Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Ooo,” she cooed. “I’ve been bad.”

  I picked up the smartphone that was controlling her vibrator and turned it all the way up. She gasped, and I went back to spanking her some more. I was rock hard in my own robe, and my cock just popped out about halfway through the spanking.

  Getting behind her, I mounted her very sore behind, penetrating her wet pussy. Her walls gripped me and dripped with hot moisture.

  “This is what you want, bad girl? A nice big cock to fill you up?”

  “Uh-huh,” she panted as I slid in and out. “Just like that, sir. Your cock is so good!”

  Grabbing a bunch of her hair, I pulled her head back as I railed her from behind. It was a lot of grunting and sweating. The sex was raw and uncompromising. I felt the vibrator still inside her, pulled out, removed the vibrator, and then resumed fucking. Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed deep as I could. She was moaning in ecstasy while I was grunting and trying not to cum right away.

  Reaching underneath, I started stimulating her clit with my fingers. Sandra squealed in surprise and delight. I felt the warm rush of her juices as they exploded from her dripping pussy all over my shaft.

  Taking the vibrator, I slowly started to push it against her asshole. She bit her lower lip and started moaning again. Pop! It went in, and I pushed up the controls on the smartphone. She was now getting stimulated in two holes at once.

  “Oh, Jack!” she moaned. “I mean, sir! Oh, God! I can’t even… I can’t even… I’m, I’m—”

  She grunted, and a massive torrent of her juices came pouring out of her pussy. It drenched my dick and ran down my legs. She was shaking uncontrollably. It was like her whole body was spasming with orgasm, and she lost control.

  It was in that moment I knew she’d be unable to resist me from this point on. An orgasm like this was not a light experience. It was an intense, erotic arousal that came from the depths of one’s soul. Such a physical experience created an addiction of sorts in the brain. Sandra would forever be chasing the high of that orgasm if I wasn’t careful.

  But was I doing anything different? Was I just chasing a dopamine rush from getting off from a different woman? Would it wane like all the others? Would I be left alone, wondering and wandering the single landscape trying to find another pet to fulfill my kinky desires?

  “I’m going to cum,” I announced.

  “I want to taste it,” she pleaded. “Please, let me eat your seed.”

  After a few more strokes, I pulled out and moved to the other end of the bench. It didn’t take more than a few sucks from her beautiful lips until I was shooting my hot load. It filled her dainty mouth, and she swallowed dutifully.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said with some of the mess still on her tongue. “That was a tasty reward.”

  “You deserve it,” I panted. “You’ve been a very good girl.”

  I looked away. Again, I had lost control. I wasn’t myself, and for Sandra, I was breaking my previous rules. Things seemed to be moving so fast. She was now calling me “sir,” and it aroused me so much. It didn’t even require prompting. I let loose her bonds and sat down on the leather bench next to her, looking concerned.

  “What is it, sir?” she asked. “You don’t want to stop, do you?”

  “I don’t know,” I panted. “I don’t know anything anymore. I seem to be losing control around you, and I don’t know if I like it. It’s frightening.”

  “Should we…stop?”

  “It’s too late now,” I dismissed. “I’ve bent you to my will. And you’re so eager to please me.”

  She raised her eyebrows up and down and smiled at me. “Yes, I am, sir! Thank you.”

  I gave her a kiss and sent her off to bed in the guest room. Finally, I was left alone with my thoughts. I wonder what Kelton would think of all this? He’d probably lecture me on what a fool I was to risk so much on one girl. Plus, when he found out she was also related to my bosses at the firm…

  “What are you thinking, Jack?” he’d say. “This woman could ruin you! The whole firm! You can’t take wild chances like that! What if she retains counsel and sues us? I could be out on the street!”

  But I think I may be in love with her, hypothetical Kelton. Am I just supposed to ignore that? How could I go on with my life if I just let her pass me by? Especially since so many other women before her were just… there. Yes, they were beautiful, intelligent, and successful, but they weren’t Sandra.

  I took a shower. The cleansing warm water allowed me to think as it further relaxed me. Perhaps I was being too cynical about this entire situation. What had I lost? Nothing. What had I gained? Seemingly, quite a bit. Was I complaining just to hear myself?

  And what of the firm and its rules? Sandra and I were both consenting adults. Yes, we were technically coworkers, but we were at the same level. How could it be wrong if we dated? The only serious challenge would be if someone points this out during the merger process. That could be problematic as one company suing the other for poor representation or something since I’m bonking one of their lead lawyers on the case.

  Sandra was worth it, though. Never had I met a woman that took so well to becoming a submissive in a short time. But laying in my bedroom in the dark, I began to doubt whether or not I could handle the relationship.

  Perhaps I never really wanted what I thought I did. Maybe I was one of those self-destructive types that didn’t believe I deserved happiness. And when that potential for happiness was put before me, I would instinctively push it away. Was that what this was? Me pushing away what was right and good and just?

  Maybe, deep down, I wanted someone who was only pretending at the lifestyle. That way, I could always have the higher status. No one would ever be “good enough,” and I could wallow in my comfortable misery forever. There would never be any real risk in the relationship, just me lording over my continually imperfect other half. Eventually discarding them for the next unworthy dateable that I would no doubt turn my nose from.

  Facing my demons in the dark like this, that’s what was genuinely terrifying about being alone with your thoughts. It’s not the loneliness or the aching for another, it’s that you’re alone with you and your ideas. And your brain, for all its faults, knows the truth somewhere. It’s easy to lie to yourself when there’s a bunch of people around, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re lying alone in the dark.

  Or maybe I was overthinking the entire thing. Perhaps I had “suffered” through numerous liaisons for a reason — to get to Sandra. You have to date a hundred wrong people to find a good one, that sort of reasoning. Maybe I had to allow myself to deserve her.

  Worst case scenario, if I do, I’m wrong. Maybe it hurts my career, but I won’t die. It’ll be a minor setback, but I’ll survive. The risk seems worth the reward. I had to stop second-guessing myself and move forward with a positive attitude.

  Chapter Thirteen - Sandra

  We spent the next two weeks having sex every night. Fortunately, with the lockdown, there was less and less work to do at the law firm. We still had the merger and a few clients, but most were putting things on “pause” until the crisis was over.

  The kink training seemed to take over now. One day, Jack tied me up to some hooks leaving me hanging upon them for what felt like hours. Turned out, it was about ninety minutes, but hanging there all that time really made me crazy.

  I started thinking, “What if Jack fell down the stairs and hit his head? I could be left here for days, maybe weeks before I was found. I could die up here!” I actually tried to pull free of the hooks, but Jack had tied me up good. The fear and excitement made it that more interesting when he crept into the room and suddenly touched me. By that time, I had been crying, aching for him.

  It was quite the orgasm that night.

  Another night, he tied me to the bed and left me there for three hours. This was much easier to endure. Quite frankly, I thought, under those circumstan
ces, I’d just fall asleep. Somehow, I didn’t. I guess it was the anticipation. My mind raced under the blindfold. When Jack crept in the room and suddenly started touching me again, it was a surprise, mixed with relief and an ending to longing.

  On yet another night, he put me on a literal pedestal and had bound my hands to my knees. He left me tied up in a kneeling position and blindfolded. The position was a little hard on my knees and back. I expected to be there for a long time.

  Then, suddenly, Jack was in the room. He had pretended to leave but never left. I was leaning forward, and he came up behind me on the pedestal and started playing with my ass. He licked it and massaged it. Eventually, he opened me up with a butt plug and followed up with some light spanking.

  After several minutes of this, I forgot all about the uncomfortable position. Then he pulled out the plug and stuck in his cock. He fucked my ass like nobody’s business. Then, just as he was about to cum, he pulled out, moved to the front, and ejaculated all over my face.

  “Thank you, sir,” I said with his cum dripping down my cheeks.

  “Did you like that, pet?”

  “I did, sir,” I said genuinely. “Please, do it again.”

  “In time, pet. In time.”

  Jack untied me and proceeded to bring me to orgasm with his fingers. It didn’t take much. My lover knew just how to stimulate my insides with his digits. I was left panting on the bed, shuddering.

  With all the sex, I found myself sleeping very soundly. By the time Jack would be finished with me, I would be sweating and exhausted from the sexual experience. He seemed like just the opposite. The more instruction and teaching he gave me, the more it seemed that he could keep going. It was like he was super energized while I was being pushed to my endurance limits.

  But I decided that I wanted to push the limits. What were we now? Just a pupil and teacher? I wanted more. I wanted his heart. Jack had me tied up so that I was hanging in midair. He somehow only used his cock to touch me while putting his own hands behind his back.

  Later, he let me down, and on the bed, we were having sex. I met his eyes at the height of our passions, or at least what I thought would be the height for both of us. The next thing I said seemed to displease him.

  “Kiss me, Jack! Kiss me!” I exclaimed. “Let me kiss you while I’m having an orgasm!”

  By the expression on his face, I knew this was not what he wanted. I had broken some kind of cardinal rule. Pulling out, he put me on my stomach and started spanking me. At first, I kind of liked it, but he took it to another level. After several minutes, my buttocks were on fire. He had really slapped me hard. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out.

  Suddenly, he marched out of the room, leaving me there wondering what I did wrong. I was so sore. I couldn’t roll on my back right away. I needed time for the soreness to die down.

  As I laid there, panting, I thought about what they say about prostitutes. Prostitutes never kiss their clients. Was that what Jack thought I was? His whore? Could I have completely misread him from the start? Was I just some lonely girl obsessed with her career that fell into bed with the first man to pay attention to me?

  I need perspective, and I had to call Isabella. But first, I went downstairs and got cleaned up. In the shower, I broke down crying. If this was all for nothing, if Jack had just used me like his plaything, how could I face my coworkers or my cousins again?

  Is that why they were so worried about Jack and me? Did they know from the beginning that this was likely to happen? Would I get an uncomfortable phone call from William telling me they tried to warn me?

  Oh, God. It was all coming together now in my head. It would be a humiliation I could never live down. I would quit the firm, get out of Manhattan, maybe start a new life for myself out in the Midwest. With my Manhattan experience, it wouldn’t be hard to get work in a city, say, like Minneapolis.

  I’d wipe the slate clean and start over. In a few years, it would be all behind me. Even when my friends from New York came to visit, it would be all water under the bridge by then. Jack who? And career-wise, better to be a big fish in a small pond.

  Getting out of the shower, I had barely dried myself when I dialed Bella.

  “Hey,” she greeted.

  “Bella, I think I made a mistake,” I cried.

  “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong? Tell me everything.”

  I went through the last couple of weeks. Even as I was explaining it, it didn’t sound that bad. The sex had been mind-blowing, and I had learned so much from Jack. But tonight, just threw me for a loop. What did it mean?

  “Why does he have a problem with kissing?” I demanded.

  “You know it’s not about kissing,” she said. “It’s about intimacy. Kissing is the most intimate thing you can do.”

  “Maybe I’ve just been lost in a haze of endless sex or something.”

  “Ooo, cry me a river,” joked Bella. “I think I’m wearing off the finish on my vibrator. If this lockdown doesn’t end…”

  “I’m serious. What am I doing here? I’ve risked everything by having sex with Jack. If my firm found out, my cousins, I’d have to leave Manhattan.”

  “Now you’re talking crazy,” she dismissed. “You’re a New Yorker through and through, you can’t leave! When’s the last time you’ve driven a car?!”

  “That’s true.”

  “And things are dark here in the city,” she reported. “I don’t know if you’ve been following on the news. People are dying. There was a truck full of bodies down the street. I haven’t left the apartment in twelve days.”

  “Oh, my God. Are you okay? Do you have enough food?”

  “Yeah, I started ordering on Amazon. But it’s gotten weird. Everyone’s ordering food off of Amazon, so the pickings are getting slim. Plus, deliveries have been super uneven. I got a case of baby corn the other day. It’s not bad but gets redundant after three dinners of it.”

  “Jack has a pretty good supply of food here. Big freezer in the garage full of food and a pretty decent one in the kitchen,” I relayed. “Guess I shouldn’t complain.”

  “Well, relationships are complicated, and Jack sounds complicated,” she counseled. “No offense, but you don’t get into that lifestyle because you’re a simpleminded person. Maybe he’s working out some issues. Everyone has their thing.”

  “I don’t know. I feel like I put myself out there and got slapped down.”

  “No, don’t look at it that way,” said Bella. “Imagine if you had just been dating, ya know? Regular dating. Didn’t even have sex with him. Then you wanted a kiss, and he got weird. What would you say?”

  “I’d ask him why he did that.”

  “Yeah, right? And it would be no big deal. It would be the smart thing to do,” she suggested. “That’s what you need to do. Confront him. Get all the cards out on the table.”

  “You make it sound so easy. What if he freaks out? He could kick me out of the house or tell my cousins some crazy story,” I worried.

  “You’re just speculating some doom and gloom scenario, babe. You have to be more optimistic than that. Give Jack some credit. I’m sure he doesn’t just share the Japanese rope thing with just anybody.”

  “You think?”

  “I mean, the knots show an effort on his part, and he makes you feel good, right?”

  “He does. Suspending me in the air like that, it was mind-blowing.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Oh, yeah, he tied the ropes in a way that I was hanging in the air while he was railing me up the ass,” I told her. “Never thought I could orgasm from anal, but I did.”

  “Wow, I have never done that!” Isabella said. “I mean, anal has always been a kind of reward I give out to a guy. Never really enjoyed it.”

  “The butt plug ahead of time helped,” I told her. “And lots of lube. Lots of lube.”

  “Maybe I’ll try the vibrator up there,” Isabella thought aloud. “Anyway, wh
at’s the plan now? You feeling better about Jack?”

  “Yeah, I guess I overreacted,” I sighed. “I don’t know. I get so emotional in bed. I’m just kind of overwhelmed by the feeling, ya know?”

  “Oh, I know,” Isabella agreed. “Remember Anthony? God, that guy wasn’t good at much, but he could fuck like the dickens. I just lost all control around him.”

  “But you broke up with him,” I pointed out.

  “Only because he cheated on me,” she countered. “I mean, I guess to be that good at sex, you have to have a lot of it. But still. He misrepresented himself in that area. Plus, he kept pushing for no condoms, and I was not down.”

  “Do you think Jack may be just using me?” I asked.

  “I thought we just talked about this!”

  “No, not that way. Like he’s trying to work something out. Not in a malicious way, like he knows,” I explained. “But like he doesn’t realize it.”

  “Hmm, that’s deep,” admitted Bella. “It’s possible, sure. I mean, the guy puts a lot of effort into having sex. It’s very complicated for him. Something may have fallen into the cracks. But you’re enjoying yourself, right?”

  “Yeah, I really am,” I confessed. “The lifestyle is a lot of fun. I really like it when a guy takes control, ya know? Jack’s dominating voice telling me what to do, I get shivers just thinking about it.”

  “Maybe just talk to him about it,” Isabella said. “Communication is key. But ya know, you guys are cooped up in the house together.”

  “So?”

  “Well, they’re saying on the news that it’s really putting a strain on relationships,” said my roommate. “That too much time together. Couples are starting to unravel because they’re not used to it. Maybe Jack just needs some breathing space, and he can’t get it because there’s nowhere to go.”

  “So, I should back off?”

  “Well… It’s kind of hard to read from here, babe. Good luck, though. Keep me updated.”