Plans and Birthday Cake

3.

Ace

3 Months later

Growing up with my parents was hell until you wrapped your head around their methods of madness. It indeed was madness. When we were six, we all had to get a pet to take care of; mine was a black husky. A year and a half later, I was made to kill Frankie; they threatened the one thing I loved more. My siblings. I knew what they were capable of. We have been isolated, beaten, and starved all before age 10. The teen years were spent teaching us how to maximize pain in others and mastering combat and weapons.

They used the love we had for each other to motivate us. If we refused, they would make us watch as they hurt the sibling closest to us. My case was King. We would do anything to prevent each other from being harmed. We were bred to be unfeeling, yet it created a bond between us.

When Tess entered my life, she turned into a bright spot—becoming my addiction. I wasn’t sure how l could keep her hidden from my mother. She was something that I was unwilling to part with, and today was her birthday. Trying to figure out how to give her a great birthday was out of my wheelhouse.

All the while I have been trying to keep Tess off of mothers radar was constantly on my mind. I thought about breaking things off, but I couldn’t. Mother couldn't get the notion out of her head that I would marry Claire McGraw. I had no desire to marry someone that looked like your dick would contract frostbite from fucking her.

No, I was going to marry Tess one day, I mean, she is only 18, and I turned 25 in October. So, yeah, the age difference was there, but honestly, I didn’t give a shit. Tess has had to grow up fast, just like I have had to, in different ways, but she has been taking care of herself for years. Now she had me.

A month ago, Tess tried to take things to another level, but I stopped her and told her that couldn’t happen until her 18th birthday. I might be a monster with a very limited moral compass, but it still existed either way. I could feel my dick starting to get hard just thinking about today being her birthday. My hand and I have become very close these last couple of months.

I recruited Queenie to help me with my preparations for this evening. She was at least a female and still believed in romance. I entered the code to my wing of the building, walking down to the spare room where she was. She looks up at me, smiling. “Okay! I got Jack to distract to ensure you are not disturbed tonight.”

I groaned, thinking about how much that would cost me for Jack to run interception. Don’t get me wrong, Jack was great, but sometimes he liked to cash his IOUs in the most messed up ways. He honestly reminded me of Loki; he was always up to tricks, enjoyed stirring up trouble, and would usually bite me in the ass. “What’s his price?”

Queenie looked uncomfortable with that; Jack was her weak spot. Even though she knew his ways, considering he was her twin. They had a tighter bond than any of us. We all are close, King, Queenie, Jack, Joker, and I, but there was something about sharing a womb that made them closer. “I think this one might be free unless he has to deal with mother more than once. His words, not mine. But if anyone asks, you have a vicious case of diarrhea.” She smirks. “That was non-negotiable.”

I rolled my eyes but understood that it was a small price to pay, knowing the visual he was probably describing to everyone about my bathroom habits. “Should I look haunted tomorrow or walk funny?” I say with a straight face trying so hard not to smirk at the end.

Her eyes get round with excitement. “I am pretty sure that would make his month if you did that.”

I looked around the place and knew a case of vicious diarrhea was worth it. Queenie took one of the spare bedrooms, made it into a giant pillow room, and added a projector for movie watching. It looked like enough snacks and sweets to feed a small nation. I wanted her to feel special, and Queenie went above my expectations.

“I owe you big time, Queenie; you have officially outdone yourself,” I said, smiling at her knowing she has a soft heart that our mother sought to destroy, so she doesn’t get to show it often. I am thankful to be one of the few to see this side of her. She was the heart of the Deck, so she often had to play Cupid to get close to people.

“Yes, you sure do. I’ll cash that in one day when you hate whomever I end up dating one day.” She said, smirking, knowing full well how protective her brothers were of her, not to mention Joker. I feel sorry for the poor lad, but he would have to be pretty special to get our approval for Queenie.

“Since when have I been anything but welcoming to your boyfriends? Of all your brothers, I think I am the most accommodating.” We both knew that was a bald-faced lie; I looked at her as she began to fidget with her hands, one of the only ticks she couldn’t break. “You nervous about your training?”

Queenie gave me a sad smile before nodding, “this has been a wonderful distraction, but I know it’s not going to be good. I feel like I will not see you again for a while....” She trailed off, seeming like there was more to the story that she wasn't saying. I will not push her to reveal anything she doesn’t want to discuss. We all processed our training in our way; the sooner it was done, the sooner we could take control of our lives. It’s in our contracts for taking over the company and getting out from under our mother's thumb. I doubt there will be much humanity in ourselves by that point, but Tess gives me a little hope that I didn’t know I needed. She is my light, and she shines bright for me; I wasn’t about to let her go without a fight.

King and I have figured out a way to sneak Tess inside the compound, and we have trained Tess on the steps to follow. She knows what is at risk, or at least a watered-down version I gave her. For some reason, she sees me as a white knight rather than the boogie man I was. Maybe for her, I could be both all wrapped in one, only for her.

Tess enters my window, placing her hand on it knowing it will leave fingerprints on it, which usually annoys a part of my brain. That’s the beauty of Tess. The rules I have don’t seem to apply to her. I lift the window, keeping in mind all the changes I will make to this place once we fulfill the end of our contracts.

I quickly pull her into my arms, wrapping her up tightly before I tug her dirty blonde curls with my hand to lift her head to access her mouth. I kiss her roughly, almost as if to consume her; I know this is as close to heaven as I will ever get, and I am okay with that.

I pull her back, looking down at her lips which are a shade darker from the roughness of my kiss, which I will never apologize for. Her light green eyes look at me with so much heat at that moment that I almost forget the whole night's plan. I have in mind for her to pull her down into my bed for the remainder of the evening.

“I have so much planned for us for your birthday, but you make me forget myself,” I said slowly, trying to untangle myself from her.

“I look forward to it but after.” She said; as I opened my mouth to question her, she quickly pulled off her sweatshirt. Revealing a grey lace bra, you can see the rosy shade of her nipples as they poke through the fabric. She unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her thighs. She quickly steps out of them and tip-toes toward the bed, looking over her shoulder at me, smirking, looking like a goddess sent to tempt me.

Quickly, I toss off my shirt, running after her and tossing her over my shoulder while biting the peachy cheek of her ass on the way. Hearing her squeal and giggle makes me harder than I thought possible. I toss her onto my king-size bed, and she looks up at me and makes me feel like a god. I quickly kiss her belly before pulling down the lacy thong and tossing it away. I take a second to admire her; not one ounce of her is shy about her body. Nor should she ever be.

She smirks at me and lifts an eyebrow, “no time for foreplay?” She says almost mockingly, fully knowing how sexually frustrated we both were.

“Baby, there is always time for foreplay, and I am just admiring what I have wanted to feast upon for so long.” She looks up at me with a confused look before I fasten my mouth to her clit, then run my tongue along her tasting her for the very first time. I have always loved eating pussy. However, something about doing this to Tess makes me want to do this for her every day.

“What are you-?” she starts to say as I latch onto her clit while sucking and circling my tongue around the bundle of nerves. “Holy shit!” she exclaims, making me chuckle against her but not wanting to stop my assault on her, slowly inserting my fingers into her, feeling her get drenched on my fingers as I begin to make the ‘come here’ motion on her g-spot. I was bound and determined to see if she happened to be a squirter, and the tugging on my hair lets me know that I was for sure in the right place to find out.

“You taste like heaven,” I moan against her, lapping up her juices before working my tongue against her clit once more, wanting to taste her orgasm as it overtakes her. Before I bury myself inside of her and feel her come apart again.

Tess

Holy shit, the things he was doing to my body were setting me on fire; I felt like I would come unglued. “Ace!” I exclaimed as an orgasm crashed over me; I could feel myself clinch on his fingers, riding the waves of my orgasmic bliss. I could also feel my cheeks blush at the gush wetness I could feel. “I am sorry-” I began to say before he slid up my body to kiss me to silence me; I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Never apologize for cumming ever. ” He said, sliding down my body and pulling the cups of my bra aside to lick and suck at my nipples. My body arched against his; I couldn't help but look down, seeing the crown of his cock teasing my folds and flirting with my clit. I didn't even remember him getting undressed, but I was happy they were gone.

I groaned as I ground myself on his cock, wanting to take him inside but unsure how to communicate how much I needed to feel him inside me. As I moaned again, Ace took my mouth with his swallowing the moan that was coming out. He kissed me deeply as I continued to grind myself against the tip of his cock feeling so much pleasure from just the head. Chuckling against my lips, “patience, little one, one day I will take you bare until then.” He pulled back, pecking me on the lips one last time before pulling out a condom from his drawer.

I am glad one of us was thinking clearly because I was not, and the thought of a child with Ace excited me. This was not the right time. Watching him roll the condom down his length was erotic and terrifying at the same time. Holy shit, he was not a small man in any aspect of life; he was at least close to nine inches. I wasn’t positive that he would end up fitting inside of me. I have only had sex once, and Danny was apparently very disappointing in all areas.

He leaned down to kiss me again, his cock teasing my entrance. “Take your time, baby; let me know what you need. We can go an inch at a time if we need to.” He then sucked at my nipple and gently bit it before moving to the other.

My brain was in a fog, not thinking clearly about what he was saying, how he was instructing. As he went up to kiss me again and teased my entrance, I ground myself down, impaling him further than either of us intended. But I didn’t care. I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper. I was so wet that there wasn’t much resistance, just minor discomfort, and a little burning. It was so worth it.

As soon as his pelvis met mine, he stopped moving and looked down at where we connected. “You take my cock so beautifully and feel so fucking good.” He then pushed two fingers towards my mouth, “open.” I did as he asked and sucked both fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them; he pulled them free and began to circle my clit between his two fingers, using my saliva as lubricant. All the while slowly pulling his cock out before plunging back to the hilt. “Such a good girl. Can you come for me again, baby? I need to feel your pussy clench against my cock.” He began to increase his tempo while adding the correct pressure against my clit from his fingers and grinding his pelvis. I could feel the pressure building for me, climbing higher.

“That’s right, baby, let go for me.” His words were my undoing. I felt myself let go, my pussy spasming against his cock. Feeling like he had the green light, he began to pound into me, wanting to join me in the orgasmic bliss I was feeling, chasing his orgasm. I felt him stiffen, grunting as he filled up the condom.

He pulled back, kissing me and stroking my face before smiling. “I am amazed I lasted that long.” He chuckled. “Next time, I will make it better and longer, I promise.”

I looked up at his handsome face smiling and laughing “from where I am standing, that was pretty amazing. You can always try, though; I wouldn’t say no.”

Chuckling, he stood up and tied off the condom, throwing it in the waste can. “Getting greedy already, baby, I love it. Let me run you a bath, then get your birthday surprise.”

After getting out of the tub, Ace put me in a robe and some comfortable sleep pants that were my size. Assuring me that they were something he got for me for staying over. I was new to experiencing jealousy, but I didn’t want to wear something that belonged to another woman. The thought alone made my eye twitch with annoyance.

We had a beautiful night, watching movies while he held me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world. I hadn't had a good birthday since my dad died; you can't have a party while babysitting your mother. The sex work also seems to put a damper on inviting friends over. Not that I had anyone to invite over anyway.

I woke up to him kissing me around 4:30, informing me that he needed to get me back to the treehouse before everyone at the compound was awake. I didn’t know his mother, but I had already decided I hated her.

Ace kept assuring me that he had the plan to handle it; I just had to be patient, and within two years, he would be out from under her thumbs sooner if he could get the contract changed to have him running things until his siblings fulfilled their obligations. It felt like so much time when I knew it wasn’t in the long run, but it still felt like agony. I wouldn't say I liked the sneaking around, but it was worth it to see him every day.

I climbed up the tree house taking note of all the things Ace left for me. My treehouse is better than some apartments. I felt loved. He made me feel wanted, and I was in love with the feeling of it. The following week was more similar, and I knew this feeling would never get old.

Waking up from a nap, I check my phone and see I have a message. I stocked up the treehouse yesterday. I added insulation and a heater, but if it gets too cold, you know how to get into my room. If there is an emergency, reach out to King. I will be gone two weeks tops this time. Going to go dark; speak as soon as I can.