Chapter 22: REIgN

9:45 PM...

Midnight Amador was shaking like a leaf after a twenty-two-mile ride down the coastline of South Carolina. Tied firmly to the luggage rack on top of the borrowed 4Runner utilized by Major Nick Sanchez retired, it gave her time to think. Her mother seemed sad but happy when Midnight left her for the night. Knowing her mom well, she had always been supportive if not protective. For her to give in so easily she was either tired, or ... really did approve of Nick and his dark side, Midnight’s own dark revelation. All the girl knew was this was the happiest day of her life.

Fortunate for her no police officers had pulled Nick over, as if it would matter. Nick would have gotten off Scott free, the things they had gotten away with in such a short time gave her closure that she was safe in his hands ... Her only real complaint if she could voice it was a few nasty bugs striking her like bullets on the shoulder and once along her right breast. Minor welts at best. Otherwise, she loved looking up at the stars and thanking them for this chance. Kami be blessed! Thank you, God!

Pulling into the driveway of his friend Marcus Jericho’s beach house, Nick parked outside next to Sheriff Roster’s squad car, unsure if the garage clearance wouldn’t ruin either of their dreams. Scraping Midnight off the roof in pieces did not sound all that appealing so he chose wisely. Ignoring her, even as she chilled in the ocean air Nick opened his garage door from the access panel adhered to its threshold. Stepping in, he walked through the interior door into the beach house and found it dark. A foyer light switch flipped on he explored his surroundings before any further steps. Nothing seemed out of place.

Just as he had before in leaving earlier in the evening, he checked under his couch cushion for his journal. Still untouched he nodded with approval that a certain blond hadn’t been snooping, for that matter an edgy middle-aged Sheriff. Suspecting where they were he set out searching for Dolan and Caprice for confirmation that they were alright. With Oliver Heavy Feather humiliated and pissed off, grieving over Caprice Comstock there was always the chance he followed Roster here. Although there were no alarms going off or camera warnings of any intruder that was not let in.

Almost expecting to walk in on them having sex he found both individuals snoozing away, Caprice snuggling tightly to his side, her hand laying right on Dolan’s crotch. Security blanket, Nick smirked. A glance at Ollie the skull on the dresser, not quite where Nick had left the poor deceased guy, he knew one or the other of them had disturbed it after placing it back where it was before the shower earlier. Nick just liked having everything exactly where he left it. OCD!

Smelling burgers long eaten Nick realized he himself hadn’t eaten all day, at least they had put the bag in the garbage. He also knew Midnight had gone without as well, he demanding Dolan ignore feeding her or giving her a drink. While part of his soul was heartless the other part found him wanting to sustain his slave for the long haul. He decided to make them dinner. Looking over his nearly bare cupboards he found rice and frozen veggies. Six eggs left in a carton, no meat. He was so used to eating at the diner that grocery shopping was minimal. Now that he had to feed his pet ... his slave, he would take her shopping just to see the reaction of others to her nudity. Under his reign she would never wear clothing again. Blanket at worst to fend off the cold.

Rice in a rice cooker, veggies steaming in a pot, he held off on the eggs. Yawning with a dramatic stretch and a pop to his neck he concluded that it had been a long day even for him. While used to ignoring rest in the Military, his body was well adjusted to fatigue and coping. He had a fellow soldier who used to call him Batman for living off of four hours of sleep a day when in the field. Night goggles on most missions in the jungles of God knows where, he felt like Batman. Even more of a chuckle in the gloom of their careers his fellow soldier’s name was Alfred, just not Pennyworth. Good guy until he stepped on a landmine. Not much to send home so they didn’t. Nature of the beast!

While the food prepped pretty much on its own Nick figured Midnight had been left alone long enough for a beginner. Time to see if her emotions had gotten the best of her. Heading outside Nick heard the most unexpected thing. She was asleep and giggling at the same time, obviously dreaming of something that gave her reason to be amused. Grinning at her he just stood at the side of the 4Runner and enjoyed the peace. Between her soft adorable giggles and the surf calm tonight he peered up at the sky. Hardly a religious man, after a moment of reflection he still gave God a respectful nod. He knew the nod was ignored.

Almost hating to disturb her he knew bug bites would ruin her for a few days if he left her out here much longer. The air cool she probably needed warmth too before he made her sick. What good was a slave who suffered... “I’ll just throw a sleeping bag over her until dinner is ready.” Back to the garage he unrolled a thick, well insulated sleeping bag, unzipped it and carefully climbed up on to the truck roof from the windshield and fanned the sleeping bag over her.

She woke up at the shaking of the truck beneath his weight and peered up at him as if expecting him to untie her. Stretching over her to tuck in the bedding he planted his crotch right over her face. Smothering his timid erection over her he could tell she was giddy. It made him smile too, but not enough to let her know she made him happy as well. His emotions could not lead her astray. With a stern voice he told her as he crawled back over her and hovered, his face directly into hers as if promoting a possible kiss.

“In your dreams!” Off to check on dinner.

Veggies consisting of broccoli, cauliflower, and eggplant were mixed in with the white rice, combined with the six eggs. Not the finest dish in the world but it would fill a void once eaten. After taking time to plate up his own meal he located a large bowl in the Jericho pantry and rinsed it well knowing it hadn’t likely been used in years. Filling the bowl with more of his prepared cuisine he took them to the dining table. Locating a candle used should the power ever go out he created a bit of ambience, it’s glow enough to see by. Lights off he went back outside and set about waking her up again. Bedding pulled aside he untied her ankles first, then molded his body back over hers before releasing her wrists.

“Roll on to your left side.” She obeyed. He then smoothed out the sleeping bag on the rooftop. “Face down on the blanket.” A roll into the sleeping bag he set out zipping it up around her. Once snug as a bug he stood up on the trucks hood and gripped the bag in one hand. Turning around he walked toward the grill denting the hood slightly beneath his boots. In his walk he slid Midnight from the roof, gliding her body down over the windshield, the blanket protecting her from being too roughed up.

Jumping down on to the ground he pulled her off of the hood with both hands to prevent a hard fall to the cold hard surface. Once her covered feet were on the ground Nick tugged her into hopping along, half ass dragging her to the garage then up into the house. The end of the road was at the side of the dinner table. Unzipping her security blanket, he yanked it out from under her as if a tablecloth until she rolled to the floor. She sensed that she should roll with it rather than crawl away or sit up. Beauty on the wood floor now, she realized the candle lit as their only light source. The scent of warm food enticing.

“Knees!” He told her distinctly, Midnight doing just that. “Hands held behind your back at the wrists. You do not let go until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes Kami.” She mumbled cooperating perfectly to his command.

Taking the bowl of rice fixings from the table he fanned it under her nose. “No food allergies, right?”

“No Kami.” She watched him set the bowl on the floor in front of her. Hunger was brutal but she withheld going after it. Instead, she watched Nick take off his boots and socks, resting them uniformly to the left of his designated dining chair. Eying her curiosity he turned sideways in his chair and stretched out his right leg, his toes hooking the bowl on the floor and drawing it closer to him.

“Say grace.”

“Thank you for the meal you are about to eat. I await any scraps you deem worthy of my service. I am at your mercy oh Kami. Until I am no longer needed. Amen!”

Nodding at her performance with a pucker he had to admit, “That was perfect. You deserve a treat for that.” Dipping his toes into the rice bowl he collected morsels between them then brought the mess out to poise his foot in front of her. “Appetizer!” His foot mashing along her lips she licked and sucked the rice from his toes until her meal had been cleaned away. Reclaiming his foot, he scooted the bowl between his feet beneath the table. “Under the table. Eat your dinner.”

With chairs out of the way she ducked beneath the tabletop and crawled only on her knees until facing Nick’s lap with the bowl at his feet. Hearing the bowl sliding on the floor from side-to-side Nick smiled and ate his own plate. Ice water in a glass to rinse it down he plucked out cubes to feed her beneath the table directly from his fingertips, she sucks the water enough to fulfill her moment of quenched palate before eating more. Face buried in the bowl she ate every bit, using her tongue to capture the evasive morsels of her dinner.

Remaining quiet, Nick polished off his own meal and sat vigil in thought. Pondering on the days ahead concerning the Shoals and getting things done it was almost daunting. He knew having Midnight along with him out there too early would be a distraction and possibly even draw the ire of those native Santee who would see him disrespect her, mixed heritage, outcast, or not. It was going to require a gradual transition. Current thought only, that could change. This was HIS life, not theirs. She was HIS now, so let them frown.

Hearing a belch and a faint, “Excuse me Kami.” Nick shook his head. For all of her stunning beauty and ability to adapt to his much-needed lifestyle, Nick still found her adorable. He simply couldn’t let her see that reaction; it might soften her as time went on in thinking she could control the gentle side of him.

“Floors messy. Clean it up.” There were bits of rice and broccoli on the wood floor where she had licked his toes then fed beneath his notice. Peering at an angle to witness her, arms still behind her back, he watched her lick the tiny flakes from the floor, easing out from under the table to finish her entire meal before returning to her kneeling at the bowl. His ice melting Nick slid his chair back and bent forward spilling a healthy amount of water into her bowl. Pulling away he observed her bury her face into the bowl to lap and suck up the water and mostly melted cubes of ice. Lifting his foot while she was drinking Nick pressed her face all the way down until the large bowl consumed half of her head. Holding her there for one full minute, his toes curling into her raven locks, he finally released her. She kept her pose until he told her to sit up. Now her nose was cold.

“Finish the water so you don’t spill any, then take the bowl to the kitchen. Remain on your knees, hands behind your back.”

Standing up, Nick collected his plate which had a few stray flakes of rice still on it. Walking to the kitchen sink he held off rinsing it in favor of studying her mission. At first using her forehead to scoot the bowl out into the open, stepping awkwardly between walking on her knees then pausing to lean over for another nudge to the bowl. Waiting for it she finally clenched the bowl between her teeth and carried it. Much faster! Still awkward in walking on her knees on a hard surface she reached his side. Taking the bowl from her lips he rinsed it off with soap and water and placed it in the dish drainer on the counter. Holding his plate out for her she eyed the tiny morsels left behind then licked the plate clean. Nodding with approval he then rinsed the plate and his glass.

“Almost bedtime.” Nick went back into the dining room to blow out the candle, she following closely behind him like a lost puppy. He realized after warning her that his bed had two invited guests, that it was time to move them over. “Teeth only ... drag your sleeping bag to my bedroom. You can walk on both hands and knees now. Follow me.” She was grateful, it helped her follow much faster like that. Biting into the sleeping bag she crawled after him dragging it along. Down a short hallway then left into the bedroom Nick paused her taking the sleeping bag and folding it out into a nice cozy mat at the foot of the bed. “Knees! Hands behind your back again.”

Cooperating in the faint glow of nightlights she watched him strip out of his clothing then step into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Returning with a second brush he squatted and brushed her teeth for her, then let her rinse before spitting into a paper water cup. Going back into the bathroom to discard it with a rinse of clean water then dumping it he gargled but kept his Scope in his mouth. Coming back without the cup he once more crouched at her side and this time shocked her. He pressed his lips to hers as if to kiss. Sharing his Scope with a gifted tongue she gargled the second he backed away by an inch, their lips barely separated from one another. Showing her his tongue, he pressed their lips together again, returning the saliva shared mouthwash to him. One last gargle on his part in savoring her spit he ditched it in the sink. With his back turned to her Midnight dared to rejoice in her kneeling. He just kissed her! Close enough!

A quick piss in the toilet he shook his beast off. Urinating with an erection was never easy trying to point it down. Midnight had him hard as a mountain top with her perfect reactions to his commands. He considered asking her if she needed to pee but decided to torture her into holding it. Light out he shuffled back toward the bed and crawled in next to Caprice where there was room. Laying there watching Midnight look over at him he stroked his cock just to watch her face yearn for him.

In his jerking Caprice sensed another warm body, Nick’s hip up against her ass. In her sleepiness she rolled away from Dolan and tried snuggling up under Nick’s arm. Curious to see if Midnight could get jealous, he let her cuddle up. Her hand rubbing his chest lowered until he relinquished his ten-inch monster cock to her. She stroked him a good dozen times before Nick intervened with an unexpected gentleness. Kissing Caprice startled even her, it was unlike Nick to be intimate.

With Dolan behind her she almost felt as if cheating, but she did have the verbal agreement to come when Nick called. He would let the guys battle it out over her later. That later was now! Stirring behind her, Dolan woke up realizing Caprice had switched sides of the bed. Seeing Nick, he rolled his eyes thinking, “Can’t I keep at least one girl?” Misfortune it seemed, he thought of Dr. Freak at Cordoba General. Instantly erect envisioning the busty redhead Dolan had to rub himself easing his boxers off trying not to be obvious.

Kiss severed Caprice felt the bed moving a bit and tilted her gaze toward Dolan. Seeing him beating off she smiled and rolled away from Nick, switching hands so that her left grip took over on his dick freeing up her right. Caprice hadn’t even noticed Midnight at the foot of the bed. On her back Caprice reached out for Dolan’s dick with her free hand, the other nurturing Nick’s. Both men let her do the work.

Glaring at Midnight, Nick explored her emotions. Her eyes had not once looked toward Dolan or Caprice as if swearing absolute loyalty to Nick. That turned Nick on even more. He needed to know if that loyalty was ironclad. Turning on his right-side Nick removed CC’s hand and encouraged her on to her right hip. Nuzzling his dick along her pussy first Nick chose her asshole instead. No lube in the least, he forced his beast into her butt pucker, the blonde cringing and staring at Dolan as if apologetic. The Sheriff wasn’t certain what to make of things as Nick lifted her left leg in the air at the quick of her kneecap. This gave Midnight a clearer visual of his dick fighting to loosen up Caprice. Gasping at his forced invasion Caprice moaned yet could not stop looking Dolan in the eye. Her expressions switching from sorrow to thrill Dolan smirked.

“What the hell!”

Turning on his left side Dolan Roster scooted closer to Caprice and shared in holding her leg aloft. Knowing her cunt had a vacancy he penetrated her for a lovely double penetration. First time for everything Dolan always did want to try something crazy like this. Hammering her from both sides Caprice Comstock laughed and moaned, praised and bragged, doing her best to let both lovers know how willing she was to be shared. They ignored her, as she bolstered an energetic, shared union that she welcomed with one orgasm after another.

Midnight zeroed in on Nick’s piledriver but did drift left slightly to see Dolan’s scrotum crushing up against Nick’s. She found the battle to be intriguing. Nick was now ignoring Midnight so she explored their seesaw warfare wishing she could touch herself. With her hands held firm it was impossible. Yet, her hormones were on fire to the point she fanned her knees to squeeze at her inner thighs, utilizing muscle control to agitate her pussy. Like Dolan, this was experimental trying to get herself off without touching her clit or burrowing fingers. The more Caprice moaned the more Midnight grew excited. Reciting, “Kami!”, over and over in her head she peed. Dammit!

Drenching her bed on the floor she knew she would have to sleep in it and pouted. Live and learn! Even with the pungent scent the men continued destroying a quaking blond bombshell. Dolan simply thought the warm flood from Caprice was she accidently urinating, but regardless kept on pounding her cunt until the dam burst yet again. Nick wasn’t certain himself, he too feeling the gushing from Caprice’s channel. Peering down the mattress at Midnight he saw her discomfort and realized it wasn’t Caprice to urinate. He should have let her go to the bathroom. Like her ... live and learn.

Competitive spirits Nick and Dolan delivered Caprice into such a maddening orgasm that both men couldn’t hold back any longer. Even as she squirted out around their buried beasts, her juices shooting toward Midnight, Caprice convulsed to the brink of losing consciousness. It took the twin currents of scalding hot cum shooting into both of her holes at once to revive her into a ear piercing scream. Both men held her tightly, their faces sinking into her from both sides, Dolan her neckline, Nick her tattooed shoulder. They maintained their strength holding her all the way through until sanity returned.