- THE GAME -

Kids

Andy POV:

ONE YEAR LATER.

I laughed as the children in front of me sung with their father, saying some words wrong. 

"THAT WAS SO GOOD, BABY!" My husband thought I was taking to him, leaning in for a kiss but I pushed him down, running to the kids. "You both did amazing!" I kissed all over their face, making them giggle.

After that day, when we confessed, he told his team like he said he would. Everyone was super supportive. The press eventually found out, spreading things about us everywhere. It's still the talk of the town one year later.

Ezra and Ajax have a baby on the way right now. Her names Mila.

And yes, we've done the deed now. And to say my legs aren't wobbly would be a lie. He fucked me so goddamn hard last night I almost called my safe-word because of how fast and hard he fucked me. How he edged me until I came without permission, how he punished me. How euphoria passed through my body when he said such sinful things in my ear.

"What about me?" Zander pouted. "Hmm... I don't know..." I knew I was going to get a punishment later for what I'm about to do.

"I don't think you deserve a kiss." His eyes narrowed, eyes hooded. "Yeah! Daddy no deberve it!" Our three year old daughter, Makayla agrees. "Mhm! Daddy bad boy!" Her brother nodded. Zander frowned.

"I thought I was the favorite!" Makayla rolled her eyes. "Daddy please. As if." I gasped, shocked but still laughed anyways. "Excuse me?" Zander walked over to us. "I said what I said!" She stuck her tongue out. "Sissy, you might wanna-"

Zander took her out of my arms, softly throwing her on the couch. "Hey!" I pouted. "You're all ready in so much trouble." He bit my earlobe, whispering those words in my ear, his hands going to my waist.

Zander turned to Makayla. Tickling her.

"What'd you say about me?" He glared playfully at her. "Nothing, really," She shrugged. "Dada is just way more fun." I grinned. "I know, right!" I flipped my hair over my shoulder that I had grown out.

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Zander tucked the kids in bed after a bedtime story.

"You're not off the ropes just yet." I shivered as he took my hand, leading me to our room.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Strip."

I did as I was told immediately. We've been naked so many times in front of each other, it's not even embarrassing anymore.

"Over my knee."

I slowly walked over to him, doing just that.

He softly caressed my ass cheek. "So, what did you do to deserve this?" He asked, Zander's voice stern.

"I said t-that I wasn't going to l-let you kiss me, sir." I knew better than to not answer him when he talks to me. "Then?" I gulped.

"The kids agreed with me..." my dick raised from how his hands went all over my body, touching each and every part of it. His hands stopped at my nipples, squeezing lightly. I groaned, grinding my dick on his thigh.

"Now, you'll take this since you wanted to be such a dirty little fucking slut."

His hand came down to my cheek, jerking my body forward. His hand caressed it.

"Count."

"O-one..."

He did it again, a loud 'smack' sound coming from skin against skin. My ass stung a little, but it's nothing I haven't had before.

"Two, s-sir."

SMACK'

"T-three, Sir."

This punishment felt more like a fucking gift than a punishment. He knew I liked pain, it turned me on. It turned me on so much I could come with the feeling of pain—we've experienced it before. I swear to fucking god I saw stars.

It was like all my surroundings meant nothing but him. Only him.

My hips thrusted forward, trying to get anything off from it. He held them tightly, making me whimper out, but trying to wiggle my way out.

"Bratty fucking whore. You are not allowed to come until I saw, understand?" He asked. I groaned. "Yes, Sir." I groaned again. "Was that attitude in that little voice of yours, hmm?" Zander slapped my ass again.

"Four, Sir."

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He hand came flying to it again.

"But you also told me to count, Sir. Five." He moved me off of him.

"You won't have much of that left in you once I'm done with you." He growled, wrapping his hand on my dick, making me groan and move my hips up.

"Such a desperate bitch. To bad you can't get anything out of it." His eyes were so fucking dark, lust taking over. Like he was high on it.

He started to move his hand up and down awfully slow. Then fast, then slow.

He pinched my nipple and I almost came right there as a deep moan came from the back of my throat.

"PLEASE SIR! CAN I PLEASE COME?" I begged, trying to chase my climax. "You're going to wake up the kids." He didn't answer my question.

"Can I please come, Sir? Please! I'll be a good boy, I promise." I whimpered, him spreading my pre-cum from the tip to make it better for him.

"Oh, God, I'll do anything." I moaned. Zander gently slapped me. "Do not mention another man's name while my hand is over you fucking dick." I nodded while groaning.

"Words, pathetic whore." I softly smiled at that. "Yes, Sir."

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This chapter is for mah fran. Yo welcs.