Chapter 29

JAMES

“Home sweet home,” I announce to the empty room, my first day back at work since our return now behind me.

The return trip did us all a world of good. Was it tough getting back into the swing of things at work? Absolutely. But not because of the workload I’d missed. It was because I had to leave my girls at home.

We got back pretty late last night, so Anna decided to take one more day off. Jim, being in the know about our situation, agreed to cover her classes today.

She just needs to get back to teaching as soon as she can so they can figure out a study plan that’ll work around Liv’s situation.

“Kitchen!” Anna’s voice echoes from the kitchen.

I stroll into the kitchen and am greeted by the most heartwarming sight. Anna’s cooking, and Olivia is coloring in her highchair, her eyes glued to her mom.

This is the dream. Coming home to my girls every single night.

“What’s cooking?” I ask Anna.

“I was just about to ask if you’d like to join us. Olivia picked the menu—why don’t you ask her?” I creep into the room and sneak up on Olivia.

“Boo!” I exclaim, giving her shoulder a gentle shake.

“Aaaah!” she squeals, caught off guard.

When Liv gets engrossed in something, she enters her own little world. It’s always fun to surprise her.

“Daddy!” she yells, feigning anger.

“What’s up, princess?” I ask, trying to sound innocent.

“You scared me!” she pouts, which only makes me laugh even harder.

“Daddy…!” Olivia pouts and crosses her arms, trying to look mad at me.

“Don’t make that face, Lovebug,” Anna chides without even looking our way.

~How did she know that?~

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“I’m her mother, I’m supposed to know these things,” she replies before I even get the chance to ask.

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “I know you like the back of my hand,” she says, gesturing with her hands without even looking at me. It’s uncanny.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. Trust me, A, you’ll regret it,” I warn her. My stern voice wavers as she looks up from her cooking.

She seductively licks her upper lip, her gaze piercing through me.

“A. Don’t. tease. me,” I caution her.

She smirks. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Daddy, Momma, what are you doing?” Olivia interrupts.

That snaps us back to reality and away from the flirtatious tension. The bulge in my pants is painfully hard. She’ll regret it. She knows she will.

“Nothing, princess. Tell me, what did you pick for dinner?” I ask Olivia.

Her eyes light up. “Mac and cheese!” she exclaims. “Momma makes the best mac and cheese.”

After dinner, we have to clean Olivia’s catheter, which is no easy task. Sure, they showed us how to do it, but getting a three-year-old to lay still for thirty minutes? That’s a challenge. So we came up with a deal.

“Lovebug, you need to lay still so we can finish faster,” Anna says, trying to keep Liv still as I clean the wound.

“Momma, it hurts,” she whimpers, a tear trickling down her cheek. Anna kisses the tear away.

“We need to clean it so it won’t hurt anymore. It’s just cold,” Anna reassures her. It’s true, it doesn’t really hurt, it’s just salt water. It’s just really, really cold.

“Okay,” Olivia agrees.

“Livvy, if we do this every day, the wound on your chest will heal. If you don’t lay still, we’ll have to do this for even longer. So let’s make a deal,” I suggest.

“I don’t want it longer, it hurts,” she complains.

“It won’t hurt anymore once it’s healed, baby,” I remind her.

She nods at me. “A deal?” she asks, grinning. This girl knows how to negotiate. She may only be three, but she knows how to get what she wants.

~She’s definitely her daddy’s girl.~

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“If you lay still while we clean the wound for the next few days, then mommy and I will redo your room. We’ll go to the store and get new stuff, like a purple ladybug bedspread or a ladybug carpet.”

Her eyes light up as Anna shoots me an “I’m going to kill you for this” look.

“Ladybugs? New stuff? Room?”

I nod.

“Okay! But I want ice cream too,” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest. Anna slaps her forehead like she saw this coming.

“Okay, but if we do that, we’ll only do one new thing for your room and one scoop of ice cream,” I tell her, and Anna gives me an approving look. She nods and mouths “thank you” at me.

I know she doesn’t want Olivia to be spoiled. And I get it. But for now, if this is what makes our lives a bit easier during her battle with cancer, then so be it.

She puts on her thinking face, as if she’s mulling over my offer.

“Fine, but two scoops,” she tries, but I shake my head and cross my arms.

“Take it or leave it, baby girl,” I say, kissing her belly and making her giggle.

“Okay, but can we go to the store soon?”

“If the wound is healed, Lovebug. So lay still, and it will heal sooner,” I tell her.

I can’t believe it, but it only took ten minutes! Not thirty, like yesterday. Soon we had her ready for bed.

“Goodnight, Lovebug,” Anna says, kissing her forehead.

“I love you, princess,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“I love you too, Momma and Daddy.”

“We love you too,” we echo back to her.

With that, we close the door. Anna starts to head downstairs, but I catch her wrist and guide her into her bedroom.

“James?” she questions, but I don’t respond. Instead, I answer with a kiss.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, A,” I tell her. “And there’s a price to pay.”

She gasps.

“Do you remember what happens to naughty girls?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Let me jog your memory.” I scoop her up over my shoulder and stride over to the bed.

“James?”

I give her ass a firm smack. “No talking,” I warn her.

She falls silent immediately. I drop her onto the bed. She tries to sit up, looking around to see what I’m up to.

I approach her slowly, prolonging her anticipation of what’s to come. I lean in to kiss her.

“Oh,” she moans against my lips. She wraps her arms around me. It seems she’s forgotten what punishment means.

“No touching for you,” I tell her. I pin her hands behind her and hold them there with my own.

I yank my tie off in one swift motion and use it to bind her wrists together.

“What?” she asks me with wide eyes.

“Anna…don’t speak, or I might have to punish you even more,” I warn her.

But a grin spreads across her face. “Is that so?” she challenges me.

I try to keep my composure, but she’s not making it easy.

She leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head and whisper, “You are a bad girl.”

I feel her smile. “What are you going to do about it?” she asks, daring me.

That’s it. I push her down and flip her over, face down on the bed. I lift her ass into the air, just the right height, right in front of my hard cock.

I smack her ass hard. Just once, over her skirt.

“Is that all you got?” she asks.

~So she does remember.~

I yank her skirt up and pull her underwear off and smack her once more.

“Shit,” she hisses.

“Don’t talk back,” I tell her.

“Or what?” she says coyly.

I smack her same ass cheek again, even harder.

“Oh, lord,” she moans.

I’ve always been surprised how aroused she gets from this. But this isn’t the end. I bend down, kissing her ass cheeks where I just hit her. They are very red. My handprint is very obvious.

I kiss her further down and she moans again. I lick over her leaking folds.

“Oh, James,” she moans louder. I circle her clit with my finger as I lick her folds even more.

“O-oh…shit,” she moans.

I intensify my movements, circling her clit with my tongue and she moans in pleasure. I feel those little tingles on my tongue, telling me she’s close.

I plunge a finger into her, which makes her arch her back.

“Don’t stop!” she cries.

I circle her clit with my tongue as I pound my finger in and out of her. Just a bit further.

“O-oh… Yes!” she screams and I stop my attack.

“No!” she whimpers, disappointed.

“James…,” she pleads. I release her wrists from my tie and pull her, pouting, to the edge of the bed. She sits up, looking at me with disappointment.

“Suck,” I order.

She takes my cock out of my briefs, letting my pants fall on the floor. I undo my shirt and throw it on the floor. She takes the head of my cock in her hand, making me hiss.

I know she’ll try to punish me for what I’ve done, and to be honest, it wasn’t very nice. But in a bit, she’ll be happy I did what I did.

“Suck,” I tell her once again. She goes on her knees and takes my cock in her mouth.

“Ooh.” This is such a good feeling. I grab her hair as she bobs on my cock. The saliva drips from her mouth as she tries to take all of my cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” I moan.

“Shit,” I grab her head harder and push her faster on my cock. Just as I’m about to come, she stops.

“You’re going to regret that,” I tell her teasingly. I pull her up and throw her on the bed. I take her ankles and turn her around so that her legs are over the edge and her ass is in the air.

I place my cock at her entrance and plunge into her without warning.

“Oh fuck!” she screams into the covers of her bed.

I keep pounding.

“You’re mine,” I tell her between pounds.

“Oh God, yes!” she screams.

“Whose?” I ask.

“Yours!!” she screams.

“Good girl.”

I take her by the shoulders and pull her against me. Still pounding into her.

“God, so deep!” she screams. I pick up my pace, pounding into her. I feel I’m getting closer to the edge, but I’m nowhere near done with her.

I pull out of her, and she whimpers from the loss. I turn her around, lay her on her back, and climb on top of her. Kissing her neck, I place my cock back at her entrance.

I push only the head in and pull it out again, fast.

“Don’t tease!” she warns me. A grin forms on my face as I pound very hard into her, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Shit!”

“That’s right, baby.” The strokes I’m trying to hit her with are getting sloppier and I know it’s because of her. I need the release inside of her, she’s mine and I don’t care.

She seems to sense what’s about to happen. Her legs wrap around me, and she flips us over so she’s the one in control.

A sharp intake of breath escapes me as I anticipate what’s next. I love this part.

“Ride me,” I manage to get out.

A slow, seductive smile spreads across her face.

“With pleasure,” she murmurs. She moves on top of me, a rhythmic rocking motion. I can feel her tightening around me, a sure sign she’s on the brink.

“James, touch me,” she commands.

“With pleasure,” I echo. I caress her breasts, planting kisses on them before my hands find their way to her hips, adjusting her so she takes all of me in from a different angle.

“Fuck,” she breathes out.

I guide her movements on me, feeling my own climax building. I thrust up to meet her, hitting that sweet spot inside her.

“Fuck! I’m…co-com…ing,” she cries out.

I thrust harder, amplifying her orgasm before I let myself go.

We ride the waves of pleasure together.

Anna collapses next to me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“If that’s my punishment, I’ll be bad more often.”