Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Kezia has never taken to technology and prefers to be outside, doing art with the kids, reading or dancing around the house or at her studio. She rarely turns on the television unless it’s to watch something with the kids.
The house is never the same without her. There’s a mess in the kitchen, as usual. She’s not the cook of the family, but she tries, and cleaning up isn’t her specialty either.
She truly is a free spirit and it may mean a little more work on me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s my prize, my princess, my little girl, and I’d do anything to make sure she’s happy.
She’s made a family with me but also with my parents and Summer and Margaret, and of course, Genevieve. She brings light, and laughter, everywhere she goes, and it’s a constant fucking battle to keep guys from gravitating to her. Even the fathers of the kids at The Little Sprite Dance Studio need some schooling from me now and then.
I’m still working, but more and more I just want to spend every minute here with my family. Retirement isn’t long away. Seeing my parents enjoying each other still, the way they do, just makes me want to have that with Kezia.
I hear the door click behind me and a second later, the cold, empty house is full of chaos and love again.
“Daddy!” James and Gordon come running, but Kezia smiles, holding Melanie, who’s dead to the world in her arms, sound asleep.
“Where were you?” I ask, trying to keep the edge off my voice because she knows better than to leave without letting me know where she’s going and without her cell.
“We just went to see Summer. Had ice cream, then went to the park.”
“Without your phone? Without letting me know?” I do like control when it comes to my little sprite, but there’s always a reason and a purpose behind it all. I taught Kezia to drive just after we got married and, well, she gets lost easily even with GPS and has had three minor accidents in five years, so I want to keep close tabs on her when she’s out.
Besides, I can’t stand not knowing where she is and if she’s safe, even when she’s not driving. Just how I am, and that’s not going to change. Not when it comes to my wife and our family.
I bought her a beast of a car, a tricked-out Suburban, and she’s on her third because I want her to always have the latest and greatest when it comes to safety.
She curls up her lips on a little pout. “Sorry?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, looking down at the boys. She knows if I was really worried, I could pull up my tracking on my phone. The first anklet I gave her gave out a few years ago, but she got another one to replace it a day later. “You guys are sticky. Go wash up. You can have free time in the playroom for an hour, then I’ll have dinner ready. Go, scoot.”
They whistle and head up the stairs to the enormous playroom, and I go over and take Melanie from Kezia and set her down in the portable crib in the living room.
I’m as obsessed as ever with my wife, and sometimes I may go overboard, but whatever it takes to keep her safe and keep me from losing my mind is what I do.
Kezia has given me a life I never imagined. Her softness, her wildness and free spirit balance out my own calm, controlling nature, and I’ve grown as a man, a husband and a father. In turn, she’s grown to trust, to understand what it means to have roots and real family.
To feel secure.
“I got the flyers and the sign-up sheets done for the recital next week.” She’s trying to change the subject.
“That’s good, baby.” I walk over and take her hand, leading her down the hall to our bedroom. “But, you know the rules. You leave the house, you let me know and you take your cell. You didn’t do either.”
“I’m sorry, it was last minute…”
“That’s no excuse, is it?”
She shakes her head, “No, Daddy.”
“Okay, so, corner time.” I close the door behind us and point and she knows what to do.
I stand and watch in awe. She still takes my breath away, the same as she did that first day.
My cock is already a length of thickening, demanding flesh when she drops her lime-green polka dot dress to the floor, naked underneath, as she puts her hands on the walls in the corner, arching her back, ass out and head falling between her arms.
“Good girl,” I seethe, already kicking off my work boots and stripping my clothes. “You know you’re getting a rough fuck, little girl. A punishment and a reward all at once.”