“Do you think I could see her?”
“Just Emily. It would be great to catch up with her and Matthew. ”
When I said Mathew’s name, my father’s lips thinned, but he still nodded. I’m going to let them know it’s okay to enter the building.
I thanked my father for his unconditional love and support. Even though he was a cruel criminal, my dad always wanted what was best for me.
Dad quietly left, and Emily rushed in to surprise him. She followed Mathew behind her as she gathered a handful of bright balloons with well-wishes written on them. He seemed bemusedly content to be dragged wherever she pleased.
Emily sprinted up to me, eager to shake my hand, and in her excitement she let go of the balloons. Before they could drift away, Matthew grabbed them and tied the ribbons to the railing of my hospital bed.
With a sigh of relief, she called out my name, “Nicola.” After almost throwing herself on top of me, she settled for holding my hand instead. ” I’m sorry I worried about you. “Her beautiful sapphire eyes were streaming with tears.
Forcing my hand upward, I was able to remove them. “I’m alright, Sweetheart.”
I turned her face toward me and examined it by catching her chin between thumb and forefinger. Samule firing his rifle at her was one of the last images I could make out.
I locked eyes with Mathew, knowing he’d give me an honest answer. “How is she?”
“Physically, she appeared to be fine, but my memories were foggy, and I couldn’t remember everything that had happened after I was stabbed.”
Mathew drew her close by wrapping his arm around her waist. “She’s a fighter, our girl.” She’s fine.”
“Yes,” she insisted, “I’m fine.” “But you need to rest,” she said emphatically. “I’m going to call the nurse and get you some more pain relievers.”
“Don’t do it,” I insisted. “I’d like to speak with you. You both.”
Mathew dialed the nurse’s number. “Speak quickly. Then relax.”
I glared at him for being so arrogant, but I didn’t waste time arguing with him. “We’re leaving New York,” I announced. “Dad says we must.”
Mathew’s eyes shone with optimism. “What?”
“We’re leaving, Mathew. We’re free to go. They no longer want us here.”
“Really?” Emily exclaimed, her tears running faster. “Is it over? “Can we all return to Lasvagas now?”
“Do you want to go there?” I inquired of her. “You are not required to return if you do not wish to.”
“I’d like to return. I want to complete my education..”
I gripped her hand. “That’s exactly what we’ll do, Sweetheart.”
The nurse appeared, ready to give out more pain relievers. I considered refusing, but Mathew’s hard stare silenced me.
“When you wake up, we’ll be right here,” he promised.
Emily kissed me on the cheek. “Get some sleep. “Nicola, I adore you.”
Her loving words followed me down as I fell asleep again.
Mathew
Emily whimpered and squirmed in Nicola’s restraints four months later. Her arms were tied behind her back, from shoulders to wrists. Her stunning eyes were hidden behind a blindfold, and he’d just introduced her to a terrible new toy: nipple clamps.
He loomed behind her as she knelt in the center of the bed, caressing her skin in a teasing caress that drove her insane.
My fingers flew over the paper as my light pencil strokes caught the beauty before me. I used to sketch from memory, but as I became more serious about my painting, I want a live model. Emily was the ideal candidate for the position.
They assisted me in creating my sensuous paintings when I could peel her away from her studies and Nicola away from his lectures. I was gaining an internet following and was able to sell my artwork. I’d even begun earning enough to afford our expenses we’d purchased. Dad had given me some money and a “good riddance” on my way out of Lasvagas, but being with my new family-Nicola and Emily-made the pain of desertion go away. And being able to financially support us gave me a feeling of personal pride I’d never had before.
Emily threw out the sexiest little whimper, and I couldn’t stop myself. I laid my work aside and took a photo with my phone for future reference. My balls hurt and my dick throbbed as I tried to go into her. I couldn’t sit back and draw for another second.
I needed to fuck her and touch her. Nicola and I were just as hooked to her as we had always been. Our lovely, astute little goddess. She was concentrating on her studies, but I knew that her ultimate goal was to have a family. With the two of us. We made no effort to conceal our unorthodox connection now that we were no longer bound by our families’ expectations. We made our own decisions and lived our lives to make each other happy.
Nicola realized that I had put my job on hold. He gave me a nasty look and took the clamps off Emily’s nipples. As blood poured back to the tortured buds, she yelled and writhed. Nicola stroked her moist pussy, causing her cries to transform into a frantic little whimper.
I closed the gap between us and took off her blindfold. Her beautiful eyes were filled with erotic anguish as she looked up at me. She’d taken to Nicola’s games admirably, but I’d always be there to protect her when he was harsh with her.
I grasped her jaw and used my thumb to follow the line of her bottom lip.
I cooed, “Poor little godess.” “Did Nicola injure your lovely nipples?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said quietly, tilting her head back as Nicola stroked her swelling labia.
“I’ll kiss it well,” I assured as I knelt by the edge of the bed. I placed one of the abused buds between my lips, gently stroking the pain away with my tongue.
She gasped and pressed her chest against my lips, inviting more. I shifted my focus to the other breast, relaxing it as well. She started to groan and move her hips on Nicola’s palm after a minute, wanting more pleasure.
“I believe our girl should be banged,” I said Nicola.
“I agree,” he said, his voice deep with his own, deeper hunger. “She deserved it.”
“Yes,” she begged. “Please, Sir. Please, Daddy.”