Page 97 of His Keepsake

We. I had to remind myself of Axl.

The finer details of how we would make this be enthralling, forever, remained to be figured out. Naked most days, she tempted us to grab her and force her. Not doing that became excruciating. It was a virtue we should be rewarded for, Axl decided, within her earshot.

Once she was less fragile, we could bind her, cage her, take her wherever and whenever. I wanted to see her moan as we wrestled her down, to walk away nonchalantly from her tied to a chain mesh fence out in the fields, dripping with her own arousal as well as our come. Grass and dirt and mud on her. Then when ready I’d return and take her to be hosed.

I was a dirty bastard, but someone has to lower the standards of the world.

Since I had zero inclination to work on programming, when Axl was absent I took her to art galleries, libraries, and places I thought conjured serenity. Not churches or temples, though—duck ponds. Ducks had a certain je ne sais quoi about them. They made everything okay while you fed them.

I decided a puppy might help. Later, though. Not yet. My place needed a pet…as well as Emme.

It was not the same duck pond that we visited, not the one where I had dragged her under a tree. That might trigger bad memories. Our semi-public sex had been the first domino that fell, and it had led to the night Charity and Emme were taken. My fault. Absolutely my fault.

My guilt stopped me doing anything to her, and my need to get her happier consumed me. I could wait, weeks if necessary. My dick might drop off, but I would wait.

I waited three long fucking weeks.

Axl had taken to staying at his own house, after I growled at him when he roughed her up in the kitchen.

How much longer though before even I snapped?

She still wasn’t talking much, and I wondered if we should risk a therapist. I almost needed one myself.

Two days before, we’d taken a chance, and I did some light flogging of her pussy while Axl held her backward over an armrest. She’d jerked and struggled before relaxing into it, her cunt glistening with wetness—especially after she was lightly choked.

Promising, I had thought.

After I extracted the fingers I inserted into her cunt during the choking, I’d amended it to very promising. My sopping wet fingers had been eloquent testimonial to her readiness.

Maybe tonight could be it? D E Day. Dick in Emme Day. Though Axl wasn’t here.

After supper, I pulled out half the bed part of the extendable lounge, with the two wide screens connected to my PC. I had a controller linked so I could play propped on pillows and lying down. Emme lay curled beside me, soft of body and partly naked. Her warm breath huffed through the cloth weave of my shirt.

As the game started, I drifted my gaze down over her contours, over her hips and her breasts where they pushed into me and squeezed from the gap at the top of her white shift. Her pink lacy panties showed at the bottom where the dress ended. It was fun buying stuff for her.

We even had a new kitten outfit with fluffy ears. I wanted to use that soon. Please, let it be soon.

Once the game was going, I showed her the mechanics, the companies one could join, how to do grinding to rank up and get enough for the better gear. When she sat up and showed interest, I handed her the controller and watched her play.

A text chimed.

Axl:Coming over. I can see you’re playing, and that she is too

“Fuck. Where’d you hide the cam, Axl?”

That had been said aloud. Another text arrived.

Axl:The Shadow never reveals his secrets

Axl migrated from his house to mine and joined us for an all-night gaming session. She curled up on both of us and fought a few monsters, made some gold, outfitted a ghost paladin with a fresh sword and armor. Her smiles and yells of triumph were good to see.

Axl unfolded the other long section, making one big double bed. Emme sat cross-legged in the middle.

At one AM, I gave Axl a nod.

Distracted by the game, she was surprised when he gently edged her face his way and kissed her. I took the controller from her and set it aside, shifted closer. I’d always wondered what to do with her first—rough was her normal preference, and mine.

What if, though, what if she needed resetting? I couldn’t fuck her tied to a fence, yet.

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