The Lawsons

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 11

Recap - Samantha's return from weekend drill was met with a celebratory romp in the sack. Later, the women bring Roger in for a meeting to finally nail down their submission—something he continually struggled with, especially when they told him that he owned them. Learning that he was only in a position of power because the women chose it, and could revoke it at any time, finally began to sink in. After months of waiting, Sarah finally receives word back from their attorney, Derek: Samantha's adoption has been approved. Everyone is over the moon that Samantha will now have a family member on record should anything happen to her should she be deployed, but that's not the only news of the day. Sarah is pregnant. Old demons arise, however, as she begins to fear for her age and the health of the child, but Roger vanquishes the demon quickly. While making plans to build a firing range, Roger meets with Sheriff Wright, offering use of the range for his deputies. After meeting with a contractor for the project, the women take Roger to Bridger Bar for some karaoke and a fun night out. It doesn't go as planned as two very drunk men pull a gun on Roger and his ladies as they try to leave, wanting him to give up one of the women—obviously something that won't happen. Roger is shot but manages to subdue his attackers before being helicoptered to a trauma center in Big Timber. The women catch a ride with Deputy Tricia Shlesinger whom they explain their unique family dynamic to.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Roger was in the hospital for six days before he was released. The doctors were concerned with making sure that there would be no infections and that his wound was draining properly. All three of his wives were on hand when his aftercare instructions were explained. They would have to continue packing his wound, and making sure he kept taking his antibiotics. He'd have to visit his local hospital each week so that they could check the wound. He was not allowed to shower either, since the wound was on his shoulder. He could take baths or sponge baths only.

Once he was home, his left arm in a sling, the girls went out of their way to serve him. They put him up in their bed, pillows all around, and sat with him regularly. He kept trying to shoo them away.

"You don't have to stay here all the time," he said. "I'm home now, not still in the hospital."

"Someone will be with you all the time, Master," Samantha said from the large desk. She had been passing the time editing the videos that they still occasionally took while they were having sex. She'd gotten quite good at it.

Sarah and Emma, who had come in to check on both of them, agreed. "We're not leaving you alone, Master. You may need help with something."

He cleared his throat and tried to sit up more. "You can't stop living your own lives because of me," he said. "Go outside. Take the horses out, something."

"You are everything in our lives," Emma said as she sat down next to him. "And no amount of fussing or complaining will change our minds."

His eyes were still having a hard time remaining open. His eyes popped back open, and he straightened his head. "Please stop making me take pain meds," he said. "I hate this foggy feeling."

The three girls exchanged glances, leaving the decision up to Sarah. "I'll call and see if they can give you something with a bit less oomph," she said. "But this isn't a sprained ankle. You have a hole in your body that isn't supposed to be there."

He nodded, agreeing with her. "I..." he started, but his own voice faded out.

Emma scooted closer to him. "Master? What is it that you need?"

His eyes blinked slowly. "I'm..."

"You're what, baby? Talk to me. Thirsty? Hungry?" Emma said, rubbing his face.

"...horny," he said quietly.

All three women laughed as Roger's head fell back against a pillow and he fell asleep.

"My sweet, sweet master," Emma said. "We all are."

"No shit," Samantha said. "Can I call dibs? Is that a thing for married people?"

"I wonder if he'd wake up if I blew him?" Sarah asked. They had opted to put him to bed nude, just to make things easier when they needed to bathe him, or if he needed to go to the bathroom. She lifted the sheet covering him and subconsciously licked her lips at the sight of his limp, but extraordinarily large dick lying lazily on his left leg. "God," she whispered, "I can taste him right now."

"Ooh," Sam said, standing from the desk and joining her wives by the bed. "Can I do it, too? Please, Momma?"

Emma even looked hopefully at Sarah, almost begging for permission with her eyes.

Sarah cleared her throat and lowered the sheet. "No, girls. As much as I'd love to taste him, we can't do that to him. He just got home. He's still in pain."

Emma's shoulders slumped. "But you heard him. He's horny. Isn't it up to us to satisfy all his needs?"

"Taking advantage of him now while he is under the influence of narcotics is no better than--" Sarah stopped herself, remembering that Samantha had been raped. She didn't want to say the word.

Samantha hugged her. "It's okay, Mom. You're allowed to say it."

Sarah stiffened her back and caressed Samantha's bottom. "Well, I'm not going to. I don't like it."

"I love you," Samantha said quietly. "But she's right, Sissy," Sam said to Emma with a small frown. "It's wrong."

Emma sighed. "Yeah, you're right." She ran a hand down his cheek and then pulled a light blanket up to his chest. "Okay, Babydoll, it's my watch. How far did you get?" she asked as she and Samantha walked back to the desk.

"Almost finished up with this one," she said. "I, uh...spent more time watching it than editing it."

Emma looked at the screen and then at Samantha, a sly smile on her face. "I should guess so. That's the day I decided to call you cum-guzzler but got fussed at by Mom for it."

"Because it's not nice," Sarah said. "It makes her sound like a whore or something."

"Well, duh," Emma said with a smile. "Master's whore. We all are!"

Samantha bumped into Emma giggling. "So much cum," she sighed happily. "That was sexy as hell. Are you sure I can't blow him, Mom?"

"Out," Sarah said, as she began chasing Samantha out of the room. "And you," she said, stopping to point at Emma, "hands off until he's actually awake and clear-headed."

Emma fell back into the chair, pouting, then she sat up apparently having an idea. "Ooh! I'll record myself with one of the toys for him. You know how much he likes watching us pleasure ourselves."

"Hmm," Sarah said, then turned on the spot and disappeared into the closet. She returned a few moments later with a few toys of her own. "Samantha!" she called as she walked out the door. "My office!"

Emma laughed, wishing she had a camera in Sarah's office, and then found a toy of her own. Back at the desk she set the digital camera on a small tripod and hit record.

"Hello, my love," she said quietly. "I'm not talking very loud because you're in the bed, just over there," she pointed, "recovering from being shot. Here, let me show you." She picked up the small tripod and camera to turn it toward Roger. "There you are. The wonderful and amazing man who saved us all." She turned the camera back to her, placing it on the desk. "We're, uh...still dealing with seeing you get shot right in front of us..."

She paused, sitting slowly in the desk chair. She put her hand on the desk and realized she was still holding a big Roger-sized dildo. She chuckled lightly. "I'm sorry, my love. I was going to record myself using this so that you could watch it after you felt better." She stopped and swallowed hard, gently moving the toy away from her on the desk. "I, uh...I guess this is just going to be a video of me trying to work through what happened."

She didn't speak for several moments as her bottom lip and chin quivered. She tried taking several deep breaths to control herself, but it didn't work. She sat crying, breathing rapidly as the scene replayed in her mind. As she remembered the sound of the shot, Roger's blood spraying over her, and the zip of the bullet as it flew past her, she flinched visibly.

"We thought you were going to die," she whispered through stuttered breaths. "I thought you were dead, Roger!" she added, angrily. Wiping the tears from her face she looked back at the camera. "You've always said that you were going to protect us, and I accepted that--we all did. Of course, we never thought we'd be in a situation like that one.

"I honestly thought," she continued, "that your last words were going to be 'my ladies' while I held you in my lap on the floor of that bar. We've all thought about it. Before you collapsed in my lap, you asked if I was okay, and before you passed out, you reached out and said, 'my ladies.' And we had never, not once in our relationships with you, doubted that you only ever thought about us." She began to cry again, her head falling back against the chair. "And we never wanted proof from you, because we believed you. But you," she said, looking back at the camera, "just being who you are, proved it to us that night. Everything you did, from just trying to get us out of the bar, sending Mom and Sam back to a table further away, shielding me from those...assholes," she paused, shaking her head, "and taking a bullet that could have been meant for any of us, it was all for our protection."

She had to gather her thoughts for a few moments. She took the camera off the tripod and held it closer to her. "Samantha told us what you said to her. That we would," she sighed heavily, "be afraid of you now." Looking over at Roger lying on the bed, she continued, "We always knew that you were capable of all kinds of things, violence being one of them." She looked back at the camera. "What we saw, what

I

saw that night did scare me. I was terrified," she admitted, and then shook her head. "But not because I thought you would ever hurt me, or Sissy, or Momma, or the baby. I was terrified that you would kill that man because of me, Sissy, Momma, or the baby. And you wanted to. I could see it on your face when I finally got you to turn around.

"I remembered our discussion about the things you'd done in the war. How you didn't want to become one of those veterans who is plagued by nightmares of what they did, seeing the faces of those that they had been forced to kill, and it changing who you were. Or at least changing how you'd react to me one day." She smiled, remembering the conversation, and her promise to him. "I told you I'd never let you go, no matter what you did or how you changed. I meant that then, and I still mean it. But," she glanced back up at Roger again, "I never thought I'd see what you were talking about in person.

"I guess I was terrified about two things," she said as she continued. "The second was that you'd have to live your life with the thought of killing someone else, and not during a battle, but in a bar with the people who love you most. I understood it," she said. "Momma and Sam? They understood it, too. You did it for us. Your one and only thought was us."

She sighed heavily and placed the camera on the desk and leaned back in the chair. "I just want your word on one thing after you are all recovered. Keep to the promise that you made me, that you will talk to me, or talk to Sissy or Momma, about any bad thoughts, or dreams that you might have. And you've told all of us, many, many times, that we should never be embarrassed to talk about anything with you. The same goes for you too, Roger." She sniffled, wiping her nose which had been running. "I don't know how we will ever repay you for what you did for us. We know that you've never been comfortable with us saying that we submit to you, but we truly and honestly do. She shook her head in frustration. "It--it just doesn't seem like enough. It will never be enough. I would give you my soul--and I don't mean in the way that you have it now because of my complete and utter devotion to you. No, I mean that if I could literally pull my soul from my body and put it in a little jar that you could keep forever, I would do it right now without question. But even that wouldn't be enough.

"You saved Momma and the baby. You saved Sissy. You saved, like, fifty other people from that man. And you saved me," she slowly lifted her shirt to expose her stomach, "and our baby." Tears began falling again. "I'm pregnant, Master, with your child."

She heard gasps from behind her and she turned to look. Sarah stood in the door with Samantha, tears just running down their faces.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," she said to them. "It just didn't seem like the right time."

They ran to her, throwing their arms around her. "It's okay, my beautiful little girl," Sarah said as she held Emma close. "When did you find out?"

"Two days after the club," she said.

"I'm so happy for you, Em," Samantha said softly. "We understand why you waited."

They cuddled several moments before Sarah spoke. "This was a very different video than what you wanted to make, isn't it?" she said, kissing Emma on the forehead. "But what I caught of it was incredibly beautiful."

"And true," Samantha said. "Sissy, you said everything I've been thinking these last few days. I just didn't know how to put it into words."

Sarah nodded. "I don't know how or if we'll ever be able to repay him," she said, picking up the camera, "but I swear to you Roger Lawson, decorated Marine, honorable husband, soon-to-be father, amazing lover, and the

only

man in this world that I fully submit to and call Master, my daughters and I will live each day of our lives for you."

Samantha turned the camera to her face. "Every single day, my master. I am yours without question, devoted completely to you and my wives forever and always."

Sarah turned the camera back to Emma. "Did you want to add anything else, sweetheart?"

"I love you more than my own life, Master," Emma said. She leaned closer to the camera lens. "Thank you for finding me and for saving me that day. And thank you for letting me be a little pervert with the ladies," she said with a smile, "because I would never have met the only other two people in my life that love me as much as you do." She gently pulled Samantha and then Sarah in for a gentle, loving kiss.

"I guess that's it," Emma said. "Oh, wait. I forgot why I had even started to make this video. In your drug-induced haze, you made it clear to us that you were horny." She chuckled. "And believe me, so are we. But I guess we'll get to that in another day or so."

She and the girls all smiled sweetly as Emma reached up to turn off the camera.

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Two days later, Roger was mostly off the heavy pain medication that the hospital had initially given him. Sarah had requested a less potent medication that was still a narcotic, but it didn't knock him for a loop like the heavy stuff had. That morning, he woke up to find his room empty. There was, however, a television across from the bed beside the entrance to the bathroom.

"That's new," he said. "I guess they thought I'd get bored."

He saw a remote on his nightstand with a note that said, "Turn on the TV, press play."

He decided to wait until he'd emptied his bladder before he settled in for a movie, or whatever they had set up for him. When he returned from the bathroom, he sat on the end of the bed, turned on the TV and pressed play.

Emma's face appeared on the screen, and he immediately smiled. She was so incredibly beautiful. He stopped smiling when she began speaking, though. Sitting quietly, he listened intently. It was very emotional for him, especially when she showed her belly and announced that she was pregnant. He smiled again and a warm feeling covered his body. Seeing all his girls congratulating Emma made him very happy.

He pulled on a pair of shorts, tried to put on a shirt, but it was hard to do without help. At this point he didn't care. Walking through the house nude, except for his arm sling, would have been just fine. He needed to find Emma.

It had been a while since he'd walked further than the bathroom, so getting down the hall was a bit of work. He noticed all the doors to the bedrooms were open, which meant that the cleaning ladies were in the house. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't walk through naked. The last thing he needed was a sexual harassment claim.

Getting down the steps was difficult as well. He was a little dizzy, but the first two steps jarred his body which made his shoulder pain return very quickly. He had to tiptoe down the steps to keep from causing himself more pain. When he made it to the foyer, he sat down on the steps for a moment, leaning against the wall.

He heard Emma's voice from her office. It sounded like she was on the phone.

"...I know, honey. That's just how it goes sometimes. But, seriously, I believe he'd be happy to see you. It's been--wow, Tina, how long has it been since you were here last? A year?" There was a pause in the conversation. Roger grinned. Tina was always a talker. "Well, you need to get your cute little ass up here, woman. I--no, he probably won't be able to play," she said with a laugh. "Well, we'll see. But you know how to get here, so come on. Okay, babe. Bye."

Roger stood and made his way to Emma's office. Her back was to him as she was digging in the cabinet behind her desk.

"You're having my baby," he sang from Paul Anka's song. "What a lovely way of saying how much you love me."

She turned, surprised to see him downstairs and smiled. Rounding the desk, she walked to him with her arms open. "I'm having your baby," she said happily. When she reached him, she was careful of how she held him. With her face against his bare chest, she sighed happily and said, "I'm so excited. I wanted to tell you immediately, but you were still in the hospital. And then here, you were in that fog you hate."

He led her to a chair, sat down, and pulled her down on his good side. "Thank you for your video," he said. "And I promise that I will be open and honest about what happened. I swear." He kissed her briefly. "And you were right to wait. I think you would have had to tell me about twelve times by the time my head cleared, and then you would have been tired of telling me." He chuckled.

"I'll never get tired of telling you, or anyone for that matter, that I'm having your baby. It's all I can think about. And I've been hoping and praying that it's a little girl for you."

"Emmabelle," he said. "Don't worry about that. Boy or girl, they will be loved more than any child on Earth."

They kissed deeply and passionately, with Emma being very careful of where she placed her hands on him. When she pulled back, she was smiling excitedly. "So...I've already chosen a name if it's a girl."

He laughed. "Is that so?"

"Well, assuming you're okay with it," she said, suddenly realizing she had jumped the gun.

"What name did you pick?"

Her smile returned. "Now, tell me if you don't like it, okay?" After he nodded, she said, "Ella Belle."

He thought about it briefly. "Ah, after your mother and you. That is a beautiful name. Ella," he said. "Ellabelle."

"So, it's okay?"

"Of course, it's okay! And I like that she'll be named after her grandmother and her mother. We'll get to tell her all about her grandmother when she asks why we named her Ella." He kissed her. "Have you picked a boy's name?"

She frowned. "Not really. I wanted to give him your middle name, but since you don't have one, that makes it a little difficult." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Blame my parents," he said. "And don't even think about naming him after my father. Ugh. Stupid names."