“Isn’t it agonizing not to be able to cum, Margarette?” Justin abruptly stops just as I'm about to reach the climax of my orgasm. As the vibrations on my clit continue to torment me, it has left me with an insatiable desire for more.Justin yanked my face closer to his torso at that point. My nose even brushed up against the very tip of his hot rod, and the heady, manly aroma that it exudes is making me even more hungry for it. I just couldn't give any indication as to how I will even attempt to get past this sensation.“I–I have no idea what you mean, Justin.” I honestly answered.Although that seems to be the case, I never even see any disapproving reactions from Justin. As a matter of fact, it seems as though he is even more pleased that I find everything he is saying to be a completely new detail I haven’t encountered before.Since I had never been sexually active before, I can honestly say that something like this had never occurred to me before. I have never even had a sexual e
As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the rays of the orange-hued afternoon sunlight that were streaming in through the windows had taken on a yellowish cast. I am puzzled seeing how I am inside a room that appears to be meant for a child, while here I am sitting on a rocking couch holding a child in my arms.It's a child, a young boy, and I'm holding him in my arms as he smiles and openly glimmers his green eyes, which are very similar to the green eyes that I have. The color of his eyes, jade, seemed to complement his jet-black hair well. It's almost as if when I look at him, I see a version of both myself and Justin fused together into a single person.When I think about it, my cheeks become flushed with a shade of red, and a spark of excitement goes off in my mind. Is it possible that I am holding our child right now? Wait! Do Justin and I really have a child together?The sensation of actually holding the child in my arms is so comforting that it's as if I'm melting deep within my
“Margarette?” It’s already morning. I didn’t realize that I have been here that quite long. Hearing Justin calls out my name, just instantly brought me back out of my dream. That is why it is just now that I realize that I am just having a dream. Justin is here and alive. And seeing him this close to me in one piece abruptly made me want to hug him out of reflex.For some reason, Justin didn’t say a single word again after I clasped my arms around him. Perhaps, he, too, is surprised by my sudden reaction. I can feel that he seems a little shocked, knowing that I don’t normally do such a thing.And yet, here I am, hugging him tightly as if I never want him to go. This is all just because I had that dream—no, it’s actually more like a nightmare to me. Who wouldn’t call it a nightmare when I had to go through such an ordeal facing that horrible sight of the lifeless Justin before me as I held in my hand our dead son.And then that suddenly rings me, why did I suddenly dream of that sce
Despite how many times I already told Justin that I didn’t want to come with him. He still insisted that I go with him. His persistence over the matter is so dominating that I can’t even make any attempt to insist on what I truly want. In the end, I just settled in letting him drag me along with him.I even remember from earlier that he immediately pulled me off the bed just to push me inside the bathroom to change. Although I knew that he only did that to make sure that I can finally get on the clothes he provided, I still find it rude of him to actually force me. Can he at least wait for me to adjust to the fact that I am actually wearing his clothes. I am not that much of a picky person, however, wearing his clothes would only confirm that I have become his woman.We make our way out of the mansion of the Montefalcos in a very nonchalant manner; however, despite the fact that it appears to be quite simple for Justin, it is actually quite difficult for me. There is a small part of
The long drive didn’t last that much compared to what I had thought. Perhaps it is just me, but I’d like to believe that Justin intentionally asked the driver to make a stop here knowing that I have been acting distant from him despite how many times he made an attempt to interact with me.“When was the last time you went out to bring me with you?” I suddenly asked.“I actually don’t remember but hey, I’m trying to make it up right?” Justin replied and although I should feel some butterflies in my stomach, I simply couldn’t help but still feel some pain along it.It’s not like I don’t even notice it, however, I am just afraid that if I even made another push to divert my focus into him again that I might not actually be able to get away from it again. Justin had this very strong skill for dominating me.It always makes me wonder why I can’t seem to get away from his dominating presence. It’s like I've always been bound to submit myself to him. What makes things more odd is the fact t
I just feel like I want to completely disappear right now. It took me a little while to realize that Justin was the sole owner of the yacht before the thought occurred to me. “You own all of these as well.” What I'm experiencing right now is remarkably close to the sensation of contracting from my current position. “That’s fine, it’s not something to be proud of really. We already had this car twenty years since this place was even born.” Justin replied.Because of how embarrassed I am right now, I don't even have the courage to become irritated with him. I just can't bring myself to do it.Before turning his attention back to me, Justin had been looking at something on his phone. Suddenly, however, he stopped doing that and looked at me. When he looked at me again, I had the sudden sensation that a hot rush of blood was rapidly splashing within the cheeks of my face. It happened as soon as he laid his eyes on me again. Maybe it's because I've been completely embarrassed that I'm
I had to put on an act of laughing right in front of the saleswoman. Although at the back of my head, I was very pleased that he told her I am his wife. A sign of affirmation that Justin may seem oblivious to my feelings. As soon as I realized that the saleswoman seemed to be believing what I said, given the way that she returned what I said with a shy smile, I quickly prodded Justin at the side for making such a comment.His subsequent actions, however, only made matters worse. Justin grabbed my arm and yanked me to his side as he put his arm around my shoulders. He then added, "Make sure that my wife over here will find comfort in the clothes you'll offer," as if to emphasize the absurdity of the situation.” Almost immediately, Justin made it sound as though I was denying him as my partner to the saleswoman, as he emphasized that I am already his wifee two separate times. This gave off the impression that I was the one lying. Now that he brings it up, I suddenly have no idea how I
Usually, I would shrug off these kinds of occurrences as though they were completely nothing. However, looking at them right at this moment made me all of a sudden feel as though something hidden deep within me is about to blow up any second now.When I opened the door to the other dressing room, which was right next to the one where I tried on my dress, my eyes widened in shock as I saw that it was actually Justin and the saleswoman making out inside. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.I usually only see this in movies, and I can honestly say that not once in my entire life have I ever entertained the thought of actually being able to witness it happening in real life. At this point, the only sensation that I could detect within me was one of complete numbness.At the same time, it feels like a bomb is ticking inside of me, and I'm just waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger so that it can finally go off. And it seems as though that trigger has been pulled apparently by
Life had finally settled into a rhythm of peace and hope. Lucas’s laughter filled our home once more, a sound that had been sorely missed. Between his art classes, playdates with Tomas, and the ever-growing bond we shared as a family, it felt like we were finally healing from everything that had once threatened to tear us apart.Then one sunny morning, Leon dropped a bombshell—albeit a good one.I was in the kitchen making breakfast, flipping pancakes while Lucas sat at the counter, coloring in a new superhero drawing he’d started. Whiskers sat curled up at Lucas’s feet, occasionally glancing up with hopeful eyes that some pancake crumbs might fall his way.Leon walked in, unusually chipper, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Morning, my loves," he said, kissing the top of Lucas’s head before coming over to plant a soft kiss on my cheek."Morning," I replied, smiling at him as I slid a pancake onto Lucas’s plate. "You’re in a good mood. Did you finally win the argument with your board
The weeks following the successful playdate saw even more progress in Lucas. His confidence grew steadily, and he began to thrive not just at daycare but also at home. He laughed more, shared his thoughts openly, and no longer hesitated to express his feelings. Leon and I couldn’t have been prouder.One evening, as Leon returned from his office, he handed me an envelope with the daycare's logo on it. "This came in the mail today," he said, raising an eyebrow.I opened it, curiosity bubbling within me. Inside was a beautifully handwritten letter from Lucas’s teacher, Mrs. Ellison:Dear Mr. and Mrs. Kwartz,I wanted to personally reach out to commend the remarkable progress Lucas has made over the past few weeks. His enthusiasm, kindness, and leadership in the classroom have been inspiring. Recently, he even took it upon himself to comfort a classmate who was feeling left out, demonstrating empathy far beyond his years.Thank you for being such supportive and loving parents. Lucas is a
The weeks following my election as PTA president were a whirlwind of meetings, new policies, and adjustments. Despite the challenges, there was a renewed energy at the daycare. Parents began to engage more, the teachers reported fewer incidents, and Lucas was slowly finding his confidence again.But one afternoon, as Leon and I arrived to pick Lucas up, we noticed something that stirred our concern. Lucas was sitting on the playground bench, his expression distant as other children played around him.I immediately walked over and knelt beside him. "Lucas, sweetheart, is everything okay?"He looked at me, his eyes hesitant, and then nodded. "I’m okay, Mommy," he murmured, but his tone was unconvincing.Leon crouched on his other side. "Buddy, you can tell us anything," he said gently. "We’re here for you."Lucas hesitated before finally speaking. "I just… I feel like everyone’s watching me now, like they’re waiting for me to mess up."My heart broke at his words. Even though we had made
After the harrowing revelation about Lucas's bullies, I couldn’t just sit idly by and let things fester. My maternal instincts kicked into overdrive, and I knew I had to step in—not just for Lucas, but for every child who might be suffering silently.That’s how I found myself signing up as a candidate for the Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) presidency. I needed a platform to address the bullying issue directly, and what better way than to hold a position of influence within the daycare?My decision wasn’t met without resistance. Sandra Murphy, the long-time president of the PTA and practically the daycare’s unofficial queen bee, wasn’t too thrilled about my sudden entry into the election.“Oh, Margarette,” she said with a tight smile during one of our encounters. “Running for PTA president is a big responsibility. Are you sure you’re ready for something so...demanding?”I matched her smile, refusing to back down. “I think being a mother is already a demanding job, Sandra. This is jus
The days that followed Aunt Lou’s visit brought a glimmer of hope. Lucas seemed to find solace in Tomas’s presence, and the change in him was undeniable. The dark cloud of fear that had hung over him was slowly lifting, replaced by moments of joy that warmed my heart.Each time Tomas visited, Lucas’s laughter grew louder, his smiles brighter. They would sit for hours, coloring, building block towers, and sharing secrets only they could understand. Tomas had a way of grounding Lucas, reminding him of simpler, happier times before everything changed.One evening, as the boys built a fort in the living room, I found myself leaning against the doorway, watching them with a mix of awe and gratitude. “He looks so much happier,” I murmured to Leon, who had come up behind me.Leon wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Tomas is good for him. It’s like he’s helping Lucas remember how to just be a kid again.”After weeks of improvement, Leon and I decided it was time to take another step forward—
It was a quiet afternoon, the kind of day that seemed to stretch endlessly as Leon and I watched over Lucas. He was resting in the living room, his favorite blanket wrapped tightly around him as he sat on the couch, flipping aimlessly through a picture book. His usual enthusiasm was still absent, and every little thing he did reminded me of how much he had endured.The doorbell rang, cutting through the silence. I glanced at Leon, who nodded and went to answer it. A moment later, Aunt Lou stepped in, her warm smile a welcome sight.But she wasn’t alone.Standing beside her was a little boy, probably around Lucas’s age. He had a neatly combed head of dark curls, bright eyes, and a shy smile. He clutched a small gift bag in one hand and looked up at me with an almost exaggerated politeness.“Hello, Aunt Margarette,” he said, his voice clear and respectful. “I’m Tomas. May I please see Lucas?”I blinked in surprise, glancing at Aunt Lou for an explanation.“Tomas is Lucas’s best friend f
The next few weeks felt like a delicate balancing act. Every decision we made revolved around Lucas—his routines, his therapy sessions, and his healing process. Despite the difficulties, Leon and I were committed to staying strong for him.One afternoon, during one of Lucas’s therapy sessions, Dr. Marlow invited Leon and me to join him. It was a special session meant to bridge the gap between Lucas’s inner fears and his trust in us as his parents.Lucas sat on a small couch, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. He looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes as Dr. Marlow guided us through an activity.“Lucas,” she said gently, “can you show Mommy and Daddy how you feel when you think about the scary day?”Lucas hesitated, then slowly drew a picture on a piece of paper. It was a simple but heartbreaking image—a stick figure of a small boy surrounded by dark shadows.I felt my chest tighten as I knelt beside him. “That must have been really scary, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice tr
That evening, after Lucas had gone to bed, Leon and I sat in the living room. The soft hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in the room.“Today was a good day,” Leon said, his voice quiet but hopeful.I nodded, leaning against him. “It’s a start. Seeing him smile again… it reminded me that we’re not losing him completely.”Leon’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. “We won’t lose him, Margarette. He’s strong, just like his mom.”I gave a small laugh, wiping away a tear. “And his dad.”Leon kissed the top of my head. “We’ll get through this. No matter how long it takes, we’ll get our boy back.”Just as we were beginning to settle into this new rhythm, the phone rang late one evening. It was one of the detectives working on Lucas’s case.“We’ve made progress,” the detective said. “We’ve located a potential lead on the kidnappers’ whereabouts. It might be connected to Kent’s operation.”My heart skipped a beat. “Do you have proof?”“Not yet, but we’re closing in. We’ll need Le
A few days later, Leon received a tip from one of his investigators. They had uncovered a series of encrypted messages between Kent and an unknown contact, detailing payments and plans that aligned with Lucas’s kidnapping.“This is it,” Leon said, his voice steely as he showed me the evidence.My stomach churned as I read the messages. “So, what happens now?”“I hand this over to the authorities,” Leon said, his tone firm. “But I’m not stopping there. Kent needs to know that he messed with the wrong family.”I placed a hand on his arm. “Leon, I want justice too, but we have to be careful. Lucas needs us to be here for him.”Leon’s eyes softened, and he pulled me into a hug. “I know. I’ll make sure we’re protected. I promise.”That night, as Lucas slept peacefully for the first time since the ordeal, Leon and I sat together, watching over him.“We’ll get through this,” I whispered, leaning into Leon.He wrapped an arm around me, his gaze fixed on Lucas. “We will. And we’ll make sure he