ANMELDENRoman She turns over slowly, settling onto her hands and knees, back arched, ass lifted for me exactly the way I told her to. I reach for the dildo I set on the table earlier, coating it with the slick already gathered between her thighs before pressing it against the tight ring of muscle she’s offered up so willingly.“Deep breath,” I tell her, and push it in.She screams, back bowing, and I pull the leash at the same moment, just enough to make her choke on the sound, her voice cutting off into something breathless and desperate.“Fuck, Daddy.” Her voice comes out wrecked when she finds it again. “That feels so good.”“Yeah?” I ease the toy in another inch, watching her body take it. “So what do you say?”“Thank you, Daddy.” She says it immediately, like the words have been sitting right there waiting.“Good girl.”I start working it in and out of her slowly, pulling the leash taut with every thrust so her breath catches each time, and her moans turn ragged, broken, the kin
RomanRaven crawls out of the cage on her hands and knees, black lace stretching tight over her hips and the soft curve of her ass. The collar sits pretty around her throat. I pick up the leash, wrap the end once around my fist, and give it a firm tug. She comes closer on command, knees sliding across the floor until she’s right between my spread legs.“There she is.” I reach down, tilting her chin up with two fingers, studying her the way I would anything else that belongs to me. “My sweet little girl. Coming so easy for Daddy.”“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes stay lowered, voice soft, obedient. “Show me how much you missed this.”She doesn’t hesitate for a second. She leans straight in, leash still taut in my fist, keeping her exactly where I want her, and drags her tongue slow and heavy over my balls, licking them like she’s starving for it. Wet, heavy strokes from the base of my sack all the way up, coating every inch in her spit. She takes her time, working her tongue under and arou
RomanI return early, just as I promised Raven. I take the first flight out because three days is the longest I’ve ever been away from my family, and by the time I board the plane, I can’t wait another minute to be home.When I walk through the front door, the house smells like coffee and toast, morning light spilling gold across the hallway floor. I’ve barely set my bag down when I hear the sound of small feet pounding across the kitchen tile.“Dada!”Nadir barrels into my legs at full speed, and I scoop her up before she can knock herself over with her own momentum, her small arms wrapping tight around my neck.“There’s my girl.” I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in, three days’ worth of missing this exact weight settled finally back where it belongs. “Did you miss me?”“Ye ye.” she says solemnly, patting my cheek the way she does when she’s decided something is very important. “Mud.”“Mud?”“She found the barn again,” Sarah says from the doorway, amused.
RavenA YEAR LATERI still find myself pausing on that number some mornings, standing at the kitchen window with coffee going cold in my hands, watching mist settle over the field the way it does most mornings here, and thinking, we actually made it a whole year.“Mama.”I turn to find Nadir wobbling toward me across the kitchen floor, arms out for balance, her small feet still figuring out this whole walking thing she’s decided to commit to over the past few weeks. She makes it three more steps before plopping down triumphantly on her bottom, entirely unbothered by the fall.“Look at you.” I scoop her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Such a big girl.”“Mama,” she says again, patting my face with one small hand, and then, brightening, “Dada?”“Dada’s in Boston, baby. He’ll be home soon.”Her face falls slightly, bottom lip pushing out, and I laugh despite the small ache it gives me too.“You miss him, don’t you?” I press my forehead gently to hers. “I miss him too. Three days is way
RavenRoman’s private jet waits on the tarmac, its engines already humming as we approach.Roman carries Nadir in his arms while our luggage is rolled behind us by his security team.A few hours later, the pilot begins our descent into Vermont, and I press my face to the window.We fly over rolling hills, endless forests, and scattered farms. My goodness, I’m already sold.When we step off the plane, the crisp air only seals it. It’s peaceful here. From the convoy of SUVs waiting for us, with Roman’s security already in position, to the quiet stretching in every direction, I know this is where I want us to build our life.The photos the realtor sent don’t do the place justice.We turn off the main road onto a long dirt driveway lined with maple trees just beginning to change, gold and red bleeding into green. At the end of it sits a farmhouse with a wraparound porch, its white paint slightly weathered, green shutters framing the windows, and smoke curling lazily from the chimne
RomanJames pulls up the long gravel drive, and the ranch stretches out ahead of us, quiet and worn, a few outbuildings already stripped bare, equipment gone from where it must have sat rusting for years before all this.I spot Rebecca near the fence line before she spots me, bent over one of the horses, carefully working something loose from its hoof. She looks up when she hears the car, and something crosses her face, surprise, maybe, before she manages to smooth it over.I get out and walk toward her.“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she says, straightening, wiping her hands on her jeans.“I said I would.”“You didn’t have to. If you didn’t want to.”“If I didn’t want to be here,” I say, “I wouldn’t be.”She studies me for a moment, like she’s trying to decide whether to believe that, and something in her posture softens slightly when she does.“I don’t know how to be a father to you,” I admit, because there’s no version of this conversation where pretending otherw
Raven“Vivienne is home. You will be nice to her.”That was what he called and told me when I was getting into the car.I am going to meet my soon-to-be stepmother. The irony of this whole situation is almost laughable.I am sitting in the back of this black limousine as James drives me to the pent
RavenI pull out my phone.Her name is Vivienne Cole. I’d known the name long before Roman ever did, everyone knew Vivienne Cole. She was Miss America at twenty-two, she has the kind of beauty that didn’t seem real, the kind you stared at as a little girl and genuinely wondered if she was a differe
Roman I have been in rooms with presidents. I have negotiated deals that made grown men sweat through their suits. I have buried a woman I loved and kept my composure at her graveside because my daughter needed me to be steady and I was. I am not steady right now. I knew she was coming. I had
Raven In a few minutes, I’ll see Roman again after three years apart, and God help me, I might lose my mind just thinking about it. James drives smoothly and unhurriedly, as if there is no such thing as urgency in the world. I’d forgotten that about him. I’d forgotten a lot of things about Boston







