Novel & Cerita Mommy, Look! Daddy Is Kneeling Again!

"I'll be there in a second honey" Damien's brows creased on hearing a kid's voice and was she just addressed as a mum? Kelvin bolted to the door and forced his little frame to take a look at the person his mum was talking to.. "Daddy!! are you finally here to marry my mummy?" Kelvin's giddy voice came through excitedly..

The child frowned and looked at her Mommy. “Yes, it's Daddy. Please let Daddy come to you. Daddy missed you,” he started taking slow steps toward the child, and when he finally got to her and saw that she said nothing and just kept staring at him in a confused manner, he rushed and hugged her while kneeling on the floor.

He yanked his bloody white shirt open and placed his hands on his chest. “Get me a gauze!” He roared. Milo’s booming voice jolted Nadia from stupor and she yelled. “Papa!” She rushed down the stairs and fell beside her father. Seeing how his white wedding shirt was dyed red, Nadia’s wail grew louder. The room reeked of blood, but the child couldn’t care about anything else when she saw the state her father was in. “Uncle Milo, please save my Daddy!... Please, I beg you!”

“He smells super safe Mommy I promise!” I went down slow on one knee, water still dripping off my hair and jacket, hands shaking so bad I had to clench them so the kids wouldn’t see. I looked at Riley first—she looked like she was gonna pass out then looked back at the twins who were staring at me like I was Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny combined. “Hey little man…” I said, voice all rough and cracked. “Hey princess… I’m your daddy.” They both went super quiet for like three whole seconds, just blinking those huge silver-gold eyes at me.

"And Mommy loves him. She tells him all the time. She always says things like….uh, 'Dada, you're my superhero!' And Dada says, 'You're mine too, Mommy!' They always hold hands, and they read me stories together. And now we're a real family, with Mommy, Dada, and me! My mommy, Reigna, and my dada, Carlisle! We live in the big penthouse now! We're the bestest family!" The man’s gaze drifted back to the big mango tree, to Mommy and Dada, who were now sharing a gentle kiss, a soft, happy moment under the leaves, their faces close. He watched them, a long, deep sigh escaping him. His shoulders seemed to slump a little, like he was carrying something heavy.

“Please forgive me, Hayley. Give me another chance to prove to you how much I love you. Give me another chance to be the best father to our children.” While everything was happening, I had completely forgotten that Adriel and Adriella were in the dining, and could listen in on our conversation. It wasn't until Adriel’s question came that I remembered. “Mommy, is Uncle here our Father?” Stuttering, I turned to him. “Go to your room. Take your sister to your room, and stay with her.” But Adriella persisted, “Why is he kneeling?” Damon did not say anything all along, so did Lanie.

His blows inch dangerously close to where I need him most, and I open myself wider, desperate. “Red, orange, green, kitten. Say it with me. Red, orange, green.” “Red, orange, green,” I echo in a shaky voice, having no damn idea what's going on. Slap! Oh fuck, I wonder, have I screwed up again? “Repeat after me with confidence!” He grows. “Again. Red, orange, and green, Daddy,” I stammer, pain shaking through me. He presses the leather strap against my ass, the square tip sending heat through my skin. I’m sure it’s leather. He pushes my hand away from my pussy, forcing me back onto all fours. The strap slides teasingly along my folds.

“You’re going to kneel and edge yourself for me. Hands stay bound. No coming until I say. Understood?” “Yes, Daddy.” I dropped to my knees on the drop cloth. He sat on the stool in front of me, legs spread, and watched. I had to lean forward a little because of the way my arms were tied. My fingers found my clit and started rubbing in slow circles the way he liked. “Slower,” he said. “I want to see you get desperate.” I slowed down. Soft moans started slipping out of me almost right away. He didn’t touch me. Just watched, eyes dark, one hand resting on his thigh.

“Calling me Daddy while you’re carrying my twin sons. You have no idea what that does to me.” I smiled up at him, feeling bold and playful despite the gentle roundness of my belly. “I want to please you tonight, Daddy.” His eyes flared with heat. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Then show me.” I didn’t hesitate. I sank slowly to my knees in front of him, right there on the thick carpet. The position made my bump rest comfortably against my thighs. Marcus watched me with dark, intense eyes, but concern flickered across his face almost immediately.

Shaking, I open my mouth to speak. “I-I’m sorry Dad,” I gulp. “I was out with—” “Kneel.” His voice was full of anger, and his face was bright red. “I said, kneel Mallory! “B-But—” He cut me off, his jaw tightened. “Don’t let me repeat myself!”