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My body jerked as the first shot of my come went down her throat. She was slowly sucking it, and I swear to all that’s holy I blacked out. Another shot came and I was barely conscious by that point.
“Mmm.” She moaned.
Did she just mmm my come? Like she was eating an ice cream?
My body jerked again, and I began trembling as she drank every last drop of me. I could barely breathe as I started to recover, and my vision returned. Holy shit, that was the most satisfying thing that ever happened to me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Belle
Islept like a baby in his arms. I was in my room getting ready for another new day. Michael was downstairs making breakfast while I got ready. He mostly took the day off, but he said we needed to go to his work to take care of some paperwork. He wanted to add me to his insurance policy, he needed a family account now so when I needed things we would share the account, and he would be getting me a better security clearance and I wouldn’t need the badge anymore. He added that there were additional non-disclosures I had to sign because when we returned home, he had things to tell me that I might not have liked. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Creed’s Lake wasn’t just a domestic violence safe haven. It was hard not to be suspicious. I figured that was what he needed to tell me.
I looked into the full length mirror, feeling satisfied the outfit I chose made me look like a married woman. Now that I knew how to walk in heels I was a bit suspicious I was becoming obsessed. I loved my outfit. It was a purple sweater dress with a silver belt, a black leather jacket, black tights and black high heeled ankle boots. My hair had waves, and I put only the top up in a silver hair clip, and I did my makeup the way Morgan showed me. I was becoming expressive in my appearance forthe first time in my life. Morgan gave me so many clothes that I could mix and match however I liked.
I felt like a new woman today. I may have still been a virgin, but I had orgasms. Oh boy, was my mother wrong about sex. I hadn’t even had it yet, but he gave me a good idea of what to expect.
When I walked downstairs, I heard music. As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, Michael pulled me into him, and we danced a little faster than normal as he sang along to the song.
“I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl”
I laughed as he swung me around. “What has gotten in to you?”
“You have to listen to the lyrics, Belle. I just told you in a song.” He was so happy, and his smile lit up the room. He started tickling me, but I couldn’t run in my heels. I never knew it was possible to experience so many small but momentous moments they suddenly made my world brighter than I ever imagined.
He pulled me back in and pecked the tip of my nose.
I scrunched my nose. “Hey, you missed.”
“Guess what else my girl is doing today?” He had me dancing with him again.
“I’m afraid to ask.” I laughed.
“She’s sending in her application to take the teaching exam Indiana requires.”
My heart raced. “Really?”
He nodded. “And she’s applying for an Indiana substitute teaching permit. Creed and Morgan have decided to hire you.Then the Originals voted on it this morning. It was a unanimous yes!”
“No way!” I was so excited I could barely contain myself.
“They received your transcripts and a copy of your Arizona teaching license. You, my dear wife, will be officially hired as soon as you sign some paperwork and fill out a few state applications. Since they are trying to get our school approved as a private learning institute, they have some requirements they have to meet.” I could tell he was as excited as me. “Know what’s going to be hot?”
“What’s that?”
He continued to swing me around the room as he answered. “When all those kids call you Mrs. Axton. You are the sexiest teacher alive, and all those teen boys are going to be so jealous that you have a husband waiting for you at home.”
I got up on my tiptoes and pecked his lips. “Youaremy husband, Michael. I don’t need a spiritual marriage to know this, and I love being your wife.”
He pecked my lips. “You’re just trying to get in my pants, you naughty girl.”
I threw my head back and laughed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement, so I let go of Michael.
