Tess10I forgot how overwhelming and all-consuming being around Ace was. I didn't know if he just wanted Winnie, and I just happened to be a bonus. If Winnie wasn't in the picture, would he still want me? Would he have turned me away if I had returned and needed help?I have never stopped wanting him; I believed the worst of him and left. He has every right to hold a grudge against me. Years' worth of anger and resentment cannot just disappear.I wanted to believe that could be true, that maybe I was enough. Perhaps the love we had was genuine. He used to tell me I was the only thing that made him feel. Being in love with a dangerous man like Ace was terrifying and amazing. Having his passion and his heart made me feel powerful. That is silly in a way, but it was true.I wanted to give Winnie a sibling, something I never thought possible. But now was the wrong time to do so. Maybe I will talk him into at least using condoms because I have flashbacks of raising Winter alone. It was so
Tess I could feel Ace’s mood the whole rest of the night. The intensity shone through no matter how much he smiled and played with Winnie. Or maybe it was because I was so in tune with him? I just wanted to make it better; whatever it was, I just wanted to fix it. I was terrified that I had made it worse. My anxiety was off the charts right now. I don’t do well when there are unresolved issues in front of me. The what-ifs of everything were just too much. I am sure I will start breaking out in hives before too long. Finally, Winnie began to yawn, and we moved to Ace’s king-size bed. We told stories until she fell asleep between the two of us. Above her head, Ace locked eyes with me and motioned with his head towards the door. We closed the door quietly, and I couldn’t keep it in. “I am sorry, there is just so much going on, and I don’t know how to handle it,” I said as he walked close, gently grabbing me by the back of the neck. “Talking after. Go into your old room.” He said, lead
AceHolding Tess tightly against my chest, completeness I never thought I would have settled over me. It probably shouldn't make me want to go on a killing spree, but it does. I pick up the phone and text the group. I hope they are ready for witch-hunting because it's the witching hour approaching for Claire.I need them safe. Let's find Claire's group before mother does. We need to find her group of supporters because she will die either way. The conversation with mother solidified her fate, and I would rather find her first. My priorities have been all over the place, and now I think I have Tess in a headspace that I want her to be in. My methods might have been strange, but I am more of a show rather than tell kind of person.As much as I want to sit here and hold her while she sleeps, I cannot risk Winnie waking up and finding us not in bed with her. I fully intended to keep my promise of a slumber party. Instead, I quickly admire her naked form, trying to get out of bed without
Tess I wake up and stretch in bed not wanting to get up but just to bury my head under the covers for a few hours before thinking about moving. Unfortunately, my bladder is in control and reminds me of pressing matters that need to be attended to before anything else can happen. Lifting my head I look around the room. Ace is nowhere to be found, and Winnie is also missing. Where I will find one I will find the other I am assuming. That thought makes me smile to myself. How amazing is it that Winnie has both her mother and her father now? I really thought I would be raising her solo just a few weeks ago. Now everything is changed in a matter of days, and I couldn't be happier. Well, happy, along with little sore in certain places. I cannot help the blush that raises to my cheeks as I think about last night. I never thought I would be one that would enjoy a good spanking, but here I am living and breathing proof that, yes, I like a good spanking. I feel oddly more secure right now
AceWalking out of the elevators to go and check on Joker's progress with Claire, I feel my heart hardening again. The further I am away from my girls, the less I start to feel again. It's what I have to do; the two parts of me have to live in harmony, but I never want to have to make them see this side of me. They help me feel things I never thought possible for a man like me when I am around them. I hope one day my siblings experience what I get to every time I go home.Joker is inside the interrogation room, with a mirrored wall, so we can watch what is happening inside. King was standing there, his body rigid as he watched what was transpiring in the other room. I can hear Joker playing Smooth Criminal and him laughing at her as she cries and starts mocking her. Then, finally, King picks up the walkie connected to Joker's ear and says, "Ace is here."Joker takes the knife and runs the blooded blade's smooth side across her mouth. Wiping the blade off across her mouth and cheeks, t
Tess Shooting out of bed, I fall onto the floor and scoot backward until my back is against the wall, looking around the room. My heart was pounding, and cold sweat was forming over my body. I can't seem to catch my breath. My body is shaking. I know it was just a dream, but it felt so real. My eyes keep darting around the room, watching for movement. Triple checking that no men with guns were taking Winnie away from me. Ace jumps up from the bed, looking around for the threat that has me panicked. Understanding must have dawned on him because he is sitting in front of me telling me to slow my breathing down. But I just can't. I feel him pull my body to his, and I hear the steady beat of his heart against my ear. I close my eyes and concentrate on that noise, reassuring myself that everything is okay. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth. I keep telling myself and only focus on breathing and Ace's heartbeat. Pulling back slightly when the panic subsided, I felt so f
AcePlanning a war along with a shotgun wedding was strange. One minute I was sending people to raid mother's supporters. Next, I perform background checks on different photographers. I needed to get ahead of my mother. I was tired of playing defense, but I knew it was a smart move.Letha has beefed up our security systems and had alerts on specific searched keywords. We were setting traps, and now we hope a rat decides to sneak into a carefully disguised trap set for them. I could only hope that it was that easy. However, the evil cunt that brought us into the world was probably more intelligent than that. We can only hope, in any case.According to King and Jack, Letha was the perfect addition to the team, and I couldn't help but be so pleased by this. I liked Rainbow Brite. She seemed like someone that you would want on your side.Jack has installed the nanny camera for Tess and has now been roped into playing with Winnie. She is obsessed with him and has him watching a unicorn ser
TessToday was my wedding day. It felt like any other day, except I was being pampered. It has been almost a month since we arrived, and everything has changed. We have gotten into a beautiful routine that I never wanted to leave. Ace looked exhausted. He was coming to bed late and up before anyone else even thought to be awake.He was trying his best not to show how much this was taking a toll on his body. Determined to cut his mother out, determined to protect Winnie and me was what was driving him anymore. I worry about how healthy it is for everyone; at least Winnie is delightfully blind to the stress around us.Stress was either the reason for the way my body was feeling, or Ace had gotten his wish. I hope it was just stress. I have been pulled in so many directions lately, and I haven't voiced that I wanted a test because that would give him a sense of hope along with an extra stressor if it were positive. So, for now, I am living in blissful denial of many of life's issues that
JokerHer pussy is delicious as I continue to lap and suck. She leans forward, and my concentration gets broken for a second. I lock back in, and I pull her clit is now in my mouth. Which gives me access to let my fingers join the fun. She is wet enough as I tease two fingers around her hole. Not giving her any warning, I shove them both inside of her while sucking on her clit. I have wanted to do this for so long that I am making every second I have with her count. If I never get to do this again, this will have to live on in my head for the rest of my life. All the sounds she is making are music to my ears and makes me never want to stop. I feel her tighten around my fingers. I know her body inside and out, and I'm determined to show her that nobody can make her feel what I can. All the mental notes that I have made over the years from watching her are paying off. Finally, it's my turn to play. However, nothing could have prepared me for how good her mouth would feel. She swallows
Queenie Joker opens my door for exactly ten minutes. He is efficient, and even though that normally would please me. I pour another drink, hoping the burn of the bourbon will calm me down. The first one has done nothing to calm the rage I feel. The asshole moves closer to me, and that damn mark on his neck taunts me once more. It taunts me as I think of all the reasons she must be better than me. I grip my glass tight, and before I know it, I let my anger win as I launch it at his head. Joker’s quick reflexes kick in, and he ducks out of the way, and the glass connects to the wall, shattering. He knows what I am annoyed with and scoffs. “Seriously? How often have I had to see you get fucked or even hear it?” He moves so I am in his sight, and I can’t believe he is starting this conversation. I figured he would want to tiptoe around it like he normally does. He is the expert at dodging complicated issues with us. “That’s different, and you know it! I didn’t want to be with any of t
JokerNowI walk after Queen, trying to have this out here rather than in her apartments. What can I do to get her to squish this between us? I almost lost her all those years ago. I cannot do that again. I have to bite my fist as I walk behind her. Her ass looks amazing in those pants. Whoever invented yoga pants was in my good graces. The blood that stains them makes it that much hotter. After watching her kill Randall I didn't think I could want her more. However, I am so very wrong in that thought. This speed she maintains while walking, as I try to get her to listen to reason. She is so stubborn and I get that I fucked up but can't we just move past this? “Queen, can we just put this to bed?”My beautiful Queen turns around, glaring at me; she raises her pointer finger at me. I honestly think she might stab me if she had a knife. Instead of stabbing me, she jabs her pointer finger at me, poking me in the chest. She was a sexy, vengeful goddess, her face splattered with blood. He
Queenie Packing for a mission that I don’t want to be on in the first place is putting me in a piss poor mood. I went to the gym and beat the ever-living shit out of a punching bag, picturing the crying bitches face. The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do. Someone to take charge of me in the bedroom. Someone that can blow my mind by shutting the damn thing off. I cannot seem to focus enough on my pleasure. My mind is always getting away from me. It might be time to face facts and realize that the toys that line my closet will be the closest thing to a rel
QueenieDesk duty, training and recruiting was now my life. My brothers were all supportive of me stepping back from fieldwork. I think they were all a little relieved, nothing like watching or hearing about your sister having sex with marks. Not that any of them would slut shame me, of course.I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy desk duty, but I love it. More or less, I get to help organize missions and helping coordinate people. It thrilled Ace about that aspect took some of the pressure off him. The man thought he had to shoulder all the Deck’s burdens on his shoulders. We all were capable. He doesn’t enjoy ordering us around unless he has to.I didn’t play with Barbies when I was little. Mother wouldn’t have allowed that. Instead, we would run strategies with army men. She had members of cartels, the mafia, military generals, and officials who owed her favors, and taught us everything. She created her own personal army generals with her children.We were the clay, and she molded us to
I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati
Three years later.QueenieMissions with Joker were always difficult for me. It had been three years since he rescued me and helped me. We agreed to never talk about that time ever again. I decided to do this in silence, neither needing to say it out loud.He was the only one to know my shame, was the only one to see me in such a state. My blood-soaked vigilante looked like the angel of death coming to rescue me. I touch myself to that thought often.This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another.Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to h
Queenie**Trigger warnings ahead - Sexual Assault, loss of fertility. Unsure of how long I have been here, my whole body hurt. They swelled my right eye shut, and my left was burning from a cut in my eyebrow. I'm pretty sure my arms are out of socket, but I might as well not dwell on that. I doubt there was a spot on me that was unmarked. At some point, I stopped fighting everything. I would close my eyes and picture the one person I wanted. Every masked man was Joker. At some point, it would start bringing me pleasure rather than pain.This ended up working to my advantage. They didn’t enjoy me finding pleasure in their torture. That thought made me smile, and my dry, cracked lips bleed. I hope they will let me go, or at least kill me. I would be thankful for death and embrace it like my friend. I no longer have the will to fight any longer.I hope my brothers and Joker kill Mother and these men for this. It was hard to fathom that a mother could do this to their child. There was no
Five years earlier...**Trigger warnings ahead of mentions of sexual abuse, sexual assault, physical and mental abuse**JokerI wake up still fighting invisible forces. My head throbs worse than any hangover could, but all I know is that I have to get to Queenie. Her voice screaming out in fright still rang in my ears, and I could do nothing to stop it. My eyes dart around the room, looking for a way out. I could not break the restraints that held my arms prisoner, to my dismay. I can hear them creaking, and I know that at some point, they will give way. This gives me motivation. As much as my body aches, I pull myself up before I let myself drop back down. Fuck, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I knew it would break.The large tv turns on in front of me, surprising me and throwing me off balance. Regina was staring at me with a look of victory already written on her face. A sense of calm runs throughout my body. This is just a training mission. I must endure whatever she thinks wil