Bonus Shackled Novella - Stefan I
Feet have always been my biggest kink. Before Angel, I spent a lot of money on it, buying at least a few pictures every day. I never told anyone this. There was no need, as I wasn’t harming anyone. Even now, my phone gallery is full of photos, all of them of Angel’s feet. Some were taken by me, others by her. One of her Christmas presents was a video of her feet wearing all sorts of stockings.
To say I was hard for days is not an exaggeration.
No matter how many times I watch it, I never get bored. And when she puts on stockings for me to drive me crazy…it makes me see how lucky I am to have her in my life.
As much as I want to keep touching her feet, Angel must be hungry. She barely ate anything today. Kissing her toes, I say, “Do you want chicken Alfredo?”
It might not be a fancy dish, but at least Alekos doesn’t huff at the sight of it. Those snobby taste buds of his are going to drive me insane one day.
Angel’s chocolate eyes find mine. “Do we have any pickles? How about ice cream? Chocolate cake?”
I chuckle before reassuring her, “We made sure to stock up on all the things you like and have been craving.”
Shock registers on her face before she smiles. She knows we love her, but deep down, she is still scared we will hurt her. We won’t. Not because she became our dream woman but because we love her, and seeing her suffer because of us made us realize what assholes we are.
It will take her a long time to learn to trust us completely. We are not in a rush. Time is something we have, and we will dedicate each second to proving why she was right in taking us back.
“Why do I have to eat pasta when I can have cake or ice cream? Even cum is better than chicken Alfredo,” Angel pouts.
I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. Doesn’t she like my cooking? On the other hand, she likes sucking me dry, but I’m afraid she’ll starve if she doesn’t eat real food.
“You can’t survive on only cum and sweets,” Alekos points out.
Her eyes grow bigger before saying, “There’s no way you can know that.” After tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue, she adds, “Besides, I read cum has proteins and vitamins.”
No wonder I love this woman. She says the most random stuff whenever we talk. “Cum might be good for women’s health, but you still need food. The last proper meal you had was yesterday,” I remind her.
Angel keeps arguing. “I had breakfast in bed.”
For the first time since meeting him, I hear Reyes complain about blowjobs. “If you keep up like this, by the time we leave this place, we won’t have any cum left.”
Angel sighs a bit dramatically, but I can tell the entire exchange amuses her. “Fine,” she grumbles.
“You need to be strong and healthy for when the baby is ready to be born,” Alekos says.
Her hand rests on her belly, a smile tugging at her lips. “You really thought of everything so that the baby and I would be happy and well-fed. I’m not sure if I should be scared or excited that you are finally listening to me.”
It took a lot of reassurance on our part for Angel to stop having a meltdown each time we talked to her in a certain way. Just because we call her a slut in bed—it’s sexy as fuck when we use her as the little slut wife she is—it doesn’t mean we don’t listen to what she says. Or that we really think she is a whore, or whatever else we call her.
“Of course, we planned things out beforehand. We knew we would be busy while here, and we would tire you more than ever,” I reply.
Angel quirks an eyebrow. “Busy doing what?”
Reyes slaps her ass before getting out of the bed. “Fucking you, of course.”
“Only that?” Angel’s neutral expression makes me wonder what she thought we’d do in Bora Bora. Sightseeing? Swimming with the dolphins? Getting nice tans? We are on our honeymoon, not on a vacation.
Even Alekos thinks like me, as he says, “This is what we are supposed to do on our honeymoon—eat, fuck, and drink.”
“What about sleep?” Angel wants to know.
I pick up my shorts from the floor and put them on. “When we are too tired to keep our eyes open, we will let you rest.” To my blood-brothers, I say, “Keep our wife busy while I prepare something to eat.”
Cooking is one of my hobbies. While I’m not the best chef out there, the meals I make are pretty decent. At least Alekos hasn’t complained so far. I let my blood-brothers take care of Angel, and I go to the kitchen.
When I rented this place, I hired someone to come in every few days to clean and bring fresh fruits and vegetables or anything else we might need.
After I make sure I have all the ingredients for chicken Alfredo, I get to work. Providing for Angel is something I love doing. Not only because her eyes light up like the stars in the sky, but it’s also my way of showing how sorry I am for all the shitty things I did to her.
I’m not always good with words, and I don’t even know where to start with apologizing to her, nor do I have the guarantee that she’ll believe me. How can I expect her to forgive me for leaving her behind in the facility, putting not only her at risk but our baby as well, when I’ll never forget what I did? I’m lucky as it is for receiving a second chance; no way in hell I’ll blow it by saying something that will prove what a total moron I am. If I can’t find the right words to express my feelings, I prefer doing little acts of love.
While the pasta is boiling, I look for fruits in the fridge to make juice for Angel. Keeping her healthy is important as pregnancy can be hard on the body, and my biggest fear is that something will happen to my lovely wife. In case of an emergency, Angel will always put the baby first, but my blood-brothers and I will choose her no matter what, and I don’t think she’ll ever forgive us if we ever have to make that choice.
I put the glass with fresh juice next to a slice of cake on the porch’s table and rush to finish the chicken Alfredo. The day is almost over, and I want to take Angel on a walk down the beach after dinner.
“Need help?” Reyes asks as he enters the kitchen.
I jerk my head in the direction of the porch. “Do you mind setting up the table?”
Reyes nods and grabs what he needs from the cupboard.
Things between my blood-brothers and I are still tense. They still hate me for what Carlos did to Angel, especially Reyes. Ever since he realized she was the girl from the medical facility, his obsession with her has grown even stronger. Seeing him so in love makes me happy. And it’s more than clear that Angel loves him very much as well.
When it comes to me, she is still reserved. I don’t blame her. I was horrible to her. One day, she will look at me without remembering how I failed her.
I finish putting the food in a serving bowl when Angel enters the kitchen, her hair still damp from the shower and water running down her body. All my blood goes south, which leads me to say one of the few words I know in Spanish, “Sexy mamacitá,” before I whistle.
Angel laughs. “Do you even know what that means?”
I shrug. “Hot mom?” I try to guess. Who cares what it means when my dick is ready to show her what I really mean.
Angel comes to inspect the pasta since strong smells have been bothering her lately, and she can’t eat certain dishes, when she notices my cock. She grins as she says, “Does little Stefan need my attention again?” while sticking her hand into my shorts.
My fingers wrap around Angel’s throat. “Who are you calling little? Do I need to choke you on my dick to prove how big I am?” I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun with a woman. It’s not only her body that’s perfect, but her entire personality as well. How the fuck did I not see it it in the beginning is a total mystery.
Angel grabs my dick. I groan because I badly want to be inside her—again. It is easy to understand Reyes’ obsession when I can barely keep my hands off her. Especially now that she is pregnant. I never found pregnant women sexy. I mean, they are growing a tiny human inside their bodies. But Angel? I want to bend her over the sofa each time I see her. She is not just a future mom; she is fucking hot.
“Why is it that men love blowjobs so much? Or choking women on their dicks?” she wonders.
It’s Reyes who replies, “There’s something about a woman, on her knees, in front of her man, worshipping his cock, gagging on it, that turns the man absolutely wild.”
“Not to mention that she is considered wife material right away,” I nonchalantly add.
Angel bites her bottom lip before murmuring, “Funny you say that.”
Her words remind me of the time I took her shopping.
Before I can let her know how much I enjoyed that day, that I was so close to fucking her, Angel gets on her knees, frees my dick from my shorts, and takes me into her mouth. My ability to think straight is replaced by pure pleasure. Her mouth on me feels amazing.
I put my hand on top of her head and let her suck me the way she likes it. I’m not a big fan of gagging her on my dick, as I would rather hear her moan. That way, I know she enjoys what she is doing. I lean to the side and grab her tit while she bobs her head up and down my length. From the porch, Reyes watches Angel. No doubt he wants to fuck her ass again, but before we came here, I had a talk with him and Alekos, asking them to give me some time alone with Angel, so I could show her how much she means to me. They weren’t particularly happy with the idea, but we decided that each of us would have at least one day when we would be alone with Angel.
Angel looks up at me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I groan as she takes me down her throat and keeps me there. I tug on her nipple, and she moans; the vibrations made by her muscles almost make me cum. “The things I want to do to you….” She has no idea the things I have planned for our honeymoon….
She pulls me out of her mouth and slaps my dick over her lips before asking, “Like what?”
I push past her lips, wanting my dick back inside her sweet mouth. “Like fucking on the beach, in front of everyone.”
Alekos has perfect timing joining us and not only sees Angel gagging on my dick—her doing, not mine—but also hears what I just said. “Who is everyone?”
“Tourists.” The word pushes past my teeth and sounds more like a growl, but Angel is licking and sucking my balls while jerking me off, and I want to focus only on what she’s doing to me.
“While it sounds like a good idea, I don’t think the tourists would be particularly happy with us fucking Angel in front of them,” Alekos tries to reason with me.
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