Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell

Elijah

 

I stop reading the documents from my laptop when the baby monitor app sounds an alarm. I look around to make sure that Kelly won't be coming in anytime soon. I look at the clock. Delilah ensures me that Allyson's contract will only be limited to three hours per session. Delilah made it mandatory to avoid other doms or masters from abusing their slaves.  Allyson should be home by now.

I slam a fist on my desk. Another man has taken my woman. My child’s mother, I correct myself. Delilah refuses to tell me who bought Allyson. She told me some riddles about how the answer is close to me. I’ve been to Delilah's. No one close to me has ever been in that club.

“Will somebody get my son!” I yell at the phone when Christian cries grow louder.

Allyson finally walks into the room. My eyebrows curve in anger when I see her limping. What the hell did that man do to her? Allyson takes Christian from the crib and holds him in her arms. She rocks him a bit and stops. I zoom at her and notice her shaking shoulders. Allyson’s crying. I confirm it when she wipes her tears before showering our son with kisses.

I grab my other phone and call Delilah. "Give me the name now. I don't need your riddles, Delilah. Give me the name, or I'll burn that place to the ground."

“Tell me first, Elijah. How about Kelly?” Delilah counters my warning.

“Fuck you! I don’t care how you do it, but get her out of that contract,” I insist before hanging up the phone. I look at the phone for a while before throwing it hard against the wall.

I panic when the door opens when the phone hits the wall beside the door. Kelly freezes in shock for a time before walking towards me. I turn off the baby monitoring app and place my phone away from her sight.

"Another tough day?" Kelly asks. She asks with concern, but her face glows like she achieved something big.

“I can see you had a nice one,” I reply with a forced smile.

She looks at the broken phone from the floor and at the phone on my table. "I didn't know you had another phone," her tone sounds suspecting.

The baby monitoring app sounds again. I grab the phone in a panic to check on my son, forgetting that Kelly is in front of me. I blow a sigh of relief when the stupid monitor only caught Christian's squealing laugh as a cry.

"Who was it? Why did it suddenly make you laugh?" Kelly raises an eyebrow. "A moment ago, you're…"

“It was nothing, Kelly. I just had a tough day.”

"Are you sure it's just a tough day?" She tries to get my phone from me. Her suspicions irritate me. I hate it when somebody makes me panic from my lies. "Or are you hiding something from me?"

I lost my control and suddenly burst at her by saying, “Not everything is about you, Kelly!”

My annoyed cadence shocks Kelly. After we lost the third baby from miscarriage and finding out that she could never bear one again, I always hold back my temper when dealing with her. I couldn't even remember the last time I yelled or raised my voice at her.

I reach for her hand. “I’m sorry. Daddy’s just having a tough time,” I lie. Kelly gives me a dubious look. I stand from my seat and hug her, “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. You know I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.” I kiss the top of her head and embrace her.

I will never let anyone hurt my son and any of the women I love.