12

Michael

Life had been great ever since I started giving Victoria the drug. After her cheekbone healed, I started putting it in her food. We had sex multiple times a day, Victoria being the one to initiate it most of the time. What more could a man ask for? I was, however, frustrated that we were unable to finish due to Antonio suddenly needing attention, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed being a father.

Antonio had gotten used to me taking care of him, so we spent much time together. I allowed Victoria to spend time with Antonio whenever we played; she seemed to appreciate that. Antonio began to walk and was now an expert, practically running through the house. We had to babyproof everything and put a small gate on all the stairways inside the house. They weren't lying when they said babies were exhausting; I hardly had any time to work.

Victoria and I were currently in my office. I was sitting on the couch while Victoria was straddling me. We made out as Victoria was grinding me, causing me to groan. I slowly moved my hands up and down her waist while occasionally cupping her breasts, making her moan. I loved Victoria's breasts. We had weaned Antonio from milk to solid food, so now the milk Victoria's breasts produced was all mine.

I fisted Victoria's hair and pulled her head back so I could start kissing her neck; her breathing turned rapid. When I was about to lift her shirt, Antonio began to cry. I let out a frustrated sigh while Victoria giggled. Victoria pecked me on the lips and got up from my lap. I headed over to Antonio's room.

As soon as I stepped into the room, Antonio started laughing.

"You little stinker!" I playfully said. "I'm guessing you want to play?"

I set up Antonio's play area with finger paint and a canvas.

"Okay," I said as I lifted Antonio from his crib. "Let's do some painting."

I set Antonio down on his play mat and sat next to him.

"Okay," I said as I gently grabbed his hand and dipped it in the paint, causing him to giggle. "We put our hands in the paint and then put it on the canvas." I pressed Antonio's hand onto the canvas and lifted it, revealing a handprint.

"Good job!"

Once Antonio understood what he was supposed to do, he went nuts painting the canvas. Eventually, it was filled with smeared handprints and random streaks of different colors. Antonio's clothes were covered in paint as well. I decided Antonio had painted enough and picked him up off the ground, cautious not to get paint on myself.

I gently put Antonio on the changing table and went to his closet to grab an outfit; his cabinet looked like a clothing store. I grabbed a pair of khaki pants, a black button-up shirt, and black sneakers.

"Victoria!" I called out as I grabbed a clean diaper and wipes.

"Yes?" Victoria was standing by the door.

"I wanna take Antonio out for a walk at the park. Get ready, and make sure you cover up those bruises and that scar."

"Okay."

I had hit Victoria with my belt a few days ago; she fell to the ground and had to use her arms to protect her face because I wouldn't stop hitting her. The belt left some horrible bruises on her arms and butt, but it had to be done; she shouldn't have slapped me. I also took a knife to her throat because she stepped outside without my permission; that left a scar.

When I changed Antonio, I headed to the living room, where Victoria waited on the couch. She stood up and smiled at me. I looked over her outfit; she had a pair of skinny jeans, black boots, and a black long-sleeve top. The scar on her neck was nicely covered with makeup.

"Is my outfit okay?"

"Yes. Good girl."

I passed Antonio to Victoria as I reached into the closet for Antonio's stroller. I also grabbed a fifty-pound dumbbell.

"Wait here," I practically ordered Victoria as I took the stroller and dumbbell to the car. When I walked back into the house, I firmly grabbed Victoria's arm and guided her to the car, and I had her sit in the backseat and took Antonio from her. After buckling Antonio into his car seat, I locked the doors and drove off to the park.

Once we were at the park, I set up the stroller, put the dumbbells in the basket, and put Antonio in it. When I let Victoria out of the car, she looked confused.

"I thought we were going to let Antonio walk."

"We are," I said as I grabbed Victoria's hand. "The stroller is for you." I handcuffed Victoria to the stroller. She looked up at me with tears of shock. "The stroller weighs about thirty pounds, and I added fifty to the basket. I have no doubt you can easily push that as we walk, but I know you can't run with that much weight, not for long, at least."

Victoria looked down and nodded her head.

"Let's go."

We headed for the walking trail that went through the park's center. Once we reached it, I took Antonio out of the stroller and gently set him down on his feet. Before standing up, I made sure he was steady on his feet. Antonio started laughing as he waved his arms around. A small giggle escaped Victoria; I looked up at her and smiled. I gently took Antonio's hand and slowly walked along the trail.

This is nice.

After thirty minutes of walking, Antonio gave up and fell on his butt, causing Victoria and me to laugh. I put Antonio back in the stroller and adjusted Victoria, so she was handcuffed to me while I pushed the stroller. I didn't want to look like an asshole in front of everyone in the park.

On the ride home, Antonio had fallen asleep. Victoria carefully took him out of the car seat and carried him to his room; I helped her gently set him down. We took off his shoes and turned on his white noise machine. After quietly closing the door, I looked at Victoria, who was leaning against the wall; there was lust in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. I smirked at her.

Man, my life is great.

I wrapped my arms around Victoria's waist and roughly kissed her. As soon as my tongue brushed against her lips, Victoria opened her mouth for me. I shoved her against the wall as she tugged on my hair. Victoria fisted my shirt in her hands and pulled me towards our room.

I love the drug I have her on.