Page 54 of Thicker Than Blood

For all his hot temper and brash actions, Stefanos had the softest of hearts for children. He made sure to make time for Alcina in every way that mattered. He doted on her the Christos did and she would never feel the lack of a male role model in her life. But I think seeing the first scan of his child broke his brain.

“All my hard work paid off,” he murmured, still staring at the picture.

“Hey, what about me and my egg?” I said, trying to grab the picture, but he was too quick for me and pulled it out of my reach.

We were on our way back home and I was sitting on his lap in the car as usual. The partition was up in the car but Keith was probably used to our shenanigans.

“What did you do? Lie there strapped to the bench, making me do all the work,” he said with a chuckle, moving his hand again when I reached for the picture.

“What could I do when you would tie me up half the time or drug me the other half?” I exclaimed indignantly while eyeing up the picture in his hand.

“I earned this,” he said waving the picture around.

“Please, Sir, can I see our baby again?” I said softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fine, but I get to hold it,” he said showing me the picture of our tiny baby.

The picture was perfect. Our baby lay on its back, and we could make out one arm from its shoulder and one leg in the air. The larger head had faint marks where the eyes and mouth were. It had a cute button nose.

“We made a baby and it’s perfect,” I sniffed.

“I made the baby and of course it’s perfect,” he said teasing me but I knew he was doing this so he could have angry sex with me when we got home so I remained calm. “You're simply holding on to it for me.”

My head snapped up and I was about to blast him about the toll pregnancy takes on a woman’s body until I saw the devious look in his eyes. I smiled at him.

“You’re right, dear,” I said before relaxing on his chest.

My husband wouldn’t get the better of me today because I was too happy.

Stefanos

Eighteen Months Later

“Why is it that our son can crawl faster than you?” I asked my wife as she crawled behind me.

She didn’t bark but growled at me ferociously beneath her mask, making me chuckle.

“You’re such a feral bitch tonight,” I said lightly opening the door to the playroom.

Alexandros Christos Karalis was a year old now and usually slept through the night. It was the first time my wife was back in her dog outfit and she looked more beautiful than before, but she never believed me when I told her. Tonight she would learn that I meant every word.

I placed my phone on the table I had set up, facing it upward so I could see if Alexandros woke up. Our little addition was doted on by everyone except my mother. Sadly, she was far too set in her ways to become part of our little family. I visited her on occasion but our relationship was strained.

When I turned to look at my wife, she was staring at the newly installed sex swing. My eyes narrowed on the uncertainty and panic in her eyes. I clenched my jaws as I felt the anger slowly rise.

“Stand up,” I snapped at her. “Lie back in the swing.”

She promptly stood up but shuffled toward the padded swing. I held it still for her as she clung to the metal chains before cautiously sitting on the edge. I shoved her back and she screamed as she fell back.

“Such a drama queen. You’re not going to fall,” I said, rolling my eyes while I pulled her legs out to place them in the foot straps.

When she lay there with her legs spread open, pussy on show and asshole plugged with the tail, I smiled at the sight while she squirmed uncomfortably. I picked up the nipple clamps attached to the chain and placed them on her one by one before attaching the chain to her collar.

Her gasps of pain followed panting. She wasn’t breastfeeding our son anymore so it was a good reintroduction to the clamps. I flicked one dark nipple with my finger, watching the anger burn in her eyes before doing the same to the other one. Her fingers tightened around the chains she held.

“Do you remember how much I worshipped your body when you carried our son, Amari?” I asked, picking up the leather whip to slap it on the palm of my hand until the sound echoed around the room.

She nodded cautiously, eyeing up the tasseled whip.

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