"Let's set a camp here," Desmond announced. "Near the lake would be suitable. What do you think, Sander?"That was what Desmond thought when we finished our morning meal and we were taking a stroll around the vacation house. We happened to halt in front of the lake which Sander didn't hesitate to wade in the water."Hmm!" Sander said. "Or a picnic. We haven't done it back in the pack, Papa."Desmond nodded. "We can do that. I shall tell George to make preparations.""No," I chimed in. Desmond looked at me, creasing his forehead. "You know that I do not want anyone who shall make the preparations," I said unhappily.At first, Desmond was perplexed at my words. It took him a few moments before he realized what I meant. He smiled. "Ah, yes. Indeed. I have forgotten. My apologies, seraphim. I shall not do that then."I almost frowned when he called me in that endearment again. I just ignored it and glanced at Sander who was looking at us."Is there something wrong?" I asked because he had
I woke up early this morning to prepare the food we needed for our picnic. I made sure that I woke up before Desmond so I could handle everything.But I hadn't gotten started yet when Desmond arrived. "Good morning," he greeted. "You're early, seraphim."I wanted to retort back but I realized it was way better to have him. My heart flipped upside down when he settled beside me."Is there anything I can do to help?" Desmond asked."Stay away." I distanced myself away from him.As stubborn as he was, Desmond went beside me. Our skin grazed each other making me feel shivers down my spine."Desmond..." I almost growled in annoyance."I want to help." He smiled sheepishly. Then his face drew closer to me. "What food should we prepare, seraphim?" he asked in his dark hoarse voice. I didn't answer him, rolling my eyes. "Can I have you for myself?"I glared at him, realizing that this man was pestering me until he got what he wanted. And was he trying to seduce me with that action of his?Wai
I was left astounded at that action coming from Desmond, wide-eyed. I received jolts of sparks flowing in my skin when he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.His tongue sought entrance inside my mouth, asking for an invitation. I clung to his neck, wanting him more as we were both entangled with each other.I questioned how I ended up in this situation again. Why was I inside Desmond's arms and I was allowing him to smash his lips in mine?And how dare I respond back to him? When did I even do that?Why did his lips feel so right with mine?Desmond slowly parted. I slowly peeled my eyes open, following his lips again. But when I heard a soft warning growl coming from him."Our son is here, seraphim..." he whispered near to my ear, leaving wet kisses.His words felt like a bucket of ice threw me. I pushed him away from me and immediately looked at Sander who was covering his ears, still turning his back on us.I mindlessly touched my wet lips, looking at Desmond with an unbelievable
Our picnic was finished. Sander already fell asleep in his father's arms as soon as we headed back to the house."I'll prepare our supper," Desmond said without looking at me.I only shrugged. He fell silent ever since we had come back. Sander thought that Desmond was sick at that time but he reasoned out that he was jaded for a while.It was not my fault if he was being like that. After all, Desmond thought that I could easily be persuaded again if he kept uttering such sugar-coated words.No. I was going to protect my heart this time. He would never hurt me again just like what he did in the past.Since I had nothing to do, I decided to come down and went to the kitchen area. I came to see the agitated kitchen personnel since Desmond was the one who was handling the kitchen now.So, he really was serious that he was the one preparing for our supper, huh?I turned my back. It was not my business to worry about what to eat.What I must do now was to confirm my suspicions. I changed my
"Your answer?" Desmond asked in a dark sensual tone while his fingers were swirling in the few strands of my wavy blonde hair.Nervous, I looked into his eyes.He wanted me to visit his chambers tonight. Shit... I knew it would end up in that condition.And I couldn't say no to that since I told him that I would do anything so he wouldn't dare to separate me from our son."Yes..." I gulped, answering him.But he didn't look satisfied with my answer. "You know I am still doubting you, seraphim. Your answer doesn't make me convinced that—""Yes, cinnamon." I cut him off.I knew what he was trying to mean. He sounded unsatisfied because he had been wanting my endearment to him to be used to calling on him.My theory was right as soon as Desmond's alluring lips curled up into a smile. "Good." His knuckles brushed against my cheek. "You know how to read the room, Seraphina."I shivered at what he said and the sensation he made me want to feel."Return to your post," Desmond ordered coldly.
He didn't wait for my response. Desmond took my hand as we both went in front of the mirror. Then he opened it.Ah, yes... Our secret room here in the vacation house was behind the mirror.We both planned it for entertainment for our... sex life before. Or more likely, Desmond made it for me.This room was soundproof as well. This was made in case we had gotten to have a pup and we wanted to minimize our lovemaking noises.However, this room was no simple room with a bed only.I shivered to see the saltire cross attached to the wall, the chains hanging from the ceiling, different flogging and riding crops depending on the walls, and even handcuffs. The red-carpeted walls and ceilings gave me a very sensual vibe. The whole room was illuminated with scented red candles as well.I gulped upon seeing them again. It has been seven years since I last saw them. Nothing had changed. This was supposed to make me feel nervous right now but why did not I find it to myself right at this moment?I
Even though his expression looked solemn, I knew that he was pleased with the words I uttered."Do you still remember your safe word?" he asked. He even took a blindfold on the bedside table and covered my eyes."Yes..." I said softly."Tell me.""Orchid." My favorite flower...Desmond bent me down until the cheeks of my bottom were exposed to him. I shivered in delight when he teasingly grazed the tip of the crop to my bottom."Have you missed the pain, seraphim?" Desmond asked darkly before he hit the other cheek of my bottom.Biting my lower lip, as my arousal heightened from having my eyes covered, I hissed in pain as well each time he struck me while he made me count."Yes, cinnamon."I could tell that they would leave red marks. I moaned softly when he hit me again."Ten..." I counted softly.At that moment, I felt unsatisfied that he was going easy on me. I was about to open my mouth to beg him to strike me harder but Desmond must have heard my silent wish because the way he st
"Mama!"The door swung open revealing Sander who had a worried expression on his cute, handsome face. He immediately jumped into the bed and buried his face in my stomach."What's wrong?" I asked softly and looked up to see Desmond bringing a tray of hot soup."Papa said that we cannot leave today. He said that you are sick," Sander said as he climbed to the bed and cupped my face. "Are you alright, Mama?"I nodded my head and caressed his wavy hair. "Yes, I am actually alright. But your Papa said that I must stay here." I glared at Desmond who just snorted and shook his head."Don't believe your Mama, Sander. Mama is definitely not alright," he said and sat on the edge. "Come here. Don't sit on your Mama's lap." He immediately took Sander away from my lap and brought it to him."I am perfectly fine." I squinted my eyes at him. "You are overreacting." I meant he only hit me with the riding crop and the ointment he used on my buttocks already healed the pain searing in my skin yet Desm