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The fourth building is for Mia to fill. She loves animals but wasn’t allowed to have any growing up. If she wants a dog or cat, those can stay in the house but, when I asked Mia what she envisioned for our future, to tell me what she wanted most, she’d mentioned wanting farm animals as well, so the barn is ready for whatever she can dream up now.
“Where are we going?” Mia asks when I bypass the cars and walk out through the rear door of the garage.
“There,” I tell her, pointing at the large building that while not connected to the main house is only about a hundred yards away from it. You can’t see it as well from inside the house, with the way the trees protect it, but if you kept going down the driveway past the garage, there’s a whole other parking area in front of it. I had it built in case Mia decided she wanted to sell her pottery. The parking area will make it easy to transfer items to a truck.
“What is this?” Mia asks as I unlock the door, but I don’t bother to respond. Her gasp of shocked glee says she knows, and I laugh, catching her as she jumps into my arms when I turn away from the door. “Evan!”
“Do you like it?” I ask, holding onto her plump ass with a smile. She’s gained a few more pounds in her hips and ass since I last saw her, but it just makes me want her even deeper now.
“Are you kidding? It’s everything I ever dreamt of having in a studio if I could build one,” she cries, her arms snaking around my neck, her mouth claiming mine and I stride through the open space and back into the office, depositing her on the desk there. She’s not wearing anything under the little dress I tugged over her head to bring her down here, and I pull out the two shelf-like drawers making Mia’s eyes widen as they glaze over.
Her breath hitches when they’re both fully out, and the arms of them bend, leaving two shelves sitting a few inches below the top of the desk. I grab her ankles, setting her feet onto them, then pull out the pieces above them, opening the latches, and locking her ankles into the stockade like restraints. “Evan,” she moans breathily at me, and I pull her ass to the edge of the desk, smiling at her.
“I know how wrapped up in your pottery you can get, so I had to make sure I could get all of your attention when I needed it,” I tease her. “I had the desk made to ensure that you couldn’t run away in the middle of me fucking you.”
“You don’t think I can undo those latches and get out?” she asks, smiling until I give her a little push on the chest, laying her back along the desk. I move to the other side, pulling out the hidden pieces there, and lock her arms into stocks similar to her legs.
“What about now?” I ask, before undoing my pants, stroking my leaking cock as she looks up at me licking her lips.
“Think of everything don’t you?” she states, and I drop a kiss to her lips, before pressing on the end of the desk, smiling as she gasps seeing the arm and neck stock piece that rises up.
“It’s adjustable so I could lock you in it while you’re standing, while putting you on your knees on the desk, or laying you out over it. I knew one day you’d likely start to sell your stuff, and when men came to pick up your work, they’d want you, and I’d need to have something close at hand to remind you who you belong to.”
“I never need reminding, Evan. It’s you, only you, always you,” she moans as I tease her mouth with the head of my dick. “You can fuck me in it whenever you want, but you’ll never have to remind me I’m yours.”
“I guess we’ll see about that.” I slide my cock between her lips, holding the back of her head to control the depth, not wanting to come anywhere but inside her pussy. I haven’t since that first night here, wanting her filled with my baby more than anything. If it’s going to happen this month it’s likely already done, but until I know for certain, all of it is going inside her pussy.
She moans when I pull out, but it only lasts until I fill her pussy. Just like our bed, the desk doesn’t go anywhere thanks to its weight as I fuck her hard and fast, the slapping of my skin against hers sounds filthy, but her eyes are smiling while she moans and cries for more.
“Louder,” I tell her, not slowing one bit as I tease her clit with my thumb, tight little circles around it, putting her on the edge. “You scream when you come for me when we’re alone, baby.”
“Evan! Oh god, please,” she yells, her walls tightening around me, and I push her further, until she breaks, screaming my name as her body bows, bringing my own roaring orgasm to the top. I pull out, wiping the excess cum on her thighs, marking every bit of her, before undoing the latches, and lifting her up for a kiss.
“Now you can look around,” I muse, giving her ass a little spank when she hops excitedly in front of me. “Go, before I need to be buried inside you again, baby. I don’t know how long I’ll last right now.”
She races back into the studio, and I follow her, leaning against the wall watching her come more and more to life as she explores all of the material already here waiting for her usage. She comes over to me nearly an hour later while I’m lounging in the oversized recliner I bought for me to use to relax in while watching her create her magic.
I hated the hard chairs in the places she used back home, swore I’d have something comfortable in our studio, because the hours spent on that hard chair made my ass hurt. If I wasn’t actively working, I was watching my Mia, and since we have enough money to live out the rest of our lives as well as generations of lives to come with ease, right next to her is where I’m most certainly going to be from here forward.
Mia crawls up onto my lap, her face falling into my neck, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing kisses to her temple, feeling the joy washing through her. Her head tilts a bit, her breath teasing my neck as she whispers a husky, “Thank you.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, Mia-mine. Anything on earth to make you happy, especially now.”
“I’ve never needed anything but you to make me happy, but this…I love every bit of it, Evan. I promise, I’m never going anywhere without you,” she adds, and my heart settles a bit, the worry that’s been racing through my veins since she admitted her depression calming enough to let us simply enjoy the sweet peace surrounding us.
My worry calms more as each day passes, and when I ask Mia about what she wants to fill the barn with, her answer doesn’t begin to surprise me. She’s always had a soft heart, but I won’t deny her the joy of rescuing something that needs a new home or a safe space to live out the rest of their lives. Which is how we end up on a farm a couple hours away, watching two horses get loaded into a trailer. Mia’s excitement makes me smiles, and I shoot a glare at the old man that is still grumbling that he’d have gotten more money from sending them to a glue factory.
I settle her into our SUV, buckling her seat belt, before moving back to the asshole with a warning. “If I hear of even one of your horses being injured, I’ll be back, and you won’t like what I do to you.”
My tattoos draw his attention, and he gulps before I stride back to Mia, to get her and our new horses home. I’ve already hired on some help around the house and found someone to take care of the barn so Mia can focus her time on me and her pottery. She can visit the barn as much as she wants, but I’m not going to have her using her time to clean it and care for the horses daily. I can’t share her that much—especially not with our baby that’s coming along in less than nine months now.
Epilogue
Mia
It’s hard to believe that only three years ago I was questioning everything, forcing myself to get through the days and not do something rash. Everything is completely different now. Now, I can’t wait to get up, see what the day holds, when before, I’d have gladly spent days in bed, wishing the world would just end.
Evan brought me back to life when he came back to me, and then our baby boy, Brandon, filled me the greatest joy ever. Evan is the most hands-on daddy ever, and it made it so easy that I didn’t argue about having another. Brandon is twenty-eight months old, while his little brother Benjamin is now ten months old. They’re both the sweetest little boys and I have no regrets that they don’t have grandparents.
