Post by Cyrus Daniels on Aug 18, 2024 15:42:30 GMT
Content Warning: Nudity, BDSM, Sexual Themes.
Shortly after Sacrifice, Cyrus Daniels returned to his hotel room, where his wife, Vivienne was waiting for him. She sat on her knees on the bed, completely naked. Her head was bowed and her wrists very loosely bound together in satin restraints in front of her, in complete submission, waiting for his next instruction.
Of all the reactions Vivienne could have had to her husband viciously beating her once best friend, Warren, this was one that caught even Cyrus off guard. He expected her to be upset, maybe even to cry as she had about his promo against Pax Stormcrow. He expected her to yell about how he had taken it too far once again.
“Are ya okay, Kitten?” He asked softly.
“Never better,” Vivienne looked at him, bright eyed, with a brighter smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re not mad at me?” He asked, sitting next to her, Warren’s blood still covered his knuckles.
“Why would I be mad?” Vivienne seemed confused. “It was hot watching you work tonight. I wanted to touch myself but I’ve been good for you Daddy. Nobody can touch me like you do. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Cyrus picked up Vivienne’s tablet that was next to her, and smirked at the paused safe self-bondage technique instructional video it displayed. “I see that,” he smiled, setting the tablet aside.
“It doesn’t bother you that Warren practically admitted ta bein’ in love with ya in his promo?”
“No, because he never had a chance. I never felt the same, he was a friend, a good friend, but that’s all. Besides, if he really loved me, he would never have betrayed me like he did. He’s just another man who let me down when I needed him. I could never love a man like that.”
“But you wanted his baby,” Cyrus said softly. “I thought that meant ya had feelings too.”
“I wanted his sperm, because he was the only good man I knew at the time,” Vivienne said. “I was at a low point in my life and I was convinced nobody else wanted me because I was too damaged. Then I met you, and my whole life changed in ways I never expected.”
Vivienne slipped one wrist out of her restraint, and instinctively took Cyrus’ bloody hand in hers. “Now, you’re the only man I want a family with.” She kissed the knuckle of his left ring finger. “You’re my husband. I chose you. I will always choose you. In this life and the next. Even if there is nothing beyond death, I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I will never leave, and I will never remarry. You only get one soulmate, and you are mine.”
“Ya mean that, Kitten?” Cyrus whispered, misty eyed, his wall coming down for her.
“With all my heart,” Vivienne nodded. “Why else do you think I keep going back and forth on wanting another World Championship and wanting another baby with you? No other man has ever made me feel so torn between my career and my personal life.”
“I don’t regret what I did tonight,” Cyrus declared. “I’d do it again, for you.”
“I know, and that dedication to me and our family, knowing that not only will you never hurt me but you won’t let anybody else hurt me is why I need you, now. I need to feel you inside me, Daddy, please. Take me anyway you want me, just please take me raw. Please.”
“Ya sure? Ya won’t be mad at me if I knock ya up accidentally and spoil your chance at revenge against Dean, even after how hard you’ve been training?”
“No,” Vivienne said. “This is my choice, and you’re more important to me. It’s my risk to take and if fate blesses us with another child, I will have no regrets. I’ve never regretted anything about us, and I’m not about to start now. I love you, and that’s more important than anything. The rest of the girls can take care of Dean if they need to. Nothing will ever be more important to me than our family.”
That is all Cyrus needed to hear as he gently cupped her chin and kissed her softly. Slowly Vivienne let herself go and surrendered entirely to his strong and uncompromising embrace. She fell backwards onto the bed, putting an arm around his neck as she spread her legs out under his massive protective frame. She deepened the kiss, confident and reassured in all her choices. He wasn’t a mistake.
He was her one and only true love, the best man she’d ever known.
Cyrus kissed down her neck softly, as Vivienne started to unbutton his shirt, determined to reassure him that she absolutely meant everything she had just told him about how strongly she felt about him. Cyrus had never been so glad to be wrong, he had the woman he loved back to feeling more like herself and she wasn’t going anywhere, by her own volition. She wanted him, and to be with him.
His father had been wrong, he didn’t need to control any woman to keep her. Vivienne could be happy with him, she was happy with him. He slipped easily out of his shirt as she broke the kiss softly.
“If it pleases you, Daddy, I won’t ever speak to Warren again,” Vivienne said.
“No, Kitten. That’s not a choice I will make for you. I won’t dictate who your friends are,” Cyrus said firmly. “I won’t control you like that. If you want ta drop him, that has ta be your choice, and if ya do, I will support ya. If ya do speak ta him again, all I ask is that ya set him straight. Ya are mine forever and he will never get ta fuck ya, not even over my dead body.”
“You think that’s all he wants from me?” Vivienne asked , unbuttoning Cyrus’ pants slowly. “Is that all our friendship ever was to him, a ploy to eventually fuck me?”
“I don’t know him as well as you do, Kitten, but I know blokes. An’ I know what most of them want from Sheilas like ya,” Cyrus said. “So it wouldn’t surprise me, not one bit.”
“God, I’m so stupid,” Vivienne said softly, pushing Cyrus’ pants down along with his boxers as he busied himself with biting her neck, marking her with fresh bruises as his, she moaned softly as her whole body tensed under the ecstasy of his actions, especially as his fingers teased her intimately below her waist. She arched under him and let out a breathless moan.
“You’re not stupid, Kitten,” Cyrus assured. “Just a little too trustin’ sometimes.”
“I’ll talk to him,” Vivienne promised, inviting his fingers deeper, “Set the record straight.”
“Good girl,” he praised, accepting her invitation and working her gently. The praise was enough to send her over the edge for the first time that night. It was then Cyrus knew that when it came to Vivienne, he’d always be the real winner in life.
Shortly after Sacrifice, Cyrus Daniels returned to his hotel room, where his wife, Vivienne was waiting for him. She sat on her knees on the bed, completely naked. Her head was bowed and her wrists very loosely bound together in satin restraints in front of her, in complete submission, waiting for his next instruction.
Of all the reactions Vivienne could have had to her husband viciously beating her once best friend, Warren, this was one that caught even Cyrus off guard. He expected her to be upset, maybe even to cry as she had about his promo against Pax Stormcrow. He expected her to yell about how he had taken it too far once again.
“Are ya okay, Kitten?” He asked softly.
“Never better,” Vivienne looked at him, bright eyed, with a brighter smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re not mad at me?” He asked, sitting next to her, Warren’s blood still covered his knuckles.
“Why would I be mad?” Vivienne seemed confused. “It was hot watching you work tonight. I wanted to touch myself but I’ve been good for you Daddy. Nobody can touch me like you do. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Cyrus picked up Vivienne’s tablet that was next to her, and smirked at the paused safe self-bondage technique instructional video it displayed. “I see that,” he smiled, setting the tablet aside.
“It doesn’t bother you that Warren practically admitted ta bein’ in love with ya in his promo?”
“No, because he never had a chance. I never felt the same, he was a friend, a good friend, but that’s all. Besides, if he really loved me, he would never have betrayed me like he did. He’s just another man who let me down when I needed him. I could never love a man like that.”
“But you wanted his baby,” Cyrus said softly. “I thought that meant ya had feelings too.”
“I wanted his sperm, because he was the only good man I knew at the time,” Vivienne said. “I was at a low point in my life and I was convinced nobody else wanted me because I was too damaged. Then I met you, and my whole life changed in ways I never expected.”
Vivienne slipped one wrist out of her restraint, and instinctively took Cyrus’ bloody hand in hers. “Now, you’re the only man I want a family with.” She kissed the knuckle of his left ring finger. “You’re my husband. I chose you. I will always choose you. In this life and the next. Even if there is nothing beyond death, I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I will never leave, and I will never remarry. You only get one soulmate, and you are mine.”
“Ya mean that, Kitten?” Cyrus whispered, misty eyed, his wall coming down for her.
“With all my heart,” Vivienne nodded. “Why else do you think I keep going back and forth on wanting another World Championship and wanting another baby with you? No other man has ever made me feel so torn between my career and my personal life.”
“I don’t regret what I did tonight,” Cyrus declared. “I’d do it again, for you.”
“I know, and that dedication to me and our family, knowing that not only will you never hurt me but you won’t let anybody else hurt me is why I need you, now. I need to feel you inside me, Daddy, please. Take me anyway you want me, just please take me raw. Please.”
“Ya sure? Ya won’t be mad at me if I knock ya up accidentally and spoil your chance at revenge against Dean, even after how hard you’ve been training?”
“No,” Vivienne said. “This is my choice, and you’re more important to me. It’s my risk to take and if fate blesses us with another child, I will have no regrets. I’ve never regretted anything about us, and I’m not about to start now. I love you, and that’s more important than anything. The rest of the girls can take care of Dean if they need to. Nothing will ever be more important to me than our family.”
That is all Cyrus needed to hear as he gently cupped her chin and kissed her softly. Slowly Vivienne let herself go and surrendered entirely to his strong and uncompromising embrace. She fell backwards onto the bed, putting an arm around his neck as she spread her legs out under his massive protective frame. She deepened the kiss, confident and reassured in all her choices. He wasn’t a mistake.
He was her one and only true love, the best man she’d ever known.
Cyrus kissed down her neck softly, as Vivienne started to unbutton his shirt, determined to reassure him that she absolutely meant everything she had just told him about how strongly she felt about him. Cyrus had never been so glad to be wrong, he had the woman he loved back to feeling more like herself and she wasn’t going anywhere, by her own volition. She wanted him, and to be with him.
His father had been wrong, he didn’t need to control any woman to keep her. Vivienne could be happy with him, she was happy with him. He slipped easily out of his shirt as she broke the kiss softly.
“If it pleases you, Daddy, I won’t ever speak to Warren again,” Vivienne said.
“No, Kitten. That’s not a choice I will make for you. I won’t dictate who your friends are,” Cyrus said firmly. “I won’t control you like that. If you want ta drop him, that has ta be your choice, and if ya do, I will support ya. If ya do speak ta him again, all I ask is that ya set him straight. Ya are mine forever and he will never get ta fuck ya, not even over my dead body.”
“You think that’s all he wants from me?” Vivienne asked , unbuttoning Cyrus’ pants slowly. “Is that all our friendship ever was to him, a ploy to eventually fuck me?”
“I don’t know him as well as you do, Kitten, but I know blokes. An’ I know what most of them want from Sheilas like ya,” Cyrus said. “So it wouldn’t surprise me, not one bit.”
“God, I’m so stupid,” Vivienne said softly, pushing Cyrus’ pants down along with his boxers as he busied himself with biting her neck, marking her with fresh bruises as his, she moaned softly as her whole body tensed under the ecstasy of his actions, especially as his fingers teased her intimately below her waist. She arched under him and let out a breathless moan.
“You’re not stupid, Kitten,” Cyrus assured. “Just a little too trustin’ sometimes.”
“I’ll talk to him,” Vivienne promised, inviting his fingers deeper, “Set the record straight.”
“Good girl,” he praised, accepting her invitation and working her gently. The praise was enough to send her over the edge for the first time that night. It was then Cyrus knew that when it came to Vivienne, he’d always be the real winner in life.
Well howdy there pardner.