The Reluctant Sub

by Jordan Silver

  Everyone knew that my one and a half-year-old daughter was her mother reincarnated. The servants spoiled her and encouraged her errant behavior just as everyone did with Alyssa, spoilt rotten the both of them.

  “What’s my son up to in there?” He took his granddaughter’s hand as she talked at him in her baby talk, but with an edge that let you know she wasn’t pleased at being thwarted.

  “She just finished feeding the little pig but he refuse to go down.”

  Figures! Damn kid is on my wife’s tit more than I am. I smiled at my own thoughts, knowing that I wasn’t really jealous of my own kid. Instead I found his antics entertaining. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of trouble he would be when he got to be his sister’s age.

  My life had changed so much these last few years. I think it’s fair to say that I’ve pretty much lost my mind since she got her hooks in me. Instead of becoming the monster I’d always feared, she’s damn near taken my balls. I’m so conscious of every little thing where she’s concerned that I cater to her every need and whim.

  Each day I wake with her in my arms, I’m thankful. It’s been just over two and a half years since I found her and my life has changed in ways I never thought possible. She’s brought light and laughter into my once bleak life. She’s still my little sub, but these days she’s no longer reluctant, in fact she’s perfect.

  I think she finally figured out that as my sub-wife she was the one wielding all the power. I see to her every need, and there’s nothing her little heart desires that I don’t provide.

  As my wife she walks by my side with her head held high, like the queen I always imagined her to be. She was still a fiery little thing, but her training had taught her temperance and now I could go at least three days before she’s throwing something at my damn head.

  She might run everything and everyone around us, but once the bedroom door closes she bends to my will. I still heat her ass up, but these days it’s mostly if she’s done something to endanger herself which, is damn near every other day.

  Nothing much has changed really between us, only as my wife she has more freedom and she no longer fears me leaving her, not with my ring on her finger. The change in her has been phenomenal to watch. I’d finally got to see her in all her former pain in the ass wildness that I’d heard so much about before we met.

  She came strolling towards us and that stupid smile that’s never too far these days broke across my face. She was as gorgeous now as the first day I saw her bathing in this very water. Even after bearing my children and her body now showing that she was a woman who’d borne fruit, she was even more beautiful to me than ever before.

  She looked up and smiled at me as she held our son securely in her arms. I started to call out to her, but she put her finger to her lips and indicated the little prince with a nod of her head. He was asleep.

  I rolled my eyes and walked to meet her. I leaned over and kissed her lips softly. “I can’t wait to get you back home. I can see the vee between your thighs in that dress.” She tried to look down at herself as her cheeks reddened.

  I grinned and put an arm around her as we headed back to her dad and our precocious little bundle of energy. She was lecturing the poor man about who knows what but as soon as she saw me it was my turn to feel the sharp edge of her tongue.

  I looked down at her pretty much the way I do with her mother when she’s trying to get one over on me. “I don’t care what you say you’re not to go near that water or daddy will tan your little butt.”

  Shit! How many times a day do I find myself saying those exact words or some variation to Alyssa? Her soft chuckle told me she was thinking the same thing.

  After we’d spent enough time with her dad that I knew would satisfy her until we came again, I hustled my little family back home. I never even looked up the hill to the mansion where my own demented fuck of an old man still lived.

  I hadn’t set foot back there since the day I left and took her out of there. I’d seen him only once, the day he’d come to the office and I’d had him escorted off the premises. He’d made noises about the company but we both knew they were just empty threats. He now lived only by my kindness, which would only last as long as he stayed away from me and mine.

  “Did you have a nice visit with your dad?” It was later that evening and we’d just put my little terror to bed after haggling for half an hour. She was putting some gook on her face in the vanity mirror as I laid back on the bed and watched. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she gave me one of her precious smiles.

  “Yes I did.” She paused and I knew she had something else to say. “I did something today.”

  “What would that be princess?” It was the tone in her voice that had me on high alert. And when she started fidgeting in the chair I knew it was going to be a doozy.

  “I’m waiting.”

  She set her little face up and I knew she was going to try to deflect by starting an argument, which made no sense because that shit never ends well for her.

  “When dad left and I was trying to get Daniel to sleep the doorbell rang and it was your dad.” She said the whole thing in a rush but I was already off the bed making my way to her.

  “Did you talk to him, did he see you?” There was no anger in my voice but she knew. The widening of her eyes told me she knew her ass was in trouble.

  “I, well, kinda sorta.”

  “What does that mean kinda sorta?” The thought that he was that close to her and I hadn’t known made my blood run cold.

  “I closed the door once I knew it was him…”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you wait all this time?”

  “Why are you getting so upset? It’s not like I invited him.”

  ‘Tone, watch your fucking tone.” I never swear at her, or at least I try not to, but when she scares me or pisses me off that shit goes out the window.

  She flew up from the chair. I knew her game. She always does this shit when she knows she’s fucked up. “Look, I didn’t tell you while we were there because I didn’t want you doing anything stupid.”

  “Oh, so you’re making decisions for me now. You’ve lost your fucking mind right.” She turned with hands on her hips. “I’m your wife I can…”

  I cut her off before she could get her ass in even more trouble. I wasn’t just angry, I was also scared as shit, that he had been that close to my family.

  “The fact that we’re married doesn’t change a damn thing. In this house the rules remain the same. I own you. The only difference is you now own me as well. But that’s where it ends. You disobey me, you still get your ass beat and if you say one more smart thing to me that spanking will be sooner than you think.”

  “I don’t see why you’re so angry. I closed the door as soon as I knew it was him and that was the end of it.” I took her neck in my hand and brought her face to mine. “You should’ve told me right away.” Tomorrow I’ll deal with him. I didn’t even ask what he’d wanted because I didn’t care.

  I should’ve cut him out of my life a long time ago there was no reason not to do that shit now. After tomorrow he won’t be a problem because I’m going to use all the shit I have on him to force him out of town. No way was he going to be a lurking shadow over my wife and kids, fuck that. But I needed to deal with this one first.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I told you. I didn’t want you to do something stupid. Look, I took care of it…”

  “Did you have my son in your arms when you opened that door?” She swallowed hard and looked away.

  I moved towards the punishment drawer and she panicked, as well she should. I’m about to heat her ass up.

  “What’re you gonna do?” She moved from one leg to the other like she was nervous.

  “You, don’t talk. Go ahead, run, I dare you.” I know her so well she was itching to make a break for it.

  I started to pull her over to the bed and drag her over my knees. “No Braxton you can’t spank me, I’m pregn
ant.” That shit brought me up short and the mix of joy and anger fought for dominance.

  “You...” I drew her in and kissed her hard with my hand on her flat tummy. I held her close and told her how happy I was about the baby. “Are you okay love?” She nodded her head and I kissed her one last time before I let her go and headed for the door. “Braxton, where are you going?” I didn’t answer her as I left the room.

  I was pleased about the baby of course, and usually I would’ve stayed with her and we would celebrate by reenacting what got her that way in the first place. But she had to pay for her fuck up. That shit was dangerous and she knew it. The fact that she kept it from me no matter what her reasons was unacceptable.

  Now she tells me she’s carrying my child and that shit only makes this shit that much worse. Too fucking close.

  She’d probably convinced herself that I wouldn’t beat her ass because of the pregnancy, and she was right. But there were other ways to discipline her ass.

  I should’ve reined her in a long time ago, so this was partly my fault. It ends now though, that shit was the last straw. I headed for one of the guestrooms but chose the one closest to her and my kids just in case they needed me in the night.

  ALYSSA

  Three days. That’s how long he stayed away from me. That first night I couldn’t believe that he’d actually leave me all night. It was the first time we’d ever slept apart since we moved here. No matter what the day held, each night I looked forward to being held close in his arms where I felt safe, loved and protected.

  The next morning he wouldn’t even look at me, and I got the feeling he was only there because of the kids and because I’d told him I was pregnant. It hurt so bad when he left the house without even saying goodbye that I’d moped all day long.

  He’d called and spoken to Lucille around noon to check up on the kids, and she, knowing him so well had tried to shield me from the fact that he hadn’t even asked to speak to me.

  I cried myself to sleep that night and the other two as well. By the third day I had run the gamut from anger to self-recrimination until I finally had to admit to myself that I was wrong. I know this man, knew how he would react and yet I’d still done things the wrong way.

  By the morning of the third day I was ready to tackle him to the floor just to get a smile. He helped with the kids, made sure that the house had everything it needed, but still he didn’t say one word in my direction. The fourth morning I came down to breakfast feeling like a limp rag after another restless night.

  I didn’t stop to think; all I knew was that I needed this to end. I couldn’t take it. I walked to his chair and got to my knees beside him, head down, hands folded behind my back. “I’m sorry master. Please spank me now, I can’t take any more…”

  “Now you’re telling me what form your punishment should take?” I grabbed his leg afraid that he’d leave and cold fear ran through my blood. Had I really gone too far this time? I knew some of the story between him and his dad, but I never once thought that I would get caught in the middle like this.

  “No, I’m sorry, please, please don’t be angry with me anymore I can’t bear it.”

  “Is the baby okay?” Is that all he cared about? My voice was soft and lifeless when I answered him. “Yes.” He didn’t say anything else and to keep him from leaving I started talking.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you or disobey you. I just wanted to protect you. I know what he’s done, he’s taken more than enough from you already and I didn’t want him anywhere near you. I know now that I was wrong, that I should’ve told you, but please know I didn’t deliberately set out to disobey.”

  I kept my head down so he wouldn’t see the tears that were starting to gather in my eyes. Once again he held his silence for an uncomfortably long time and I was beginning to think I hadn’t gotten through to him; that I never will when it comes to this.

  And then I felt his finger over his brand on my neck and my limbs went weak. “Is that it?” “I’m sorry; it won’t happen again ever I promise. Please don’t be mad anymore.”

  “Why are you sorry?” I took a moment to get my thoughts together.

  “Because I hurt you by not letting you do your job which is protecting me and the kids. I didn’t think things through, but when I saw him standing there all I could think of was the last time we were all in that room together and how angry you were. I didn’t want you going after him and finishing what you started that day. But I know now that wasn’t my place. I’m sorry.”

  Again he didn’t say anything for the longest time and I was starting to sweat. His hand lifted my chin and he looked into my eyes. “I love you, but hear me well. You don’t get to do this ever again. You don’t ever get to put yourself in danger again Alyssa or next time…”

  Shit, the unspoken word was worse than if he’d finished that threat. My knees started to knock into the floor and the tears that were ever present these days and had nothing to do with pregnancy hormones started to fall.

  He pushed his chair back from the table and my heart fell until he reached down and picked me up off the floor. Of course I bawled even louder in relief and joy at being held in his arms again.

  Master Brax

  I’d missed the hell out of her each second that I kept myself away, but the anger and fear had kept me focused. I’d dealt with the old man the very next day and was now free of him I was sure. He didn’t realize that I had as much shit on him as I did, but since it only involved stealing from the company, I didn’t get the law involved.

  Instead I left him penniless and out in the cold. I would’ve left him alone if not for that last stunt. He claimed he’d gone there to patch things up but I knew better, and quite frankly didn’t give a damn if that was the real reason. I left him a broken man with no one and that was the end of that.

  Now it was time to deal with my wife and get my home back on track. It was plain to see that her punishment had worked. I knew that once she gave her word I could trust it, and she now knew the worse thing that could happen if she fucked up so royally again and she didn’t want any part of it.

  I took her upstairs to our room and set her down on her feet. These last few days without her had been hard on my dick. The only time I don’t fuck her on a daily basis is when she’s given birth and needs to heal. But those times I’m usually prepared for the dry spell, this time I wasn’t.

  I headed to my nightstand and opened it while she stood in the middle of the room.

  “Come.” I dropped the ass plug and lube on the mattress and walked around behind her to slip the robe off her shoulders as she stood next to the bed.

  I kissed her flesh as it was exposed and ran my tongue over my brand on her neck. I ran my hands over her tummy from behind where my son or daughter lay and said a silent hello to my child. I’d been robbed of this too these past four days. “The baby’s okay, you’re sure?” She nodded her head and moved it to the side giving me better access to her neck.

  “You smell so good baby.” I lifted her breasts in my hands and rubbed my cock into her ass as I reacquainted myself with her body. I love taking her when she’s pregnant. My emotions are always high when I fuck her while she’s carrying my seed.

  I laid back on the bed and pulled her over me until her pussy was over my mouth and my cock bobbed under her lips. She licked the free flowing pre-cum from my cock tip before taking me into her mouth as I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit.

  I gabbed her hips and ate her pussy while she sucked me off. I wasn’t planning on waiting too long to fuck her, it had been too long and I needed to cum in my woman’s pussy, not her mouth. Needed to reseal our bond.

  She moved her pussy on my tongue until I caught her clit ring between my teeth. She came immediately, her pussy softening as she released her juice. I felt liquid on my lower stomach and thighs and knew her tits were leaking milk. That was enough for me.

  I reached beside me on the bed and got the lube, oiling her ass and the plug before sliding it
into her ass. “Turn around, I want to drink from you while we fuck.” I helped her turn around and seated her on my cock with her ass grabbed tightly in my hands. I pulled her all the way down until she’d taken me deep in her belly, ever careful of my child resting in her womb.

  I sucked down hard on her nipple and was amazed she still had anything left after feeding three kids around the clock. Her pussy went into overdrive when I tugged harder on her nipple and her sweet milk gushed onto my tongue. I had grown to love her breast milk almost as much as her pussy nectar and was always hounding her for tit once the kids had had their fill.

  Her pussy was extra wet; she’d missed me too and she rode my cock like it had been years instead of just a few days since I’d had her. “I won’t hurt the baby.” She knew what that meant and braced herself with her hands planted on my chest.

  I pulled her down harder on my rod and pounded my pierced cock up into her as I moved her ass every which way. I dropped one tit once it was drained and moved on to the next as I fucked her hard to make up for the days and nights we’d missed. I could feel the plug in her ass against my cock through the thin membrane inside.

  Reaching around I pulled the plug halfway out of her ass while driving my cock deep into her cunt and then slammed it back in when I pulled out. I kept that rhythm going until she screeched and begged me to let her cum, but I denied her.

  I looked across the room into the mirror where I had a perfect shot of her stuffed ass, my balls, and my cock as it pounded into her. The sight was too much for me to take and I bit into her neck as my thrusts sped up even faster. “Cum!”

  She moved wildly on my cock and I had to hold her hips so she wouldn’t hurt herself and my kid. Her orgasm seemed to last a long time as her pussy choked the hell out of my dick. I fucked her through three more orgasms before throwing her to her back with her legs over my shoulders and pinned back to her ears and emptied my nuts deep inside her milking pussy.