TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, gore and explicit sexual content ahead... Please proceed carefully... Reader's discretion adviced...

A very hearty thank you to lazylioness555. Thank you for the edits...

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Bobby stared at the man sitting with a tensed body and parted legs... Resting his elbows over the knees and rubbing his hands continuously. Looking nervous and cornered. Then he looked at the man who was sitting on the opposite side, leaned back and completely relaxed... The most relaxed Bobby has seen this man the entire time he knew him. And it alarmed Bobby in a hundred different ways.

Arthit wasn't reacting the way Bobby was expecting him to... He looked so calm... That it was scaring Bobby... And in his entire career only this man was able to do so... Arthit is unpredictable and Bobby knows there's just something under that whole gentle demeanor... Though he truly loved the man he really did... Like a father should... But yet... He can't help but feel weary. Especially since Arthit's family is directly involved...

And Bobby has met many men who can cross worlds for their family... But this guy is something...

So the whole calm demeanor wasn't sitting well with Bobby...

The cruisers were outside along with forensics and they were almost done... Nathan Garner's direct involvement with the murders and his will to surrender shook the whole community. And to think that Arthit let the accused take shelter in his home was something unexpected...

And the first thing Nathan said the moment Bobby entered the house... "Investigate my house... My basement and all the rooms... There's a key under the doormat of the basement and a door behind the supply cabinet... Please check it..."

And the things they found... The equipments and other items had some officers hurling on the floor that very moment... It was a gruesome scene... With all the drying blood and human body parts bottled in chemicals... And the bile rising of all were the cauldrons that were obviously used for cooking... And it wasn't rocket science to understand what went down there...

So when the forensics were done collecting evidences... They came out with 15 different human skulls and more bones... And the bottled jars were proof that they are up for more... Bobby had to open his cap... With wide petrified eyes... In his career of 25 years... He has never seen something so gut wrenching... And to think that it was happening right under his nose... In a place with so many people was the most horrifying part... He is a cop... But he has his limits too...

It was a butcher house...

"We are ready to leave, chief..." An officer informed.

Bobby broke his constant gaze from Arthit's face... Realising he didn't even blink. He cleared his throat and nodded at the officer.

"Take him..." Bobby pointed at Nathan.

Nathan didn't protest when his hands were cuffed and he was being escorted out... But... He did meet the hazel eyes... Looking back so blankly at him. Making Nathan gulp down a lump.

As he was being dragged out... He stopped midway... Making the officers frown at him...  But he ignored them and looked over his shoulder. Staring at Arthit again.

"Arthit..."

Arthit didn't spare Nathan a glance as his name was called. But Nathan didn't want this chance to go... He didn't...

"I won't confess... If Kongpob, is not present at the time..." Nathan uttered with determination.

Arthit snapped his gaze at Nathan and his jaws clenched with narrowing eyes... Meeting the green pair of eyes. Reacting for the first time after so long... And Bobby knows they are way too far from getting any confession... Because there's no way Kongpob will be present there. Just no way...

"You heard me..." Nathan smiled very gently... Almost given up. No sign of menace or provocation in his stances. Just a gentle smile. "It's a request... Mr. Rojnapat..."

Arthit kept looking back at him with ragged breaths and narrowed eyes. And Bobby thought it was time he stepped in...

"Mr. Garner... Look..." Bobby began.

"He will be there..." Arthit cut Bobby in between.

And everyone snapped their gazes at Arthit... Bobby felt his jaws would drop and Nathan looked thankful.

"Arthit? Are you sure?" Bobby looked at the calm face. Looking back intently at Nathan.

Arthit came to his feet and stood beside Bobby. Facing Nathan properly. Stuffing his hands in his joggers pocket.

"My wife..." Arthit emphasized every word. Looking Nathan square in the eyes. "Will be there..."

"Ok..." Nathan gulped a lump and nodded. Looking away as the officers dragged him away...

Bobby faced Arthit with a frown. "Are you serious?" He was almost frustrated.

Arthit didn't reply for a moment and his eyes remained at the open main door... Looking at the media and crowds outside the uproar... And he knows... He needs to be in his bedroom soon...

"I am serious, sir..." Arthit uttered blankly. "He will be there... He needs to know..."

Bobby sighed. Looking at Arthit. Patting his shoulder. "You should talk to him... You..."

"He will be there..." Arthit snapped at Bobby. Meeting his gaze and there was something in his eyes that Bobby pulled his hand away, gaping. "Just not today... He will be there in the morning... Okay sir?"

Bobby sighed and nodded. He knows that Kong never defies Arthit... So he also knows Arthit wasn't lying...

"Then I'll see you around... Also my condolences for Roger..."

Arthit looked away blankly again, staring out the open door. Crossing his arms. His handsome face dark with something scary, protruding every sharp feature as he clenched and unclenched his jaws. Finally replying to Bobby with a nod.

"Thanks..."

Kong was trembling as he stood besides the glass wall being able to see a little of the commotion outside. As he stood with crossed arms over the carpeted wooden floor curling and uncurling his toes and rocking on his heels with nervousness... Their children were asleep over the bean bag and Kong covered his mouth to hold in his sobs as they walked a handcuffed Nathan out of their house. And the anticipation of what's been going on... Was starting to eat on him.

He froze when Nathan turned his gaze towards where he was standing... And Kong felt himself stepping back from the glass, even though he knows no one can see what is inside the glass... He still stepped back, trembling and gulping down lumps. Trembling with the thought that something so horrible was living right across... Something so terrible was happening... He knows he is behaving like someone without any choice by not being outside... But he didn't want to be there...

If that makes him weak... He didn't care... But he'd rather let his husband have control... Because he isn't tough... So he didn't want to pretend like one either... As he stared at the lake shore and even though it was clear now... He still covered his mouth recalling a vivid image... And he almost screamed when someone hugged him from behind...

He was rigid for sometimes... Then he slumped back... Finally being in his husband's arms.... As he drew in shaky breaths... Finally feeling everything crashing in on him... As his chest heaved and fell with everything that he was trying to hold in and make sense... Getting another flash of the scene he saw... And he couldn't help but start crying... Miserably...

Choking on his breaths and sobs. As Arthit locked him with his arms wrapping around Kong's crossed ones. Kong threw his head back against Arthit's chest... Turning his face away... And Arthit cradled him... Looking through the glass towards the lake shore... As police finally cleared their home... Leaving... Recalling he has already instructed Levi and Joey to lock everything and double check....

"Close the blinds..." Arthit ordered. And Kong heard the automated response... Soon hearing the blinds being rolled and now the room turned dimly lit. With little to no light passing through the heavy blinds...

Kong felt devastated... Everything started freezing around him... Everything started closing in... And he shuddered feeling a kiss on his neck... A kiss... So needy and hot... Making Kong crouch and choke on his sobs... As he realised that Arthit only intensified the kisses. Slowly turning them hungry as he bit the skin along.

"P'Arthit..." Kong uttered in shock. "Wha..."

"Ssshhh..." Arthit whispered, turning Kong over and pinning him against the wall. As a moan escaped Kong's lips feeling Arthit start kissing his neck again. While his toes curled and lips parted for breaths... His breaths caught and eyes looked blankly ahead.

"I know what I am doing is making me the worst asshole of all time..." Arthit hissed, suckling Kong's ear. "But I need you Wild Flowers... I need you so bad... That..." Arthit took one of Kong's hands and held it over his burning, rock hard boner... Whimpering with the feel of Kong's trembling fingers. "Fuck... Fuck... That I am dying..."

Kong whimpered with the tone Arthit used... The dark voice... And the demanding aura... They just lost someone close... Is this the right time? He knows... He promised to be Arthit's safe place... In all his messes... But yet is this... Kong gasped next...

Arthit tore the shirt he was wearing alongside the lace tank top at the same time... Bearing his chest and middle at one go... While he was still holding Arthit's rock hard boner like Arthit left him... Kong looked down at himself with wide jaws and then back at Arthit... Only to shudder... Looking at the way Arthit was eyeing his breasts... And Kong teared up confronted... Looking at the hunger that darkened Arthit's face.

"Bhow..." Kong whimpered with wide eyes and trembling lips. But before he could speak further he threw his head back against the glass wall shuddering...

As Arthit shut him with a slap on his bosom... Making it bounce... The movement was painful... But... Kong's toes curled, feeling the warmth that from the spot and ran tingles down his whole body.

And he whimpered again as Arthit repeated his actions on the other side... And he continued... Slowly increasing the intensity and pace... Making Kong slowly forget his reservations as his slave body started deriving pleasure and started shutting his brain, as he leaned back against the glass wall... His whole body and mind started haywiring and turning jelly with the way it started flushing and he started losing his mind. Letting out soft cries with each hit... His eyes rolling back with wide jaws and grip still around Arthit's hard on.... While his other hand clawed the curtains just beside...

Forgetting everything... As he ran in goosebumps with the way his nerves knotted and brain buzzed... which started wetting his thighs... Slowly making him see white.

This is wrong... But who is he to correct his husband? When his own body was not ready to counter...

Kong moaned when Arthit growled in his chest and moulded Kong's breasts like a stress relief ball. Making Kong look away as he felt lactation spraying across... He blushed in embarrassment as he struggled for breaths not daring to look at Arthit.

He shuddered with a gasp and wide eyes, looking sideways as Arthit pasted himself right against Kong's body and levelled his lips next to Kong's ear. Hands still moulding Kong's bosoms.

"Careful with your voice Mrs. Rojnapat..." Arthit hissed, humping himself against Kong's hold on his hard on. Humming in delight. "If they wake up and demand you to be their mommy... Don't expect me to stop... Coz I will demand you to be my wife at the same time..."

Kong's guts twisted in adoration and fear at the same time. What was happening? Arthit seemed so scary... So scary... And he has been scary before... But this...

Did Kong mind? No... Arthit is so hot... so hot when he treats Kong like a slut behind their doors... like his personal plaything. And He shut off everything... Nothing matters to him apart from his family when they need him... He can mourn later... And he realised he needed this as well.

This is wrong....

Kong didn't care anymore... If his husband needed him... He will give himself... All of himself... No matter how wrong...

Arthit then chuckled throatily... The darkness... The menace in the sound... Making Kong shudder and ripple. Thankful that Arthit was pasting against him and the wall took his weight because his knees were already folded with the way they bent in weakness.

"You love my dick... Don't you?" Arthit smirked licking his lips eyes fixed on Kong's side face. "You haven't left it once... You want it bunny?"

Kong mewled blushing and tearing up, but never pulling his hand away... As he gnawed his lips, never looking Arthit's way. "Bhow... Bhow please...."

"Want Daddy to fuck you?" Arthit whispered.

Kong let out a silent cry looking more away. It's been so long since Arthit used this word... His kinks, his urges, his demands, his love, his care, his anger, his passion, his territorial side... Kong has seen and loves them all... But still... Everytime... Every time they manage to corner him. And he shook his head in shyness and a little fear.

"Please..." Kong remembers... How Arthit made him understand that Daddy is not a designation to a relationship... It's a call to someone who provides that comfort and feeling of safety. And only if you feel that sanctuary with someone... You can call him that.

Kong also remembers... Like everytime... He didn't hesitate screaming the word over and over... That whole night... After Arthit has beaten up an admirer who proposed Kong in college. And wasn't ready to take a no for an answer...

"Call me Daddy..." Arthit demanded and Kong felt the scalding stare on his side face. "Look me in the eyes... And call me Daddy... Show me Kongpob... That I am still your one and your only... Your hell and heaven.. that I am still your husband... And there's no one who surpassed me..."

Kong gulped a lump, hearing the desperation in Arthit's voice. The insecurities... And Kong didn't know what happened... But there's no way... Anyone will ever take Arthit's place... No one... He will always be Arthit's... Even in Arthit's mess...

He drew in a deep breath and slowly looked up... This time consciously massaging Arthit's hard clothed dick as he met Arthit's gaze... The handsome dark faced... All chiseled and intimidating in the dim lights... So handsome...

And his... Arthit is his... In every form... Arthit is his... And he... Is always Arthit's.

So Kong smiled in resignation... Shutting his mind about everything else. And focused on the man who is his everything...

"Daddy...." Kong whispered, gnawing his lips and looking deep into Arthit's eyes, with his head thrown back and hand continuing its ministrations. Feeling his body turning to liquid with the burn Arthit's gruff treatment to his soft fleshes set on him...

"You will always be my King... I don't care about anything apart from you and our little joys... So no matter how immoral..."

Kong stopped and drew in a deep breath, looking at the way Arthit's eyes turned into two dangerous slits and jaws clenched. Darkening his face like the night. As Kong cupped Arthit's face with his free hand. While Arthit's hands slided down and held his bare waist, arching Kong's body in his arms. And immobilising him by cooking one knee between Kong's thighs.

"You can fuck your little doll till your hearts content..." Kong mouthed with a moan, rippling with Arthit's warmth pasted against his body and his fingers preparing his doom. "Use me like your plaything, like your slut that you paid... And give me all that is bothering you... Take me Daddy... Because your  Wild Flowers never lied... When he said... He will handle you..."

Arthit bared his teeth in a snarl, tilting his head....  His bloodshot eyes fixed on Kong's.

"Take your Little Doll.... Daddy."

Kong moaned with closed eyes as Arthit kissed him next... Cupping his butt and almost lifting him off the ground, pasting his body against the wall and proving the point of kissing the living daylight out of Kong. While his one hand cupped Arthit's face, the other stretched down between them... Caressing and fondling Arthit's hardening bulge.

Gasping against Arthit's lips each time Arthit would suckle his tongue and smack over his butt hard at the same time... Moulding the flesh and rocking Kong's wet slits over Arthit's clothed thigh. the friction sent warm tingles and prickling shivers that wet Kong's core so much that he forgot the whole world.... Slowly bracing himself for the impact that was about to come. Using his ministrations and tilting his head either way... Responding as much as he could to the kisses... Clawing Arthit's shoulder with his free hand.

And it started when Arthit pushed him to sit on the carpeted floor... With his legs folded on either side of his hips. As he looked up shyly with ragged breaths. Shivering with the way Arthit was looking down with his wild flushed face and predatory eyes. Kong raised on his knees on instinct as Arthit tossed his t-shirt away and came off his pants... While Kong was still in his shorts and tattered tops.

He blushed as the hard on touched over his face and Arthit caressed his cheek with his fingers. Never blinking his eyes, feeling himself throbbing and going mad looking at his dick right over his wife's face. And he slid two thumbs inside Kong's mouth. And parted it. And the next moment Kong closed his eyes...

Stretching his throat and rounding his lips as Arthit shoved himself neck deep, throwing his head back. Kong kept looking up... Keeping his promise of being Arthit's slut. Taking the impact like a good doll as Arthit would pull out whole and shove back till Kong's throat at one go.

Kong has long stopped Having gag reflex as he is a pro at sucking his husband now... Arthit continued the movement a few times... Until he gripped Kong's hairs and started fucking his mouth... Like Arthit's whole life depended on it... With his head thrown back... The only sound being Arthit's deep grunts at the sound of Kong's wet salivated chokes and deep breath as he kept looking up...

He didn't know what switched... But he decided he will be shy later and take Arthit's pampering... Right then... He just wanted to be a wife... Who wanted his hot husband just as much. So he caressed his fingers up Arthit's toned thighs and slided them back, cupping Arthit's perfectly worked out firm butts...

Kong loves the fact that Arthit works out... And his body is perfection... Every inch... Every flexing muscles, every bulge on his flesh is perfection... Those veiny arms and hands, that strong masculine neck with the popping veins... Everything is perfection... And Kong feels too proud sometimes that this man is so blindly obsessed with just one person... And that's Kong...

Kong knows the society they live in, even Arthit's workplace had loads of admirers... Who were ready to open their clothes and spread their legs just to have Arthit... But the way he never gave them a chance... Just to be with Kongpob... The way Arthit is never hesitant to show his phone, his personal details, his mails and tell Kong everything... Show him around the world proudly as Arthit's spouse... Hold him close whenever they are out... Fills Kong with pride and love... He loves Arthit and his loyal commitment so much...

And if this man who can have multiple affairs and cheat on Kong... Is so loyal and dedicated to only his family... Why won't Kong treat him as a King? And give him back more than he does... Arthit is really his King... And Kong is ready to  be anything that will comfort his husband... And his needs... Because Arthit never leaves any stone unturned to fulfill their needs...

Kong shuddered feeling the way his body, heart and mind moved in sync and submitted to his husband... his Arthit... Kong clawed Arthit's perfect butt and loosened himself more to accommodate Arthit.... Who seemed to be in heaven... The sight turned on Kong so much that his whole body was a live wired place and he was getting blind with pleasure himself... Feeling his own eyes rolling back.

"God fucking damnit..." Arthit growled through his clenched jaws with each thrust he impaled in Kong's neck. Snarling as he held Kong's head and held himself neck deep in Kong's mouth.

Kong's breath choked as he teared up... Drooling with the way his head banged and he started tapping Arthit's thighs. His eyes widening as Arthit only shoved himself deeper and held himself more... Until he pulled out and Kong dropped on the ground with drool and tears wet his face... As he struggled for breaths and coughed shaking and peering up.

Arthit didn't croon at him or pamper him and he didn't expect either... As he watched Arthit going ahead and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him blankly... While Kong's back straightened and he looked desperately at his husband... Craving for his warmth... But waited... Like a doll... For its master's next string pull.

"Crawl to me... Like the bitch you are..." Arthit commanded in his deep voice.

And Kong's body rejoices with the assurance that he will feel Arthit's warmth again. Making him get on his fours without hesitation. Crawling towards Arthit just like he commanded. His messy hairs covering his face, blowing with his breathing through his mouth. As he met Arthit's gaze.

Arthit's eyes darkened like the night as he leaned over, resting his elbows over his parted knees. Looking at his perfect wife... So perfect in everything... And he suddenly felt like a king indeed. How can one not cross limits for someone like Kongpob Rojnapat... Who values everything... And treats his husband like a child... Fulfilling all his wishes without second thoughts.

"Aren't you my bitch?"

Kong shuddered with a mewl as he hummed, finally reaching Arthit. Nodding desperately. "Yes Daddy..."

Arthit hissed as he grabbed Kong's hair and dragged him to his feet and tossed him over the bed. Kong gasped falling on his belly, but didn't make any attempt to look over. Waiting... Though he didn't need to wait long, as he rested his chin over the mattress and clawed it beside his face looking blankly ahead. Feeling Arthit outstretching his legs... Opening his shorts and baring his buttocks.

And the next moment he cried breathily, as Arthit spanked his butt. Feeling the flesh bouncing with the hit... It hurt... But soon the pain turned to something that warmed his core and throbbed it in anticipation. And Arthit kept going... Without hesitation... Until Kong was in tears, muffling his cries against the mattress. Clenching his thighs along.

"Bhow... AAAHHH..." Kong's voice turned a cry with the hardest smack he felt. And he struggled for breaths. Gulping down lumps. "Daddy... Too much..."

Arthit caressed over his assaulted flesh with gentle fingers and Kong's toes curled with the way he shivered with tingles. Closing his eyes when Arthit kissed his throbbing butt.

"Ohh... Ohh Daddy..." Kong whimpered. Rippling.

"I am here..." Arthit came over and put his weight over Kong's back. Leveling his lips next to Kong's ear. "And I realised... I want you to scream your lungs out... Or the itch in me won't be satisfied."

Kong froze hiding his face against the mattress, clawing the fabric. Gulping down lumps as he trembled...

"I want you to scream my name... Over and over... And for that I need to fuck you good..." Arthit chuckled against Kong's ear. "Are you ready?"

"Daddy..." Kong whispered, not daring to look at Arthit. "Daddy please..."

Arthit just kissed Kong's head, raising up. "So just wait and be ready... Yeah?"

Kong shut his lips. Shutting his mouth. Failing to reply to anything.... Feeling Arthit's fingers sliding through his clenched wet folds. And Kong's body jerked with the feel... As his breaths narrowed and lips parted with rolled eyes. Making him gnaw his lips and ripple like a sensual wave....

"You wanted that? Didn't you? Wanted to be fucked like a slut?" Arthit stared at the  side face of his wife, his body slowly surrendering... And he felt pride as he rubbed his fingers hard and fast over the slick wet flesh... "Say it... Say that you want it..."

"YESSS..." Kong whimpered without hesitation as he raised his ass, crossing his ankles. As he moaned and nodded blankly feeling his belly sucking over the mattress. "Yes... Oh my God yes I want it..."

He did... He really did... Arthit will heal him and pamper him later... But that moment... His body screamed in want...

"That's like a good bitch..." Arthit raised his hand and dropped it hard between Kong's butt, making sure to make his fingers hit over the wet folds.

"Ohhh..." Kong gasped throwing his head back with wide eyes. "Ummm..."

He blinked and looked around in a daze, feeling Arthit's movements. And he didn't dare to make any moves... Without Arthit's command. And he watched Arthit putting on his joggers as he walked towards a closet they barely used... And Kong froze as Arthit opened the topmost drawer and pulled out two dildos... Kong's eyes widened... As it wasn't hard for him to guess that... Arthit was in the mood for double penetration that day...

Arthit loved using toys on Kong... and watching him turn a mess. But After Kong's body changed during child birth... Those toys became Kong's doom and pleasure at the same time. Because Arthit would sometimes use both his caverns at the same time... Taking turns... Rarely... Very rarely... And Kong gulped a lump... Looking at his husband's mood... Kong knows... He should be prepared.

Kong writhed and moaned curling his toes and clenching, unclenching his feet feeling vibrations punching against two of his erotic spots... And to add to his misery... Arthit used a dildo with a vibrating tip, on top. It's pressure point, right over Kong's clit....

His legs folded and arms outstretched next to his body... While two handcuffs locked each of his wrists, with one of his ankles... Completely locking all his movements... His body was hyper sensitive... And his nipples perked and stiff... Wanting attention... As the damned things buzzed in a medium frequency, right against his bundles of nerves...

Kong thrashed his head around with tears of blinding pleasure... Which drove him to the edge but he never found the drop... Making him arch and cry breathily... Not finding that end... Driving him crazy...

"Bhow..." Kong sobbed. "Please... Oh... Oh... Ummm..."

The Only thing he was replied with was Arthit's disembodied voice ringing through the baby monitor... As he hummed a lullaby... Inside their kids room, where he went to settle the children... For what felt like hours... Leaving Kong completely at his mercy... Like a claim... That Kong is indeed his doll...

Kong didn't know what was happening... But he wanted his husband... To keep him from going insane.

So he turned towards the monitor and moaned... Loudly... Letting go of all his shyness... Letting himself feel everything... As he arched and moaned. Knowing Arthit can hear him... When he heard silence from the other side...

And he buzzed with excitement, soon seeing Arthit leaning against the main door. Looking his way... And Kong didn't care about anything anymore... As he spread his legs wider and moaned throwing his head back...

"Daddy..." Kong whispered, rippling in blinding pleasure. "Daddy... Your doll needs you... Take me..."

Kong shuddered, feeling a kiss on his belly. As he chewed his lips. And hummed... Feeling home the moment Arthit touched him.

"Enable house alarms..." Arthit commanded. As he put a pillow under Kong's hips. Never looking away from Kong's face.

"Enabling house alarms."

Hearing the automated response... Kong knew... No one is leaving this house anytime soon... And his eyes widened, meeting his husband's darker ones when Arthit pulled out one dildo and shoved himself deep at one go... their lips parting in pleasure as they locked with each other. His tattoed body slick with sweat... Hairs a mess... He looked like a lunatic...

Kong shuddered gulping down lumps, looking at the darkness that clouded Arthit's eyes. The anger, the relief at the same time... And Kong wanted to touch him... To comfort and love... And he sighed in frustration as he was replied with his restraints instead. Making him tear up.

"Daddy... Let me hold you... Please... OHHH... OHHH MY GOD..." Kong threw his head with curled toes and clenched fists, arching and jolting.... "Ahhh... Aahhh... Daddy... Oohhh... Please please....just... OH MY GOD!"

As he was replied with extreme impales. Arthit would pull out whole and shove back without another thought. Hard and fast... His position and Arthit's direct hits against his bundle of nerves, the vibration that buzzed against his prostate at the same time... Made Kong see white as he gripped his own ankles as an anchor and cried with shudders... Looking blankly at the ceiling. As Arthit intensified his fucking... Now sucking his nipples at the same time, making sure Kong heard the way he was being milked...

"Ohhh... Oh yes... Yes..." Kong felt something building in him as he looked down at the mop of brunette hair and he arched his chest more... So Arthit can eat him all he wants... And fuck him like an animal... As Kong's body danced in pleasure. Their body hits, Kong's cries and Arthit's constant grunts being the only sound feeling the room.

Thankfully Kong was still nice and ready after the passionate sex this morning...

But after being tossed and turned and fucked like a rad doll, looking at Arthit growling and so madly furious and used according to Arthit's pleasure...  Kong knew well. This wasn't passion anymore... But his husband's insatiable madness... So he took it without questioning... Took every second of it...

Screaming his lungs out... In pleasure... So much pleasure... Coming over and over... Wetting everything... While his husband continued fucking him without a single word and never opening his restrain... Eating him... And feeding on his bosoms like a mad person... Using him in any way according to Arthit's pleasure. Until... Arthit humming and eating on his wet folds was the last thing he recalls. Before everything went black...

Kong has been awake for a while now... As he looked around the now dimly lit interior... His whole body felt paralysed... And sensitive... As he turned on his back... Feeling the soft surface and furry touch... Kong knows he is on the fuzzy bean bag... Naked ... with the fur cover on himself. And alone...

It wasn't hard to guess that he was alone... The room was cold without him... His presence... And Kong wanted nothing at that moment... Except for his husband's warmth... The very thought making him tear up... Where is Arthit?

Kong gently sat down sideways... Holding the covers against his chest. Gulping down lumps... He felt so hungry, thirsty and needy... That it was making him emotional... As he sniffed and rubbed away his cheeks... Biting on his trembling lips... He didn't bother searching for clothes as he slid down the bean bag... Choking on his sobs... As he felt his every inch aching. And he didn't have strong arms to hold him... Why?

Kong simply wrapped the fuzzy cover around his chest and limped towards the door with tiny steps... His whole body was protesting and begging him to drop... But he wanted his husband... Only that man can soothe him that moment... No one else...

So he kept taking baby steps ignoring the way pain snapped through him with every movement. As he clawed the bunched covers against his chest and reached out his hand towards the room door. The ends of the covers follows in a train behind him... His naked legs were free and visible through the open ends up front.

As he finally opened the door and stepped out in the living room... Instantly sighing in relief feeling... How warm and pleasant it was... Even though silent except the crackling of the burning kindle from the fireplace. Which was the only golden light of the whole place.

Arthit is here...

Kong's tearful charcoal eyes looked around desperately and his breaths caught... His heart skipped on beats... Finally seeing the man and Kong's very sanity... Sitting beside the burning fireplace on the single high back black chair with crossed legs... Hairs brushed and in a jogger and tshirt... Leaned back with closed eyes... With his hands gripped over his belly...

Kong gulped a lump... Feeling his lips tremble... As he kept looking... Feeling his words dying in his throat... There was just something about the way Arthit was there... Just something... That shut Kong... He didn't want to make any noise. Because Arthit's aura, his demeanor that moment which reminded Kong of the time he has seen Arthit being a boss. Which scared his employees...

Arthit babies Kong and their peas so much... Showers them with so much love and attention... That sometimes Kong will forget that Arthit is one of the most respected man of the society... A pillar and a renowned businessman...

But moments like this... Will be the time... When Kong will be reminded harshly of his husband's position... And he will feel proud and cornered at the same time...

"How long do you plan to stand there?"

Kong jolted hearing the deep voice breaking through the silence of their home. Making him gasp in deep shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding. As he gulped down painful lumps. Being frozen where he was... Not being able to do anything. Just staring hopelessly at the man who didn't move an inch... But still somehow knew about Kong's presence...

"I hate you..." Kong whispered, holding the knots of the covers tight against his chest. "I hate you so much..."

Arthit smiled with closed eyes, snorting as he finally tilted his head to the side and looked at Kong. Who was in tears with trembling lips. Looking anywhere but at Arthit... Who drank in the sight of his beautiful wife... Looking so surreal... As he slowly came to his feet and approached the sulking chubby, petite form.

Kong's heart skipped on beats and breaths hitched feeling Arthit approaching... He was alarmed and jittery with little chagrin prickling the back of his neck... As he fidgeted on his heels, with ragged breaths and holding the cover tight...

He gasped when Arthit wordlessly scooped him with the covers... And suddenly all the hyper emotions he was feeling dispersed into a deafening but calm silence... Making him slump against Arthit's chest. His stiff muscles and fidgety reactions toned down to nothingness. Making his breaths calm and the weight he was feeling lift off... He felt so light and warm... That he melted... Melted like he always did.

Kong peeked up with beady eyes with his face against Arthit's chest. He peeked hopelessly... And his lips trembled with a pout... How can Arthit leave him like that? When he took so much... So he looked away... Crossing his arms over his chest as Arthit carried him, sniffling and biting his pouted trembling lips feeling warm tears rolling down his eyes.

He mewled in pain when Arthit settled on the chair again... Settling Kong's butt between Arthit's parted thighs... As he cradled Kong like a baby from the side... Making Kong hide himself against Arthit's chest holding the knot tight with both his hands. As he gasped with silent tears, blushing profusely...

"Ssshhh.... It's okay..." Arthit cupped Kong's face and made him meet his eyes with Arthit.

Kong felt something break with the gaze he felt on his face... And he broke in sobs... Raising with a whimper, ignoring the pain that snapped through him as he wrapped his arms around Arthit's neck and hid his face.... Not caring if the covers fell off his body...

"Bhow..." Kong wept, muffling his cries against Arthit's neck. "Bhow... Why us? Why is everything happening to us?"

Arthit didn't reply as he cradled Kong dearly and dabbed his thumbs assuringly. Looking blankly at the burning flames of the fireplace... Looking at the amber that reflected on his eyes...

Slowly consuming the last remains of a photograph...

Kong kept clinging to Arthit after his meltdown... He didn't want to let go... So Arthit decided they will order something from outside. Thankfully having his phone with him. But before he could... Someone rang the security bell at their gates.

Kong flinched, crouching small against Arthit's chest as he peeked at the door, gnawing his lips.

"Let me go check..."

"No..." Kong instantly refused with ragged breaths. Holding Arthit tight. "No... Please no... Let them be..."

Arthit kissed Kong's tear-stained cheeks and cradled him close. Slowly coming to his feet with Kong in his arms. "My baby... My little Wild Flowers... My love... It's over... Trust your husband... I promise my life... It's over..."

Kong believed his husband... But he didn't want Arthit to go... So he shook his head again. With trembling lips. "Don't go bhow... Please don't go..."

Arthit didn't reply... As he settled Kong over the bed and Kong knew Arthit never listens... So he looked away with his arms resting either side of his head. Arthit stared at his wife's trembling form and constant tears and sighed. He looked down over the half bare body and looked at the bruises...

Arthit gulped a lump... Looking at the black and blue marks, slowly caressing over them... Feeling like a ...

"Don't overthink..."

Arthit blinked and looked at Kong... Who was still looking away... His voice was heavy...

Kong then met Arthit's gaze with a teary smile. "It definitely reached the top ten best sex with my husband's list..."

Arthit gaped then scoffed, shaking his head as he rubbed away his tears with a nod. "I didn't know you had a list...."

"Ofcourse I do... And it's tough being a part of that list..." Kong whispered.

Arthit didn't reply as they kept looking into each other's eyes. With a ghost of a smile... Kong laying on his back and Arthit leaned down with his arms caging Kong.

"Don't feel guilty... Of things between us..." Kong mouthed, sniffling and gulping a lump. "We are partners P'Arthit... We share it all... Good bad, big small doesn't matter..."

"I love you... You know that right..." Arthit tilted his head, so much pull in his eyes that Kong's lips trembled. "No matter what I do... I always do it for you... And our little ones... You know that right Baby?"

Kong nodded... There was a foreboding in Arthit's voice. But he still believed in his husband with his all... He knows... So he cupped Arthit's face and nodded profusely... Sniffling and kissing Arthit's nose.

"I love you too... No matter what P'Arthit... You will always be my hero... Always."

There was another ring of the doorbell and Arthit kissed Kong's lips tight before coming to his feet. He smiled at Kong. "I will be right back okay?"

Kong just looked away with a pout. Holding the covers tight on himself. And Arthit chuckled walking away from there. While Kong watched the door Arthit walked through with one last wink. Making him smile... Forgetting momentarily about the horrors that transpired.

Kong's smile vanished as silence wrapped the room the moment Arthit left... And he gulped a lump clawing the covers, trying not to recall the sight that was haunting him from the morning... Like the sight was printed in his vision. And no matter what he did... Without Arthit's presence... He just couldn't stop thinking about it... His breaths caught and he felt everything closing in as he slowly dragged the covers up his face.

Jolting when he heard the door opening again... Making him yelp and tremble... Still holding the covers up his face.

"Baby..." Kong whimpered when the covers were removed and a very concerned Arthit stared at him. Making him tear up and look back with wide eyes.

"Bhow..." Kong whispered raising a little and wrapping his arms around Arthit's shoulders. Hiding his face when Arthit removed the covers and held him up. Pulling him on his lap.

"Ssshhhh... Baby... It's ok..."

Kong wanted to hide what he was feeling but he never hides anything from Arthit. So he held Arthit tight and curled up against Arthit's warmth.

"I can't forget the sight bhow... It's so scary... I just can't forget it..."

Arthit didn't reply... As he stared blankly ahead at the covered glass wall. Dabbing his thumbs over Kong's skin and nudging his face against Kong's head. Recalling how, beyond the property was now a place with police marking around a spot... Where Roger's half torn body was found... And his wife was too busy taking in his comfort to notice...

The subtle smirk on his husband's blank face... Or the glint in his bloodshot eyes...

"Ssshhh... Let's go... Bright and Marilyn are here... They got us dinner..."

Kong sniffed and choked on his breath as he hid more... While Arthit picked him up and started walking towards the closet. The look of satisfaction never leaves his face...

Kong was smiling by the time they were done with dinner... Bright and Marilyn did bring joy along with the delicious food that Bright cooked himself... The kids were making a ruckus around. Orion and the others joined them for dinner... They never showed but they kept subtly trying to cheer Kong up. Even Orion... By serving him more food or filling his glass of wine... Making Kong smile and feel thankful. While Arthit was the waiter along with Bright for the night.

Kong was helping Marilyn in the kitchen to settle things up... The kids were already asleep in the nursery. Since it was the weekend and Bright's family will be their guests for a few days...

"Say aahhh..."

Kong heard someone besides him... He looked sideways and chuckled opening his mouth. "Aaahhh..."

While Bright stuffed his mouth with chocolate cake... It was delicious and Kong hummed giving Bright a thumbs up. But... The ever cheerful Bright didn't laugh back as he kept staring solemnly at Kong... Making Kong gulp down the cake and look back... Feeling something squeeze in him with those warm eyes.

"Come here..." Bright opened his arms.

Kong gasped, clawing the rag he was holding as he gasped and slowly teared up... Struggling for breaths. As he stepped up and wrapped his arms around Bright's body, pasting himself flush against Bright's chest. Feeling something breaking inside as Bright wrapped him in his arms. And Kong gasped, clawing Bright's back... And it took him only a few breaths to break in loud, ugly sobs as he trembled in Bright's arms. Who rested his chin over Kong's head and never stopped him... Letting Kong muffle as much screams as he could against Bright's chest.

Arthit is his home... His comfort... But still there was just something about Bright's brotherly love...that it comforted and broke Kong as well...

Marilyn's eyes moistened as she felt her lips tremble and she covered her mouth... Staring at the sight... No one... No one deserves so much trauma... No one...

Arthit was having a drink on the dinner table... He didn't do anything... As he stared blankly ahead and kept taking sips... While his wife's muffled cries broke the silence that prevailed in the house...

Ignoring Bright's stare on himself...

"We should leave early for Roger's funeral." Kong muttered, as he sat with folded legs over the couch... Curled up against Arthit's warmth. Marilyn and Bright taking the other couch.

"You aren't going there..." Arthit muttered, kissing Kong's forehead.

Kong frowned and parted as he stared at Arthit's eyes, tilting his head. "Why not? I need to pay respects to his family..."

"I will do that on your behalf... You don't have to go..." Arthit kissed his forehead again.

"But he was like a father figure..."

"No he wasn't..." Arthit cut Kong in between and the blank glint in Arthit's eyes made Kong gap and blink. "I never had a father remember... I only had you and Luna..."

"But... But... You respected him so much..." Kong whispered. Trying to find Arthit's eyes.

"I respect all my employees, Kong." Arthit smiled tightly. Caressing Kong's thighs. "You must have mistaken my kindness..."

"But why can't I..."

"I SAID NO! AND THAT'S THE END OF DISCUSSION... YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. YOU HEAR ME?" Arthit snapped with his glare.

Kong jolted and dropped his gaze trembling from head to toe... As he gasped silently... Clawing his belly... While Bright and Marilyn shared a glance... This is the first time they saw Arthit raising his voice at Kong. And Kong was close to crying again.

Arthit closed his eyes with clenched jaws as he gulped a lump and ran a hand through his hairs. Looking back at his sniffling wife again... Kong closed his eyes, when Arthit moved and dragged him over Arthit's lap. While he hid his face, hugging himself... Already cocooned in Arthit's sweater and pyjama.

"I am sorry..." Arthit sighed, kissing Kong's cheek. "I am sorry... Please baby don't cry... I am sorry Wild Flowers..."

Kong hid more biting his lip to hold in his cries. And Arthit cradled him close. "Baby... Please... Please my Love... Don't cry... I am so so sorry... I am really sorry..."

"You scared me..." Kong whispered. Never raising his eyes. "Scared me so much..."

"I am sorry... But please..." Arthit parted and cupped Kong's face looking deep into his eyes. "Please trust me. Okay?"

Kong choked on his sobs and held Arthit's wrists... Honestly... He didn't want to see Roger's coffin... He just wanted to forget what he saw... So he just nodded.

"Okay..."

Arthit smiled warmly and held Kong tight with closed eyes. While their friends could only shake their heads.

Kong was still restless as Arthit helped him out and he stared at the bold letters Police Station. Their kids were home with Marilyn... While Arthit and... Bright came and stood on each of his sides.

When Arthit said they were going out in the morning... Kong assumed it was because Arthit wanted to calm him with a treat... So he wore jeans and a fleece sweater with speakers. Making efforts for his hair and face. While Arthit wore a baggy jeans with white turtle neck and boots... Not caring about setting his hair or wearing a square rimmed spectacle anymore... The neighborhood saw his tattoos already...

Kong jolted feeling a warm hand around his waist as he was ushered gently towards the building. And Kong started panicking instantly... As he looked up sideways at Arthit's face and Arthit held him protectively.

"Why are we here bhow..." Kong gulped a painful lump.

Arthit was quiet for a moment... Then he met Kong's gaze again.  Who was already shaking with the unfathomable expression. And he was ready to bolt. As Arthit spoke the next words.

"We are here to witness Nathan Garner's confession to the crimes..." Arthit answered blankly.

Kong felt the earth beneath his feet slipping... As he moved like a puppet staring at his husband's sideface...