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“Pancakes? I need to feed you before I have you again.” I don’t answer him. I stare down at my hand. A ring now sits on my ring finger. It looks like diamonds have been crushed into the band. The light hitting it makes the whole thing sparkle. “Figured you’d want a band with nothing sticking out of it. Wouldn't want you to catch one of the animals on it.” I nod in agreement. I did want something I could wear all the time but was still beautiful. It’s perfect.
“Pancakes it is. You want bacon or sausage?” I look up at him. “Alright, Slick. I’ll make both but only for you.” He starts pulling stuff out of the refrigerator to make us a very late breakfast.
“You didn’t ask?”
“Wasn't going to.” He shrugs putting everything out on the counter.
“I think I should at least know your name if I’m going to marry you.” King puts the pan down on the stove coming back over to me.
“I guess you’re right.”
“I always am. You should remember that since we’re getting married and all.”
“I’ll make a note.” He says with a chuckle. I poke his hard stomach.
“Spill.”
“Fine.” He lets out a long sigh. “I’ll never live this one down.” Oh god. How bad could it be?
“We don’t have to name our sons after you.” I offer. He closes his eyes shaking his head but still he’s smiling.
“Castle.” He opens his eyes and finally gives in.
“Like King of the castle?”
“Yeah, Slick.” I try to silently giggle but my whole body shakes with laughter. I should have known better. In one second flat I’m bent over the counter with my bare ass in the air. I gasp as King’s hand comes down on me. It turns to a moan as he rubs the spot before his hand drifts lower to between my thighs.
“Fucking wet. I just ate you.” He had.
“I want more.” I raise my ass higher into the air spreading my thighs so my King can give me more. He always does.
epilogue
KING
“I can’t do this!”Slick screams. Her grip on my hand is harder than a lumberjack’s. I think I’m losing feeling there.
“It’s alright.”
Her free hand flies to the neckline of my shirt. “It’s alright? That’s what you’re saying right now? How would you like to pass a watermelon through your penis?”
I would not like that at all. I try to tug her hand away but her hold is immovable.
“It’s painful,” the nurse with the short gray hair chimes in.
I give up and let my wife strangle me.
“You’re going to hell you know,” she hisses.
“Yes, straight to hell.” I wipe a cloth across her sweaty forehead. I wish I could take this pain away but I can’t.
“After today you’re not allowed to touch me everrrrrrr.” Her eyes close and her back bows slightly off the table as the next contraction rips through her body.
I promised I wouldn’t lie to her but these are extenuating circumstances. “Never touching you again,” I agree. “You got this. Keep breathing.” I don’t need to go to hell. I’m already there. Seeing her in this much pain breaks my fucking heart. I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat. The contraction wears off and her lower lip trembles. The hand at my throat falls away and while I can breathe again, I’m worried. “What is it?”
“You’re not ever touching me again?” She wails. “Are you saying I’m not sexy anymore?”
“What?” I backtrack a few seconds to catch her train of thought. “No, I—“
