“So, tell me about yourself,” I said, sending my best smile across the table.
“What do you want to know?” she shrugged.
“Well, what do you like to do?”
She smiled a little, brushing loose locks of hair that had fallen away from her face.
“Um, I love art. I love music. Anything fun. I’m there. Also, I hate answering questions like ‘What do I like to do.’ And, of course, I love my family.”
“Yeah, you speak very passionately about them,” I said, after laughing at her joke. I didn’t know why I had asked her such a lame question. She just had a strange effect on me. “You obviously listen to your mother’s instructions very well, for one thing.”
She laughed at this, which was my intention. It was my turn to tell a joke.
“You said that you have two brothers?” I asked her, intent on finding out more about her.
“Yes,” she said. “I love them to pieces, but boy, can they be a handful.”
I laughed heartily and so did she. It seemed like the ice was finally starting to break between us. And I also noticed that she didn’t look at me in horror or disgust like others usually did. She looked me straight in the eyes, like she was unfazed by my gruesome form.
Either she was a great actress or I didn’t look as scary as I thought I did. Whatever the case, it was nice.
“And they don’t understand how life is for us,” she said. “Which is good, since they’re still just kids and shouldn’t be troubled with adult worries. But, the bills just keep piling up and I don’t see them really getting any better.”
“You know, that may be the reason why my proposal is coming at the perfect time,” I told her. “Your family’s financial worries can easily be a thing of the past. All you have to do is sign the agreement.”
“Yeah, it does sound good,” said Hope, a distant look beginning to play in her eyes.
I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I hoped that she was considering my words and was close to signing on the dotted line.
When she finally spoke, I realized that I had been holding my breath.
“Well, I’m gonna head on home.”
She stood up and came around to my side of the table. I couldn’t believe that she was leaving and I tried my best to hide my disappointment.
I looked around the house, to take my focus off her, and saw that it was just as sparkling clean as when her mother came— maybe even cleaner. She sure was something.
When she was over on my side of the table, she did something that shocked me even more.
She leaned over and landed a sweet kiss on my cheek. She said goodbye and walked out the door.
I only hoped that that was not the last that I would see of her.
Chapter 14 – Hope
I was so lost in my thoughts on that drive home that when I pulled into the driveway, I almost didn’t remember how I’d gotten there. When I had left the house this morning, I had no idea how things would end up, but I certainly hadn’t expected them to go like they did.
Darren’s request was definitely a game changer. I wasn’t going to tell my mom about it yet because I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I glanced over the contract again and my palms began to sweat. What was I going to say? Should I toss the application out the window?
What he was asking for would be giving up a huge part of myself that I didn’t even know existed yet. People say that motherhood really changes you.
According to the contract, I wouldn’t really be a biological mother once I delivered the baby. I would just be the surrogate, a carrier. After nine months, I’d be on my way.
How could I even do that?
I knew that people did it. Surrogacy was a thing. Adoption was a thing. I just didn’t know how I could do it.
But, it was an awful lot of money. And there was no denying I was attracted to him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, taking off my clothes and then playing with me. I wanted to be his toy.
Maybe it was fucked up, but the part about him owning and claiming me seemed to interest me the most of all. I couldn’t help my fantasies.
Should I turn back around and sign the contract? I was beginning to get a headache just thinking about it.
I came up with a quick story to tell my mother about what had taken me so long at Mr. King’s and crossed my fingers, hoping she would buy it. I could hear the TV blaring from the living room as soon as I walked in the door.
When I got closer, I saw that Mom had fallen asleep in front of the TV again. Slumped over with her head on her shoulder, she looked like a baby herself. I was going to let her sleep. And head off to bed myself. It had been a long, tiring day and I welcomed the chance to unwind and process the events of the day.
After a long shower, I put on my fuzzy pajamas and climbed into bed. I thought that I would have drifted off to sleep right away, but I didn’t. I was actually laying there wide awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
My thoughts were on the weightiness of the decision that I had to make, but it was also on something else.
Something naughty.
I kept thinking about Mr. King. His scar might have been scary to some, but I thought that it gave his face some character. And even with the scar, I could tell that he had a pretty cute face. He had beautiful, sharp eyes that seemed like they knew everything. There was something about him that just drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It made me want to know him more.
And he made me horny. Just thinking about his hands all over my body excited me. I touched my own body, caressed my firm nipples that perked up into hard pearls. Sliding my pants down, I put my hands in my panties and started fondling my moistening pussy. It felt so good. I rubbed around and around, grinding into my hand, feeling my excitement grow more and more.
I started thinking about what it would be like to have Mr. King’s cock inside of me. I couldn’t believe how often I was masturbating to him.
I had never been with a man before, but I was really curious about what my first time would be like. Would it be gentle? Rough? If I decided to sign the contract, I was surely going to find out. There wasn’t going to be any type of insemination. He was going to get me pregnant the old fashioned way, and that meant sex.
I smiled because that was the one thing I was looking forward to the most. As my rhythm increased, I came hard, thinking about how it would feel for Mr. King to take my virginity. I had to admit I was dying to find out.
Chapter 15 – Hope
Before I knew it, the next morning I was driving back to Mr. King’s house. There were so many questions that I had that were left unanswered and I needed to get the answers to them right away.
I didn’t bother to knock once I got into the house. I went to his study and didn’t see him there. I heard a noise come from the direction of his bedroom, so I made a beeline straight there. I swung the door open and launched into my questions.
“Why do you want a baby so badly? And why does it have to be by Christmas?”
He was sitting on the end of the bed wrapped in a bath towel, droplets of water cascading down his neck and shoulders. His chest looked firm and wide, kind of like the chest of a superhero.
He didn’t seem startled by my being there and I didn’t pretend to be embarrassed by my brashness at being in the room. I just stood there staring at him, waiting for him to speak, and he stared right back at me, searching for the right words to say.
“Hope, I want to make sure that you get answers to all your questions,” he sighed. “Let me ask you something. If I make sure that that happens— that you get all your questions answered, would you be willing to sign the contract?”
“It depends what the answers are,” I said, firmly.
“Fair enough.”
He smiled, raising the tips of his lips just a bit. I liked that I could make him cheer up even when he seemed down. He smelled like soap and a fresh, winter-like scent—the whole room did. It was enough to make me want to climb
up on his lap and beg him to start making a baby with me, right then and there. I didn’t, though. Of course.
“Let me rephrase my question,” he said. “Since you seem to be a little lawyer in training, or something. Provided that the answers aren’t anything incredibly crazy, would you at least consider signing the contract? I assume the answer is yes, or else you wouldn’t have driven over to my house and busted right in, as you’re so accustomed to doing.”
I thought very carefully before I answered. He was right, though. I was already leaning toward signing, anyway. Or else I wouldn’t be here.
The rest of this was just to sooth my curiosity. What type of recluse of a man wanted to raise a newborn in the mountains on his own? I had to know.
“Yes,” was my only reply.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “I’ll have to have my attorney present for this, so I’ll set it up for tomorrow.”
“Present for what?” I asked, imagining his attorney taking notes while we copulated.
“For our conversation. To make sure I sufficiently answer your questions. And if the answers are to your liking, then, to witness us sign the contract.”
“Okay,” I said.
I only hoped that I wasn’t getting myself into something that I would regret.
Chapter 16 – Hope
“It’s settled, then. Everything will be handled tomorrow.” He paused like he wanted to say more, but was hesitant for some reason.
Before I could turn to leave, he said, “Why don’t you go ahead and do the cleaning? Then, come back later tonight so that we can talk.”
I was confused.
“Wait, I thought that you said that your lawyer had to be present to discuss everything.”
“Well, not everything,” he said, fidgeting. “The legal part, yes. But, there are some other… things that I want to sit and talk about with you that are more personal in nature.”
What could he want to talk about? I wondered.
I agreed to come back later to talk and walked off to get started on my work for the day. I put on my headphones like I had at any other job, but it only served as rather distracting noise, since I couldn’t focus on anything other than the many new questions that were circling around in my head.
What personal conversation did he want to have with me that couldn’t wait until we spoke with his lawyer tomorrow?
I knew that I was having a hard time focusing on my work after the third time that I kicked over a bucket of water, releasing foamy suds all over the hardwood floors.
Get it together, Hope, I thought.
But, it seemed like I lost even more concentration as the morning progressed. I put books away in the fridge. I locked myself out of the bathroom and spent close to an hour trying to pry my way back inside.
I just could not get the conversation out of my mind.
I was pretty sure I was going to say yes. After all, what was I doing here— and why did I keep agreeing to come back— if not to do this thing, already?
All I could think of were his hands on my back, my ass, my breasts. I wanted him to bend me over and take me from behind. I wanted him to moan and groan while I called out his name because he was shoving his big cock in my tiny pussy.
I couldn’t even believe the thoughts I was having. He had the craziest effect on me.
When I was walking out the front door after having finally finished my work for the day, I tripped and almost face planted at the bottom of the steps.
I knew that my clumsiness was due in large part to my anxiety about whatever it was that Mr. King wanted to talk to me about. I wished that evening would hurry up and get here before I brought on some clumsy, anxiety-driven disaster.
Chapter 17 – Darren
I heard Hope drive up and park near the front door. My heart began to beat wildly. I had no idea how this conversation would go, but I felt like it was one that I needed to have before sitting down with the attorney.
I needed Hope to understand where I was coming from, so I was hoping that her heart would be open to what I had to say. There was a lot at stake here and I knew it. I just hoped that she would see things the way that I did.
I heard her feet shuffling down the hallway.
“I’m in the library,” I called out loudly, positioning my chair to face the door.
She peeked her head around the corner and greeted me cheerfully.
“Hi, Hope. I’m so glad that you could join me.”
“Of course, Mr. King,” she said.
“First things first,” I said, waving her on. “Enough with this Mr. King business. Mr. King was my very elderly, very deceased father. Just call me Darren. I am hoping that you will soon start to see me as a friend.”
“Okay, Darren,” she replied, hesitantly.
“Hope, I want to tell you a little bit about my story. I’m not sure how much your mother would have told you, but even what she knows is limited. I haven’t really shared any of this with anyone.”
“Okay. You can trust me,” said Hope, taking a seat in an armchair next to mine.
She looked eager to hear what I had to say, and she looked as if she wouldn’t reject me because of it. What a relief. For the first time ever, I felt ready to tell my deepest, darkest secret. I was willing to let Hope in and tell her everything, so that she would do me the huge favor of carrying my child.
“I have a child, Hope. A son. I didn’t know about him until I came back from the war. When I returned, his mother— who, I have to admit, and I’m not proud of this fact, was a random one night stand— told me that I was his father. And by that time, he was already a year old. The war had left me so badly disfigured that my own son cried and screamed at the sight of me.”
I had to stop because I could feel myself beginning to get choked up. I turned away and cleared my throat, willing the tears to stay back. This was why I never told anyone this story. I like to think of myself as a fucking strong man, but the memory of one’s own son crying in shock at the sight of his father’s face was enough to make even the strongest man cry.
“It’s okay,” said Hope, putting her hand on my shoulder.
Her hand felt so comforting. I had to hold it together so that I could finish telling her the story. Turning back to face her, I continued.
“My mom is looking after my son now. I have no idea where my son’s mother is. I only know that she brought my son to me and said she couldn’t deal with him any more and it was my turn. She said she had been waiting for me to get home so she could leave. And she did leave. She ran off— I have no idea where she went. My son’s name is Bryant.”
“What a strong name,” said Hope, smiling sweetly.
She had no idea how much she was turning me on, even now, when I was spilling my deepest secret. I loved that she was being so comforting, that she was focusing on the good in the situation— my son— rather than the bad— his mom, and the fact that he didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
“Thank you. I thought that after having this house built and having tons of reconstructive surgery, I would be able to get my life back. I had big plans of raising my son here, giving him a wonderful life, one that would bring us all joy beyond our wildest dreams. But, the doctors, with all of their expertise, weren’t able to fix my scars in the way that I had hoped that they would. Most of my face has healed, but the scars that were left make me look like a monster.”
I turned my face away instinctively before continuing. But she ran her hand down my face and I didn’t pull away.
“Your scars really aren’t that bad,” she said, sounding as if she was convinced of it. “I think you think they look worse than they do. They’re barely even noticeable.”
“I have more, all over my body,” I told her. “I have never shown anyone all my scars, except the doctors. I know that they are hideous and I don’t expect anything but horror from anyone unfortunate enough to see them. So, that’s something you should know before we go through with this, also.”
I
turned to glance at Hope, expecting that she would be looking away. To my surprise, she was still looking directly at me and it looked like there was understanding, rather than pity, in her eyes.
“I’m sure they’re also not as bad as you think the ones on your face are. And anyone who makes you feel like you deserve anything less than to be treated with love is the real monster,” she said, putting her hand on mine reassuringly.
“I will be infertile soon. If I’m not already. The doctors have already confirmed it.”
“Wow,” said Hope, sitting back, deep in thought.
“I really want my son back in my life, Hope. And I believe that having a baby by Christmas is going to be just what we need as a Christmas present to bring joy into this house. Then, my son Bryant will be happy to come live with me.”
I leaned forward in my hair, taking both of her hands carefully in my own.
“You are my last chance, Hope. This is my one ticket to happiness, having a baby and bringing my son here to live with me. I am begging you to consider what I am saying and please help me.”
The tears welling up in her eyes let me know that she understood what I was saying.
I only hoped that it also meant that she was willing to help.
Chapter 18 – Hope
“I want to show you,” said Darren, standing up in front of me. I wasn’t sure what I was about to see, but I barely breathed in anticipation.
He took off his shirt and threw it at his feet. Then, he took off his pants and boxer briefs and let them fall in the same pile.
He stood there, stark naked, staring at me. I stared back.
I had to admit— the first thing I noticed was not the scars. It was his cock, which was even bigger than I thought it would be. I began to worry about whether or not it would fit inside me. Would it hurt me? But, I still wanted it in me.
Then, I did look at his scars, which were like vines wrapping around his solid frame. I reached out and ran my fingers along them. The raised scars felt like braille beneath my fingers.
They were more noticeable than the ones on his face, but they didn’t look as bad as it sounded like he thought they looked. They carried a certain character with them, that said “strength over adversity.” In a strange way, they were sexy.
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