#soft!dark!robert pronge

Robert stares at you softly, extending his hand for you to take, “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed.  I know you have to be tired.”  You can only nod while grabbing his hand to lead you out of the hell hole of a basement.  Guiding you to the bathroom he looks at you.  “You want a bath or shower pretty girl?” “Um...a bath I guess,” your voice barely a whisper.  He turns on the water, waiting for it to get warm, before plugging up the drain.  He turns to walk out of the bathroom, before your hand attaches to his arm, stopping him.  “Where are you going?” “To get you some clean clothes and privacy.”  With a bite to your lip and switching of your feet he studies your body movements.  “Is something wrong?”  You shake your head no, but still don’t turn to get in the bath.  “Alright, what the fuck is wrong?  Don’t lie to me.  I can tell you’re lying, I'm not a damn idiot.” You’re unsure of what to say, or even what is wrong.  “You not want me to leave you or something?”  The softness is back in his voice.

“No.  Don’t want to be alone.” “Let me get you some clean clothes, and I’ll be right back.”  You offer him a soft smile nodding your head.  Upon his return he lifts you up to put you in the warm water.  He helps you dip your head in the warmth before shampooing you, and after he uses a washcloth to scrub off your body.  Making sure to get every bit of you clean, and feeling new again.

“Why are you being so nice?” you ask.  Genuinely you want to know.  It seems mere seconds ago he was throwing food and water at you.  Making your coward of a husband watch as he fucks you.

“Figured you might need it,” he shrugs.  He doesn’t meet your eyes, just continues scrubbing your body.  “I know it was wrong.  Jus’ needed ya to see what a joke of a husband you had.” “You didn’t know he would do that though.” “Yeah, I did.  They’re all the same.  You deserve much more than that.”  Silence fills the room.  Carefully he helps you out of the bath, drying you off with a towel before helping you dress in one of his button up shirts.  “You stay here, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.  Are ya staying here?” you can only shrug because you don’t know.  There’s a part of you that misses Paul, but the bigger part is pissed.  “I get it.  Lot to take in.”

You can’t deny the amount of care he spends taking on you, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel better.  He’s obviously a criminal, and a powerful one.  The comfort you feel and the lack of good sleep has your eyes heavy.  “Gotta get ya fed first.  Not too much, ya ain’t ate a lot in the past four days.  Have to get you back to that, okay?” nodding you follow Robert back to the kitchen.  Sitting in his lap while he feeds you bland oatmeal and makes you drink a chocolate protein shake.  “Bedtime,” his voice rings out before scooping your body up.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  

With a gently kiss to your forehead he returns your whisper, “Wasn’t going to, pretty girl.”  Softly he lays you in the bed.  His body crawls behind you, wrapping an arm around you, before pulling you flush against his chest.  “Going to keep you safe,” is the last thing you hear before you drift into the best sleep of your life.

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Perplexed you wake up, feeling sore in your arms, and confused on where exactly you are.  The shouts of your husband and Robert bring the memories of the past four days rushing through your brain.  Hearing demands that Paul leave before he kills him, and Paul’s heavy steps coming closer to wherever you are.

“Pronge get your fucking ass out of my way.  I’m taking my wife home.” “If she wanted to go home, don’t you think she would have.  You know the law, my house, get the fuck out.”

A scuffle ensues before Paul bursts through the door, yelping you crawl as far away from the door as possible.  Falling into the floor you curl yourself up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes.  “Play time is up.  You made your point; you’re pissed off at me.  This is getting ridiculous.  Get your ass out of that fucking floor and let's go home.” “Don’t want to.”  Your voice comes out much stronger than you had anticipated.  

“You heard her.  She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”  Robert's figure stands in the doorway, eyes flicking towards you before his gaze is only on Paul.

“And you would rather stay here with this piece of shit?” his voice is pure hatred as he talks to you.  Right then and there, you made your decision.  You’re staying.

“Yes,” is the only answer you provide him with.  That’s all he deserves.

“You heard the woman.  Now get the fuck out of my house.”  Paul turns towards Robert and punches him in the face.  You scream at Paul to stop, but you had no need to worry.  Robert’s savage side that you assumed he had bursts out.  His fists connecting with Paul over and over again.  Head butting him onto the floor, before he crawls over him and continues to bash him.

“Robert!” you scream, he stops long enough to look at you.  “He’s not worth it.  I don’t want him dead.” He leans over and whispers in his ear, “You better thank her.  I would have killed your sorry ass.”  He stands roughly picking his body up and dragging him out the door.  “Be right back.  Just gotta take the trash out.” You give yourself a moment before getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his button up shirt, and wander through the house before you spot him coming through the door.  “Thank you.” your voice as smooth and silky as honey, as soft as down feathers, and Robert melts.  His body coming closer to yours.  “Just wish there was a way I could repay you.” Robert’s thick fingers run up your arms, drifting over to make contact with the buttons, before he skillfully begins undoing each one slowly, and you can hear the change in your breathing.  You know it can’t be that loud, but the quietness in the room it sounds like you’re panting loudly.  “I can think of a way.”  A voice that commands such authority is soft and sensual with you.  Only the utmost care is given to you.  His movements stop.  “Only if...” Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your lips reach up to connect to his, showing him that you and your body want to thank him.  Realizing the moment that his tongue demands entry into your mouth that this is the first time you had kissed.  As intimate as you had been with him, you have never let him have that part of you.  Lifting your body up to his, you cling to him.  Arms and legs tightly wrap around him, as his fingers fumble to undo all the buttons.

His hands jerk the shirt off your body, and you’re completely exposed to him.  Robert’s knees bend as he drops the both of you on the floor.  Your fingers pull at his shirt, yearning to have his skin on yours, while his fingers struggle to undo his pants.  

Both your hands roam around each other's body, Robert’s mouth connects on every part of you.  Kisses and nips that take their time, almost as if to commit your body to memory.  Humming along your skin until you arch your back to bring your body closer to his.  “Robert.”

“Can I just not fucking enjoy your body for a minute?” “I just...” “I know you want me to properly fuck you.  Let me enjoy this, and I promise you I’ll fuck you a lot better than that cuck husband ever did.  Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

While his words are harsh, his movements continue to be steady and light.  Fingers that tickle along your skin, his mouth and tongue touch every part of your soft skin.  Spending extra time on your peaked nipples, warm mouth that heats you up, before blowing cold air onto you dampened chest.

The smooth care he takes on you is abruptly taken away when he jerks your legs apart.  Gasping as his lips kiss up your thighs, beard that scratches at your sensitive skin, as his eyes watch your face.  Loving how responsive your body is to his mouth.  With a quick smile up at you he dives into your weeping cunt.  Eating up your arousal that spread to your thighs.  

His tongue kitten licks your clit, causing you to whimper, while his mouth buries deeper into you.  Your fingers, push aside his brunette locks to study his face.  Noticing for the first time the bright blue of his eyes.  The way the light reflects off them, making them almost sparkle.  Before you can further study the softness that radiates from him, his tongue enters your drenched channel.  Sobbing with the way he works you; never did you feel this way with Paul, and it makes you want Robert more.

“Robert...I need to feel you, please.”

His body pulls back, face wiping your glaze off his beard on your reddened thigh before he crawls up your body.  Lips kissing all the way up before crashing into you.  Tasting yourself on his tongue, and loving every minute of him over you.  Robert readjusts his body, mouth nibbling around your neck before you feel his cock enter you.  His tip slowly going through your folds, a long deep moan exiting his mouth that vibrates on your neck causing you to keen at the feel of him.

When he bottoms out, he holds himself there.  This time giving your body the chance to adjust to the stretch of your cunt.  Both of you breathe the other in, looking up at him, not feeling loved, but feeling cared for.  He was willing to kill Paul, for you.  Willing to let you stay, because you had nowhere to go.  Everything he’s done, he’s done it all for you.  Justifying the fucked-up trap, that he led you right to.  And you forgive him for that, because you saw Paul for what he really is.

“Fuck, this feels better this time, doesn’t it?  You actually want me, huh, pretty girl?  You feel me stretching you out?”  Robert begins to fuck into you with slow and languid thrusts, filling every part of you up.

“Yes...it’s amazing.”  Mouths attach again, but it’s more soaking up the others breaths.

Robert rolls the two of you over, positioning your body to straddle him, all the while nothing leaving your warmth.  “Want to feel you fuck me.”  You roll your hips over him, hands pressing on his thick toned chest, while his hands hold tightly to your hips.  “So, fucking good.”  His hand stings your ass with the quick smack he deals you.  Hearing the mewl that releases from your throat, he slaps you again, before grasping tightly to your reddened cheek.

“You and me...we’re going to be fucking trouble.”  The thought of you and him, makes you speed up your pace, loving the change of his breathing with every motion on top of him.  Feeling like his queen as you ride him, and his face shows exactly how you’re making him feel.  He might be a master manipulator, but in this moment, you own this man that evokes so much fear and respect.

Speeding up even more as you search for that release.  “Want you to fill me up.” Your voice breathless, and he can only smile.  Eyebrows furrowing with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

“Feel you squeezing me so tight.  Want you to let go.”  The gentle movements of his hands cause your head to tilt back with your eyes closed tightly, and then his fingers pinch your nipples.  “Cum.” His grip tightens and you feel yourself gush all over him.  His seeds spurting deeply in your cunt.  The warmth of him nearly making you cum again.  Your body trembles as you come down from your high.

Falling down on top of him, Robert’s fingers brush on your back.  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.  But we’re going to have to go over some rules.” “What type of rules are these?” you curiously ask.

“First rule...you’re mine.  I’m not big on sharing.  And you will get a divorce, or I will kill him.”

“What’s the second rule?”

“If I continue, you’re stuck with me.  So what will it be?”

“The fuck did you just say?” you can’t be bothered with what Cherry said.  You just want to feel the warmth radiating off of Robert, like he’s your own personal heater.  Letting his body soothe your trembling body.  Needing to fully calm down from your racing emotions.

“Didn’t stutter.”  Cherry takes a long drag of the bud.  “I’ve been good to you, right?”

“Yeah, and you’re fucking pushing it.  I just suggest you shut you’re your fucking cock sucking mouth if you know what’s good for you.”  Silence feels the living room.  Your body almost becoming too comfortable with Robert’s soothing hands rubbing over your skin.

“Why she take off the collar?” you hear the laughter in Cherry’s voice and it pisses you off.  “I see you got yourself a mark, too.  Was that part of the plan?  You wanted a piece of ass and now you’re getting more than you bargained for.” Robert let’s his words sink in.  When he saw you at the precinct that is exactly what he wanted.  Just to fuck into you good.  After more research on Paul and following you around, he knew that your husband was not good enough for you.  Walking around like a saint, when he was just as dirty as the rest of them.  He never thought it would be so easy to catch him in dirty deeds, and definitely never thought Paul would offer you up so quickly.  And now?  Now he would not only kill for you, but he would die for you.  He’s not a good man, and he knows you deserve more than him, but you freely choose to stay.

The more Robert thinks, the more he has realized he has given you just as much power over him and he has over you, and he can’t possibly let you think you can control him so easily.  Looking over at Cherry, who only smirks at him as he takes another drag, he knows that Robert has become pussy whipped.  He knows that fucking you has turned into something deeper.  Robert now has a weakness, and she’s sitting in his lap.  

Robert also feels he needs to be punished.  He reacted too quickly when he cut off your collar.  But dammit if learning that you had been talking to your piece of shit ex didn’t make him go blind with rage.  You also haven’t been punished for opening up the front door.  Cherry has been good with getting information.  More valuable than anyone knows.  He’s setting a plan in motion, and he deserves to be rewarded.

“Go into the bedroom.  Bedside drawers, pick you something out.  You’re not touching her...yet.”  Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Cherry pushes it into the ashtray, standing to go through yours and Robert’s treasure chest.  Vibrators, dildos, plugs, clamps, it’s like a fucking toy store in these drawers.  Cherry’s not stupid, he’s wearing Robert down.  He will get a piece of you, too.  Cherry knows how to play Robert, and he deserves this.  Most of his time is spent elsewhere, playing his role, and playing it flawlessly.

Pulling out a particularly long and thick dildo and lube he walks back into the living room.  Robert whispers into your ear to be a good girl, petting your face while he uses his legs to hold yours apart.  “Remember, you’re my fucking whore.  Cherry’s been good to us.  More than you know.  You understand, right?” “Yes, sir,” your lost on whether to feel excited or scared.  Robert doesn’t share.  So, you know how important Cherry is to him.

“If you say no, Cherry and I can think of another way.  Do you want to say no, Pretty Girl?” “No, Sir.  Wanna make you happy.” Cherry’s body stands at the end of couch, squirting lube on the behemoth dildo in his hands and you whimper, eyes looking up at Robert.  He would tease you with the massive toy, but never once used it.  “Come on.”  Cherry says sitting on the couch, rubbing the soft silicone up your folds.  “Be a good girl.  Take this all on your own like his good little pet.  If he didn’t think you could handle it, he wouldn’t have had it in the drawer.”

Sobbing you watch as he slowly slides the tip in.  Everyone’s eyes watch as your hole is stretched beyond what you feel it should.  Feeling Robert’s breathing behind you and his pulsing cock on your back.  Cherry’s hand slowly presses it further in.  No longer can you look as your body succumbs to an immense amount of pressure and fullness.  Head lolling back on Robert’s shoulder, his hand slides down your body, fingers connect to your neglected clit, and he works your nub.  His legs that are wrapped around your own to keep you spread further apart, exposing the leaking mess that’s become of your pussy.

“I know you said her cunt was perfect, but...” Cherry’s voice trails off as he begins pumping the cock in your stretched cunt.  You feel the couch dip further, and see Cherry’s face looking intently at the mess him and the dildo are creating.  His tongue licks around his lips, and you’re overcome with pleasure.  Cherry who knows his place, his skin never touches you, but you see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he watches your pussy be destroyed with the girth and length of the toy.

Robert’s eyes finally leave the scene, allowing Cherry to work you into the approaching orgasm that builds in your core.  Feeling your whole body heat up when Robert turns your face to his, pulling you in so he can give you the filthiest kiss he can.  His tongue licks on around your mouth, lips suck around your jaw, before you finally get what you're wanting.  His mouth fully on yours, sucking on your tongue, and hearing your breathing change as the pleasure seeps through your body.  

Moaning into his mouth, your lungs heat up with the lack of oxygen, and you wouldn’t change a damn thing.  His mouth muffles your screams and you feel yourself spew.  Cherry’s hand pulls out the toy, his mouth connects to your core as he slurps up your juices.  Whatever Robert may do to him because he actually dared to touch you, he doesn’t care.  His eyes roll up to look at you, while Robert’s mouth sucks on the column of your neck.  Cherry’s hips fuck his cock into the couch, needing a release of his own.

Cherry’s tongue flicks on your swollen clit, and you see in his eyes he wants you to cum on his tongue.  His tongue determined to draw out another orgasm.  Bright blue eyes stare up at you, seeing the pure unadulterated pleasure written all over your face.  The hand that isn’t wrapped around Robert’s face, holding him on your neck, finds the smooth back of Cherry’s fade.  Your fingers run over the smooth cut.  Feeling near like the velvet flocking of your former collar.  Sliding your fingers up to brush through the short brunette hair on the top of his head, and still his eyes never leave yours.  Getting just as much pleasure as you.

Never did you ever think you would take such pleasure in two men as they worked your body.  Cherry’s scruff rubs you near raw, while his goatee is near soothing on your sensitive skin.  His tongue slides down to enter your gaping hole, a gasp exits your throat at the feeling.  Robert chuckles on your neck, pushing your body to begin fucking Cherry’s tongue.  “Cum, Pretty Girl.  Cum on his fucking tongue.” Like a good girl your body listens.  Coming undone all over Cherry’s face.  Happily, he drinks up your slick, moaning like he’s eating the best dessert of his life.  Leaning back, he slaps your spread pussy, and you shudder at the sting.  “My fucking slut loved that didn’t she?” your heavy-lidded eyes look at Robert and nods, “If Cherry continues to be good for me, you think we should let him fuck my pussy?  Would you like that, Pretty Girl?” “Only, if you’re there,” your voice, barely a whisper.  Blissed out you feel yourself getting heavy with sleep, you look down at Cherry, noticing how his pants are darkened by his own release.

“Well, Cherry boy, you think you’re going to continue to be good for me?  Might, let you have a chance.” Cherry’s hands wipe off your cum from his face, smiling at your still spread and opened pussy.  “Could be fun, baby girl.  Do you think you can handle two of us?  Sucking on my cock while Freezy fucks that cunt?” “Uh-huh.”  

“Or would you want me fucking that tight ass, while you ride your Sir?  Saw the butt plugs.  I know he’s stretching you out.”

Robert’s face leans into your neck.  His fingers slide into your pussy.  “You want that, Pretty Girl?  Want us both to fuck you?”  With a devilish laugh, Robert looks to Cherry.  “You’re my good fucking slut.  I feel this pussy fluttering thinking about us fucking you.  She’s already getting wet again.  Don’t worry, not tonight.  Cherry has to really prove himself if he wants to fuck you.”

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Robert’s hand rests tightly and comfortably around your waist.  Hand firmly holding onto your hip, as you sip beer from a solo cup.  He doesn’t want you out of his sight, and you don’t want to be far from him.  There are almost too many people here, and you feel more secure close to him.  An odd sense of safety comes from Cherry who stands close by as well.

He flirts with some girl, a girl you actually quite like.  You two hit it off well.  But no one gets too close in this group of people.  The girls are typically a one-night thing.  Robert is the rare man who keeps a woman for longer than a couple days.  To keep up appearances he let his beard grow wild, slightly covering up the ice cream cone on his neck.  He can’t have a weakness in front of these people.  Yours however, is proudly displayed.  The burn now healed, leaving a perfect light scar of who you belong to.  

People know not to mess with you.  They know Robert’s anger knows no bounds when it comes to protecting you.  “Hey, I’ve got to go talk to someone.  Cherry is staying close.  You gonna be, okay?”

When he leaves you to “talk to someone” you know it’s business.  Without argument you nod your head yes.  “Go inside and get you another drink, Pretty Girl.”  You listen.  Cherry and his girl of the night follow further behind.  You know damn well that no one else at the house is packing, but Robert and Cherry, and it’s all to keep you safe.

You chat a bit to the people inside, almost enjoying yourself, until a drunken man stands beside you.  “Fucking bitch.  Why the fuck are you here?”

“Excuse me?  This is my home.  Why the fuck are you here?” confidence beaming out of you, because you’ll be damned if someone talks to you like that in your home.

“You’re the cunt he’s fucking?  He know who you are?  Know that your fucking married to a dirty cop?”

“Not married.”  His hands grip tightly around your throat as he pushes you down on the stairwell.

“Let’s see what’s so fucking great about that pussy.”  His hand push down your jeans, he squeezes you so tightly your vision goes blurry, eyes searching for Cherry or Robert.  Chaos erupts in the room.  Cherry punches the man in the face screaming at him to take his dirty hands off of you.

With Cherry’s yells Robert runs in the house, seeing you laying on the stairs, neck red with the pressure he added to your throat, and sees red.  His fist connects with his face, and he pulls you up to him, not spending the time to fully check over you, he pushes you into Cherry’s arms.  Cherry moves you further away from the chaos.

“You need to get rid of her.  Do you even know who that fucking is?  Who she’s fucking married to?”  The man wipes the blood off his nose, staring at a fuming Robert. “You need to get this fucking straight.  She’s my fucking slut, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone disrespect her you fucking piece of shit.  They’re divorced.  You see the fucking mark on her neck.  She’s mine.  Now get the fuck out of my house, before I do something I won’t regret.”  People start leaving the house quickly.  This crowd knows Robert’s anger.  They see the piece that he’s packing, and none want to be a witness.  Robert sneers at the man, he has no idea what Mr. Freezy has in store for him.

“You trust that bitch you’re a fucking idiot!  She’ll be the end of you.” “One more time.  Get the fuck out of my house.  You will not talk to my pet like that.  Get fucking out!”  With a growl he charges towards Robert.  Without even flinching Robert pulls out his piece shooting him directly between the eye.  When his body falls down, Robert spits on his lifeless corpse.  “I did warn you.”

Crying and trembling you leave Cherry’s arms, jumping into Robert’s.  Your throat burning, feeling the bruising to your skin and esophagus.  “Cherry, get this mess cleaned up.  Gotta take care of my Pretty Girl.”  Cherry nods.  “Dump him at Tappy’s.  Son of a bitch always liked to pick a fight there.  Lowlife scum had it coming, had a list of enemies.  They’ll never question it.”

Robert walks you into the bedroom.  Holding onto you gently, but securely.  “I’m so sorry, Pretty Girl.  I never wanted you to see me like that.  I couldn’t...he shouldn’t have been here.  Had no right talking to ya like that.” “Thank you,” your voice hoarse and sore from his hands as it whispers on his shoulder.  “I love you, Robert.”

“Love you, too, Y/N.”

You lay on top of Robert in silence.  Feeling so close to him calms you from the mayhem and murder of the night.  His hands caress you, constantly moving over your supple skin until you fall asleep, pressed tightly on his chest.  

Cherry returns to the house.  Looking into the bedroom just to let Robert know it’s done.  “Got rid of the piece, too.”  Robert nods his thanks, still gazing down at you.  “How’s she doin’?”

“Shaken up, but she understands.  Listen...” his words trail off.  He doesn’t know what to say.  “Not tonight, but you’ve earned it.”  Robert doesn’t tell people thank you.  He shows them his thanks, and Cherry knows exactly what he’s saying.  “Want you to stay here.  Things are getting tighter.  We’re almost done.  She needs someone in the house who I can trust.  Let me warn you though, she’s fucking mine.  You touch her without my permission I will fucking torture you.  And I’ll fucking kill you slowly.” “Understood.”

After the “incident” Robert never leaves your side.  Sending Cherry out to do whatever needs to be done, even he hangs around the house, but you feel settled.  Although extra clingy to Robert.  You always have to be touching him, and he doesn’t mind.  He eats it up.  His fingers regularly brush across your bruised neck.  Issuing apologies to you, while his lips lightly kiss along the area.  Even Cherry is softer when it comes to you.  

“You don’t mind me clinging to you like a koala do you sir?”

“Not if it makes you feel better, Pretty Girl.”  Even the way he speaks is softer.  His favorite words fuck and cunt rarely roll off his lips.  You’ve heard him mutter them to Cherry when they think you’re asleep.

“Everything going according to the plan?” you know that when they talk about this plan, they keep a lot of their words secretive.  You don’t care what plan they’re talking about; you just care that you can lay your head on Robert’s chest.  Listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“Yep...”  Cherry inhales a long toke of his joint, extending it over to Robert who takes a drag.  ”...it’s going fucking perfectly.”

They don’t offer for you to partake.  Nor would you now.  Your eyes roll up to meet Robert’s.  “I’m getting a bit tired, Sir.  Would you want to take me to bed?”  With a quick kiss over his ice cream cone scar that proves he’s yours, he knows that you don’t want to sleep.

His lips come to your ear when he softly whispers, “Think Cherry deserves his thanks, too.”

“Maybe later.  Just want you first.”  His teeth nip around you ear before his muscular arm scoop you up to him.  

He stops to look at Cherry, “Give us about forty-five.”  Giving him a quick wink, he carries you straight to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter, “Let's go ahead and get ready for bed though, Pretty Girl.”  Thick fingers cup hold onto your toothbrush before helping you brush your teeth.  His large frame placed firmly in between your thighs.  Hips slowly gyrating onto you.  Who knew brushing your teeth could be such a turn on?

He trades off and lets you brush his teeth.  Smiling at how messy he can be.  Once he’s finished rinsing his mouth nips along your neck, giggling as he continues to tease you.  He leans to the garbage can to throw away the dixie cup before he helps you off the counter.  “Go ahead and get yourself ready.  There’s a pretty little thing I picked out for us.  Need to get you ready.  You’re okay with that right?”

“Are you okay with it?” “It won’t be a regular thing, Pretty Girl.  But I need...I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know.  That’s why I’m okay with it.  Wanna make you happy.”

“Go on then.  I’ll meet you there in a minute.”  You go into the bedroom, pulling out the lube, and the largest plug, a pink diamond heart on the end.  Nervously you wait on Robert, paranoid at how long he’s taking in the bathroom.  And once he finally walks out, standing in the doorway looking like a beefed-up god.  The hills and valleys of his arms that wrap around you so softly, but also so hard makes you weak.  He plays a big game in front of people, but you know that this man belongs to you.  

You know that every part of him belongs to you, and you’re okay with him playing the part of being big and scary in his company of friends.  You wonder if he would ever want to change his job.  You two live a relatively modest life, and he comes with a steep price tag.  Hoping beyond hope that one of these days the hardened Robert Pronge could give it all up.  

Robert’s body leaves the lighted bathroom, literally walking into the darkness.  Staring over your naked body, glancing towards the stainless-steel plug on the bedside drawers, “You always did like pretty things.”  His knee dips down the bed as he crawls over to, planting himself in between your waiting thighs.

His lips kiss up your legs, making you even more aroused than you already were.  Everything about Robert makes you weak, he might be filthy but he worships your body, his vulgar words hiding how much he actually wants to indulge every part of you.  His face finally centering on your core, “Don’t do breath play tonight, baby.”

He stops, gazing up at you from in between your legs, tongue quickly going back in his mouth, “Why?” “Just...I can’t handle it tonight.  Makes me too weak.  I need to be more present for...later.”

“Whatever you say.”  Finally, he dips his nose into your weeping cunt, running it up your slit before flattening his tongue on your clit.  His taste buds create the best minor stimulation, not wanting to get you too riled up yet.  Just relaxed enough to stretch your tight ass.  His broad shoulders push your thighs further apart, winding his biceps under your spread legs, bending so his hands can play with your tits.  Fingers that pinch at your hardened buds, feeling more sensitive than ever.

Looking down at him, eating your cunt so well, you lovingly rub your hands on his freshly buzzed hair.  “You’re the best Robert.  My Freezy baby.  The way you...ohhh...eat me.”  Since being branded you know he loves the praises you give him.  Reassuring him that you are in fact his.  Even the tickle from the short hair makes you weaker, anticipating the rest of the night.  Feeling the coil in your belly being stretched your back arches, hips roll on his face, as your body starts moving on its own accord.  His face shakes, burying himself even deeper in your spread pussy, humming with how reactive you are.  Nibbling on your sensitive clit and then rolling his tongue into your waiting hole, and that’s when the coil snaps back.  Sobbing while his tongue doesn’t let up, wanting to push another quick orgasm out of you.

You allow yourself to let go, feeling the heat buildup again.  Panting at how well he can work you.  He’s perceptive and studies your face as to what you like, you never have to tell him, it’s like he knows.  Because he does.  He wants your pleasure, to be his.  “Yes, baby...doing so good, so perfect...I’m gonna...”  Pinching and holding tightly onto your nipples, while his other three finger wiggle around your chest, he loves watching your tits bounce, and it all becomes too much.  The wave of your high rushes through your body.  Robert wipes his beard against your thigh, before extending his tongue, licking all the way up your body.  Spreading your sweet tangy taste all over you.  

“Come on, on my lap.”  He commands as he sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing up the plug and lube.  You lay over his thighs, relaxed from the two orgasms he gave you.  His hands rub across your ass, spreading your cheeks before you feel the cool metal slowly slide in your tight muscle.  His hand slaps at your ass, and then rubs along the area.  “Want you to ride me, slowly.  Show me how much you love me.  Want you to use my body for your pleasure, okay?”

It’s almost as if he wants this moment between you two to be sweet and sensual.  Knowing that once Cherry joins it’s going to be rough and everyone fighting for their own high.  Robert’s body guides you off of him so he can go into the center of the bed, grasping tightly to his cock as you crawl over to him.  Your ass feeling so full in the best way.  “Sir?” “Yes, pretty girl? “Want you to be the first.”  He nods.  He knows you don’t want Cherry to be the one to pop your ass cherry.  “But I don’t want him in your pussy.”  You remind him that your pussy, is actually his, and she should only be for him.

“We’ll do whatever you want, Y/N.  This is all about you.”

“He can watch when you’re the first.” “Come on.  Right now, I just want to feel you.”  You straddle him while he holds onto his glistening cock, precum falling down his tip, holding it steady for you to sink your warmth around him.  Pausing to look down at your beautiful Freezy baby.  Over a year ago, when you saw him, you never thought you would be so in love.  Never thought you would love the stretch he gave your cunt.  Never thought you would choose to be with him.  

Rolling your hips slowly over him, you just want to take him in.  Appreciating every ridge and vein of his cock.  Watching his hands that smoothly rub over your skin.  Seeing the way his face looks up at you so lovingly, but also the way his eyebrows move at the way you're working him.  

His hand moves up to your stomach, gently caressing it.  You assume he loves seeing the bulge from him as you leisurely ride him.  “I’m yours, Y/N.  Anything you want just ask.  You never have to be afraid to tell me anything,” you have never heard the tender sound of Robert’s voice.  Even the grit from him smoking seems absent.

“Love you, too.  So much Robert.  You’re perfect for me.  Remember no matter what, I’m yours.”  Continuing your casual riding you don’t see Cherry standing in the doorway, watching you two make love.  This isn’t just sex, and it’s too pure for fucking; this is showing the other how much you love every part of each other.  

Cherry is mesmerized by the pink heart in your ass.  Watching it move with your body as you gyrate over Robert.  He remembers that plug, he knows you can take him.  His hand palms himself through his jeans.  Even though this isn’t a filthy moment, he can’t deny how hot it is.  The sweet sounds that whimper out of your mouth.  The way you adjust yourself, hands on Robert’s hips as you lean back, watching his cock move in and out of your cunt.  His hands squeezing your breasts, and his eyes never leaving your face.  “Anything at all, you can tell me.”  You’re unsure if there’s something he’s wanting you tell him, but you’re so enthralled in his love and wanting him to feel your love, you can’t think.

As a moan falls off of Cherry’s lips, you know the sweet moment is gone.  Robert’s face changes from love to devilish.  Even though you had a loving moment, you know he loves destroying you, too.  “Cherry, she wants you to watch me fuck her ass before you get a chance first.  Have a seat.”  Cherry sits down, removing his thick cock and fisting it.  His bright blue eyes watch your body crawl off Robert, already on your knees, ass pointing right at him.

Removing the plug Robert watches how spread your tight puckered hole is.  “You ready, my pet?”  Whimpering a uh-huh as you wait for your Sir.  “If you need me to stop.” “’M okay.  Please, Sir.  I feel empty.” “God, you’re such a good fucking slut.  Going to fuck this tight ass, and then we’ll let Cherry have a go.”  Slowly his lubed cock slides in.  Making you feel full again.  Slowly he pumps into you, grasping tightly to your tits to ground himself.  Moans that you had never heard before rumbles out of his throat as he pushes into you.  He speeds up his thrusts, smiling over at Cherry, “You have no idea what she’s giving you.  You better make it fucking worth it.”   You feel him tense up before he pulls out.  Pouting you look back at him.  “Still want to feel him fuck into you.  You were squeezing me so tight.  Didn’t want to cum in your ass.”  Leaning over to kiss you passionately he snaps his fingers at Cherry.  “Gonna clean up, I’ll be right back.”

Everything about Robert tonight has been tender.  Cherry’s arms ripping off his clothes as Robert leaves, you know the tenderness is gone.  His arms fumble around to remove his clothes.  You notice the tattoos that decorate his usually covered skin.  Marks that make identifying people easier.  When he bends over to remove his boxers, the oddly simple tattoo on his neck makes you pause.  The three blackened circles is an weird choice for something permanent.  Once he’s fully nude he stands behind you, issuing a quick spank to your ass.  Grabbing a fist full he wiggles it around.  “You look fucking beautiful all open for me, Baby Girl.”

Crawling on the bed he gives you no time to think before he shoves his cock into your ass.  Hissing at the sensation of being in so deep.  “Fuck.”  You know he’s not being as aggressive as he wants to be.  Waiting until Robert returns to hold onto you before fulling fucking you into blackness.

Robert stands in the doorway watching you.  Staring back because he’s all you want to see.  “Please, Sir.  Want to feel you.  She feels empty without you.”

“Aw...my fucking slut needs my cock, doesn’t she?” “Yes, Sir.”  Cherry pauses long enough to let Robert adjust himself, allowing you to crawl over him.  Sinking back down on his cock.  You cry at the sensation of both of them inside you.  They’re still as you get used to feeling so full.

“You okay, Pretty Girl?”  The tender sound of Robert’s voice is back.  Words don’t happen.  Your mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out.  You nod a yes.  Rolling your hips, both men groan with the feeling.  

“Fuck me,” finally chokes out of your throat.  Cherry doesn’t hesitate, he fucks into you rough and deep.  His long fingers dig into your hips, causing a pleasurable pain.  Your eyes never turn away from Robert.  He doesn’t even have to move with the way Cherry pounds into your ass.  Cherry loves the sound of his hand smacking your ass.  Loves watching your skin inflame and welt up.  Loves it so much that he can’t quit spanking you.  The yelps you make when he spanks you, and the tightening of your holes make both men fill even more with pleasure. Robert’s hands soothingly brush across your cheek, wiping away the tears that fall down your face, being the soft side to Cherry’s ruthless hammering in your ass.  It’s not long until an orgasm overtakes your body.  Coming near out of nowhere.  You scream out in pleasure, holding tightly to Robert’s shoulders to steady yourself as your body trembles from the immense pleasure.  Another one washes over you too quickly.  Your whole body is being stimulated in a way it never has been and you can’t stop the pleasure that washes over you.

“You like that Baby Girl?  You like the way I fuck this ass?  Fucking hell...so good, so tight.  Better keep Rapunzel locked in a tower Pronge.  He’s a lucky man.  He gets to have that sweet cunt whenever he wants.  Gonna let me, have it?  Fill you up with my cum.” Shaking your head, no, because she is Robert’s.  “Oh, come on.”  Cherry pants out.

“She said fucking no, you jack ass.”   “Missing out.  At least I get to have this tight ass.”  His thrusts become sloppy, his hands move to your shoulders as he grips tightly, fucking into you with such vigor you're sure he’s about to rip you in half.  “Oh...fuuuuck,” his voice screams out, filling you up with his warm tendrils of cum.  

When he pulls out, your body rides Robert, wanting both of you to chase your own high.  “Gonna fill you up, Pretty Girl.  Put it so deep in you it stays.  You want that right?” “Yes, Sir.  Want you always in me.”

Quickly he rolls you over, his cock still inside you.  Pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders, he jackhammers into your greedy cunt, feeling his balls slap your ass.  The slapping sounds, breathing, and your loud wanton moans fill the room, Cherry watches nearly going hard again.  Teeth gritting and staring up at your Sir, “’M close.  So close, Pretty Girl.”  He’s relentless with his speed, and you’re right there, your high right on the edge, begging to just be pushed over, but waiting for his command.  “Cum.”  You whole body hums as you cum over him.  Hot spurts of his cum paint the velvety walls of your cunt.

Spreading your legs apart he collapses on your body.  Both of you hot and sticky with sweat, and you can’t help but ghost your fingers down his broad back.  Feeling his body fully on you, both of you so vulnerable and loved it this moment.  “I meant it.  If there’s anything you need to tell me, I’ll listen.”

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“She’s fucking compromised.  Believe me when I tell you she’s compromised.  You go in now and this shit is going to blow up in your face.  You never should have fucking made her do this.”

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Today was supposed to be a normal day, or so you thought.  Never realizing that this plan that Cherry and Robert talk about so often was being put in effect.  Cherry was gone most of the day, giving time for you to cuddle with your Freezy baby.  He had been feeling extra tense, so you wanted to massage him.  Straddling the back of his legs your hands work his tense muscles with oil.

“You been feeling okay, Pretty Girl?  Noticed you looking a little pale lately.” “’M fine.  Just more tired than usual.”  You had been ridiculously tired, exhausted really.  It was like you couldn’t get enough sleep.

“You’ve not been eating much lately.  Just crackers.  You getting sick?” “No,” you giggle.  “Shh...just let me work on your muscles.  You’re tense.” “I’d be less tense if you were fucking honest with me.  If you’re not feeling well let me fucking help you.”  Your hands stop their movements, and his body twists to look at you, knocking you over onto the bed.  “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me.” “’M sure.  Where’s all this coming from?”  you search his eyes, and he gives nothing away. “I love you, no matter what.  Just...tell me you won’t fucking forget that okay?”

“I won’t.  I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”  Robert pulls you tightly against him, kissing you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to kiss you, only a knock on the door from Cherry pulls him away from you.

“It’s ready,” Cherry says before walking out of the bedroom.

“Gotta surprise for you.”  He stands up off the bed pulling on a shirt, grabbing out his piece from the drawer before helping you up.  Leading you down into the basement, where you come face to face with a tied up, beaten, and bruised Paul Diskant.

“Robert...what the hell?”  you can’t help but feel pity towards Paul.  Regardless of the immeasurable pain he’s caused you don’t want him dead.  Walking behind you Robert wraps an arm around your waist, his hand pressed tightly against your lower stomach.

“Since Paulie here wants to cause me so much fucking grief, I thought we could...take out the trash together.”  Robert glowers at your coward ex.  Smiling at the predicament Paul got himself in.  You don’t make deals with the devil, because he comes collecting eventually. “Baby, I don’t...why does he have to die?”

“You want him constantly coming in and out of our lives?  You remember the pain he caused you?  From the beginning, all the pain you felt was because of his actions, and you still don’t want the son of a bitch fucking dead?”  His hand grips your chin tightly as he forces you to look at him.  “Don’t be a fucking cunt.  He dies today.” Pulling your chin up to fully expose the ice cream cone branding for Paul to see.  “Hated doing it to her.  That’s the day your fucking cuck ass sent that damn burner phone.  Tell me, Paulie, what was so fucking important you couldn’t leave well enough alone?”  Hand still wrapped tightly around you he walks you both to Paul.  “Tell him.  Fucking tell him who you belong to.  Don’t deny it.  He already knows.  He’s known since day one.” “You, Sir.  I belong to Robert Pronge.”  Tears fall down your face.  Paul back in the same chair where this first started.

“You want to come around and threaten how you're going to fucking take her away from me.  Tell me now, what you’re going to do to me, you fucking pig?  Tell me, how you’re taking her away from me.”  Paul’s eyes roll up to look at the fearsome Robert, and a sneer paints on his face.  Slapping Paul’s face with the gun before Robert points it at him.  “Tell ‘em bye Pretty Girl.  He can finally be out of our fucking lives.”  Instinctively your hands grab at your stomach, clinching your eyes closed, wanting everything to freeze.

Everything happens so quickly.  Stomping of feet, rushing of people, Cherry pointing a gun at you and Robert screaming, “FBI!” When you open your eyes, you’re all surrounded.  Robert drops his gun, and holds tightly to your body.  He kept his promise about not letting you get hurt.  He knew if he reacted you could get shot.

Cherry looks down at Paul and begins untying him, “Thanks, Chris.”

“You fucking bastard.  The whole fucking time?”  Robert shouts at Cherry Chris.  Agents and police pull Robert off you, cuffing him.  “Don’t you fucking touch her.  She didn’t know anything.” “Actually Robert, she knew everything,” Paul smiles over at Robert again.  “When you fucking asked me for her over a year ago.  I was honest, told her everything.  With her help, the police department, and the FBI.  We’ve taken you down once and for all.  Who do you think gave us all the information.  You had two moles.” Robert’s eyes narrow at you, seething at all this information.  Raring back, he spits in your face, “You fucking bitch.” “I didn’t...I didn’t know about Cherry...Chris.  I didn’t know they had FBI agents on you.”  You might have agreed to this, but you’re scared.  Terrified of Robert’s wrath, and every part of you wants to him to praise you.

“Take him away,” Paul commands the agents.  With much struggle they pull Robert away.  Hateful and vile words continue to be shouted at you.  Finally, after over a year, it’s finished.  You crumble, only being held up by Paul’s arms.  And there’s a part of you that retches at the feeling of him.  Your mind hasn’t changed about Paul; he’s the one that got you in this mess.

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Paul sits at the booth, looking around the room thankful that there won’t be anyone present.  He knows the words that Robert is about to unleash on him will not be pleasant.  They’ll be cruel.  Things haven’t been the same between you and Paul.  You refuse to let him touch you, and there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to.  He heard the words from Chris clearly.

“She’s fucking compromised.  Believe me when I tell you she’s compromised.  You go in now and this shit is going to blow up in your face Diskant.  You never should have fucking made her do this.”

“What would you have me do?  This is a way we can bury him.  He’s been an issue from the beginning.  He’s got too many allies.” “And you fed your fucking wife to the wolves.  She won’t agree to this.  She loves him.  That phone stint you did caused her a lot of pain.  Made her cling tighter to him.” “What do you know?  You’re just another fucking mole.” “I was there.  Been there.  He’s got me living with them.”  Chris looks away from Paul.

“You’re fucking her, too, aren’t you?” “It’s not like that.” “Then what’s it fucking like, Chris?  She giving you a blowjob or something?  Or are you fucking her?” “Fucked.  Once.  I have a part to play just like she does.  But I’m telling you, she’s compromised.  Call it off.  You arrest him...” “He’s being arrested.  He’s going down.  If he isn’t, he’ll kill me.  Destroy her.  I started this, now I have to finish it for her.  I can’t believe you fucked her.  He’s got her pimped out to every fucking person, doesn’t he?” “Not exactly.”

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“Well, well, would you look at that.  The great Mr. Freezy behind bars.”  Paul gloats, pointing at the phone on the other side of the booth for Robert to pick it up.  Once the receiver touches his ear, Paul can’t help it.  “You thought you had me, didn’t you?  Thought you had her.”  Robert only listens to Paul’s rants.  Yawning, feigning boredom.

“You finished; you fucking cuck?” “Yeah...see you in court.  Oh, by the way, our marriage is getting re-instated.”

With an evil laugh Robert narrows his eyes at Paul.  “Did she tell you?”

“Tell me what?  That you fucking branded her.  I saw it.”  Robert shakes his head laughing.  “What?  What is she supposed to tell me?  Everything she made you believe is a lie.”

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Once he’s finished rinsing his mouth nips along your neck, giggling as he continues to tease you.  He leans to the garbage can to throw away the dixie cup, seeing a bit of the test you didn’t cover up, before he helps you off the counter.  “Go ahead and get yourself ready.  There’s a pretty little thing I picked out for us.  Need to get you ready.  You’re okay with that right?”

“Are you okay with it?” “It won’t be a regular thing, Pretty Girl.  But I need...I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know.  That’s why I’m okay with it.  Wanna make you happy.”

“Go on then.  I’ll meet you there in a minute,” once he hears you taking off your clothes, his hand reaches in the garbage.  Pulling up the test, positive, and you haven’t said anything to him.  Inviting Cherry into your bed seems wrong now, all he can do is hope that you say something to him, hope that by making love with him you’ll be honest and tell him.

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“She hasn’t.  If she did, you’d fucking know.  You wouldn’t be gloating on the other side of that glass.”  Robert smiles at him.

“What?  Tell me, then.”

“You haven’t noticed the swelling of her stomach?  You pay attention to her that little?  Or is it because she won’t let you fucking touch her?”  Paul turns his head in thought before looking back at Robert.  “That’s right you fucking cuck.  She’s pregnant.  Do the math, there’s no way it could be yours.  Guess Paulie couldn’t even fuck a baby in her.”  Robert can only laugh at him.  “She hasn’t let you touch her has she.  Wanna know why?  Because I fucking own her and that pussy.”

Slamming the receiver down Paul looks at Robert, thinking this man has ruined my life.  “You tell her I want to see her!  You tell that bitch I want to fucking see her.  And I hope that if she ever lets you touch her again, you’re reminded of how I could fuck a baby in her and your cuck ass couldn't.  Fucking pathetic excuse of a man.  I fucking did that!  Every fucking time you fuck my sweet pussy I hope you feel my fucking baby growing in her.  She won’t get rid of it.  You fucking know she won’t.”

“Fuck you.”  Paul stands walking away.  Not even giving him a second glance.

“You tell her I want to fucking see her!”

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“I thought I told you that he doesn’t spill in you!  You’re such a fucking idiot.  Now look at you, you’re pregnant by a murderer.” Your eyes fill with tears, your hand rubs along your clearly visible bump.  You’re hurt that it took Robert telling Paul to even notice your changing body.  “Is it even his?  Or is it Chris’?” “You asshole.”

“Answer me.  I know you fucked him, too.  Did you let him cum in you?” “Paul, you told him not to spill in me, I didn’t make that agreement with him, remember?  I played my part.  I had fucking rules to follow, and you know what one of them was?  His cum doesn’t get wasted.  Instead of a phone you could have sent birth control, but no, everything has always been about you!  I followed my rules, so I wouldn’t die, and guess what Paulie?  I’m still here, and he’s in prison.  Wasn’t that the fucking plan?  It’s your fault we’re in this fucking mess anyways.  You got in bed with the wrong people.  I didn’t have to agree with this shit.  I’m not the police.  I was your wife.” “At least I didn’t become a whore to him.”  The words sting your eyes.  You weren’t a whore.  You were his whore.  “And now look at you, fucking pregnant with a criminal.” “She doesn’t have to know.” “She?  You’re already attached.  We can’t keep it.” “Her!  And I am.  You’re not my husband anymore.”

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Walking into the prison you see Robert watching you.  He’s already waiting, receiver in hand.  His face blank, and you already feel ashamed at the way he’s looking at you.  His fingers snap towards your end of the phone, eyes cold.  A coldness that you have only seen once.  The day Paul got into contact with you, telling you that everything on his end was going smoothly.  They had made the contacts to set Robert up.

“Did you really fucking think I wouldn’t find out?”  Your eyes can’t meet his.  “Fucking look at me.  I knew.  I saw your test in the fucking trash the night that he fucked into your tight ass.  You fucking bitch couldn’t even say anything to me.  Should have known.”

“Known what?” “That you’re a lying fucking bitch.”  His hand slaps an ultrasound picture on the window, your name at the top.  “She’s going to be beautiful.  Just like her cunt mother.”

“Robert...”

“Don’t you fucking dare.  Don’t use that voice with me, and my name on your lips.” “How did you get that?”  You can’t turn away from the picture.  Hands wiping away your tears.

“Did you fucking forget who I am?  Do you actually think you could keep her away from me?  I’m her fucking father.  Have you let Paulie touch you?” your head shakes, almost too fast.  “Good.  He shouldn’t touch what isn’t his.” Slamming your end of the phone down, he glares at you, pointing back at the phone.  Your head violently shakes, as your tears blur your vision.  Still, he points, reluctantly you pick it back up.  “I hope you know I loved you, you fucking bitch, I loved you.  I would have done anything for you.  I killed for you.  I fucked a baby in that cunt for you.  What has that bitch husband done for you?  He got you involved with me.  Do you still feel me?  Do you still wish it was me fucking you?  I know you do Pretty Girl.  He can’t take care of you like I could can he?”

Silently you stare at him.  Emotions bubble up.  “Who owns you?  Who owns her?”  Quietly you stand hanging the phone back up.  

Turning your body to the side, you show him the swell of his growing child.  Leaning back into view of him.  “You, Sir.”  

Smiling Robert looks at your bump.  “Are you being a good girl?  Doing everything I told you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Turning your back to him, you walk away.