by Robyn, Amy
James and Faith have a little boy and another boy on the way. Tyler looks just like James and he dotes on that boy. He once told me, he will treat him as he always dreamed his father would have treated him. It made Nat cry when I told her what he said. He didn't have an easy life before we took him in. I am happy everyday that we did.
Graham stops me before I can make it over to my woman.
“Here.” He hands me Jocelyn. His baby girl who is eleven months old. I hold her to me and kiss her chubby cheeks. She giggles and it is music to my ears. Graham bends down and ties his shoes. Jocelyn pats my cheek and hiccups. She blows a raspberry and spits all over me. I could care less. I lift her in to the air and pretend to be dropping her and let air lift her back up. She giggles and claps her pudgy hands.
“That is why all of the kids want their Uncle Talon you know.” Graham says as if that is a bad thing. I love being in the center of all of the kids. I let them climb all over me and then lift them using air and play spaceship. They love it and I get to spend time with them all.
“Forest was looking for you.” Graham takes Jocelyn back and points to where Forest is standing with twin baby girls. One in each arm. I smile at him as I make my way over. That is the one man in my life that I really enjoy seeing in all his happiness. He has been through so much and I honestly didn't know if he would ever be able to have a normal life. Emma changed all that for him. It took them a long time to get pregnant. Gage examined them both and said everything was fine. It was when they both decided that it didn't matter either way, that a miracle happened and double time. They had twin girls. Christine and Stephanie, are the sweetest little babies. I take one from him. I have no idea which one.
“Hey bro.” I say.
“Thank you. My arm was getting tired and you are the only one they do not cry for aside form her parents and grandparents.” I smirk. Like I said I love the babies. That is why I want more, a bunch more. Now, I just need to get my wife on board.
We married the day after the kidnapping. I wanted to know she was mine in every way. She didn't fight me on it either. I thought it would be a fight all the way to the alter. I was happily surprised when I pulled up in the parking lot and she got out and turned to me.
“So today is our wedding?” She asked.
“Yep.” Was all I said. She sighed and started walking to the front doors to the justice of the peace. I followed. That was it. We were married. I love her for anticipating my needs and not questioning them. Although when we argue, the sex is off the charts good. The woman is passionate. I can't wait for her to find out I have knocked her up again.
“Talon!” I hear my name yelled all the way across the yard. Shit, I am in trouble. Fuck, dick this is not a good time to get hard. I chastise the rising problem. I see her charging toward me. Her hair is flying out behind her. I talked her in to growing it out. I like it longer, but I think I like it short and spiky better. My giant son is riding her hip like she is a pony. I almost laugh at his happy expression, but stop myself when I see her scowl.
She stops in front of me.
“You got me pregnant again. That was your plan all along. Well congratulations.” I can't help it. I whoop loudly. Thankfully Emma comes and takes the sleeping baby. I pick her and Thorn up and spin them around. I have never been happier than I am in this very moment. I have my beautiful One and a baby boy. Hopefully this one will be a girl. I want a little Natalie to spoil like I do her mother.
“You have made me the happiest man in the world.” I tell her. She harrumphs, but I see the little smile she has a hard time covering.
“Maybe you should carry this giant one.” She scowls at me. I laugh. Oops not such a good idea. Her eyes close to slits and she growls.
“Okay little bit. I can't carry the baby but I can carry you anywhere and all day long. I lift her up and carry her over to my mom.
“Hey mom, Happy Birthday. We are having another baby.” I tell her. She gasps and then tears fill her eyes and she beams up at me. I sit down in the chair next to her and sit Nat and Thorn in my lap.
“Gram.”Thorn puts his arms out to his grandmother and she lifts him into her arms and kisses a chubby cheek. He giggles and pats her cheek.
“I couldn't be happier. All my babies giving me grand-babies.” I take her hand and squeeze it. This is the perfect life. I have love and a wonderful family. What more could a person ask for.
I look down at Nat and smile at her scowl. I will never have a dull moment with her and I wouldn't have it any other way.
“I love you, little bit.” I tell her. She sighs.
“I love you too, even when you are a pain in the ass.” She smiles and kisses me. I hold her to me as my heart skips a beat like it always does when she says she loves me. I know I should be getting used to it, but I honestly do not think I ever will. I will always be happy and excited that she gave me a chance after the way I bungled things up in the beginning.
Who knows though, maybe we were meant to struggle in the beginning so that we would look at each day as the gift it is. It is a gift.
“Let's go home so I can prove it to you.” I whisper in her ear.
“Thought you would never ask.” Life is perfect.
Sneak Peek
His Discipline
Chapter 1.
I am sitting in the front row again watching him move across the room. Professor Sims, is by far my favorite professor. Not only because he is hot, but also the way he teaches is more like he is telling a story than lecturing. He engages his students and compares things to modern uses. History has always been my worst subject, until now. You can tell he loves the subject by how impassioned he gets while speaking. I would love nothing more than to feel his passion. I may have a little crush.
I have known I was different since I was a small child and that I am gay since my fourteenth birthday. My parents were never the warm caring parents that most children get to experience. I never knew warmth or unconditional love.
I once tried on my mothers dress and that earned me a spanking until my little bottom was blistered. I didn't understand what I had done wrong. I just wanted to be pretty like my mom. My dad wouldn't even look at me after that.
The day of my fourteenth birthday had started out great. My parents were actually taking me somewhere fun. They had never taken me anywhere. I had always felt like I was more of a burden to them, than their child. I wanted to be like all of the other kids in the neighborhood. I wanted to go to public school and ride my bike on the weekends, I even had a dream bike picked out. I wanted a normal life.
When my parents told me they were taking me to the pool, I was so excited. When we got there, I immediately jumped into the pool and sank right to the bottom. I had never learned how to swim. I do not know how long I was under water, because I blacked out at some point. When I came to, it was like I was in a dream. A boy had his lips against mine, only the need to cough kept me from thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I turned my head and coughed.
When I was finished expelling the water from my lungs, I really took noticed of the beautiful boy who saved me. He was breathtaking, with his golden hair and skin, that had beads of water clinging to him. His body was fit and trim, but what really stood out was his big brown eyes and lashes meant for a women. They had water droplets clinging to each lash and they glistened in the sun. I stared, mesmerized by his beauty. I wanted nothing more than to press me lips to his again. I had never felt anything like this before. That is when I noticed something was happening below my waste.
My mother came over and yanks me away from the boy. I wanted to cry. I wanted to know what his skin felt like against mine. I wanted so many things that I didn't understand.
“You filthy, evil boy.” My mother said through clenched teeth as she threw a towel over my lap, to cover my now evident erection. We left right away. That night was the first time they made me kneel on sea salt for hours and pray. When they finally let me stand my knees were bleeding and burning. That was the beginni
ng of their rein of violence. Any time I showed any signs of homosexuality it was taken out on my flesh. It wasn't until I was eighteen, when I realized that there was no pleasing them and I would be better off leaving home.
I planned my escape after that. I took the SATs and scored extremely high. I sent off my applications to dozens of colleges. I received the letter from Colorado University that I had been accepted and I also qualified for several grants. I applied for grants and I was pleasantly surprised that I actually got all of them. I would be able to go to school for free. I may need a part time job to buy clothes and supplies, but that should be no problem.
The night before I was leaving, I started tossing my suitcases out of my window at midnight. So that my parents wouldn't hear. I loaded down my car with all of the belongings I couldn't live without. I put the car in neutral and pushed it until it was near the street. I climbed in and started the engine. I could feel the thrill of freedom in my veins. I was ready to begin a life of my own.
The car was the only thing my parents had ever bought me that I couldn't wear or eat. They only bought it for me because it would look bad if they didn't, especially after dad's co-worker offered him the car for his teenager to have. He was backed into a corner and had to buy it. He only put a certain amount of gas in per week and only allowed me to go to the store and back. I couldn't even go to the library like so many other kids did.
I had been saving every penny I could find since I was ten and kept it in a jar under the bed. My dad would leave money out and about everywhere. I would take some here and there. Never enough to be noticeable. One of my dad's girlfriends would slip me money also. She told me that someday I would need it. She didn't last long though because she was too nice to me. That and my mother found out about her and told my dad that she would tell the entire church about the infidelity. Dad would do anything to not lose face with all of his customers, who attended every Sunday.
There was not love lost with me and my parents. I would not miss them and isn't that just sad. I pulled out in the street and drove to the park on the edge of town. I had never been to the park but I had driven by it many times. I had wanted to play here as a kid, but was never allowed. My father said the devil allowed his subjects to fornicate there. I parked my car and fell asleep watching the swings sway in the wind.
That night I dreamed of what I wanted out of life. I dreamed of finding a man to love me. Even though I had been taught it was a sin. I want to be a sinner, if I have to choose. I no longer care. If there is a god, wouldn't he love me, whom he created? I read about how other religions kill for eternal life or rebirth. I am not sure I like religion. It seems like a big excuse to bully those that are different to me.
Now, here I am. I am nearly finished with my first semester in college and regardless of my lack of a proper education thus far, I am on the Dean's list. I still have not found a man, but I will some day. I had a man try to kiss me at a party one night and I panicked. I have never been kissed and the guy had been drinking. I know it sounds stupid, but I want my first kiss to mean something. Not just a drunken exchange.
“Adam.” Shit, I was spacing out. I look over at everyone already packing their supplies away. I look back over at the professor. He has a stern expression.
“Do you have time to talk or do you have another class after this one?” Professor Sims asks.
“Sh.. sure. I can stay. I do not have another class today.” I say as I shove my laptop back into my bag. I bought this laptop second hand, after weeks of watching the other students using them. I do not like sticking out like a sore thumb. I am lucky I didn't drop it while putting it in my bag. My hands are so shaky. I have no idea what he wants to talk about. He looks angry so it can't be good can it?
I get up and walk toward him.
“Let's go to my office.” He turns and walks away. I follow behind him with my head down. I am scared. I have never gotten in trouble with a teacher before. Of course, I had not gone to public schools so my experience is limited. He leads me to a room that has no windows and his name is on the door. I have walked by it before and tried to imagine him in there touching himself and thinking of me. It is my fantasy as I lay in my bed at night. I would wonder what his prick looked like. I have never seen one besides my own. I bet his is big.
“After you.” He says as he opens the door. I walk in and over to his desk. I sit in front of it in a chair that faces it.
“Did I say you could sit down?” He asks. Fuck. I jump up as quickly as possible.
“Nn.. No sir.” I stand there and wait for directions. He stares down at me. He has to be at least two inches taller than I am and I am six foot. He stares at me intently for a while. It feels as though he looking inside my head in search of my darkest secrets.
“Go over to the desk and face it.” I do as I am told. I turn my back on him.
“Leave your backpack in the chair.” He says. I pull it off and drop it into the chair without turning back around. I walk over to the desk until my thighs are touching it. He walks up behind me and runs his fingers through my hair. Butterflies take flight in my stomach and I start panting. I try to calm myself, but I can't. He slides his hand down my neck and over my chest. He stop quickly to pinch each nipple. I hiss at the pleasure and pain of it.
He kisses my neck and I nearly cum in my pants. I have never experienced anything like it. His hand starts moving again down my stomach. He quickly undoes my pants and pulls them and my underwear down in the back. I feel the cool air against my butt cheeks. I am not sure what is happening but I do know that I want it to happen.
“Bend over.” He says. I hesitate and he pinches my nipple again, hard. I squeak and do what he asks. I lean over the desk and grip the edge above my head. Is he going to fuck me now? I wait to see if I hear a zipper. I hear nothing.
Then suddenly a smack lands across my right buttocks. I flinch and then moan as a euphoric feeling hits me. It's not like when my parents would hit me. It is more like a build up for a good cum. I start to relax again when another blow lands on my other cheek. I grunt and moan again.
“I was right about you.” I do not know what he means by that, but I am in a state of bliss and really could care less. He spanks me over and over, alternating between cheeks. I am so close to cumming when I finally here his zipper. Fuck yeah. I want him take me. I am practically bucking against the desk to get some relief. I hear him stroking his cock and I try to turn so I can see it. He pushes my head back down. I groan in frustration.
Just when I think he is going to finally take me, he growls and I feel the warm spray of his cum spill on my inflamed cheeks. I cry out in frustration as he continues to paint my backside. He rubs his cream into my burning flesh. He pulls my cheeks apart and examines my hole. He takes some of his cum and rubs it on to my anus. I move back against it trying to impale myself on his finger. He spanks me again.
“This punishment is for giving me the 'fuck me' looks all semester. This is for making me hard and not being able to do anything about it.” I moan when he sticks just the tip of his finger inside of me. He quickly pulls it out. I whimper.
“You do not get to cum because of all of the days you left me frustrated.” He leans in and pulls me into a standing position. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my pants back up and refastens them. He grabs my cock through my pants. He rubs it a couple of times and then steps back.
“Get on your knees and clean me off.” He says. I get on my knees and he steps in front of me and puts his cock in my face. I can see the cum glistening to the top of his beautiful prick. Just like I imagined he is a large man and I am now thankful he didn't stick this monster in me, but at the same time disappointed.
“Lick it clean.” He says. I let my tongue dart out and touch the tip, pulling a pearly drop into my mouth. I moan as I roll it around on my tongue. His musky flavor explodes on my tongue. I swipe my tongue out and gather more. I moan again as I suck his tip into my mouth to gather the rest.
“Enough.” H
e says stepping back. He tucks his cock back into his pants and zips and fastens the button. I groan as my cock jumps in disappointment. I want to cum in the worst way. I need to cum. I look up at him. He is staring down at me.
“You may leave now. Do not wash me off of you until morning. Do you understand?” He says as I stand.
“Yes sir.” I say as I sling my backpack over my shoulder. I keep looking at the ground as I open his door. He grabs my arm but I do not look back.
“Do not make yourself cum. I will know if you do and I will tease you for hours without letting you cum. Do you understand?” He releases my arm.
“Yes sir.” I say again as I walk out of his room.
On my way back to my dorm room, I think about what just happened. I am not sure why that happened and I am completely confused by how I feel about it. As soon as I am in my room I fall on top of my bed and relive every moment of it. The spankings to the way he tastes. I hope it happens again. Does that make me strange. He will probably never talk to me again. I can always hope. I smile as I dreamed of a future that will never happen.
About Amy Robyn
Amy Robyn is a wife and a mother of three crazy boys. She also has three dogs she considers her children. She is currently living in Louisiana. She loves to sing karaoke and spend time with her family. She enjoys a good happy ending and that carries through in her books.
Other Books By Amy Robyn
Psionics: Gage
Psionics: Aaron
Psionics: Graham
Psionics: Dagger & James
Psionics: Forest
Psionics: Jenna
Psionics: Talon
Psionics: 1-4
Psionics: Box Set
With Love, Thomas
His Discipline
Greenwood Pride: Cade & Bree
Greenwood pride: Reno