Chapitre 533: 12. It's A Sin.
After my heat, the boys were eager to show a few new things that they had acquired. Charles and Adam had a new ability they could teleport. They could also transport me that way. I could in most dire need teleport by myself, in theory, because I had done it once, and it meant I could do it again but there hadn't been that kind of situation that I had been in full control, such a need to move, but I should try it, boys were eager to teach me.
We had gym and boys were putting me in shape, meaning two against one fight and with full force, but without them putting their switches off of Damon poisoning me with metals. It was not easy, but it helped when I could use my rage and be so damn unpredictable, making Charles swear quite many times. Also, Adam too.
When my move was something that should not been possible somehow I pulled it off and they tried to anticipate, but as I myself did not know how I would hit or kick the next minute, it was not easy for them to even try to guess what my move would be. I was a little, nimble. Merciless and strong, so boys get decent workouts themselves too and they had some rage to be unleashed as well.
But as in love as we were, it was not all happiness and bliss. There were lessons to be learned from these two. And especially with Charles, who had gotten over his initial Uber love for me and started to notice my many flaws, too. He acted also as pack leader, more and more, keeping me under control and not allowing me to jump at his nose, or try to undermine his authority. He had a sense of humor, but it was not endless. Some lines weren't good to cross at all.
We then decided to go to the newer castle in Italy, and I could then show everything off and continue decorating with Mirella and Mimosa. When we arrived by teleportation, of course, Charles announced he would be doing the kitchen upstairs and the medbay. I hadn't touched either of them yet.
Mirella and I then started to do the rooms and Charles started to do his kitchen, and medbay that also went ahead. We had quite many aquarium rooms, meaning 2000 liters of aquariums all over the room and full of fish of all shapes and sizes too. I had gotten my greenrooms ready. I had a separate orchid room here, a plant laboratory, and also a human laboratory, but I did not tell those about Charles either.
My human lab had all kinds of latest analyzers that I had gotten from my medical colleagues, there were analyzers for even shit, I just thought that someday I might show these to Charles if he wants to move some of these into medbay, but he was too very particular what would go in his design in medbay and too many analyzers would not be accepted there.
Mirella had found us a project of our own. We were going to do a baking kitchen. She had seen this room by chance, which must have been a kitchen at some point. There was a huge baking oven, and the room was huge. It was not in the best shape and it would take quite an effort to get it ready.
Still, it would have a very rustic feeling to it, as there were ancient ovens and wood-burning ovens and it would be fun to warm them up. I honestly did not think that Charles would mind, as he preferred the modern kitchen. His style, was simple, clean, and electrical, not wood burning. So I thought that this would be a nice place for us to sometimes fire up that huge oven and then bake as much as possible.
We started brainstorming and ordering supplies. Our baking kitchen was on the other side of the upstairs. Near the back door, we could always use it to get to the elevator for supplies and to fix up the room: installed cabinets, and floors too. That was not so easy, and I was sure that our floor was not perfect, but it would do now. The door to the room was actually in a recess, and Mirella hung a tapestry over the doorway so that no one would know there was a door behind it. We wanted to reveal this as finished as not wanting to men come and judge our efforts.
We had gotten our kitchen almost ready. I mean, it was rustic as hell. A lot of old wallpapers and tiles were still in place and we had gotten new granite and marble tabletops, so cutting would be easy. There was a chilled side of the room as if someone wanted to make choco-works.
Charles's kitchen was a bit unfinished when we finished ours, and then we decided to show ours. I knew that he might point out quite a few unfinished things in our kitchen, but I was ready and I wanted him to see this.
I went over to Charles and waited. We had this game. We had a lot of games and rituals. They had just come on board and it was fun to keep them up. I would come close, and then he would come up to me, all the way, lift my chin so our eyes would meet, then he would stroke his finger across my lips, and I would take that finger in my mouth and suck.
Then he lets his hand slide down my body, and as he strokes my hips, my waist, my legs spread just a little, but they spread. Then I bend my head to the side so he can eat me naughtily or kindly. Then it's my turn to slip my hand under his shirt and scratch him with my nails, so I get an appropriate reaction. Then, after that, we'll see if either of us has a shred of self-control.
It was this game of slow seduction, the game of self-restraint, the game between us two, our little dance, and it was so freaking erotic to do. And it leads to a very passionate time in bed, and not for just two hours.
I greet Adam so I go close again, but he circles behind me and presses against me, wraps one arm around my waist, and pulls me close to him, then he sniffs me and licks my neck, nibbles my ear, and the same thing, his hand also wanders over my hip getting the same reaction.
This was the more straightforward guy when you get close to this one so you would know what would be offing here and if you pulled out from his handling and did not end up in bed, it would be a genuine miracle.
But several times he takes and pushes three fingers into my cunt and makes me come hard. That's why we never got to finish this stuff every once in a while. It didn't take more than two days after the heat for both of them to take me to bed at the same time. Our little mating ritual had their own allure on them and on me, too.
Now, Charles did the ritual, but controlled himself.
He growled in my ear, " What are you doing honey, here?" I could feel his hot breath next to my ear, blowing in my hair.
I said nothing as I grabbed his hand and took him with me. Then I took him to our doorway.
He looked for a moment and said " Nice tapestry. I've noticed this as I've passed by. "
I smiled and pulled the tapestry aside and took him to our baking kitchen. I said, "it is not ready yet, but we found this and ta-daa. A baking kitchen. Please don't mind the floor, we aren't floor installers. "
He was silent. His gaze went over the huge oven, tabletops, our cookware, floor, tiles, lighting. The reaction was pretty damn surprising, and I certainly wasn't prepared for it. He walked all over the kitchen, checking every spot. Then he came and lifted me by the throat onto the wall and showed me how furious he was.
I had never seen him so furious with me, and he was now squeezing my throat painfully in a way that was really hurting. His gaze was blazing with fury. Mirella was quiet, trying to be as not noticeable as possible.
He said in an anger-filled voice, "Mimi. Did I permit you to make a kitchen? I do not! You don't fucking make 1-0 to me. Oh, fuck you for being smug. Now make a fucking secret kitchen. Oh fuck you, listen, I am the leader of this pack, and you will be punished, and I can guarantee you won't make the same mistake again. Oh, you're still trying to 1-0 me. I'm not fucking Damon! You don't even pull these stunts on me, I'll fucking teach you! If you find this kind of space you fucking tell me about this, not do this in secret! "
I was very quiet and very shocked. Adam had walked too over here and his gaze was as angry too. I guess these have trouble with two kitchens, where I don't have trouble. Baking and dessert making takes time, and it has a lot of equipment of its own.
Usually when you need something it is hidden in some cupboard but here, we had made so that every machine would be available as we did not have to focus on the cooking side. No need to leave room to make actual food. But no. This was so outrageous for these that I just could not utter a word. I just could not see what was a big deal in this.
Charles was still so damn furious. He looked at me with rage in his eyes and concentrated. Fine, some kind of telekinesis thing going on. He put a silver-colored shackle on my left wrist. It didn't have spikes, but it was metal and tight. Then he put one belt on me and tied me to him so that I was attached to him by my left side. He pulled my hand, the one with the shackle, behind his back and I felt the shackle snap into the magnet on the belt. I was now firmly attached to my husband, and my working hand was off.
He did not say a word. He just started to walk, and I had no choice but to walk with him.
My punishment was really overdrawn, but I kept my mouth closed, not bothered to explain myself and someday maybe when this shit storm had been passed I could explain my reasoning, why I did it, and show him why. But not now. I was pissed off as well and just kept my mouth shut. Not let him feel I was furious, too.
I was then attached to my husband 24 hours a day for two weeks. We went everywhere together. Everywhere. I got to know the bowel movements of this husband of mine, the toilet habits, everything. He released me only to do that thing myself.
But he had a similar bracelet for himself, and we showered with them. He didn't touch me in any way for the whole two weeks. I was mostly silent, trying to chop potatoes with my right hand or do whatever he told me to do. He was not in a good mood whole two weeks, mostly kept his silence to me, pouting like a little child. I did not tell him about my bloodlust, or about how much my arm hurts, or any other stuff that his little trick did to me.
When the two weeks were up, he combined his kitchen with our baking kitchen and changed everything there. He put the floors and fixed everything up, again hiding most of our machines in cupboards and putting cooking equipment in their place. He also cleaned the oven and made sure it worked.
Apparently, Mr. Cornick has a critical problem with some things. There was no way we had even patched things up as I had been free for five days now when Mimosa came back to tell me I had a European job coming up and was alone because she was getting into heat again.
He pouted at me still, not talking to me, and I had used these five days to get my bloodlust, my rage, and myself under control not to blow up his face. When he did not bake and made desserts as much as I had done and now my perfect kitchen was gone.
I had to leave pretty much immediately, and I didn't even have time to see the men as I had to catch a flight to Portugal when Mimosa started to smell really bad. This would be an even longer job for 15 months and demanding as hell. So there goes my perfect insignificant life. Back to saving the damn world again.
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