His Perfect BabyA Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I need to be more discreet from now on. I promised him that I won’t do something like that again, and I definitely won’t. I just hope that it won’t have repercussions down the road for him.

  I lie back and close my eyes, trying to imagine him again. His face firm against my thighs and his mouth and fingers know exactly what they’re doing. I feel a thrill run down my spine as my pussy gets wet again, surprising me a little bit by my own blind and intense desire.

  I’m suddenly pulled out of my fantasy by a knock at the door. It’s just one knock, and I know it’s him. A second later, Ethan comes into the room.

  He’s not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he’s only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt, showing off his body. He’s in impressive condition, with muscles bursting against the cotton. He smirks at me, and I know what that smile means.

  “Good morning,” he says. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you alone for long.”

  “Good morning.” I sit up and look at him.

  He pulls his hands from behind his back and is holding another one of those silk pieces of rope. “We’re going to play another game.”

  My heart quickens in my chest and I can’t help but smile. I didn’t expect this so soon, but I want it. “Okay,” I say.

  “Good girl. Are you excited?”

  I nod quickly. “Yes.”

  “Good. Get out of bed.”

  I quickly get up and stand in front of him. I’m half naked, still just wearing a new pair of panties, though already starting to get wet, and a black tank top.

  “Stand at the foot of the bed,” he says. I obey and look at him, dripping wet, aching for his next command.

  “Turn around and get down on your knees.”

  I turn my back to him then get down on my knees. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes up from behind me.

  “Hands on the footboard,” he says.

  I reach up and grasp it. He crosses my wrists, his body close to mine. I can feel his breath on my neck as he expertly ties my wrists together and then to the bed, cinching them tight, but not too tight.

  He steps back and I turn to watch him.

  “Spread your legs,” he says.

  I spread them wide for him, arching my back a little bit, letting him see my ass. I’m dripping wet and I can barely hear over the pounding of my heart.

  “Good,” he says. “That’s how I like you. Wet and willing.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him, blushing slightly. “What else do you want me to do?” I ask him.

  He walks over and stops behind me before crouching down. I feel his hands on my hips and I roll my head back as his lips find my neck. “Is this what you like?” he asks me.

  “That feels good,” I say as he kisses my skin.

  “Good.” He moves back suddenly and pushes me forward. I gasp as he spanks my ass, hard.

  “Ethan!”

  “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

  I look over my shoulder at him, ass stinging slightly. “No,” I lie to him.

  He grins and spanks me again, this time even harder. I groan, surprised at how the sensation makes me feel. I thought it would simply hurt and make me not want to play anymore, but it has the opposite effect. It makes me absolutely dripping wet, and almost feels strangely good.

  I feel his hand rub my ass then slide down between my legs. He finds my soaking cleft and starts to rub my pussy with one hand. He takes my hair in the other and pulls my head back.

  “Do you like pleasure, or do you like pain?” he asks.

  “Pleasure,” I say.

  He stops rubbing my pussy, but doesn’t release my hair. “Are you sure?”

  “I don’t know,” I groan.

  He releases my hair and pushes my head forward slightly before spanking my other ass cheek. I moan and he does it again, harder.

  “You look gorgeous,” he says. “Dripping wet with two red hand prints on your ass.” His fingers find my pussy again, rubbing me from behind over my useless and soaked panties.

  “Why do you tease me?” I ask him suddenly, blurting it out.

  I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Because I like it,” he says. “Do you like it?”

  “I don’t know,” I moan, not sure what to think. I can’t think, not really.

  He takes my hair and tips my head back before kissing me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers do their work, rubbing my pussy. I want to grab his hair but I can’t move my wrists. I’m completely bound to the bed still.

  He breaks off the kiss and stops rubbing me. He slaps my ass again and the pain tingles up my spine. He begins back on my pussy as the pain and the pleasure mix, hitting each other in my skull, making it dizzy with an indescribable pleasure.

  “That’s right,” he whispers. “Pleasure and pain. They’re not so different, you know. A little bit of one makes the other better. A little salt makes sweet stronger. Do you understand now?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Good.” He stops. “This is your last punishment.”

  “What?”

  He stands. I stare at his bulging cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He slowly slides them off and I gape at his enormous cock as he slowly strokes it.

  “Holy shit,” I blurt out.

  He laughs. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  “Sorry,” I say quickly, hiding my embarrassment by looking away.

  “Don’t be sorry, pet,” he says. “Look at me.”

  I look back at his thick cock and bite my lip. I can’t believe he’s so big. I suddenly don’t know how I can even fit that whole thing inside of me.

  “You’re going to make me feel good now,” he says. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Whatever you want.”

  “No,” he says, and bends over to take my hair again. “Tell me you want it. And don’t lie, or the punishments continue.”

  “I want it,” I say, and I know I’m not lying. I want this badly. I want to suck his cock or take him deep inside of me, whatever he wants. I’ve been aching to taste him, to make him feel good. Not just because I was hired to do that, but because it’s him and he deserves it.

  “Good girl,” he says, and lets me go.

  I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. He groans and moves forward, sliding it deeper into my mouth.

  I can barely take him, but I try anyway. He’s so thick but I want him, want him inside of my mouth. I pull back and slide forward, sucking him, rolling my tongue along his skin. His groans of pleasure send waves of joy along my spine, and I love the way he tastes. It’s such a strange feeling, loving the way he can so easily control me and take me. I feel both sexy and helpless and totally turned on.

  I know I can end this at any time if I say the word, but I don’t want to. He takes my hair and presses me down, and I let his cock go into my throat. I suppress a gag, tears springing into my eyes in reaction, but I just ignore them. I pull back and start to suck him faster, concentrating on the tip. I want to use my hands on his enormous cock, but I can’t.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “Watching you suck my cock, helpless like that, makes me fucking insane.”

  I groan with his cock in my mouth. He presses me back down and I take him, wanting him so badly. He starts to fuck my mouth, sliding himself in and out, but not pushing himself too deep. He seems to sense my limit, and he doesn’t cross the line. He tests it, pressing himself deep enough that I almost want to gag, but pulls back just before.

  “You’re a perfect fucking pet,” he whispers, cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Look at you, sexy as fuck with my cock in your mouth. You like being tied up and sucking cock, don’t you?”

  I moan, nodding my head, eyes up at him. He pulls out of my mouth then kisses me deeply. It’s the most intimate kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I wish it wouldn’t end. But he pulls back and slides his cock back into my mouth.

  He fucks my lips, holding onto my hair, and starts t
o push my boundary. I want him to, I want to see how far I can take him. He slides himself deeper into my throat and I suppress another gag, ignoring the tears that spring to my eyes. They’re just stupid responses of my body. I want to control them. I press forward, leaning into him, until I have his entire cock in my throat.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, half laughing from the joy and pleasure. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulls back and I gasp, looking up at him, smiling.

  “Fuck,” he says again, kissing me, and presses his cock back in my mouth.

  I work with him, moving my neck, bobbing my head along his cock, not afraid to be sloppy. I don’t care at this point. I let my spit cover his cock as he fucks my mouth and I suck him, my tongue running along his whole length, his groans filling my ears.

  I can tell he’s close, and I want him to come. I want to taste him, swallow him, make him know that I want him to feel good. I want to lick him clean when he’s finished and spoil him as much as he spoils me.

  His hips move faster, fucking my mouth, and I keep pace with him. I take him, moaning as he fucks my mouth, and his groans get louder. His fingers curl through my hair, holding it tightly, and I know he’s there.

  His cum fills my mouth as he grunts through the orgasm. I keep moving, sucking him fast, swallowing every single drop as he explodes into my throat. I use my tongue to gather it all from his tip and slowly I finish, pulling back and licking him clean.

  “Fuck,” he grunts when he’s done. He steps back, flush and gaping at me. “That was fucking incredible.”

  I smile at him. “Good. I wanted it to be.”

  He pulls his briefs back up and sits down on a chair, watching me. I watch him back and cock my head. “What?” I ask.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says. “Fucking beautiful. You know that?”

  I look away, surprised that I’m blushing. “Thanks,” I say.

  He stands and walks over to me. He tips my head back and kisses me again, long and slow.

  I lose myself in that kiss, enjoying it and asking for nothing more. Finally he breaks off and unties my hands.

  “I have to go to work,” he says as I stand up.

  “Okay,” I say, stretching my legs. My knees are a little sore and my ass still tingles, but that’s not bad. “Will you be back later?”

  He nods. “I will if I can. Promise. If not tonight, tomorrow morning.”

  “Good.” I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “Don’t leave me here alone.”

  “I won’t.”

  I kiss him softly, his hands on my hips. We linger there for a second, and it feels good, so freaking good. Almost as if it’s normal, and we do this all the time.

  He kisses me one more time then leaves. He shuts the door softly behind him, and I’m left alone again.

  I’m buzzing as I take a shower. I can’t stop thinking about him, about Ethan, and what I’m becoming. Maybe I really am his pet. When this is all over, and it’s time to leave, am I going to be able to walk away?

  I can’t think about that right now. He probably won’t even want me. He did only buy me for a month. Maybe he’ll get tired of me by the end. That’ll hurt, hurt a lot, but it’ll be okay. I’ll survive it, I hope.

  For now though, I have to enjoy it. Really enjoy it. I’ve been given a gift, something I never expected, and now I just have to accept it and be in it for as long as I can.

  15

  Ethan

  I can’t get Aria out of my head at all that morning. I’m practically buzzing with desire for her even hours after I last saw her.

  Knowing that she’s back in my house, sitting in that room and waiting for me drives me insane. I know she’s there for me and nobody else, and nobody else can touch her. I didn’t expect to feel this possessive of her, but there’s something about the fact that she’s entirely mine and mine alone that brings me immense satisfaction.

  It was stupid of me to back away from her for that week. I freaked out a little bit when I realized that my self-control was waning around her, but that shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Isn’t the whole point of having her to let myself have some fun?

  There is danger in this. Aria’s tantrum was public and problematic, but I can’t really blame her. I would have felt much the same way if I were cooped up in a room for days with nothing to do. Even at my home where everything is provided for her, it would still be so easy to feel incredibly lonely. I neglected her and I deserved that punishment.

  It won’t happen again. Not after this morning. Not after last night. I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. It’s around noon and I have a lunch appointment with Richard Taylor soon, but I’m not really thinking about that.

  My mind is only on her. And what her next punishment will be.

  I want to fuck her so badly I can barely stand it. Frankly, it’s taking all of my willpower not to leave work in the middle of the day and go home to have her. I know that would be irresponsible of me, considering the important business I need to get through today, but god damn. I know she’s so close to genuinely wanting it, if she doesn’t already. She’s on the edge and I want to tip her over.

  I want to taste every inch of her. That skin, smooth and perfect, and those perfect pink little nipples. And her pussy, delicious little pussy, I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. I want to make her scream my name as I fuck her deep and rough. At this point, I almost don’t care if she begs for it first or not.

  I’m sure I’ll make her beg for it once she gets a little taste.

  I take a deep breath and glance at the clock. I need to get going. And I need to stop thinking about this. My plan was to seduce her, and that’s still my plan. I’m close to getting it just right, and so I need to stay patient and in some measure of control. I have about three more weeks for this, and that’s plenty of time. Besides, I can always buy her again if I want more time.

  I call for a car then get up and head out. My secretary tells me where the meeting is supposed to be, this little Italian bistro a few blocks away, and then I head downstairs to get into the waiting car.

  We drive the short trip to the restaurant and I have to force myself not to think about Aria at all during the drive. I need to concentrate.

  This deal with Richard is getting dicey. He’s an intense man with an intense fortune, and he’s always playing to win. Everything with him is a game. He doesn’t care if something is mutually beneficial or not, he just wants to win, whatever he believes winning actually means. That’s just the kind of man Richard is. Nothing else matters to him but the deal, and it’s getting fucking exhausting.

  This shouldn’t be as difficult as it is, but Richard can’t make it easy. We both stand to profit here, but he wants to make sure his bottom line is the best it can possibly be by pushing back against me. Maybe he thinks I’m weak and ripe for pillaging or some shit, but he’s in for a surprise.

  The driver drops me out front and I head inside. Richard is at a booth toward the center of the restaurant, and I head over to him. He smiles and stands as I approach.

  “Ethan,” he says. “Glad you came.” We shake hands and then sit back down.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say.

  “Did you see the latest contracts?” he asks, diving right into business.

  That’s not like him. He seems laser focused today for some reason. He’s normally much more interested in shooting the shit and drinking, but today he’s having only water and a simple sandwich for lunch.

  I don’t let that get to me, though. We dive into the contracts and start negotiating clauses. He’s quibbling about the silliest, most worthless shit, and a half hour passes. I almost want to fucking yell at him to get over himself, but I know that’s not productive.

  The meeting wears on until finally Richard leans back in his seat and orders a whisky from the waitress. I can tell that he’s done discussing and so am I. Richard is an arrogant bastard, but I want this deal to go through. It’d be damn good for b
oth of us.

  But I can’t keep doing this. “What are we doing here, Richard?” I ask him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “From the start of this, you don’t seem like you want this deal to happen. Do you really give a shit about lighting renovations?”

  He watches me for a second, a small smile on his face. “No,” he admits, although just ten minutes earlier he was trying to get a clause in the contract that states we can’t change lighting fixtures for two years to “preserve his brand,” which is utter shit.

  I sigh and lean back in my seat, at least happy to get some truth from him. “Okay then. Tell me what you want.”

  The waitress comes back with his drink and he grins at me, taking a swig. He leans forward toward me, that grin still on his face. “I’ve been reading about you for years, Ethan,” he says.

  I raise an eyebrow. “So?” I ask. “Business reporters love to make shit up.”

  “Sure, sure. They really do. But to be completely honest with you, Ethan, it’s been pissing me off. A lot. For a long time.”

  “You’re angry that the media is covering me?”

  “No,” he says, laughing. “No, I’m angry that they’re covering you and not me. I used to be the young hotshot, you know. Everything they say about you, they used to say about me.”

  “They still write about you all the time,” I say softly, beginning to get a bad feeling.

  “Never good. Not anymore. They’re biased against me.”

  “So, what? You have a grudge against the media and you’re taking it out on me?”

  He shrugs. “More or less. I also don’t like you, Ethan. I think you’re an arrogant piece of shit with no talent and no experience. You come from nothing because you are nothing.”

  I stare at him for a second then slide out of the booth. “We’re done here. You can keep your building. Good luck trying to pay for it.”

  “Wait,” he says. “I have something you want to hear.”

  “I think I’m done listening to your shit, Richard.”

  I turn to leave.