Pearl's Awakening (Devil's Iron MC #3) (5 page)

I can’t believe that she is pregnant with a little boy. Since I first saw that bump the night at the club, I have thought of little except that baby and the woman whom I’d left. Fuck me;I am such a fucking idiot. I should have known better when I walked in that night, but Layla’s fucking games lead my mind somewhere else. If that stupid cunt wasn’t already dead, I would put that bitch under.

Now, I will have to work like hell to just be a part of this child’s life, not to mention having to endure the fucking heartbreak of seeing Pearl with Blaze together and, fuck me, seeing his marks on her, his collar around her neck and his ring on her finger. When I saw the welts this morning it was such a fucking turn on to see her punished for her leaving, but also torture knowing that I was not part of that and I would never be buried deep inside of her again.

Pushing the thoughts of being with Pearl from my mind happens fast when I hear Iris and Rose storm into the cottage shouting. “Momma, Iris pooped her pants and Markus didn’t bring any diapers or wipes with us on the boat. He is so silly.”

Pearl and I are both on our feet quickly as the girls rush the couch one smelling significantly worse than the other. Iris reaches for me saying, “Uppie please, Abraham,” and I grab her up and take her over to the mock changing table set up in a corner of the room. Laying her down I swiftly go about changing her diaper. When done, I pick her up and turn back to see both Markus and Pearl staring at me.

“What are you two staring at?”

Pearl answers me quickly, “Iris has been very quiet since the night they were taken. We know that they didn’t see much, if anything at all, but we still really do not know what happened.” Shaking her head and taking a few steps toward me reaching out for Iris, she goes on this time quieter, “She hasn’t talked to or approached anyone like that, except me since that night, not even Markus.” Her face flushes as she takes Iris from me and walks back towards Markus.

Rose, who is now at my feet tugs on my pant leg drawing my attention down to her. “Abraham, come outside with me to play, please?”

“Of course Rose, I would love to come outside with you. I have missed spending time with you, your sister, and your momma these past few months.” Hearing a grumble coming from Markus I go on without pause, “What are we going to play?”

“Maybe if momma and Markus and Iris come outside too, we could play tag? Iris isn’t that good but momma or Markus will help her.” Looking towards her mother, Iris smiles seeing her mom nodding her head yes. Grabbing my hand, she starts pulling me towards the door with Pearl and Iris in tow and Markus quickly follows with an indulgent smirk.

The remainder of the morning is spent playing tag and enjoying the unseasonably warm March weather. Heading back into the house we work as a team changing diapers and getting the girls ready for naps after we have shared a quick lunch. I have decided to head back to Chicago tonight, but am hoping that I will be able to talk more with Pearl when the girls lay down for their naps.

As Pearl is putting the girls down for their naps, I decide to ask Markus for some more time with Pearl and also ask him about the fucking paternity test.

“Prez.”

“Markus is fine when we are out of the fucking clubhouse, Abraham. What is it that you want?”

“I need to finish my talk with Pearl and was hoping that I could do it during the girls’ naps. Of course, that is, if it is okay with you?”

“If Pearl stays awake, which I doubt, I have no problem with you finishing up your talk. Has she told you more about that night?”

“No, but she did jump down my fucking throat when I asked her about a paternity test. What the fuck is that about Markus?”

“It is a sore fucking subject with her, that is for sure. I have been asking her to get both a paternity test as well as the genetic testing that the doctor has recommended, but she has refused repeatedly.”

“Why does the doctor want her to have genetic testing? Is there something wrong with the baby? Or Pearl?”

“No, no, not at all, at least that the doctor can tell anyway. It is just recommended in women who are over 35 years old, due to advanced maternal age.”

“Advanced maternal age, what the fuck is that?” I say to Markus with a questioning look on my face.

“Yeah, that is what I said when I first heard it, too. I don’t know, it is just something that doctors came up with to scare the crap outta women who are having babies later in life.” Looking at me, shrugging his shoulders he goes on, “there are some extra tests that they recommend moms to have due to it, like a chromosome test to see if the baby might have Down Syndrome, and some others. The doctors also recommend some extra ultrasounds to make sure that the baby is growing properly and shit.”

“Why won’t she fucking have the tests then? They sound like things that she should be fucking doing. What if there is something wrong with our baby?”

“Our baby, huh Abraham? She says that it doesn’t fucking matter one way or another. If there is something wrong with the baby, she will refuse to abort it, so worrying herself prematurely is something that she doesn’t want to do. I have tried everything that I can think of to get her to get the tests, I have tanned her ass more than once, and it is still a no go with her.”

“Go get her, maybe if she is hearing it from both of us she will feel differently.”

“I’m not that dumb, Abraham. If she fell asleep putting the girls down, then we will leave her fucking sleeping. She is a fucking bear when I try to wake her up. You can stay away from home another night and talk with her when the girls go to bed tonight. Yes?”

“I guess; I just don’t want to intrude on you two. Plus, it is awkward as fuck to be here watching you with her. If I am fucking honest, it is hard as fuck knowing that you own her and that I won’t be able to have her again. She is the only woman that I have ever loved or that I want to ever love, it is torture to see you with her, but it is torture to not see her as well.”

“I think that might be something that you need to get used to Abraham, unless of course you plan on leaving again?”

“Fuck no, I am not leaving again. I will live the rest of my life making up for what I let happen to Pearl the last time I left.”

That morning waking up at the cottage with Pearl in my arms was no exception to the countless number of mornings that we shared over the past few weeks. Pearl was dreaming in the night, restlessly, and I am sure that I could smell her sweet cunt as soon as I woke up. I had to hold myself back from not sinking deep into her, knowing that Abraham was on his way and would be at the cottage any minute. The journal held some insights into both her dreams and what she wants.

After reading her journal the other day, I have thought of little else except what she had written. Questioning myself and how I am going to make her acknowledge what it is that she needs and wants, is something else that has not been far from my mind.Deciding that Pearl needs to take some ownership for her feelings and desires, I know the path that I would like to take.

I think back to one of the nights that we were at the Dungeon and to the flare of dominance in her eye when she felt threatened by Ember. Sweet little Ember, that bowed down so nicely to Pearl when she felt threatened and dominated. I remember the moment clearly when the flash of wanting and lust passed through Pearl’s eyes when I mentioned a scene between the two of them that night. When Pearl starts to be able to express her desires in situations like controlling Ember, she will be better suited to stand up for what she desires- having both Abraham and I own her completely. If she is truly wanting both of us, she will need to be able to speak her mind and own the feelings that she has.

After the girls wake up from their naps we all head out on the boat and spend a few hours trying to catch some fish, with no luck. Reaching land again we decide to fire the grill up and cook brats, corn, and potatoes on the grill for supper. Abraham makes his way into town to grab some supplies, but not before being shanghaied by Iris, who insists on going with him. Iris has made it her path in life to make sure that we have a fire tonight, she wants s’mores, and it didn’t take the pregnant lady long to jump on board with the idea.

Pearl helps Abraham pack Iris up into his truck and I head out towards the grill. As I am lighting it Pearl comes around the cottage with Rose to see my progress. Rose runs off to chase Hilda around the yard as my Sweetling takes the final steps in reaching me.

“Hi, Markus” she purrs as she snuggles close to me smelling me before licking her way from my neck to my ear. “I love you so much, Markus. Sorry for the awkward situation that we find ourselves in.” Kissing my ear before I feel a small nip at the lower lobe she continues on,“I also want to apologize for the scene you walked in on earlier this afternoon.”

Her head drops as she goes on, “Abraham and I were arguing about the paternity of the baby and he was really starting to rile me up. I think he finally got the message and was trying to calm me down when you walked in,and saw him touching me. What he was touching is yours. I know that you said not to do anything unbecoming of your pet or old lady and I didn’t try to. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“Pet, do you think that I am upset with you?” stroking my hand slowly down her back I come to rest it on the bump of her ass. Slapping that lush globe quickly forces her eyes up to meet mine.

“Well, you have been really quiet and you haven’t kissed or touched me all day.” Thatputsa look on her beautiful face that should not ever be there.

“No, Pet. You were fine today, there was nothing done with Abraham that I think was disrespectful.” Squeezing her ass, I go on,“I have been quiet because I do not want to flaunt our relationship in front of Abraham. He has had a very difficult time with his return and also learning the truth about that night, our relationship, and the baby. He still has feelings for you, Pet, and it is killing him to see us together. Just put yourself in his shoes for a little bit.”

Grabbing her hair, I tug harshly on it, pulling her eyes to meet mine. “I am not telling you that you must put your feelings aside or forgive him for what he has done, just know that he is struggling with the decisions he has made. Your forgiveness will help for him to heal, and I think, for you to heal as well.”

Keeping my tight hold on her hair I carry on, “since you brought up my being upset with you, however, there are other issues that I have, with your lack of honesty. Starting with those dreams that you have been having nightly, tell me what you have been dreaming about, Pet. Do you not think that I can smell your pussy each morning when I wake? Are you trying to hide that you are waking up most mornings wet and wanting? Whatever are you thinking about in your sleep? Tell me now, please.”

Looking up into the green eyes, I am lost to the answer he wants. Knowing that the answer I should give is something that will only hurt him, I go another way. “Markus, I really don’t know what you are saying. You know that I have been having dreams ever since the night that Abraham returned. I am not sure what you are trying to say or if you are questioning my loyalty to you, but I don’t like it.”

I try to take a step away from him, but I am stopped by a large hand on my ass squeezing into the welts that have taken residency there, painfully. “Pet, just stop right there and don’t even think to lie to me again. You know that the punishments for it are not to be taken lightly. I also do not appreciate you turning this around on me, are you trying to distract me from something, Pet?” Squeezing my ass tighter, drawing a hiss out of me he goes on, “You are the only one that I want to be with, be buried inside, and take under my rule. I have not and do not want to be with anyone except you, don’t ever doubt that. It is why I made you my Pet, and old lady, and asked for you to be my wife.” His voice raises as he finishes, “Don’t push your fucking doubts off on me, it will not turn out well.”

Looking around I quickly set eyes on Rose who is none the wiser of what we are discussing and is off playing with Hilda in the neighboring yard. Feeling his hand on my chin, my head is abruptly turned back towards his, “She is fine I have been keeping watch on her. Now stop stalling and answer the question.”

“Markus, it is not that easy. I don’t want to see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes that I think will be there when I tell you.”

Dropping my gaze, the hand on my chin again tilts my face upward making my eyes meet that of the man I belong to. “Would it help you to know that I have read the journal that the psychologist asked you to keep?”

Tilting his head to the side, he continues on, “Would that help for you to tell me the truth and stop trying to hide things from me?”

“Why would you read my journal? That is such a...”

He cuts me off, “Pet, watch the tone. I was not invading your privacy, if that is what you were thinking; I was merely trying to get a hint of where you ran off to. You know that there is a distinct change in both your style of writing as well as your content as soon as Abraham returned. Why do you think that is, Sweetling?”

“I think that my feelings for Abraham are not completely gone, Master. I know that the dreams that I have been having involve not only you, but him as well. I am trying my best to keep him out of my mind, but when I sleep it is not something that I can control. I do not want you to be upset with me for having these thoughts, but I am not sure what else to do.”

“Pet, I have an idea about how to help you deal with your feelings and also how to help with your communication skills as well. Tonight we will have a scene when the girls go to bed and after you have finished your talk with Abraham. We will see how your communication skills improve afterward. Yes?”

Hearing Abraham pulling up again, I lean in and kiss Markus with all the passion I feel for him. Breathlessly I pull back whispering, “Thank you for being so understanding and helping me to become a better Pet and old lady, as well as helping me to work on my communication, Master. I do love you.”

Releasing me from his grasp, I join Rose and Hilda in running over to the truck to help get Iris out of it, while Abraham gets the groceries out. Markus slowly wanders over to help unload what was only supposed to be a few things.

Questioning, I look towards Abraham who answers before I even ask, “She would not stop putting stuff in the cart. I tried to put it back and then she threw a massive fit.So we negotiated that she could have a few things.”

Looking over to the bags I see enough junk food to last a frat house for a long weekend party. “Jeeze, Abraham you have to tell her no. She is only going to get worse if you give into her when she does that stuff.” Shaking my head, I look down at Iris who is grinning from ear to ear.

“Iris, you know better than that. You will not be able to go anywhere with Abraham if I can’t trust you to be a good girl and do what you are supposed to do at the store. Do you understand me? Now apologize to Abraham.”

“Yes, momma. Sorry for getting you in trouble, Abraham.”

I place her down on the ground, and with a gentle rap on her butt, she runs off to join her sister playing with Hilda.

As I walk into the house I unpack the groceries and start to get the food ready to be put on the grill. Carrying it back outside, I am happy seeing Markus and Abraham standing by the grill waiting for the food and watching the girls play with the dog. When I reach the grill, the two men quit talking quickly and look at me with wide smiles on their faces.

“Here is the food guys, the brats have been broiled, potatoes are all sliced up, and the corn has been shucked and seasoned as well. I think the potatoes will take the longest to cook, but I will leave you to it. I’ll be in the house getting dessert ready if you need me, okay?”

“Yes, Sweetling, why don’t you let Abraham come with you. You can finish up that talk while you get the dessert ready. I will make sure that the girls stay out here.”

As I turn to walk back to the house I feel Abraham fall in behind me. As we enter the house I head towards the kitchen and start getting out the ingredients that I will need to make strawberry shortcake.

“Do you need help with something Pearl? I am not that bad in the kitchen if you remember correctly.”

“I do remember, and sure, you can slice up the strawberries please.”

Handing him a knife and a bowl, I walk over and start to mix up the shortcakes. “Abraham, what else do we need to talk about? I thought we finished the discussion this morning.”

“I would like to hear from you what happened the night I left and also what has happened since that point. I know that it is probably hard for you to talk about these things, but nobody else will talk about it and I need to know.”

I roll my neck, thinking back to that night again. I start the story that has now etched itself on my memory. How I had bumped into Layla on my way to the restroom when I first got to the party. How I walked in on the two of them kissing when I returned.

Markus telling me that Layla had spiked my drink with something that they later found out from my blood test on a sample they had taken from me was GHB. I continued to tell Abraham what happen when I was running from him and then the feeling of arms on me before blacking out. How I woke up sometime later to find myself tied to a bed with a gag,making it impossible for me to scream.

As I continue the story, I tell Abraham how I did not understand what was going on, and then how I looked around the room and meet his eyes before I felt searing pain flaring in my pussy.  I tell Abrahamthat was when he turned and walked away from the door and that is when my heart dropped.

The tears that have been slowly falling now start an onslaught that I cannot control.Abraham moves closer to me quickly, unsure what he should do to comfort me.

Stroking my back he raises my chin as he looks into my eyes, “Little One, I know that this is difficult to tell, it is hard as fucking hell for me to hear it. I am so sorry that I walked out on you, I will do whatever I can to make it up to you. If Layla and those stupid fucks were not already taken care of that is something I would find great pleasure in.”

Continuing, I tell him that at some point Layla made an appearance in the room and knew the men that were taking turns raping me, one of whom she called her brother. She even went so far as telling them to not come in me so DNA could not be used against them, then to go clean up and return to the party. I tell him how the men left and Layla came towards my bound and beaten body as she screamed at me “I cannot believe that he chose you over me. HA! Enjoy your life now that Tank is no longer going to want your stupid fucking fat used up ass. I wonder what hurt him more, the texts from your phone that said this is what he deserved or the picture right after that.”

I looked towardsAbraham and let him know that Layla had been the one to send the messages to him that night.

“That makes more sense to me, I could not figure out those messages to save my life. Why you would send those to me just didn’t seem like something that you would do. To be fucking honest the whole situation didn’t seem like something that you would do, but I let my hot headedness get the best of me.”

Going on with the story I tell him how a short while later, Markus found me and took me to his house where a nurse was waiting to tend to my injuries. After I passed out for some time, I took the pregnancy test before taking the morning after pill that she had left. That is when I had found out that I was pregnant and I left without a word to Markus.

“You found out about the baby after being raped?”

Nodding my head,I quickly touch on some of the details of the next four months. Forming a bond with Doc and Trip while they were on protection duty, which was anytime that Markus was not with me. The taking of the girls and how Markus and the brothers got them back. Finally ending with how Layla had come to the house to finish the job, but was not as successful as she might have liked.