Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  The other major mainstay of my play, my style, if you will, was anal. This was a fact well known and soon expected among the New York fetish set. As was my particular, fairly unique, approach, always making sure the asshole was nice and warmed up with butt plugs and lots of lovely lube before I even attempted penetration.

  Whoever I was with almost always asked for it before I had a chance to get there on my own. Sometimes it was the only thing I did with particular partners. Especially if they wanted to preserve their virginity.

  It became difficult to tell who were my fellow ass fetishists and who were the curious ones who always wanted to know how it felt but were afraid it might hurt in a bad way. A surprising number of the other members were experimenters.

  There was a core group of serious BDSM folks like me and my friends but almost more who thought they might be into it and decided to find out. There were few things better than helping a latent submissive reach her full potential. It was probably why a lot of them came to call me ‘daddy.’ Not only was I often older than the newbies, I was nurturing them into their new life.

  My glass again empty as is always the way of the cruel, cruel, world, I got up, only a bit tipsy, and went to replenish the troops. You aren’t supposed to drink before or during play. Alcohol causes your blood to thin and can make it really dangerous.

  Not that that was going to be a problem for a while, though, because NYC had just gone into city-wide lock-down mode because of the fucking pandemic. It looked like it was going to be a while before I could get to the club again.

  There was a time when this might have caused a crushing sense of existential dread, but I had become a lot more zen once I reached the saner side of 30. Replenished glass in hand, I went to the office, sipping every couple of steps. It was a feat that was getting to be as bedevilling as rubbing my belly while patting my head.

  The machine was sleek and new like everything in my house, except for those things that were antique and old. It was an intentional contradiction I found privately funny.

  Easing into the ergonomic chair, I booted the miracle of modern technology to life, the screen lighting up like a window into a future world. I thought back to even fifteen years ago. How if anyone had seen the ‘cell phones’ available in the current day, they would completely flip their shit.

  I imagined explaining to them how I carry around a glowing glass rectangle in my pocket that can do more than the desktop computers of the time. Not least of which included pulling an internet connection down out of the air. It had seemed like impossible future-tech at a particular point in history.

  I tap on the Zoom app and dial up Xavier Harris and Jude Ashton. I don’t have many people I would count as friends. Though these two would definitely qualify. New money billionaires themselves, they know what the transition can be like. They also liked going to the club, the three of us sharing many similar interests.

  “Barrett. You’re looking as pasty as ever I’ve ever seen you,” Xavier teased.

  “It’s called palace pallor, you vulgar plebeian,” I teased back, doing my best Alex DeLarge impression.

  “The lock-down was only announced yesterday,” Jude pointed out.

  “I like to get a head start,” I shrugged.

  “Just ask the bartender,” Xavier quipped.

  The ripple of laughter was natural and good-natured. We’d been like this since we were kids growing up in the same tenement in Brooklyn. It was still amazing to think of where we were now compared to where we had started out.

  The old money bastards were never really going to accept us, but we didn’t give a shit about their approval. We knew what we had achieved and that was enough.

  “Pity about the club,” Jude said, suddenly getting serious.

  “Indeed,” Xavier concurred.

  “Just what I was thinking,” I told them. “Maybe we don’t have to give up on our hobbies during these dark times though.”

  “What are you thinking?” Xavier asked, sounding interested.

  “Not sure yet, but there has to be a way to still have playtime while we’re not able to get to Club Lush.”

  “Like having our own live-in pets?” Jude asked.

  “What was that?” Xavier and I asked in unison.

  “Pets that live with their masters. Also known as a 24/7 relationship. It’s usually done between people in relationships who already live together but it can be less formal too. Love doesn’t need to come into it. I know how much of a commitment-phobe you are, Josh.”

  “Thanks for thinking of me,” I sneered sarcastically.

  “It might take some convincing but I’m sure we can find some women on the network who would be willing to do it,” Jude continued.

  “For a price?” I asked.

  “That would probably make things easier.” Jude shrugged.

  “But it would be more than we pay in club memberships,” Xavier observed.

  “Who cares?” I said, scoffing at materialistic concerns when I knew that tech had made all of us billionaires. “Goodness knows we all have enough room in our big ass mansions. We could each turn a room into a dedicated playroom. Have the club experience at home until the lock-down is lifted. We’ll have all the pussy we could possibly want.”

  It was a brilliant idea and we all jumped at it, even though it was easier said than done. It was true that we certainly had the space and everything we could want was online. Though it was something else entirely to actually bring the Club Lush experience to our own respective houses.

  First and foremost, what I needed was a playmate. That might be easier said than done given the current restrictions, though I’d always been pretty good at overcoming challenges.

  I’d never had a pet in my house before. I was used to getting all my thrills at the club. This allowed for a sense of detachment. I never got romantically involved with my pets and the club helped to keep up the anonymity. Most of the time, I didn’t even know their names and that was the way I preferred it.

  If I was going to go along with the idea of having one stay with me, a contract would be needed, just so she would know the deal. I may have been both a dom and adverse to commitment, but I still took informed consent very seriously.

  There was going to be no attachments beyond a two-week quarantine period at my house. A contract would be drawn up, agreed upon, signed and notarized.

  Once the business part was over, we could get down to the fun.

  Chapter One - Joshua

  It was getting frustrating. Even though everyone was supposed to be at home, it was difficult to actually get a hold of any of them. The phone-tag was rising to near absurdist levels.

  The club didn’t have an official directory, at least not one that they were willing to admit to, everyone’s privacy being of utmost concern, of course. Still, I knew most of the regulars and was owed a favor by quite a few.

  I knew that asking them to help me find a pet to quarantine with me was going to be a bit of a tall order, though. I had very specific requirements for one, particularly because she was going to be staying in my house. Not least of which was the fact that I preferred my pets to be virgins.

  The fact that I would be the first to pleasure them that way only added to their surrender. They let me do what no one else ever had and it was part of the thrill.

  I made this clear in the messages I left, without going into too much detail. I just said that obviously I was looking for a virgin. It was okay if she’d had some exposure to BDSM. In fact, it was preferable, just so she wouldn’t be shocked and so that she would know how the power exchange was supposed to work.

  It was best to be sure she would be into it first. Although I wanted her to have never been penetrated before. Oral was fine, but I wanted her cunt and asshole pristine.

  Such a condition wasn’t as rare as it might sound. There was a whole set of masters, particularly at Club Lush, who never had sex with their pets, preferring their power exchange
to be mostly chaste and about control and pain. As such, there should be a few virgins who had been exposed to the BDSM lifestyle to choose from for my purposes.

  I tried to imagine it. Sharing my home and my life with a pet. Because that was how it would be.

  I really wasn’t the type to treat her like a toy. Something to take out of the box when I got bored. If it was going to happen, I was going to do it right and have her live with me properly.

  I’d even moved a smaller bed next to mine in the aptly named master bedroom. There was a kind of funny myth that being a master was being a bully. Giving orders and expecting obedience. It was really being a leader. Giving the pet or submissive reason to trust you and guiding her to a place where she is able to let go of control like she wants to.

  There may not have been romance in my play, but there was a lot of trust. Whether it be implicit or earned. And perhaps the confines of an intimate home setting were the perfect place to learn to trust— even if it had taken a pandemic to make me think of it.

  * * *

  It was a couple days later when I hear from Mark. He was another regular at the club, who had joined around the same time I did. We weren’t quite friends, but we were certainly acquainted.

  “Hey, man, sorry for the delay but I’ve been on the hunt. On the upside, I think I have someone for you. At least give her some consideration.”

  “Go on,” I prompt.

  “Her name is Celeste. She’s had experience in the scene but is still a virgin. I checked her myself— with gloves, of course.”

  “Of course,” I agreed, knowing his preferences.

  I hid it well but was actually rather taken aback. Mark used to go on at some mind-numbing length about how much he loved having Celeste as a pet. What he used to do to her. How he would manhandle her.

  I would just smile and nod while furiously resisting the urge to punch him. I wasn’t really one to judge and if that was what they liked to do, then fine. Even though it wasn’t my thing at all. As long as they were both into it.

  That was really what irked me deep down, though.

  I wasn’t sure she was into it.

  I had never suspected Mark of abusing his pets. If I had, I would have reported him immediately to the owners and had him blacklisted. I didn’t think what he described rose to that level.

  Although even if I sometimes wondered if I should have suspicions, I knew that I couldn’t prove anything even if I did. So, I kept quiet.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “Oh, it just didn’t work out. She’s great but I need someone more experienced if it’s going to last,” Mark said, sounding nothing but lame.

  I knew there had to be another reason but decide not to press the issue.

  “How old is she?” I asked, knowing his proclivity for younger women.

  “Twenty-one. Looks younger, though.”

  “Of course,” I teased, while letting out a sigh of relief.

  I had nothing against eighteen- or nineteen-year olds on principle. As long as they were legal, I was game. But there was just something about being with them that made me feel like a dirty old man.

  Something about having a pet in her 20s made me feel better. Celeste was still a decade my junior but she was at least firmly in adulthood.

  “She can be a bit of a handful but if you can break her in, you’ll really like her,” Mark continued. “Besides, I know she needs money. She’s starting grad work at NYU and doesn’t want to have to go back to her parents’ during the pandemic.”

  “Call her and see if she’s interested,” I said, before hanging up.

  I didn’t say anything to Mark, but I’d seen Celeste before. He had brought her to the club a few times. She was gorgeous and just my type, even though I’d thought her too young for me, because Mark was right when he said she looked younger than she was.

  She was gently curvy, with beautiful big tits and a perfect round ass. Mark must have been out of his mind to give up such a goddess. On the other hand, I was going to be getting with her, so I couldn’t be too critical.

  The memories came fast. Deciding not to fight it, I sat back and remembered the last time I’d seen them there. It hadn’t been long ago, making me think their break-up must have been pretty recent. He had brought her in with a beaming and proud smile on his face. Right out in the public room. Making no effort to be subtle about their session.

  Taking her where he wanted her, he stripped her naked for everyone to see. She made no attempt to cover up as he bent her over and handcuffed her to a pole, her ass and pussy on full display. Both were luscious and deliciously tight, just waiting to be fucked for the very first time.

  It wasn’t going to be that night, though. Mark was a no penetration type, or at least so he said. The prevailing theory was that he hadn’t found a pet who would let him fuck her, which was a cause of much dismay to Mark.

  I got out my quickly hardening cock and started to stroke it as I remembered Celeste’s hourglass figure and perky little tits that seemed to just be begging me to touch them. I could have sworn she was looking at me, wanting me as much as I was wanting her.

  Mark started out light, with some caresses that started at her neck and went down to her ass, ending each trip with a sharp spank. The contented hum of the initial caress was punctuated by a sharp scream as he spanked her hard, using the tip part of his fingers.

  The bones in the bottom of his knuckles added to the impact. Most don’t know it, but there are lots of different ways to spank, even with just a hand. Mark had opted for the most painful option.

  Celeste jerked forward helplessly with every strike, the metal of the cuffs clanging against the metal of the pipe.

  Once her ass had gotten to be the approximate shade of a fire engine, Mark finally let up and allowed her to catch her breath. When she recovered, he started with the nipple clamps, clamping one and then the other to her hard nipples, until they stood out from her tits like pencil erasers.

  Each snap of the clamps was chased by another shriek of pain from Celeste. Mark was really enjoying himself, jangling the nipple clamps as other men came over to join. I thought for sure one of them was going to try and fuck her, but they didn’t. Instead, they contented themselves with squeezing and spanking her perfect, if slightly reddened, ass.

  A couple of them took to using vibrators on her. One on her vulva, and then one pressed up to her ass, working both her delicate young holes at the same time. Celeste’s reaction veered between moaning in pleasure from the vibrators and screaming in pain from the nipple torture.

  Watching her little holes get prodded and stretched and fucked by the vibrator had made me so hard. I’d thought about joining in but I knew that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to start. I’d want Celeste strapped down to a bondage table, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink under the blindfold as she got what I knew to be her very first ass fuck.

  Celeste was Mark’s pet, so I couldn’t do that. But now, it seemed likely that I could, and I was so fucking excited. The image stayed in my mind long after the incident. I knew that if I could have Celeste, I would want her all to myself. Unlike Mark, I wouldn’t share her with anyone at all.

  There were some masters, like Mark, who were exhibitionists and liked their partners to be on display. Even to be played with by others. But I’d never played well with others except one on one.

  I was in my late 20s before I found out there was a term for it. Asocial. All it really means is that there isn’t a drive to socialize with others and you’re usually more comfortable alone or with maybe one other trusted person. I hoped Celeste might be that other person. At least for the duration of our contract.

  As I thought about finally getting to do with her what I wanted to do, my cock throbbed and pulsed in my hand. The image of being inside her tight little pussy caused me to start to cum. And the thought of putting it into her ass hole made me explode.

  I couldn’t believe my good lu
ck and I only hoped my hand played out as well as I was hoping it would. If so, then Celeste would be mine for the taking before no time at all.

  Chapter Two - Celeste

  The smell of smoke hung in the air. Both fresh and stale, it was all pot. It must have been like a hot box in there.

  At least the noises had stopped. I knew April had her boyfriend in there and at least one other girl. There were a few more people who’d come and gone, but I’d lost track. I wasn’t surprised she wanted to smoke up. She had been really busy in her bedroom.

  I both envied her and didn’t. She was even more sexually adventurous than I was and had long ago lost her virginity while I still had mine.

  That was probably why I couldn’t imagine being fucked by so many people at once. It likely felt a lot better with your cherry already busted. Though it was hard to imagine, with all the high jinks she got up to. I accidentally walked in on her once – to be fair, she was fucking on the couch – and the phrase ‘sweet fancy Moses’ actually left my lips.

  Slipping a hand under the covers, I ventured further into my sweats. My fingers circling my pussy, I tried touching myself. Actually putting a finger inside. It really was a no go. Stroking the outside felt really good but as soon as I tried to go any further, even to put a finger in, I was met with almost a wall of resistance.

  I tried to relax and did it again, pressing the flat of my finger up against my pussy and slipping the tip in. It became abundantly clear that this was as far as I was going to get without screaming.

  I sighed and slipped my hand out before things could get bad. Too late. I tried not to think about it. Yet the memories come back at an unstoppable bed.

  Me lying in my bed, much like I was on April’s couch. Blankets pulled up to my chin as though that was going to protect me. I felt silly and scared at the same time. I’d started wearing two pairs of pajamas and a tightly tied robe to bed but none of it helped.