by GM Scherbert
Fuck, the memories of her eating me out, have me wishing I was in a different place. Hearing Dominic clear his throat I am brought back to the here and now quickly though. “I’m talking about her being there in the hospital with Alba for almost two weeks when she had a respiratory infection when she was only a few months old. I’m talking about the endless Doctor’s appointments to check up on her afterwards.” Hearing only a grunt of acknowledgment from him I’m not sure that he is getting what I am trying to say. I need to make sure that he understands clearly before he sees her tonight, so that the anger that I am sure he feels is brought down a notch or two.
“She never takes time for herself, Dominic. I’m talking about the time that she has dedicated to that little girl, every day for the last five years. The time to make sure that she knows everything that she can about you, even though you were not physically in the picture. The stories of the times you have shared together, the moments that will stick in her mind, and her mothers for the rest of their lives. I know that Nick and Alexandra have been doing their best to help her, but our girl is stubborn and you know she won’t ask for help. Nick told me a few weeks back that he had to force her hand when she was in the hospital after giving birth, to let Alexandra and the girls help. Thank fuck that he was around to help, and force the issue or god knows what would’ve happened.”
I can hear the deep breath as he exhales into the phone and know that he is starting to understand. “Take a good look at her when she gets there tonight, she works and is a momma to that little girl, that’s all, Dominic. She needs to have people around her that she is able to trust, that she can ask for help, that she can realize won’t leave when shit gets tough, or when shit doesn’t go the way it is supposed to.” Taking a moment, I’m not sure how much he knows about her past, but I’m guessing he’ll be able to put the pieces together. “Her family wasn’t a good example of anything for her, and that man that forced his way on her, that beat her so badly she was admitted to the hospital, that’s what she has as examples of family.”
Thinking about the love that I have shared with my folks, I nod my head with the differences between us. “She sure as fuck don’t know what it’s like to have a working fucking family, have love that isn’t attached to a fucking string. I want to be able to give her more, to be able to show her that the world isn’t as hateful, as fucked up as those other people have. Those people that were supposed to love her, and care for her, and be her examples as to what makes up a family. She needs us Dominic, both of us to make her happy. To be a family.”
“I see headlights Lil, she’s here.” Not hearing him for a bit, I think that he has disconnected, but that’s before he adds. “A family is exactly what we shall be, Lil.” And I smile knowing that no matter what he may put her through tonight, he will be in it with us till the end.
Placing my phone off to the side, I check the pizza that I’d thrown in the oven and see that its ready to come out. Grabbing it outta the oven, I let it cool for a moment, before cutting it up into slices and calling Alba into the kitchen. As I hear her coming into the kitchen, she throws herself at me and I scoop her up into my arms pulling her close.
Her bright blue eyes meet mine before she asks, “Lil, is momma talking to daddy?”
“Yeah doodlebug, she is. Why?”
“I am happy he is here and I just can’t wait to spend more time with him and momma, you know as a family.” With her words, my heart absolutely shatters at her innocent words, and the meaning behind them. Holding back tears, I’ve got to move my face from hers so she doesn’t see my pain. I know that what worked for us that summer would’ve been hard for us as adults to accept, but I somehow thought that Alba would’ve had an easier time with it.
“Lil, why are you sad?”
Trying my best to pull myself from the pain I am feeling, it takes me a few moments to be able to answer her.
“No honey, I’m not sad. I’m happy that you are so excited to be getting your family, your momma and daddy, to share time with.”
“Lil, you are so silly. You and momma love each other, and you are part of our family, too.” Shaking her head, the smile that consumes her face causes one to spread across my face as well. Her little fingers come to my chin raising my eyes to hers as she goes on. “Some families have a momma and a daddy, some only have a momma, or only have a daddy. You know some of the kids at school I know, some of those kids have two mommas or two daddies. But my family gets to be extra special. You know why Lil?” Shaking my head at her question, she answers me quickly, “Because my family has two mommas and a daddy.”
Chapter 7
~Raz
Sitting in the row boat, laying it out there for Dominic has me feeling all kinds of nervous. I’m not sure what is running through his thoughts, but I know that he has every right to be upset and angry with me. The words he just spoke about punishment have my body humming for a different reason. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself before looking up and catching his eyes with my own.
“Wh, wh, what?” is all I am able to whisper out before he is on me. Snatching me up outta my seat across from him before laying me across his lap, face down. This isn’t the first time I have been in this position with Dominic, but it is the most unexpected of events right now.
“Dominic,” is all I am able to screech out as I feel a breeze against my thighs, and his fingers tracing slowly up the tattooed lines that lead up to the garters and bows I have inked on my thighs.
A growl escapes his lips before he speaks. “These fucking legs have haunted me, Doll. The way they felt wrapped around my head while my tongue was buried deep inside your pussy. The feel of my hands on these bows pushing back against your body as I sunk my cock deep inside of your cunt or your ass. The way you would squirm and squeak when I would use my hand on this supple flesh, to leave my mark all over you.” Squeezing my flesh tightly in his grip, his voice drops as he goes on, “All these things have haunted me for five fucking years. I have thought about them all, time and again, and thought about how you would feel if I ever got another chance at you.”
His hands fall away from my flesh and I am aware of the loss in a second. Before I’m able to whine and complain begging him for his touch again, I get just that.
Slap…. His hand lands heavily against my ass, and the sting hurts. This spanking is not the playful kind that we once shared. As my mind tries to travel back to that time, I feel him pinch at the flesh he just slapped.
“No Doll, you don’t get to drift off to another time when this shit happened between us. You will stay in the here and now, and get your full punishment. You will take it as I want you to, and then we will discuss how it will go from here on out.”
As the warmth spreads through me at his words, I feel the heat spread through my ass where his hand landed. This I have no doubt in my fucking mind is a punishment that I will be feeling for long days to come. I know that I deserve this punishment for not telling him about her and I hope to fucking hell I will survive it.
Slap… “When I finally get back to you though, what do I find?” Slap… “I find you with a daughter.” Slap… “with my daughter no less.” Slap… “living a life with that little girl as your sole focus.” Slap… “Not taking care of the women that you have become.” Slap… “the woman that has haunted me.” Slap… “the woman that I have always known.” Slap… “Deep down that I would,” Slap… “Come back to.” Slap… “The woman,” Slap… “That would share,” Slap… “a family with me.” Slap… “and Lil.” Slap… “together, from now until forever.”
~Dominic
I wasn’t sure how I would handle this shit with Raz even after I called her and made plans to meet up with her I was still reaching. When I spoke with Lil though, I knew instantly what I would do, I guess I have always known and as usual, Lil led me right to it. In all fucking honesty, I came back here looking for Raz, wanting to see where she was at, what was going on with her. Now that I found out about Alba, there is nothing tha
t could stop me from being a family with them. I’m not excusing her behavior or saying that Rosaline won’t have repercussions for her lack of communication. My Doll needs to have some punishment for her behavior and I know that I, for one, will enjoy the fuck outta giving it to her.
I know that Lil and I will share our girl once again, and live together like she wanted to do all those years ago. If only I had listened to her back then, some of this shit might have been avoided and I wouldn’t have missed so much of my daughter’s life. I don’t see the weariness in our girl until we are near the water, and the worry that I see in her is not only from the situation we find ourselves in. It’s the stress from her taking on the responsibilities of our daughter alone. Being a single parent is probably not an easy task, and one that she is done doing as far as I’m concerned. Her family life was anything but perfect and I remember one of the few times she spoke about them during our time together.
That summer…
We’ve been together a lot during the summer. We only have about two weeks left before I need to head out on deployment again, and I can say for a fact these have been some of the best memories that I have had in my life. I know without a doubt that Raz feels much the same way, but from what she’s told me, she don’t have a lot of shit to compare it to. The way she spoke of her parents, I for one, can’t believe that anyone would treat a kid like her folks did, but fuck she had a hard beginning to her.
Raz and I were out celebrating her birthday, and she just looked so fucking somber I tried to snap her outta it. “Doll, what’s going through that pretty little head of yours? You seem to be anywhere but here. Talk, tell me what’s going on so we can move past it and celebrate your day.”
“It’s nothing, Dominic, really. Let’s just enjoy the day and see where we can get into some trouble, huh?” Reaching for me, she pulls me into her before claiming my mouth with her own, trying to distract me from the conversation at hand.
Pulling back, I shake my head at her lame attempt and let her know I ain’t having it. “Doll, start talking.”
The stomp from her foot, does little more than draw a smile from me at her attempt at a temper tantrum. My eyes are on her and don’t move until she begins to speak, even then when her story starts I find it hard to draw myself away from her.
“Birthdays aren’t really my thing, Dominic.”
“What do you mean, everyone likes their birthday, Raz.”
“I mean, when I was growing up, my family didn’t really do birthdays, so it’s really not something that I have ever done. So, you making all this fuss, it really just doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Your gonna have to go into a little more detail than that, Raz. I mean I know you had a shit start and your family wasn’t the greatest, but you’ve really never told me much more about them.”
“Ok, Dominic, just this once I’ll give you a little glimpse into the world that I grew up in.” Dropping her eyes from me, she adds quietly, “Thank fuck this isn’t a forever thing or you’d know exactly why I’d make a shit family.”
Taking a breath, she looks everywhere but at me while she begins a tale that I hope to never hear from another living soul.
“I was about six when it started, well that’s as far as I can remember back at least. When my parents would leave me places, and not come back for hours. At first, I really thought that is was just that they were that bad at being parents, like how the fuck can you forget your kid at the park, or the zoo, or the store.”
Shaking her head, I see her eyes glaze and I know that this isn’t the shit she should’ve been forced into talking about on her fucking birthday. I’m a selfish bastard though, because I need to know more so I let her go on. Taking her hand into my own, I squeeze tightly holding her close before she’s able to compose herself and go on.
“It didn’t take long for me to understand that was not the case though. My parents weren’t forgetting me places, they were purposefully leaving me places so they could go drink or do drugs or whatever the fuck it was they did. Sometimes they would come back in a couple hours, other times, the security or police would be called when someone would finally realize that I was there by myself. I must have been a pretty independent and fucked up kid though, because I don’t remember ever feeling sad that they weren’t around. That’s fucked up right? Like how could I not want to be with my parents or even care that they didn’t seem to want me?”
Pulling her closer, I feel her snuggle into me and I wonder what the fuck kinda parents would do that to a kid.
Turning her head, the next words outta her mouth come slowly, and the tears that were heavy in her eyes have now started to drip down onto me.
“It was my tenth birthday when I finally started to realize that they were the ones that were wrong. A few of the kids from school had birthdays around the same time as me, and one of them invited me to the party. I left a note for my parents, because when I got home from school that day, they as usual weren’t home and so I headed out. The party was nothing more than pizza and movies but we had fun and when it was time to leave that night everyone else’s parents had come to pick them up, mine however were nowhere to be found.”
Looking towards the TV, she zones out for a bit before continuing on. “Lauren’s parents, that’s whose party it was at, were scared about me going home alone so late at night and decided that they would drive me home, since I couldn’t get a hold of my folks on the phone.” Pulling back, she looks up at me, and adds, “You know shit that normal parents do. Watching out for a kid when they should.”
Nodding my head in agreement, she settles herself back into my chest. “You know what happened when we got to my house though?” Shrugging my shoulders at her question, she goes on. “My ma came out drunker than all get up and made a complete ass of herself and me in front of Lauren’s parents. I thought for sure that they would never let me talk or play with their kid again, but they sort of saved me that day and they never shied away from having me around”
“How, Doll? What did they do that made such an impression on you?”
“Lauren’s mom pulled me aside, and talked with me. She let me know that no matter who your parents were or what kind of life you lived, you could always make a new path, you could always be whomever you were meant to be, you just had to survive until you were old enough to get outta it. ‘Strength comes from challenge,’ is what she told me. I have always sort of lived by that and even when I would be left places or my parents wouldn’t come home for days, or be drunk and loud as fuck I always remembered what she told me.”
Realization strikes as I reach for her arm, and pull the sleeve of her dress up slightly, turning her arm over slightly in my grip. Seeing the words, ‘Strength comes from challenge’ tattooed up her arm, I’m struck with the meaning they have. “I’ve always wondered the stories behind your ink, Doll, and it seems one by one I find them out and am only more drawn to the woman you are.”
“Family is what you make it, Doll.” Is all I can add, seeing that my own family has shown me nothing but love over the years. The times I have brought Raz around they have given her much the same. I feel sad at the thought that I’m not ready to be the one to give her that. But smile at the thought that she will shine when she finds the right person to spend her time and build a family with.
Shaking my head from the memory, I know that the family that she so badly wants is one that I can in fact give her. That Lil and I will be able to give Raz exactly what she needs and wants outta a family. My Doll won’t be getting off from not telling me about our daughter quite so easily though. She needs to understand that she needs to be honest and open in all things or she will have consequences. I know from our shared past that Lil feels much the same way and I am suddenly wondering what her punishments will look like when they are given to our girl. Raz needs to understand that although all three of us will be going forward from here on out, she still needs to pay penance for the lies of omission that she has let grow and fester between each of
us.
Landing fifteen swats to her ass, three for each year that has spread between us. I’m sure that she will have a rough time sitting for the next few days which will help to remind her about what I will demand from her in the future. Smoothing a hand over her cheeks, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face having her in my arms again. Pulling her up into my arms, I wait for her eyes to consume me before speaking.
“The three of us, will need to work through this shit going forward, Doll. Lil and I wouldn’t let you do this shit on your own any longer, you have been running yourself ragged and I for one don’t like it. You will take what both Lil and I give you and you will ask for help when it is needed. I can’t have our daughter running her mother so ragged, especially if we end up adding to our family, you need to have energy to spread around.” Her head pops up at my words, while her jaw drops open.
“Now, I know this is fast, but I have always wanted this and finding out about Alba has only added to that. We need to head up to the house, and I need to sink deep inside your ass and see my handy work while fucking you.” Grabbing up the paddles, I start to make our way towards the shore before hearing a peep outta her.
The noise that leaves her shortly after my words, has me wondering if I have taken this whole situation the wrong way. Lil told me that she thought that Raz would like nothing better for the three of us to be together, that she couldn’t be whole without both of us to see to her wants, her needs, her desires. If she no longer wants that sort of relationship with me I don’t know what I will do. I guess I would make the old wives tale about the baby daddy come true.
I shake my head outta those thoughts, when I remember the feel of her panties as I ran my fingers over them after swatting her ass. I drop one of the oars and run a hand along her body, snagging under her skirt and moving again towards her cunt. Feeling her panties again, I know that I wasn’t making that shit up. Swiping a finger over her panties, the moisture that finds me lets me know that she wants me. What was that gasp for though I wonder.