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He’s a talented man, I’ll give him that, and I wonder about all the creative ways he could use that tail. My desire builds quickly, as it always does when he’s near. The pleasure he gives me is like a drug I’ve quickly become addicted to. I was terrified of him when my father dragged me into that room and cast me away like garbage. Now, I crave Mammon’s touch, crave what only he can give me.
“You’re thinking about sex again, aren’t you, little one?” my husband asks, suddenly looming over me. “I can smell your arousal. Do you want me to take you out here, in public?”
My spine tingles at his words, but I shake my head, still uneasy. “I don’t want anyone but you seeing me naked or how only you can give me what I need.”
“Perhaps it’s what they need to see, little one,” he growls. “To know that you belong to me and only me.”
I love his possessiveness, but… “And are you mine, Mammon?”
“Oh, I’ve been yours since I first looked into your beautiful eyes.”
I gaze at my husband, letting his words sink in. “Take me to our bedroom, Mammon. I don’t need an audience. I need only you.”
I melt into him the moment his massive arms wrap around me and his lips find mine. He strides into our bedroom and tosses me on the bed. Then he makes me forget that there’s a world outside his eyes.
Chapter Ten
Mammon
I lean against the headboard of our bed in The Above, watching as my wife gets dressed. Her magical closet enables her to change her clothes on a whim. She loves it and always looks amazing. Of course, I prefer her naked, but her curvy little body looks good in anything she wears.
“We’re really going out?” Penelope asks excitedly, sliding blue pants up her firm thighs. Her face radiates happiness, and I can't help but absorb some of that happiness.
“Yes, my love. We’re shopping on Main Street to see if there’s anything you can’t live without, then I'll take you to the zoo and the cinema this evening.” I could conjure up whatever her heart desires, but my wife needs to be around people. “I know you need to see something besides this house and our house in The Below.”
Penelope squeals with excitement, quickly picking out a blouse and buttoning it. I like how she always wears tops with buttons. I fucking love parting the panels of a button-up shirt to reveal her succulent breasts. My cock hardens, but before my mind wanders down that path, I get up and slide into jeans and a black T-shirt.
I promised Penelope we would go out, but if I keep thinking about popping those buttons, we'll never make it out of the bedroom. She braids her hair and slips her feet into a pair of fuck-me heels. Yeah, we need to go before I strip her and take her wearing only those heels.
My driver drops us off on the street lined with tiny shops and an ice cream parlor. Penelope makes her way directly to the ice cream parlor and orders a butter pecan cone glazed with chocolate. I order a mint chocolate chip cone and we're soon gazing into shop windows, our hands linked as our conversation flows easily.
I watch my wife, enjoying how her eyes brighten as she sees a baby cradled in its mother’s arms. It suddenly hits me how much of life she’s missed out on. How was it that I felt nothing for all those years, knowing her father closeted her away from the world, voraciously guarding her from anything that might have negatively impacted her purity? When Forest Truman entered my chamber that fateful day, I thought it was interesting that the man was prepared to deny his unborn daughter the joy of a full life to serve his greedy agenda.
I finally understand how much she’s missed, why she needs to venture outside our homes, and why she's so eager to see what the world has to offer. At first, I believed it was because I wasn’t enough for her. The thought that she needed more than me was a kind of betrayal. But now, I see that's not the case at all. Penelope simply wants to live.
She’s been a caged bird her entire life and deserves to escape that cage. I worry about my enemies, but my young wife, who’s experienced a mere fraction of the deep, dark cavern of time that I have, deserves to live free, even if only a little at a time.
Because it's abundantly clear that meeting Penelope, coming home to her every evening, having her in my bed and my life, and being the recipient of her smiles and laughter have changed me.
I'm in love with my wife.
The once-empty vessel in my chest now beats for her.
The realization is not as scary as I always imagined.
We continue to walk hand in hand down the street before crossing to the other side. Penelope heads down a narrow alleyway and stops in front of a children’s clothing store, gazing at the baby clothes with a look on her face that I can't interpret.
“What’s the matter, little one?” I prompt, my worry growing as she continues to look in the window.
“It just reminds me of how a child should be loved. I was never given real love.” She pulls away from me, moving closer to the window. “Can we have children?”
I step closer. “Do you want children?” I'm not interested in children’s clothing, only her.
“I do, but I don’t want them to be pawns as I was. And maybe, one day, I’d like to talk with my mother. To ask her forgiveness for being a spoiled brat.” She leans into me then, and I sense the pain in her heart.
“If that is what you want, I’ll arrange it, Penelope. Whatever you want. You need only ask,” I promise, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll give you anything your heart desires.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm around my waist. “I know our marriage was arranged, and it’s not quite traditional, but I’m so glad you’re mine.”
