Prison of Smoke (PRISON OF TIDES SEQUEL)

Cherry’s Point of View Since the death of Raymond Mitchell, life had been blissfully peaceful. The police had chosen to overlook some of the details of Raymond’s passing, given the brutality he had subjected us to. His body was nothing but ash when the police arrived at the warehouse, and we declined to tell them how the fire started, just that there was smoke when we were leaving. In the absence of any accelerant, it had been determined that there must have been a shortage in the wiring, which had burnt up in the fire. No one looked too hard into the story. The abilities that hailed from Jacob’s newfound lineage remained a family secret, with only the Gales and the De Lucas knowing about it. I had asked if he wanted to find his parents, and he had indicated that perhaps he would in the future, but for now, he was more worried about our family. I wasn’t one to argue with the notion, and was ecstatic when Jasmine and I went into labor, giving birth on December 24th together. Our beautiful twins, one girl and one boy, Ruby and Jacob Junior. They had dark hair with natural red highlights, Ruby with my blue eyes and JJ with Jacob’s dark ones. Our first anniversary came and went, as did the children’s birthday, and then the second. They were running around and babbling, giggling, playing and chatting before we knew what hit us. There was nothing that warmed my heart more than when I heard our kids calling us Mama and Papa, wanting us to see whatever project they’d put together, whatever new thing they learned. That day, the twins were building sandcastles on the beach, allowing Lilliana to be the judge. Caspian and Jasmine were out swimming while Jacob and I kept a watchful eye on the little ones, hand in hand. “So do you think they’ll actually finish building their castles?” I asked, smirking at Jacob. His dark hair was somehow even thicker than before, his brown eyes warmer than ever as we watched our children play. He shook his head, grinning. “Nope. I am willing to bet that JJ knocks Ruby’s down here in about three minutes.” I raised a hand, feigning protest. “I am willing to bet it’s less than that.” He set a timer on his watch. “So what are we betting?” Scratching my hair, which I’d pulled into a ponytail, I thought for a minute before looking towards him. “I think the winner gets to be in charge tonight,” I whispered, not wanting the children to hear. It was our third anniversary, and Elenor was taking the children for the evening while Jasmine and Caspian were going to make themselves scarce. “You really want to play that game?” The timer beeped, indicating that three minutes had passed, and he winked at me when JJ screamed and kicked over Ruby’s castle, claiming she’d cheated by stealing his sand. We both stifled laughter as Lilliana rolled her eyes and Ruby stomped her foot. “JJ! Be nice to your sister. There’s plenty of sand to go around.” I gave him my best mean look, and he pouted, crossing his arms. “But Mama!” Jacob held up a finger. “No buts! Don’t talk back to your Mama. Now go get cleaned up so you can see Grandma, okay?” All three of the kids nodded as we took them towards the cottage, spraying them with the hose before letting them in the house. Neither one of us felt like spending our valuable alone time cleaning up the endless sand they would have tracked in with them. I bathed the three of them while Jacob got the twins’ overnight bags ready, Jasmine having already prepared Lilliana’s. Elenor arrived as soon as I got the three troublemakers dressed, and she eagerly took them off of our hands. “Finally,” Jacob smiled, taking my face in his hands and kissing me. “Alone, at last.” I sighed into his soft lips, ready for us to spend the evening together, no distractions. His hand moved down my back, tracing my spine with his fingertips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. After his hand began to explore my thigh, I pulled away. “Now Jacob, didn’t anyone tell you that you’re supposed to take a lady to dinner, first?” Chuckling, he shook his head. “I am nothing if not a gentleman. I relent. Let’s get dressed.” Jacob looked stunning, as usual, in his black button down and matching pants. My red dress swayed against my legs while my curled hair, which had grown quite long, fell over my breasts. Grinning, he took me in, eyes roaming up and down before settling on my face. “How is it possible for you to get more and more beautiful by the day?” Taking my arm, he kissed my cheek and escorted me out of the cottage. “It’s possible because I have a husband who takes care of me as well as you do.” I let him open the passenger door for me. We had gotten an SUV for the children, but he’d gotten repair work done on the sleek two-door, saving it for occasions like this. I sat in the passenger seat, and when he climbed in beside me, his hand brushed against my knee. I placed my own hand over his as he pulled out of the garage, heading in the direction of town. “So, Mrs. De Luca, where would you like to go for dinner?” “Surprise me, Mr. De Luca.” He shook his head, glancing at me from the side. “That seems like a trap. But if you insist, we can always go to grab a burger…” I swatted his hand away from my leg, giving him a pointed look, warranting a loud laugh from him when he took my hand in his and brought it back to my knee. “How does sushi sound?” I nodded in approval, squeezing his hand. “That sounds more like it.” “Good thing I already made us reservations then, babygirl.” Years of being his babygirl, and it still made my cheeks turn bright pink when he called me by my pet name. “You always know just how to tease me, don’t you?” He brought my hand to his lips as I spoke, surprising me by nibbling on my wrist after he planted a soft kiss on my palm. “I get to tease you as much as I want tonight. I won the bet, remember?” Eyes darkening, I felt the familiar warmth between my legs, and blushed again. While we had an amazing relationship, having two toddlers made our alone time scarce. Every time we got started, it seemed like a little hand was rapping on the door, tiny dark heads of hair poking in every time I felt his morning wood press against me.   “Yes,” I bit my lip, and his fingers trailed up my thigh, teasing the edge of my panties. “You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you tonight, aren’t you? No matter how much of a tease it is.” He looked at me as he parked the car, the tip of his thumb brushing far too lightly over my slit. “Yes… yes, Daddy,” I whispered as he stroked me through my panties, pulling away and leaving me in need.  “Good girl,” He winked, knowing just how to bring out the elusive side of me that wanted nothing more than to submit to him. “Now come on.” He opened the passenger door and took my hand, helping me out of the car. I swung my legs out first, stretching them, letting him admire my smooth, pale skin. I felt his eyes on my strappy heels, moving up my calves and thighs until he landed on my slightly spread legs, visible under the skirt of my dress. Stepping out of the car, I pretended not to notice the effect that my position had on him as I smoothed my dress down. “So, what do you think about us going dancing after this?” He popped a piece of his dragon roll in his mouth, taking my hand across the table. “You’re in charge tonight. I’ll do whatever you want, remember?” I licked my lips after I sipped my martini, fully aware of the implications of my words and actions. He swallowed the last piece of his roll as I finished my drink, having eaten the last of my dinner before him. After paying, we went out to the car, and I was surprised to find him driving us home. “I thought you were taking me dancing,” I said, reminding him of his earlier suggestion. Shaking his head, he smirked at me. “I won the bet, remember?” I nodded feebly, wondering what he had in store for me. It had been months since we’d had a full night to ourselves, and I found my panties were already damp, needing him more than I ever had before. At the cottage, he locked the door and pushed me against the wall, immediately on his knees. Pushing my dress up, he looked at my soaked panties for a moment before bringing his eyes upwards toward me, breathing me in. “You’re already so f*****g wet, babygirl. Just for me.” I bit my lip as his tongue and teeth slid up my thighs, his mouth practically wringing out my panties. I whimpered at the sensation, and he yanked my panties down before pushing one leg up and over his shoulder. Latching around his strong back, I felt the muscles in my leg tighten as his open mouth fixed onto me, one lip on the very top of my clit and the other under the opening of my center. He sucked on me, his tongue moving in agonizingly slow strokes as I shivered against the wall. His hand snuck underneath my dress and into my bra, pinching and twisting my n****e, which warranted a cry from me. Pleased with himself, he increased the pace with his tongue, pulling one of my lower lips in to tug it lightly with his teeth, sucking on it before letting it out with a pop. I felt myself growing wetter as he resumed his earlier pattern, sucking my entire cunt and c******s while lapping me up. Rising pressure and warmth spread within me, and I felt him chuckle into me as he sucked on me harder. “Jake! f**k!” He kept going, refusing to stop as I orgasmed, prolonging the incredible pleasure that came with it. “Oh, Daddy, f**k, f**k,” I whined, hands yanking his hair tightly. Still, he did not stop, merely pushed a finger into me. “Please, Jake,” I begged, needing him inside of me. He shook his head and kept torturing me with his mouth and finger, twisting my n****e gently between the fingers of his free hand. “Beg me, babygirl,” He panted, slipping a second finger inside of me and angling it so that he hit my G spot. “Please, Daddy, please, I need you inside of me,” I moaned out, glad we had the house to ourselves. He nodded, pushing my red dress up and off of me before quickly discarding my bra. He took great care to suck on my breasts, keeping two fingers in my p***y while I clamped down around him, whimpers filling the air around us. Finally, he relented, kicking off his pants. He ripped off his shirt, buttons flying across the room, before his bare chest met mine, our abdomens pressed together. Eyes smoldering with passion, he leaned towards me, teasing my lips with his by brushing them far too lightly against mine. “Cherry,” He whispered, close enough that his lips moved against my own. His hands held mine against the wall beside me, and his knee rested between my thighs, erection pressing into my stomach. “Yes, Jake?” I felt my heart pounding in my chest at him so close to me, his scent wafting towards me. “Are you ready to start on our third?” I bit my lip, nodding eagerly as he lifted me up and my legs quickly surrounded his waist. He pressed into me, groaning, the first time without a condom in so long. We’d been talking about trying for another child, but hadn’t actually started yet. The smooth skin of his member was exactly what I needed inside of me, and my slick walls enveloped him eagerly, expanding to take him to the hilt. “f**k, babygirl. You feel even better than I remembered.” He grabbed my hair, pulling it at the roots as he bit into my neck. “Jake!” I gasped at the feeling of his teeth digging into my skin, loving when he manhandled me, took me how he wanted to. He shook his head, teeth still in my neck. “Daddy!” “Mhm,” He groaned, holding my hips and bringing me down hard on him. Escaping my lips, a mewl rang into his ear, causing him to lick his lips before bringing them over mine once more. He yanked my hair back so that I was looking up at him, his parted lips and the desire in his eyes nearly enough to make me orgasm then and there. As if he knew my thoughts, he grabbed my ass and squeezed a cheek before popping it, and I would have closed my eyes if not for the intensity of his gaze. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling so empty without him there, and confused, I blinked. His hand was still in my hair, and we stared at each other for a moment before he picked me up and carried me upstairs. In our room, he threw me onto the bed, feverish in his rush to climb on top of me. One of his strong hands grasped my shoulder while the other the headboard, pushing into me with such velocity that each stroke elicited a cry from me. “Oh! f**k! Daddy!” I screamed, feeling myself tightening around him, the pleasure of it all driving me towards that edge he always took me to. “f**k right, I’m your Daddy,” He growled, pressing into me harder despite the vice my core held around him. “Yes, Daddy,” I wailed, my hands grasping at the sheets. He slowed down for a moment, taking my hands in his and kissing me, taking it easier on me as I came down from my high. As soon as it finished, I realized tears were trailing down my cheeks from the intensity of my orgasm. Bringing his thumb to my face, he wiped the tear away, brushing my hair with his fingers. “Did I hurt you?” I shook my head. “No, Daddy. Do it again.” With a grin, he plunged into me, ravaging my body with the same passion as he had beforehand. “Then I’m not going to stop, babygirl. You’re mine to do what I want with tonight, remember?” I nodded, mewls coming from my throat as he f****d me senseless. He flipped me over and  laid me on my stomach, still inside of me, and I cried out at the new angle. “Ah! Oh, gods, Jake!” His breath was hot and damp on my back as he kissed the curve of my spine, my neck, his hair falling in little swoops on such sensitive skin. Holding my wrists together over my head with one hand and the headboard with the other, he took me roughly, and I loved every minute of it. “Oh gods, Cherry. f**k, you feel too f*****g good,” Groaning, he dug his fingers deeper into the skin of my wrists. “Mmm, Daddy,” I yelped in agreeance with him, completely submitting to the pleasure he was bringing me. “Daddy, please…” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I just knew that I needed it. He turned his hips, rotating inside of me and the noises leaving my mouth were animalistic by the time he went back to his thrusts. I came on him again, and he began to shudder when my p***y gripped him tightly. He moved his hand from my wrists to my shoulder and thrust hard, spilling himself inside of me, and in our orgasmic frenzy, we heard a loud clatter - the bed had fallen.  Laughing, he rolled over and draped his arm across me, bringing his lips to meet mine. Our noses brushed as I giggled back at him before rolling off the bed, letting out a small squeal when I landed on the hardwood floor. He couldn’t contain himself, his hand on his stomach, and as much as I wanted to be mad, I realized I was doing the same thing. “Oh my gods, Jake, we... “ I tried to catch my breath. “We broke the f*****g bed!” Wheezing, he nodded in agreement, climbing onto the floor beside me. His arms came around my shoulders and he kissed my hair, pulling me to the ground with him. “I love you, Cherry.” His dark eyes were warm, playful, mischievous as I looked back up at him. “I love you, too. But we should probably fix the bed.” Chuckling, he nodded before climbing on top of me again. “After I make love with you again.” His lips at the base of my neck were gentle this time, my hands taking their time to explore his body, fingers dancing along the dark, soft hair that lined his chest. In the darkness, his body flush with mine, we melted together, the same way we had so many times before - the way we would for the rest of our lives.