Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

  We walk to the edge of the bed and he sighs. The kind of sigh that says the day is almost over and the call of your bed is too great to resist any longer. I stand before him and begin to unbutton his dress shirt. Jacob watches me as I peel his shirt from his wide shoulders. His eyes never leave mine as I bend down to unlace his shoes and unbuckle his belt. He kicks out of his shoes as I lower his pants, leaving him in a pair of baby blue boxer shorts.

  He helps me back to my feet and together we undress me. I pull my shirt over my head and he slips off my sweats. In just my panties, I pull back the bed covers and crawl across the giant mattress. Jacob smiles as he climbs in behind me. I scoot back until my ass fits against the curve of his thigh and his chest is pressed to my back. Jacob pulls the covers over us and hugs his arm around my waist. His lips tickle at my neck as we huddle in together.

  “Mmm,” I moan, wiggling my ass even tighter against his body. “Can we go to bed like this every night?”

  “Every single night, kitten.” He places a few more, soft, slow kisses to that special place just behind my ear that makes goosebumps rise up all over my skin. “But if you keep wiggling like you are, I’m going to have to fuck you to sleep.” I let out a light laugh and squirm just a bit more.

  “I’m only trying to get comfy.” I reply sarcastically. I can feel his cock swelling against my ass and line his erection up with my ass crack. This way when I move my hips, his dick is stroked by the fabric between us.

  “One.” He counts like annoyed parents do with their naughty children and it spurs me on. We are both exhausted and emotionally spent, but I need to feel him. I need to feel his body on top of mine and his flesh inside of my flesh. I need to show this man how much I truly love him. What better way can a woman express her love than to open up her body for her lover’s pleasure. “Two,” his tone has gone from a warning to something more sensual. His lips hover over my ear lobe, making his voice seem so much louder as I grind my ass back against him.

  Jacob’s arm that is hugged around me shifts. He moves his hand down my thigh and drags his nails back up the same path to my hip. The feeling gives me shivers. “Daddy,” I gasp when his fingers curl around the inside of my leg.

  “Three.” He punctuates his final count down with a hard thrust of his hips against my ass. The hold he has on my leg keeps my body pinned in place. I feel him pull his other arm from behind my hand. His hand skims between us and I sigh when I feel him free his cock. It’s so long and hard that it feels like a lead pipe against my lower back.

  My upper body folds forward and I reach between my legs to move my panties to the side. I’m already wet for him, his kisses and count down helping to hasten my arousal. Jacob’s fingers grow tight around my knee as he lifts my leg up, opening my body just a bit more. Next, I feel his cock against my slick folds. He’s teasing me with his shaft and it feels so good. “Please,” I whimper and grind back against him, hoping to angle us just right so he is able to easily slip inside of me.

  “Please what?” He asks in my ear. His cock head is rubbing between my pussy lips, but he’s still not penetrating me. “Please Daddy, fuck my sweet hole?” He offers me a choice of words. “Or please Daddy, fuck my teasing ass until I fall asleep on your dick?”

  “I don’t care how you do it, Daddy.” I groan, arching my back to push my ass against his pelvis. “Just please, fuck me.” He moans and nips at my earlobe when he slips his big cock head into my tight pussy. Just an inch is all he gives me and it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. He pulls back out with a slick, sucking sound that makes me even hornier. “Jacob,” I plea with a single word. The only word that means the world to me.

  “Fuck, I love hearing my name fall from those beautiful lips.” He coos. The hand holding my knees opens me up even wider and his other hands sneaks under my hip, lifting me an inch off the mattress. He pushes inside of me, all the way in, stealing my breath with the motion. I cry his name again. He’s covering my shoulders in kisses while holding my hips in place. He doesn’t move his body, but I can feel his cock flexing inside of me.

  With a deep moan, I clench my inner walls around him. He groans in response and pulls me back onto his cock until my ass cheeks are flush against his lower stomach. I roll my hips, still feeling the pulsing twitches of his dick from inside of me. “You feel so good.” I gasp. His teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder and I jerk. The shock of pain making my pussy gush. “Fuck, Daddy.” I shiver again.

  “I want to feel you come around me, kitten, but you have to hold back until you absolutely can’t.” He purrs in my ear. His hand under me moves, hugging me tighter to him as he reaches between my legs to stroke my clit in soft, up and down motions.

  “Oh, Daddy!” I buck when he ignites the nerve endings in my clit. My walls quiver around him and my thighs begin to tremble. I arch back and he strokes my hot button in quicker circles, making my orgasm rise to the surface.

  “Not yet, baby. Let me feel you desperate for it.” He doesn’t move his cock other than the natural reflex motions caused by being sucked off inside of my pussy.

  “I am!” I gulp for air. The burning need in my core feels like it could burn me up if I don’t let it go.

  “Not yet.” He stops massaging my clit to rub his fingers down my pussy lips. His big hand covering either side of where his cock spears me. New sensations spark to life from how he’s touching me now. I throw my head back into his shoulder and moan out.

  “Jacob, please.” I try to rock my hips, needing friction and motion from his cock, but he keeps me pinned tight to him. His mouth finds my lips and he steals my breath with his kisses. I’m writhing against him, but still he kisses me and rubs his fingers up and down the sides of my pussy. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt. I want so much more, but at the same time I never want this to end.

  Jacob bends my leg at the knee and pulls it higher. So slowly, he withdraws his length from my cunt and sinks back in. I gasp against his mouth and feel him smile. “Almost, kitten. Relax into it, but don’t let it go.” Again, he pulls back and inches back in. “I love how your pussy feels. So hot, so fucking wet. Hugging around me tightly, trying to pull me in deeper.” This time he pulls all the way out of my body and I release a horrified cry. I don’t want to lose contact with him. I’m so close, too close. I need him and he knows it. He drives back in, hard and fast and loses himself inside of me.

  I splinter around him. Breaking into so many pieces of me that I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to be whole again. My moans are loud cries in the darkness of his bedroom. Our bedroom. I feel him whispering against my throat. He’s confessing soft words of love and devotion before his own orgasm takes over and rips through him to flood me full of more of his perfect seed.

  “Daddy,” I coo, feeling our mess leak around his cock to puddle on my upper thigh.

  “Shh,” He hushes me. “Let me sleep with you in my arms and my cock nestled perfectly in your heat.” He lowers my leg and adjusts his hands so that one can cradle my head and the other is locked around my waist again.

  It’s sticky and gross but I love it. I hug my arms around his and wiggle back against him again. I’m warm and safe with the man I love, the father of my babies. “Happy Birthday Daddy,” I whisper in the dark before we both fall asleep.

  4

  I’m surprised to find Jacob still in bed when I open my eyes. His hand lays open just before my face and I can feel him breathing on my shoulder. The room is still dark, just the first rays of light breaking through the curtains. My body feels stiff, sore in places I haven’t used in a while. When I stretch my legs out, Jacob’s head rolls backward, his grip on my waist comes free as he flings his arm out across the other side of the bed.

  Carefully, I slip off the mattress and pad towards the doorway. I look over my shoulder at my sleeping man and know I’m lucky. Blessed, some people would say, but I need a moment alone this morning to gather myself. His chest moves up and down evenly and his sexy mouth hangs open as he dreams.
Knowing I haven’t disturbed him makes it easier to leave.

  Instead of heading for the kitchen where I know I’ll find coffee ready to be made with a single push of a button, I wander the halls of this massive castle. Room after room, I wonder which one will be for my babies. Will they want separate rooms after a few years of sharing? I wonder if they’ll share some secret twin power that will keep them from fighting with each other. A ghost of a smile teases over my lips. Of course, they’ll fight and they’ll love. That’s what siblings do.

  I worry that growing up with a father who can gift them the world will make them spoiled little rich kids, but that fear fades quickly. Jacob is a fair man, who worked hard to get where he is today. He’d never allow our children to be rotten brats. My hand rubs over my belly and I know he’ll teach them to be honest and brave. To be smart and kind. Just like him.

  On the second floor of the house, I find a guest office. At least that’s what it looks like. There’s a big L shaped desk with all of the normal office supplies laid out on the top, even a laptop closed in the center of the desk but it seems unused. Like he keeps this room for his business friend’s who’d never actually be able to not do work while on vacation.

  My fingers trace the top of the desk and I close my eyes. I picture this as my office. An office where I conduct business that makes me as important as my future husband. An office where I can be his partner instead of a clothing sales girl who makes change every paycheck. Then that vision is blurred and I picture me with my hair in curlers and an apron hanging from my neck. One screaming baby on my hip while the other pulls at the hem of my nineteen fifties style dress. My makeup is half done and the phone’s ringing while the pot on the stove over boils. A housewife. A stay at home mom. A failure at both.

  I open my eyes and run my hands over my face. What the fuck am I going to do? There’s a soft knock at the door and I spin around to find Steph standing there with a cup of coffee in her hand.

  “Good morning. You’re up early.” She whispers and walks into the room. She holds out the mug for me to take and I grab it gratefully.

  “Thank you.” I look into her pretty blue eyes and feel myself wanting to spill my guts. I want to tell her everything and just get it off my chest.

  “You look beat, girl. Are you having terrible, after threesome regrets? Do you hate my guts now and never want to see me again?”

  “God, no!” I shake my head and see her physically relax.

  “Oh, thank goodness. I really didn’t want to have to look for a new job. Was it just a long night after I left then? Mr. Hoff didn’t let you sleep a wink did he?” Her eyebrows dance around and I wish that was why I looked like hell.

  “It was super long, but not because of what you think.” The words fall out of my mouth on a half laugh. Her brows stop twitching and pinch together. She grabs my elbow and starts to tug me from the room. “Where are we going?” I hold my coffee mug high so as not to spill the liquid gold over the edge as I follow her.

  “This looks serious. My grandmother always said you should discuss serious business in the kitchen over good food so that’s what we’ll do. I’ll make up breakfast and you’ll tell me everything.”

  “Are you sure you even want to hear it?” I ask as we tiptoe down the final flight of stairs and into the kitchen. The recess lighting is on, making a soft glow in the kitchen instead of harsh bright lighting. The sun is just now peaking over the mountains and the view from outside is magical.

  “Is it that bad?” She asks as she bends down to pull a cookie sheet from the lower cabinet.

  “Maybe not bad so much as different?” I sit down on one of the bar stools on the back side of the island and watch as she bustles about to place strips of raw bacon on the cookie sheet and preheat the oven.

  “Oh, now I gotta know.” She offers me a smile and stretches on her tiptoes to grab a pan hanging from above us. She lay it on the stove and digs back into the refrigerator for eggs and milk.

  “I’m moving in.” I let my fingers play with the handle of the coffee mug. Steph bounces on her toes and gently claps her hands.

  “That’s the best news!” She jogs over to give me a hug and while I’m holding her tightly, sucking up all the comfort she has to offer I whisper.

  “Because I’m pregnant.” She squeals. It’s so loud I know it will wake Jacob. She holds me at arm’s length to look in my face.

  “Honestly?” I nod.

  “With twins.”

  “Oh. My. God.” She gasps.

  “Right?” I giggle at her open mouth.

  “Twins?” She looks down at my belly and shakes my shoulders. “I gave you wine yesterday, lots!”

  “They are okay.” I love her concern and the happiness in her face. For just a minute, I let her happiness seep into me and forget how much my life is going to change. “It’s still really early. Just six weeks.” I shrug. “I’ll see the doctor again in three weeks.”

  “This is the best news ever!” She scurries back over to the stove and begins to crack eggs into a glass bowl. She adds a splash of milk and wiggles around. “I love babies and can help you as much as you need. Mr. Hoff will be such a good dad, I’m so, so happy for the two of you.” She grabs a spatula and waves it around in the air while pouring the egg mixture into a bowl. “Oh, this house will finally be a home.” She swoons and looks over at me. “Little feet running around this big place will really give it life. Oh! We have to baby proof. I’ll grab those outlet covers next time I go supply shopping and the plastic things to put over sharp table corners.” She rambles and it makes me laugh. I hadn’t thought of any of those things yet.

  “Slow down, Steph.” I chuckle. “We have lots of time.”

  “You’d think that, but it will fly by, Hannah. FLY!” She squeaks.

  “I guess I better get used to finding the two of you cackling like hens in a chicken coop, huh?” Jacob teases as he enters the kitchen. Steph lets out another squeal and drops everything to run to his side. She hugs him so hard she almost knocks him off his feet.

  “I’m so happy for you, Mr. Hoff!” He laughs and so do I. This girl keeps surprising me and I’m so thankful to have her in my life.

  “Thank you, Steph.” He pats her shoulder and she returns to the stove with a giddiness in her step that I really wish I felt naturally instead of trying to force it. Jacob strolls over to me and kisses my forehead. “Good morning, princess.” His hand wanders down to my stomach. His touch is soft and gentle, a sweet caress that melts my heart.

  “Morning, Daddy.” I tip my head to the side. “Why is it that it only now feels weird to call you that?” He shakes his head and ruffles my hair.

  “You’re silly, kitten.” He leaves my side to fix a cup of coffee for himself. I watch as he makes an extra cup and leaves it by Steph’s side at the stove. He leans against the island and I can’t help but drool over him. His hair is a crazy mess on the top of his head and the soft, cotton tee shirt he’s wearing fits nicely over his shoulders, hinting at the strength under it. His long legs are in dark grey sweatpants. I love the way they hang low on his hip and let me easily see the bulk of his package. “What do you feel like doing today?” He’s watching me undress him with my eyes and the small smile on his lips lets me believe he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

  “It’s Sunday.” I state the obvious and bring my focus up to Jacob’s face. “That means Kitten Saturday is officially over, are you going into work today?” He winces just a little.

  “I was thinking of it, yeah. Just to start planning how I can pull away more often. I want to make sure I can make all of your doctor appointments and other things that might come up along the way. Then when the twins get here, I’m really going to want to work less. It’s best to start figuring it all out now so it isn’t a big stress to me, later.”

  “I understand.” I try to smile up at him. I do understand, he will have a ton of changes and adjustments to make in his office. I just want to stay with him and spend all of my time
with him.

  “Hey, I have an idea!” Steph pipes up. When she turns around, some bits of egg fly off the spatula and she covers her mouth with her other hand. “Opps.” I giggle when she does and Jacob just continues to sip his coffee with a slight smile on his face. “But I do. I could take Hannah back to her house and we can pack up just a few things, the essentials, you know? So she’d be more comfortable here until we move all of her stuff in?” she snatches a paper towel from the roll and wipes up the egg that flew away from her.

  “How’s that sound?” Jacob turns his gaze back to me.

  “Good, yeah. That’d be great.” It’d be nice to have real clothes here and my own toothbrush instead of the thin guest one I’ve been using. “Thanks, Steph. That is a good idea.” She bounces around a little like she’s proud of herself and then bends to pull the now crispy bacon from the oven. The kitchen smells delicious and I tell myself I’m going to eat every bite given to me.

  Steph dishes out the scrambled eggs and places layers of bacon on each plate. She carries two plates over to the small table then brushes her hands together. “Great. Enjoy and come find me when you are ready to head over to your house.” She turns to leave, but I reach out for her elbow.

  “No, wait.”

  “Did you need something else?” Her eyes are looking over the table to see what she may have missed.

  “No, no. I just thought it’d be nice if you sat and ate with us.” She looks shocked and unsure. Her gaze flits between Jacob and I, before she swallows hard and speaks.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Please,” Jacob adds with a nod. His approval seeming to be all she needs. “Join us.”

  “Well,” she shrugs happily. “I can’t turn down such a great breakfast. Okay.” Steph turns back around to build a plate for herself and then plops down in the chair next to me. “This is so nice. Thank you for asking me to sit.”