by Livia Grant
He gave her a small smile and she brushed his lips with her thumb, wanting to feel them on her body.
"Until tonight, I guess I forgot to think about how scared you must be, too," he went on. "You seemed to be taking all of the changes in your stride, and I've seen you taking charge of things in a way you never have before, so I thought, well..." He took a big breath before finishing. "Tonight, I realized you're still my Rach—my baby. I may not have all the answers, but I know this: we're gonna figure out a way to make this all work. I'm not giving up my baby. Yes, there will be times when you'll have to be an adult, but at the end of each day, when we go to bed, you'll still be my baby. And I'll still be your Daddy."
Rachel finally forced the nipple of the now-empty bottle out of her mouth long enough to reassure her husband. "Oh God, I love you so much."
Derek set the bottle on the nearby table before hugging her closer. "I love you, too, Rachel. As terrible as your panic attack was, it did have one positive outcome. It was familiar. I knew what to do to fix it. With Braxton-Hicks, I'm fucking clueless. Panic attacks, I can handle."
"Honey, you can handle it all. You're the strongest, most loving man I've ever known. But... I have to ask. Do you regret me getting pregnant?"
It was a question she'd wanted to ask for months, but had been too anxious she might not like the answer. She couldn't hide from the truth anymore.
Anger flashed in his grey eyes. "No. Never. And I don't want to hear you even think about that again. I can't wait to see our baby. Hold our baby. I just don't want to screw him up, you know?"
"Yeah, well, right now I'm more worried about having this fuck up our marriage."
"Excuse me? Little girls don't use that kind of language. You're only allowed to use that word if it's happening to you."
She smiled. "So maybe I do want it to happen. Why do you think I came to the club tonight?"
"I'm not sure..." He still looked nervous.
Rachel decided to take things into her own hands. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The curse word was defiance at its finest.
"Rach..."
"Please, Daddy. I've missed you."
"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I've missed you. The cold showers just aren't cutting it any more."
"Then—"
He cut her off. "Stop topping from the bottom. I don't want to hurt you. Or worse, hurt the baby."
"I knew you were worried about that. I even asked Dr. Taylor at my appointment today, and had him write me a note that it was safe."
"The doctor wrote you a note? Like a prescription?"
She giggled. "Exactly! It's a prescription for sex. You wouldn't want to go against doctor's orders, now, would you?"
He grinned, but remained still. She could see he was tempted, though.
Rachel got her answer when he shot to his feet, with her still wrapped in his arms. She expected him to take her to their bed, but instead he carried her down the stairs, through the kitchen, and to the door to the basement.
Oh my God, he's taking me to the dungeon!
He used his elbow to flip on the light switch, illuminating the space. Derek walked through the man-cave, with its bar, pool table and big-screen TV for watching sports games. He weaved through the laundry area to the back of the space. He had to juggle the weight of his wife and unborn son while he struggled to unlock the door and turn on the light to a room they hadn't been in for months.
Rachel tried not to be disappointed when he walked past the spanking bench and the stockade; two pieces of furniture she was well acquainted with. He didn't stop until he was in the far corner of the room, a place they rarely played in, but as he gently set her down on her feet, she realized that, as usual, her husband was a genius. It was perfect.
They had a sex swing.
In typical conscientious Dom fashion, Derek spent some time testing the barely used apparatus, making sure it would be okay to secure his very pregnant wife inside. When satisfied she'd be safe he reached back to unwrap her from the blanket, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body—except for the diaper.
The sexy look he gave her as he reached out to peel back the tapes securing it to her body almost singed her. "You won't be needing this for a while. I'm afraid this body of yours is going to be put into action first," he murmured.
Her heart rate picked up just as he put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, placing her ass in the cradle of the swing and helping her lie back until the strong fabric of the sex swing was supporting her. She could feel her body releasing cream in anticipation of having her husband's cock inside her.
He took his time, slowly pulling her right leg up and wide, weaving it into the swing's restraints and securing her. She didn't want to alarm him but the pressure on her lower back was unpleasant, but it felt better the second he lifted her left leg to repeat on the other side. Once her whole body's weight hung from the swing the pain in her back subsided, and the ache in her exposed pussy increased.
Without delay, Derek dropped to his knees in front of her. It may have taken him some time to decide to make love to her but now, with the decision made, he moved with purpose. He reached out to cup her ass and pulled the swinging device towards him. He leaned in, his lips at the perfect height to latch onto her wet core.
Rachel adored the growl he made as he tasted her for the first time in weeks. His tongue attacked the bottom of her slit and he lapped upwards, not stopping until he clamped onto her clit, drawing a matching groan from her. It would have been so easy to make her come by sucking her clit, but Derek never took the easy route. Instead, he returned his tongue lower, taking several minutes to lap at her sex, driving her sexual need higher.
When she reached to touch his hair, he took his mouth away from her folds just long enough to bark an order. "Put those hands on your big titties, baby. Play with those nipples. Get them hard for me. I'm going to show them some love next." He latched back onto her clit, nipping her lightly with his teeth, driving her crazy with need.
His direct order was an easy one to follow. She lifted her palms to her heavy breasts and began caressing and squeezing. They were tender, but she forced herself to obey, pinching each nipple with her fingers until she felt the muted pain lighting her sex drive higher.
His lips were still attached to her cunt but his thick thumb had pressed into her slick opening just before sliding lower to press against her tight rosebud. Rachel was normally partial to anal play, but her pregnancy had been wreaking havoc in that department. She waited to feel pain and was relieved that, in spite of the thick digit snaking up her bottom, she felt only excitement.
She was close to coming, but it didn't happen until Derek turned his eyes up to meet hers, his mouth still attached to her most private body part. His dominant gaze had the ability to command her. He wanted her to come. So she did.
The explosive orgasm she'd been chasing finally overtook her body. Rachel let her hands fly from her breasts to her husband's head between her legs. She held him tight against her, as if she was worried it would ruin the moment if he pulled away.
When she came back to reality, Derek had pulled his lips away from her body. He grinned and her heart lurched with love as she watched him, the skin around his smiling mouth glistening with her pussy's cream smeared all around it. His thumb was still lodged inside her and, as if he wanted to remind her, she felt him wiggle it to get her attention.
"How was that, little girl?"
"Fucking fantastic, Daddy."
"There you go again with the f word. You think that's going to get you serviced tonight, do you?"
"I sure hope so. As nice as that was, I want your cock even more," she murmured.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a greedy little thing?"
She laughed. "Only you, although Master Lukus might have noticed, too."
"Yeah, well, Master Lukus knows all our secrets, now, doesn't he?"
"Yes, Sir."
Talk time was over. She felt his finger leave her a
s he pushed to stand in the space between her stretched legs. Rachel didn't try to hide her greedy gaze while watching him peel off his black tee shirt, uncovering his six-pack abs and huge tattooed arms. He was staring at her boobs as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his leather pants and shoved them down his long legs. Her eyes traveled to the outline of his impressive erection, which was so long the tip extended past the waistline of his briefs, peeking out as if to tease her.
Rachel licked her lips with anticipation. She wanted to reach out to lick the pre-cum off her husband's prick, but knew there was no way she could maneuver her body forward with her big ol' baby bump. She had to settle for watching him lower his underwear so his tool sprang forward, pointing towards her open slit as if it knew the way home.
When he hesitated, Rachel looked up into his eyes. He had returned his attention to her face. "You're sure about this?" he asked.
"I'm positive. If you think you're gonna get away with stopping now, you're nuts."
"And if you think you're gonna get away with talking to your Dom like that, you're nuts. I'll have to deal with your sassiness later. I have a pussy to fuck."
She loved that her husband was so frank when he talked about sex. He might be a bit rough around the edges, and he certainly could talk dirty with the best of them, yet most of the time she liked to think of him as her gentle giant. In that moment he exuded that persona, moving forward slowly until his cock was lined up perfectly with her waiting channel. Instead of claiming her hard and fast, as she wanted, he took things slow. He started by stroking the tip of his erection up and down her slit, gathering juice as he went, and coaxing more wetness from her body.
One inch. That was all he'd give her for the longest time. The slow stretch was delicious. She'd missed it.
Two inches. He was barely inserting himself before pulling out, again and again. It was driving her nuts with anticipation, yet she held her tongue, letting him set the pace for their scene.
Three inches. Four inches. Now they were getting somewhere. The tension had started to build. It intensified when he used the pad of his thumb to tweak the swollen nub of her clit.
Long minutes passed. He had always been so patient, often preferring to drag out their sessions into sex marathons. On a normal day, she loved it. Today was not normal. Today she needed him inside her. All the way inside her. When she reached out, he instructed her.
"Hands back on your tits, baby. They stay there until I shoot my cum inside you."
Rachel complied and he rewarded her obedience with his first deep plunge, touching deep inside her before withdrawing. His strokes were slow and deliberate, as if he were waiting for proof that he wasn't hurting her. For Rachel, it felt heavenly as long as he kept giving her his all.
"Christ, baby, I've missed you. I've missed this," he groaned.
"Not as much as I have, Derek." The second his name slipped from her lips, the mood changed. She had never called him by his name during sex. He was her Daddy or Sir. That was their dynamic. Or it had been. They were back to everything being topsy-turvy.
Instead of being angry, her husband smiled, his cock still buried deep inside her. "I guess we're both going to have to get used to that, now, aren't we?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. It just slipped out."
"Don't be sorry, baby. Things are getting complicated. I understand. Are you doing okay?"
"I'm fine, really. I wish you'd just—"
She didn't finish her sentence. Her husband must have believed she was okay because he began to thrust inside her, hard and deep. He was finally delivering the kind of pounding they both loved. The sound of his body slamming into hers filled the small room as the smell of sex drifted through the space.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the full feeling of her husband reclaiming her. The sex was great, but it was the intimacy she'd missed the most. It was like coming home as she felt his length filling her.
"Open your eyes, baby. I love to watch you come. I've missed it so much," he said.
His rhythmic thrusts became erratic as he got close to his own orgasm. Just as she was about to come, she pinched her nipples. She arched her back as best she could in the flexible swing, letting the ecstasy wash over her. Derek's long grunt as he emptied his seed deep inside her body made her heart flutter with love.
Several minutes later, he was finally able to recover enough to help untangle her from her bonds. He didn't stop to pick up his clothes or her blanket. He merely lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs to their king-sized bed. He lay her down on her side, knowing it was her most comfortable position in her advanced pregnancy. She was happy when he crawled in behind her, spooning her while pulling the blankets up for them to snuggle under together.
The weeks of growing tension were seemingly gone, restoring them to the solid couple they had always been. His arm draped over her to gently fondle her baby-bump. Many nights he took the time to kiss her belly, telling their young son goodnight. As if the baby missed their routine, he kicked, shifting position inside her womb. Derek's hand was pressed over the spot where a small foot connected with his mommy's tummy.
"Whoa there, kid. Don't kick your mom so hard." He leaned up to talk softly against the shell of Rachel's ear. "I'll never get tired of the miracle, you know? Our baby is inside you." He made it sound as though it was the most wondrous thing in the world.
Rachel giggled. "Yes, well that's how these things usually work."
Derek was quiet for a minute. "I understand how he got in there. It's the getting him out that worries me. I dread it."
They hadn't really talked about it yet, and she was too tired to talk about it now. "Don't dread it. I haven't mentioned it to you yet, but I think we should sign up for a childbirth class at the hospital. The doctor recommends that all new parents go before the delivery."
Derek was quiet. Only his firm grip on her, pulling her tight against him, gave away his growing tension. "I think that's a good idea. I think it will help to know what to expect."
Rachel was fading fast. She relaxed into her husband's arms, letting sleep take her.
Chapter Three
Derek
"Very good, class. We'll take a fifteen-minute break and then meet back here to watch a video of a Cesarean delivery together. If a couple of you fathers would help, we need to set up some chairs. The mothers will be more comfortable with real seats."
Derek Parker sat stock still on the padded floor of the hospital conference room they'd been holed up in since nine that morning. Rachel was lying in front of him, her back leaning against his chest.
They'd just gone through the 'what to expect at the time of delivery' portion of their childbirth class. Derek was far from squeamish, but even he wasn't feeling the best after spending the day immersed in childbirth preparations. With less than two weeks until Rachel's due date, he was feeling the noose of fatherhood closing in.
It wasn't that Derek didn't like kids, because he adored his many nieces and nephews. It wasn't even that he didn't want to be a dad, because he couldn't wait to see his son.
But he did have two problems.
First, he was terrified of something going wrong with the delivery that might end up putting Rachel in danger. She was literally his life. The thought of something happening to her petrified him.
Second, he was frightened of being responsible for an innocent infant. Rachel was his idea of the perfect baby. He loved taking care of her; having her depend on him for everything. An infant, on the other hand, was truly helpless, and Derek was worried he was going to screw the kid up royally.
"Daddy, I need help getting up. I really need to pee again." His wife whispered her plea for help, not wanting the other couples nearby to hear her.
He placed his lips against the shell of her ear, snuggling her close as he whispered, "Well, if you had let me diaper you before we came, like I wanted to, you wouldn't need to get up."
Rachel was wiggling in his arms. "I told you; it just felt wrong to be wearing
a diaper to go and learn how to have a baby. They just don't go together, you know?"
Derek certainly did know. Trying to balance the changing dynamics in their marriage had become harder and harder the further into the pregnancy his submissive wife got.
Watching the physical changes to her body wasn't so bad. In fact, he adored the extra love handles that had sprung up all over, not to mention the added padding in her already perfect breasts. He loved having her depend on him even more than usual; helping her take care of herself the bigger her body got. She could no longer reach her own feet to tie her shoes, let alone get in and out of the tub on her own. The fact that she depended on him more than ever made him a very happy man.
It was the emotional changes in their marriage that weighed on him. Derek was the head of their household, and he took that job very seriously. It was up to him to make the right decisions for his family. Before she’d gotten pregnant, that had been easy. Now... not so much.
He spent every day wondering what the right thing was for his beautiful wife. Her panic attack at The Punishment Pit several weeks previously had been a wake-up call, reminding him how fragile she could be. Since that night things had been better in their marriage, yet it didn't stop him from panicking in private, where she couldn't see how frightened he was of the upcoming birth.
After he had led Rachel to the ladies' room he stood watch outside, waiting for her to come out and thinking about everything he had learned. Today's class was supposed to help him feel better about the upcoming birth of his son; and in some ways it had. Still, thinking about all the pain he was going to have to watch Rachel suffer through had him sweating.
The irony that he had no trouble lighting into her lovely ass with a paddle or belt was not lost on him; but that was different. He was in control of that pain, whereas there was so little he could do to help deliver the baby. It was that lack of control over the situation that made him crazy.