Then I went to set up some gigs at the New Jersey mansion as the worst of the shit was starting to clear out of here. I now had the phone book that Reddington gave me and I wrote down 15 different lists that Mimosa listed in my head. I had another job to hand out. I was working long days and I didn't even remember to eat unless the mimosa said, "Let's eat," but if I was in a hurry, I might let the lady out to get something to eat.

Magnum came to the house almost every day and he always brought me a tray which I ate up. I had also told him about Damon's trick and Magnum agreed with me that Damon with me on the gig was a security risk we couldn't take now. I knew that logically and yet a part of me was so angry about the whole thing because back in the day when the fleas had started to grow, I had this over-romantic plan that this was going to be our thing, well I became the sole custodian of this thing.

That's just the way my life is sometimes. I had not even noticed the time spent and once when I went to the toilet I felt how my pussy dripped something in the toilet and sounded like a splash. When I got up I noticed that the silver clip had fallen off. Fine somewhere in between I might have a heat period but that doesn't matter now.

I called Samuel and told him about the clip falling off and he said "It was to be expected, it's been almost a year since it was put back in place. " A year really, it can't be. We were in the Azores for two months and how bloody long have I been back on gigs or organising these things. I looked at my phone and realized it's been just over half a year since I've been busy again. Half a year since I was last with Damon if you don't count that one gig. But fine, as I said, in our union it's not worth watching the anniversaries.

I sighed and called Adam who told me he was in Chicago. So I drove there and thought I'd be back in the pack and not just concentrate on work all the time. I arrived in Chicago in the evening and Adam had food warm for me and a sauna. Apparently, the Magnum had told me a bit about how hard I was concentrating on work, or maybe he just knows me better enough to know how I've been treating myself.

I ate like crazy and went to change my bathrobe. I couldn't even remember the last time I had a sauna and that was it . But now there would be no Salvatore to wash me and I could spend as much time with Adam as I wanted. I didn't even know where the whole Salvatore thing was going on and frankly, I didn't care. We didn't wash much in the sauna when we fucked. Both of us for some reason had a strong need to be with each other and I gave in, I didn't bring out the wildcat but otherwise, I was totally uninhibited and we kissed and Adam again showed me how he dominated me.

I lay on my back on the deck with my legs properly spread as my lord wanted me to. He began to sink into my wetness slowly, pressing his thick big glans between my pussy lips and I could feel them spreading all over, he fucked with tiny shallow thrusts always deepening and hardening. Holding me still and occasionally grunting fucking hotly. I felt the huge thick cock sink inevitably and mercilessly into the tight grip of my greedy cunt and nothing helped.

I tried to lift my hips in the air so the cock would sink faster but this one had this iron self-control and he pushed my hips down with his own. I was helpless, trapped under his heavy powerful body, and had to take on a huge hard thick cock that was sinking deeper and deeper and deeper, I could feel him controlling the progress of my climax and watching me closely. He growled in my ear and said "I'm only going to let you come, you can't come until then."

I said in a gentle voice. "I can't promise anything, I might come without permission," He growled again and bit me on the neck the hardest he ever did, so hard that he broke my skin and licked the drops of blood that dripped from it. He repeated this a couple of times and I could feel his huge cock right up against my womb, already spewing some stuff in there. He started to get excited and fucked hard and fast always beating my womb mercilessly. I couldn't help it as I felt my climax about to start and Adam said as I was about to explode "Now you can come. " I exploded feeling my pussy lapping at Adam's cock which was still shooting some fluid against my womb.

I could feel it starting to soften and give way. Eventually, he obviously got it open and I felt him come with a heavy sigh directly into my womb. I came for the fourth time and felt my uterus begin to fill. Adam was now lying tightly on top of me and I felt him begin to swell and swell. He had pushed in as deep as he could now we were stuck. He came inside me and chewed my neck, we kissed and I came almost all the time. We were joined together for an hour after which his knottiness only began to fade, but not his passion.

We went to the shower and he took me hard against the shower wall fucking me hard from behind and I could still feel my womb partially open. We ended up in one of the downstairs bedrooms and the same thing continued. He was relentless, holding me flattened under his pants and shooting load after load right deep into my womb.

I only realized after two weeks when I first felt the symptoms that Mr. Hauptmann had been filling my uterus with heat for two weeks and it was going to be a pretty damn intense heat period. We went for breakfast and Adam was a smug satisfied bastard when he realized that my heat was now inevitable. I said to Adam "Really, why would you give me a heat?"

Adam grunted and looked at me hotly and said, in a low, lazy dangerous voice. "So I can keep you to myself for a few pretty damn hot weeks, even a couple of months, we'll see how keen your heat is, we could even go to Australia and enjoy each other for a bit. " Oh, really I thought. Really lovely idea. We had breakfast and Adam said "We've got a few days here, you're going to get your heat, that's obvious now but darling, I'm going to make a few calls and see if I can get myself a proper holiday booked. " I smiled and decided to go baking.

I had made bun and roll dough, bread dough, meat pies, doughnuts, and cream puffs, then I remembered the funnel cakes. I looked up a recipe online and made the dough for that too. I took some berries to thaw because I was going to make berry pies with some of the bun dough, I also made a buttermilk-based apple pie. I was baking in peace when the front door opened and Damon and a few other men came into the house. There were some, I couldn't even tell if they were werewolves or vampires

. Damon came and cooked me up and said, "Baby, what are you doing talking when you're getting in heat?" I laughed and said, " You can thank Hauptmann for that, he fucked me for two weeks and filled me full of heat." Damon squeezed me harder against him and I could feel his vampire claws on display. He said " Well don't worry, I'm here now so I can take care of your heat, in fact, I brought these men to meet Adam. I'll go introduce them and I'll be right back." Damon released his grip and led the men toward Adam's office. Somebody was in a pretty damn jealous mood again.

I kept on baking while the men seemed to be taking their time and then Adam came up in a fit of pique and said "Glad Damon is helping you with your heat, I can't now. This is Mimi, Meet a couple of my pack, I guess I've never really introduced them to you, this is Darryl, he was my second in command now he runs his own pack. And this is Warren. He's got his own pack too, and I've got to go and help these swordsmen so I'm sorry I put a heat on you and then I'm not there to deal with it." I nodded.

I knew that Adam is always the Alpha first and pack members whether they have their own pack or not these days are almost a priority for him. The men left with Adam and it wasn't long before I heard the cars pulling away. Damon sat on the stool and watched me as I took the buttermilk pie out of the oven. I noticed that the oil was starting to get to the right temperature and thought I'd try the funnel cake first. I put an aluminum can that I had opened at both ends into my mold and started pouring the batter into the can, then took the can out and let the drippings cook for a few seconds before I fished them out onto a plate.

They disappeared and Damon was begging for more. " Oh I didn't know you could make a funnel cake " I smiled and said, " They just happen to work and that's ours or I mean in Finland they always ate them on May Day, it's the first of May, it's a workers' holiday." Damon smiled and as I finished them he said with a mouth half full " You're not going to do anything with these, they're a waste, I can eat them." Yeah no doubt, I managed to fry a couple for myself as I put them away and oh they were delicious, then I started frying donuts and meat pies. All of a sudden there were arms around me moving me away from the pot and Damon said " Let me fry these up, you do some more".

Fine then I started working on the bun dough, and I didn't have much time to do that when Damon got involved. I had just divided the dough into a good-sized portions and rolled it into four sticks with the intention of making a braid. Once I put the sticks in place and started braiding, again those hands came to guide me to other tasks. I watched as my braid starter was destroyed and my lovely husband also made some neat and gorgeous braids. I had some of the bun dough and then started dividing it up to make little berry pies.

I had found a shop online where I could order fresh fruit and berries and I had ordered some fresh wild blueberries for myself when Adam and I had our little breaks. Not blueberries from the bushes but blueberries from the forest, and what was special was that these had come from Finland - they had not been frozen but flown in as a special order. I didn't say they were cheap, but I had so much money.

I grabbed a bucket from the fridge and thought I'd treat myself to a big glass of blueberry milk first. I got a big glass from the cupboard and took a small scoop from the drawer. Damon was next to me and asked, velvety softly, " What are you going to do now." I said, " Those are Finnish wild blueberries, first I'm going to make myself a giant glass of blueberry milk and then I'm going to put those in the pie."

Damon sighed and went and took a handful of blueberries and ate. He seemed to think for a moment and said " Fine give me the glass and I'll give you the blueberries, these have quite a bit of fiber and you don't process that terribly well so you'll have to be moderate about it." I gave him the glass and the bucket and he put in just enough blueberries, then he carried the bucket back to the fridge and lifted it onto the top shelf so I couldn't easily reach it. He picked up all five buckets. Then he poured cream, not milk, into the blueberries, added a touch of sugar, and poured this mixture into the blender, he whizzed the mixture until it was a bit thicker and then handed it to me.

It was tasty, but not what I would have liked, I thought to myself, yes I will one day. Damon looked at my face and said "If you just put milk in there, even if it's whole milk, you're pretty much going to give yourself a partial or total bowel obstruction because as I said there's a lot of fiber and fiber draws out fluids, which you don't drink that much. If you put milk in there then I'd say a quarter of just those blueberries and even after that, you should be drinking a couple of liters more every day for maybe a week and I don't think you want to go to all that trouble for one glass. The fiber you've got needs fat to move, hence the cream. I'm just saying this because you've got that look on your face. The look that says one day you're going to decide to drink blueberry milk, there's going to be consequences, just remember that." Fine, then, by all means, don't even dream about it yet.

I got a big bottle of Palma from the fridge and cut myself a big slice of fresh buttermilk apple pie, and that was good enough. I watched as my Palma bottle was taken to the fridge and replaced with a Coke bottle and my pie slice went in half. Fine. Let's eat properly then. What can I do to myself when the heat is coming on and I'm craving a treat even though I'm not hungry per se? Then I ate what my husband gave me. He said, " Listen, baby, I've got to go and I'll be gone for a couple of days, but I figured you wouldn't get heat for about a week, I'll be back in time." What can I do about it? I thought.

I said, " Pack yourself a lunch, I'll put the rest in the freezer." He looked at me for a moment and said "Put it in the freezer, I don't need lunch now, I'll be fine." then he left. Then I started putting all the goodies back in the freezer because I knew I couldn't eat too much of them myself, and it was good that the freezer stayed full. Then I went upstairs to do some work for a few days and took a shower and had dinner and I felt the heat coming on, I had my phone and wallet in the hallway and I was running out of options again.

But I decided to try abstinence. It should theoretically work and the heat should then go off when not turned on, but again, I was unique and what works for others might not work for me. It might work but the name of the game is you don't know. I then called Adam who cursed and said "I can't get out of here yet, if you're in pain see if it helps that you can't, if you feel impossible then see if Samuel or Bran is available." I decided I'd rather suffer through a uterus infection than call Bran. But that's not what I told Adam.

I was furious. I was in a rut I was always cranky or hormonal and cranky and awkward anyway and now this. I had now been suffering from the heat symptoms for three days and now on the fourth day it started to ease up, and then Mr. Salvatore comes into the house with some army of little pussies and starts fucking them all over the house. I was silent and I thought I was going to explode, and I was going to explode big time.

The three days had been the most painful days of my life because there was pain and a lot of pain. But now it was getting easier and I wouldn't put this heat on again. I decided to leave and went upstairs to pack. I know Bran has said not to go out in public with the heat but I decided to stay in the car and drive straight to the other house. Damon came to the door looking in, smelling of strange women and sex.

He said "Well baby, let's get to work either, are you in heat yet? " I was silent as if I hadn't heard the whole question. He repeated it irritably. Then I exploded and said " No fucking heat. This is about to be settled, go fuck that slut army you brought with you. How dare you bring those fucking bitches here and I thought you had some actually important job to do, but no you had to go and sink in the pussy sea. Well, fucking stay there and don't talk to me."

Damon was silent and came into the room and lifted me by the throat onto the wall and said "You never learn how to talk to a husband. " He put me down and said " You don't know Mimi how fucking demanding you are, I can't spend all my time babysitting and watching every fucking mouthful you eat, or waiting for you to possibly be free to spend time with me but no. There's always been a third party in this marriage and that's your precious fleas, you have time for them but not for your own husband. I should make an appointment to be with you." Oh fuck, this one tore me up.

I turned to Damon properly and slammed him against the wall and kept my forearm firmly on his neck and said in a fucking dangerous voice "I fucking spent six months in New Jersey, Magnum knew, Samuel knew, and probably if you had you would have known too. We don't have a marriage because officially in marriage you don't cheat. We can be married but it's just a paper and a ritual, it doesn't mean a fucking thing to you because you don't believe in it. I work to help others, can you tell me that you fucking your way through every slut in Chicago helps anyone but yourself. Go fuck yourself somewhere else and don't always turn this around on me. I didn't put this shit on myself and I didn't promise to come and take care of it. Guess what Salvatore. I've suffered through hell in my life and come back from it more or less. What about one broken heart? What does it matter if you don't care? I could have sworn you got those men in trouble when you found out I and Adam were in bed, you jealous traitor. Go back to your cunts."

I let go of my grip and resumed my packing. Damon was silent for a moment and said " Damn you were so quick, I could have sworn I was going to blow up the facility while you were inside, and baby, oh I've been collecting those devices for quite some time now and modifying them, with that attitude if you keep it up for even a second you'll get to try them out and then when I get you in shape you won't sleep, I'll just keep you chained to the bed" His voice was quiet, dangerous, and just enough to make me sneer all over again.

I slammed Damon against the wall again and said " So you fucking admit you came to sabotage that gig, guess if you're coming to any gigs with me at least. As for your little gadgets, you can always talk, talk is cheap and the way you are behaving now I'd say pussy takes priority over me." I let go of my grip. Damon walked to the door, turned around, and said " Well you see for yourself, you can't say I didn't warn you here once, it's just not always nice to warn."

Then he thankfully left and soon I heard the sea of pussy and Damon driving away, I saw the car leave the yard too. I called Jarod and told him the whole fucking thing. He was as stunned as ever about Damon, neither of us could get a grip on him. Damon's a weird one, isn't he? But I didn't have the energy to go through it again. After a couple of days, when the heat had completely subsided, I left for Vermont. There would probably be a couple of gigs there or one decent PR gig though.