, her erratic breathing, the way her eyes weren’t able to meet either of ours. How she needed to relieve the need she felt in-between her legs by squeezing those thighs tight as she walked away. Scared was not what she was, Mama, jealous of the cunt that was getting eaten and the gorgeous women who were enjoying it is more like it.”