The Don And His Flower

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Imani woke up satisfied the following morning.

Her moans were soft, desperate as she pulled the shirt she wore up. Giving him more access, Imani gave a small arch in her back, the sheets warming their bodies as she looked over her shoulder. Valis mimicked her hands and fisted the sheets right beside her.

The woman wasn't sure what made her husband become so possessive over the night. Was it the baby? Did her sudden pregnancy make the man feel like he had ownership over her?

Her thoughts were halted as she felt his hand fist her hair. Such a faint gasp, cut off when his lips found her scar, kissing and sucking hard.

"Valis." She held on to his other hand, interlacing fingers as he held underneath her stomach. "Can you feel me? Do you know what you do to me, flower?" He grunted softly, sweat on the pillows as he thrust harder.

"You do this to me. Every single time I see your face. I think about your smile, your freckles nose, your eyes. This is what you do, flower. Forgive me for how hard I must be, but your cunt feels so good. So fucking wet and warm.. fuck."

He sat up, taking her with him. He carried her to the mirror, giving the large reflected rectangle his muscle toned back. Imani gasped, hands on his back as she bounced on him. "Don't stop, Valis. Oh my..please don't stop."

"That's it, baby. You take me so fucking good."

So hot.

So damn hot.

"Valis." She cried, feeling his back flex at every thrust he stretched her insides with.

Valis.

Valis.

"You have no idea-fuck."

Valis.

Valis.

Valis.

Valis.

His name softly echoed in the room, even an hour later. Valis felt the cool of the fan on his back, faint neck scratches stinging as he looked over his shoulder. Naked and filled with his potents, Imani lay back asleep. He woke her up early just to fuck her, just to breed her and put her back to sleep.

Valis watched the thin white arousal go down the drain, remnants of her numerous succeeded orgasms washed off his skin. He remained another half hour into the shower. Finally making his escape after he managed to get himself off from a sudden erection.

Imani never moved, some of his potents between her folds, teasing the man as he was sure he wiped most of it away. Valis made the decision to leave her in bed, leaving her to sleep. Other matters seemed to outweigh his need to wipe between her legs again. The familiar path of the basement came to his head, finding himself listening to the grunts and rusted squeaks of the springs in the mattress.

Standing in the doorway, Valis watched one man hold down the lower part of his father's back. Forcing an arch from the man as the soldier kept himself on one knee, the other leg pinned to the back of his father's neck.

Valis saw the void in his eyes. His steps faint as he neared the squeaking matress.

A bead of the soldiers sweat trickled on his father's forehead, Valis watching it trail all the way to the bottom of his lip. Small trickles of fear still showing as Valis saw the wad of spit that landed from the soldier to Michael Kholodov's face. Degrading slurs swinging from the soldiers lips as his sudden thrust was final.

"So many hours have passed, huh? How does he feel right now? Can you feel his balls against you? He must be cumming by the way his eyes are nearly crossed up. Do you enjoy knowing how good you make your own soldiers feel? Shit..look at all that blood. Now that," he sighed watching the soldiers body tense with slight crossed eyes. He pulled out completely limp, body heaving as he stumbled away in ecstasy. The next man lined up, pumping himself before separating the two bruised cheeks.

"That is how you make a bitch yours. There's nothing better than fucking someone so good that they bleed on your cock. You look like you can take one more..can't you?"

Valis stood from the mattress, sitting in the chair as he watched the scene before him. The soldier grunted, gripping the bruised flesh of Don Michael Kholodov's ass before slapping it hard, hitting it again and again. He listened to the grunts and slurs leave the soldiers lips, all similar watching how he was picked up. Limp and with void in his soul.

"Is this how you did it?" Valis watched the few soldiers tape Michael Kholodov's head to the brick wall, securing it in thick layers as his hands remained tied behind his back.

Legs were dangling, swinging from rough impact as he was taken against the wall. "Is this how you treated my woman?" The brutality continued for only ten minutes until the soldier finished inside him. "Hang him up for now. Have some fun with him that way."

Valis stood up, walking out the room while listening to the pained cries of his father, barbed wire scratching the metal poles above as it was prepared to restrain his father.

He neared the steps, loud grunts and cries heard with fists punching and flesh slamming.

***

Imani picked at the small bunch of grapes, her eyes droopy as she yawned. It was only noon when she woke up again, the small need of green grapes in her head as she decided to make her way to the compounds main garden.

Pregnant.

The thought still was still fresh in her head. Knowing she had such a fragile piece of her soul forming into someone.

A part of her and her husband.

But she still found trouble wanting to love.

She thought about her possibly deceased mother. Kalia Milton. Would she be happy? To know her daughter was carrying the child of her husband? To know Imani is being loved and catered to unconditionally by him?

The soft crunch of grass caught her attention, one farmer came smiling. The elder woman placed a basket of tomatoes down as she kneeled beside her. "There are some plum tomatoes if you'd like some ma'am."

Imani had close to three baskets filled with packaged meat and fresh produce for her and Valis. The door closed, heart thumping in her chest as she finished drying her hands off. A bowl of green grapes in her eyes as familiar hands touched her skin.

"Valis?"

He looked at her, mouth touching her temple. Moving so slowly down as it touched her lips next.

"Did something happen when you left?" She questioned softly. The faint winds of the ceiling fan echoed from the living room, in a small competition of the faint hum from the fridge.

"Valis."

"I'll stand with you, flower." His lips moved to her shoulder, fingers underneath her shirt as he tapped his fingers against her nude body.

She shivered, his breath against her skin as the man made this promise. "Whatever your decision is for the baby.. I'll stand with you. It's your choice, Imani Kholodov."

A small nod was given, her hands on his arms as she met his kiss. Tipped toes on the cold marble tiles as she let him deepen the kiss a bit.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes."