Cats In the Cradle

27. Daniel

Stayed up til almost 6 AM finishing my cookie order. Running super late for this party now. Got distracted writing this chapter. Whoops. 🥴 More tonight, probably. 😅

Lots of awkwardness this chapter and then more sex and less awkwardness ahead. 😬
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It was almost funny, how vastly different Sienna and Emma were, despite having a few similar features. They were both pale, had long, dark hair, and long legs. And they were both beautiful.

But that's where their similarities ended.

Sienna was an animal in bed. And kind of outside of bed, too, to be honest. She was possessive and irrational and dramatic.

She loved when I fucked her—not making love or just having sex, but fucking—rough. She needed it rough. Like bruised and battered and sore-for-days-rough. It was nearly impossible to make her cum the few times we'd tried to just have normal, kinda-rough-but-not-beating-her-up sex.

And I'd been able to pick up on that fairly quickly.

With some girls, you could kinda just tell.

But with Emma...she was a little hard to read. Not only because I didn't know her, and she still seemed scared to speak openly with me. But because I could feel her pussy clenching on my cock when I went slow and gently played with her clit. So ok, cool, she liked it slow. First time, makes sense.

But then she threw me for a fucking loop when she asked to swallow my cum when I pulled out.

I wasn't sure if she had a hidden freak underneath her meek demeanor, like Naomi. Or if it was because of the "don't waste your light" bullshit. Or her training with Orion.

Sienna didn't even like swallowing that much. She did it because sometimes I'd just stuff my cock in her mouth to get her to shut the fuck up when she'd start with the bitching and arguing. But she usually preferred for me to cum on her face, tits or stomach.

But I knew Emma's first time sucked. It was embarrassingly bad, given how much experience I had. And as much as I didn't want there to be a second time, we were both backed against a wall right now.

If I was going to prison, maybe it would be easier to sleep in my cold cell at night, knowing I didn't just make her suffer the whole time we were "married".

Her parents literally came over just to beg me to cum inside of her as often as possible.

Possibly the most bizarre, almost-comically-preposterous conversation I'd ever had with a girl's father. Well, that one and the one when he asked to watch while I had sex with her to make sure I didn't bang his princess too hard. That one would forever blow my mind.

Despite all that shit, him reassuring me that it was good and necessary and the only way to claim her—besides the tattoo or branding—was actually mildly comforting.

If you ignored the moral implications.

And the fact that she could become pregnant.

But they clearly didn't want her to live with Orion, despite him being the "great and wise prophet". I guess no parent really wanted to picture their little girl being triple-penetrated and passed around like a bag of candy. Even if she was married to a god or whatever.

So maybe they'd vouch for me if shit went down. Or her father and I could become best buddies in prison.

Luke and Alessandro. My two, terrible "fathers".

Because inside that envelope from Orion was multiple zoomed-in photos from our wedding night last night. Along with a printout from a website that read:

"When is it a crime to have sex with a minor?
In order to convict you under California Penal Code 261.5, the prosecutor must prove at least three facts:

These facts include:
1. that you had sexual intercourse with another person (any amount of sexual penetration, regardless of how slight, constitutes sexual intercourse even if there is no ejaculation ),
2. that you and the alleged victim were not legally married to each other at the time, and
3. that the alleged victim was under eighteen (18) years old at the time of the offense."

So cool. Super fun. Super cool.

A baby out of wedlock—because the print out was my solid proof that we weren't legally married—and some prison time. Fun times to be had all around. Great way to start my 20s.

After Luke and Kara left, I headed straight for my bedroom with a strong need to punch something. My preference would have been Orion's or Mr. Augustus's face, but that wasn't an option at the moment. So I settled for throwing one of the little children's-sized bedside tables against the wall. I honestly wanted to just wreck the whole fucking house and maybe even set a fire, but I was clearly doing a bad job of not scaring Emma.

I was not doing a good job of being her pretend husband.

Also, I desperately needed to convince Orion that I'd finally cracked, and I was willing to fuck Emma to kingdom come and make 400 babies with her. I promised Emma I'd protect her and get her out of here.

So here we were.

After I kissed her, she kissed me back with surprising passion. My hands wrapped around her waist and her hands pulled my boxers down. Then she lightly stroked my shaft, sending chills up and down my body. I hadn't even been hard yet when I knocked on her door, and I'd wondered if I'd need more tea... but that was becoming less and less of an issue by the second.

I backed her up towards the bed and she scooted onto it, resting her back against the headboard. I climbed onto the bed after her, eyeing her wide open legs and her bare little pussy that was already noticeably wet.

Was she into this or just well-trained?

She looked up at the headboard for a second and saw the handcuffs, completely blowing my fucking mind when she whispered, "Would you like to handcuff me, sir?"

Seriously, what the flying fuck was Orion teaching in these premarital classes?

I paused my approach, literally too stunned to move. She blinked innocently at me, blushing profusely from her head to her chest.

"Um. Do you want me...to use them?" I asked awkwardly. I quite honestly never even considered touching them. Or considered she might want me to.

"I want to please you. I...want you to...enjoy your time with me..." She mumbled, still blushing. "And in the videos Orion showed—"

"Ok how about we never talk about that motherfucker in bed again? Forget everything he taught you, please." I said, annoyed all over again at the thought of him touching her. I guess she could read me and my mercurial moods pretty well already, though, cuz now she just looked apprehensive again.

I am apparently really bad at this.

"Last night, I know you were in pain. It was your first time. You were—bleeding. I-I...I was nervous. And didn't take care of you. And I feel like shit." I told her honestly, hoping she could see how badly I felt. Hoping she'd see I wasn't always an asshole.

"So don't worry about what I like right now. Tell me what you like. O-Or what you don't like! I know this is awkward as fuck, and we're just pretending to be married for right now. But Orion won't back the fuck off... So you have to talk to me if you want to...feel good, too."

Jesus, I wanted to fucking die.

She was somehow blushing harder, and now I was blushing too. And cringing, mentally retracing my words, trying to figure out if I needed to say anything differently or find the nearest hole to crawl into.

Today was just the day for extremely uncomfortable conversations, I guess.

She chewed on her lip for a minute, occasionally eyeing me nervously. And then she said—so quietly I had to crawl a little closer— "Can you...Can we...maybe try the handcuffs? I don't know. Just t-to see...? And use your mouth...on my privates?"

...Um. Ok??

"....I can do that." I replied.

"...Freak?!?", I added internally.