by Garcia, Amy
“Well it doesn’t make much difference now does it, you've chosen the date. Anything special about March 12th?”
“It’s a nice number, even, nearly half way through the month and most importantly soon.”
“Even, huh?”
“Yes, I like balance.”
“Balance?” Now I’m just teasing him.
“Yes, balance, are you going to keep repeating me?”
“Repeating, who’s repeating?”
“I do believe the lady is looking for number four.”
“Four is an even number, balanced, I couldn’t just have three punishments could I?” Oh man, I’m gonna get it for that one!
“At this rate you will be well past four punishments but yes now that you mention it, four is nice.” I feel his hands wandering under my sweater, his skilled fingers feathering over my hard incredibly sensitive nipples and down between my bare legs he smooths them along the inside and then slowly along the outside of my thighs. Later has turned into now and I couldn’t be happier or more ready.
“I could begin punishing you now, you know?” I’ve dropped my head back onto his shoulder letting him explore my body with abandon, my hands are flat on the mattress gripping the sheets, I don’t want to wait until later to get naked with him but as a curiosity junkie I have to ask.
“How,” I whisper
“By withholding.” My neck snaps up, and my eyes fly open.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Ah yes, I would.” His hands abandon my heated flesh, and he’s out from behind me and off the bed in seconds.
“I. Can. Not. Believe. You!” I yell at him as he retreats from the room walking backward, smiling, taunting and then him finishing me off by smirking and winking agh!!!
“Don’t mess with the boss, baby.” I pound my fists into the mattress making him smile broader before he turns leaving me hot, frustrated and pissed off! Fuck he’s infuriating!
I slam my hand down again and hit the wedding folder when an idea hits me, probably a bad one but in this moment the need for revenge runs like a raging river through my veins. I flip it open and grab my phone; this ought to scramble his balanced even ideas all to hell. I start with the florist dialing the number and efficiently changing every single flower on his list, the color, the amount even the type we are now having a wedding with orange and yellow lilies with Gerber daisies and sprigs of fern! Ha! A far cry from his lovely lavender and cream arrangements of roses, peonies, and orchids. I even threw in a couple blue carnations, the lady at the shop tried to change my mind, and she probably thinks I’m crazy, and I am…I’m crazy mad! Onto the next invoice, the cake oh yea this is gonna be good!
Two hours later, I’ve almost completely obliterated every single plan he’s carefully and meticulously made when my bladder is screaming, and I can’t stand to hold it anymore. Stacking the papers neatly back into the folder I place it on the bed and send Evan a text I’m getting out of bed, have to pee. I’ve no more than hit send when I hear him holler
“No you are not!” So he hasn’t been far, I hope he was at least out of earshot, I want my ‘wedding plans’ to be a surprise. He stalks into the room directly to the bed swooping me up to deliver me to the bathroom. I swear he’s squeezing me tighter than usual, and I’m sure he’s agitated.
“You ok?” I ask still sitting on the toilet, he doesn’t seem right.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He rests his backside against the vanity and folds his arms across his chest. Before I can question his indecisive answer to my simple question, he asks his own.
“Are you ok?”
“Well yes, I guess so.” I shrug. “I’m finished.” We stop at the sink where he sits me on the counter and watches absently while I wash my hands, then back to the edge of the boring old bed. After fluffing and fussing my pillows and blankets, he takes me by surprise kneeling down next to the bed circling me with his arms and burying his face in my lap.
“What’s this all about?” I say softly sliding my hands over his shoulders. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes; he just nuzzles in and continues to hug me tight.
“Evan?”
“I’m sorry.” His words are muffled by my sweater, but I hear them. “I should be on my knees thanking God for you not upsetting you while you’re pregnant with my children.”
Lifting his head, he captures my eyes with his and regards my reaction. “You’re incorrigible you know that right?” Biting my lip I reach out to touch his cheek but he intercepts and kisses my palm.
“Yes, I know,” he says sadly, his shoulders sag in defeat.
“I love you?” I offer and shrug my shoulders copying his gesture from earlier today.
“Thank God.” And he answers with my words. “Don’t move.” He stands, and I immediately miss the heat of his body against mine.
“Where are you…?” When he reaches the door, he closes and locks it, oh God I love making up! He returns to his place kneeling in front of me, and I’m trembling before his hands are even on me.
“Evan, it’s ok…”
“Shush.” He places one finger on my lips to quiet me before dragging it down to my chest and lightly pushing me back onto the bed. When my back hits the mattress his hands glide over my bare legs spreading them apart when he arrives at my knees, I shudder and inhale sharply when his warm lips meet my skin and he begins kissing a trail to my apex. Hovering there, I feel his ragged breath against my damp panties every muscle in my body is tense, holding my breath and gripping the blanket under me I wait for him to bless me with the talents of his tongue.
“I will never tease you again, baby.” I can’t speak but I whimper, my body twitches in anticipation. “I will replace these.” He says before snapping the thin band that holds my lace panties together, I couldn’t care less about the only barrier between me and ecstasy, fucking take them! He kisses my mound and spreads my legs open wide so he can show the rest of my sex the same heavenly attention.
On a moan, he slides his tongue over my sensitive clit sending a shock wave of electricity to every corner of my body mind and soul.
“Ahhhh, Evan!” I yell arching my back to give him more of me, all of me and he takes it like a starving man just home from war he devours me circling, stroking, caressing every tender fold with that fucking tongue of his. My legs slither around his neck, and I’m saturated, he’s turning me inside out building my orgasm with every lick, every moan until I’m shot into orbit screaming his name.
“Evan, yes yes yes, God, yes!” I pump against his mouth when I come unabashed and out of control soaring in that narrow place between here and who knows where. Always focused and generous he doesn’t stop until it’s completely over and even then he’s got my ass in his hands as he blows short puffs of breath over my satisfied core as if to cool me off. I release my clutching legs and let them dangle over his shoulders.
“You taste so damn good, lady, shall we go again?”
“Holy shit, Evan, I haven’t even recovered from this one yet!”
“So?”
“So thank you very much, but a girl’s gotta breathe a little and whoa that was fucking amazing. I don’t think you can top perfection.”
“Topping perfection is my specialty, baby, let me show you.”
“Hey, what about you? I’m pretty good with my mouth too ya know.” He rises up and places his arms on either side of me, and I cross my arms under my head and tilt up so I can see him.
“This was for you; I’m fine you know that and I think you might have a little over reactive gag reflex right now so…”
“Agh! Being pregnant is kinda sucking so far.”
“I’m flattered that you are so disappointed in not pleasing me but really, watching you gag on my cock and vomit isn’t on my erotic fantasy list. I can wait.”
“Eww, that’s a nasty visual, how about I use my hands?”
“Maybe later, I must feed you now.” I raise my eyebrows and shru
g.
“Ok, I actually could eat I’m starving.”
“That’s my girl. I will get you another pair of these.” He stands and dangles the shred of lace that used to be my panties over my head.
“Destroyed,” I say pitifully
“All for a good cause though.”
“Oh, yea, a very good cause!”
“I think you may have enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“Huh? Uh, I think I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than you did!”
“Oh Mia, you have no idea how much satisfaction I get out of making you come. You are so responsive, so sensitive, so fucking sexy.” I feel the heat of a blush creep up over my neck and face, and I raise my hands to cover it when I do, I skim the envelope with the massively messed up wedding plans.
“Ah, I have something to confess,” I say hesitantly and rub my feet together nervously. Returning to the bedside he slips a fresh, intact pair of panties up my legs and tucks me into bed.
“What’s that?”
“Well, I was mad you see…”
“Yes, you were, and?”
“Well I sorta, I kinda oh shit I changed all your wedding plans! I was pissed, and this file was taunting me!” I hold up the file “I’m so sorry, it’s a mess everything in here has been fucked up royally.” He smiles knowingly, and I realize my retaliation was futile.
“Don’t worry about it; they all have been switched back to my original orders. My people would never let anyone change my bookings without my approval, so you got away with it this time, and you’re still at four although I really should add one but you know I like even numbers so I will give you a break.” All of those phone calls for nothing, little snitches called and told on me!
“Don’t be angry after the first three phone calls I began realizing how upset you must be to sabotage your own wedding just to get revenge. That is also what made me realize I was being an ass leaving you alone and frustrated in your delicate condition.”
“Delicate? I am not delicate I’m just pregnant!” I hate pity in any form even if it’s well intended.
“All right not delicate but precarious is that better? Your pregnancy is complicated that is what I’m trying to say, and I shouldn’t be stressing you I should be looking after you. Like you have always done for me.” he says quietly and with regret.
“I wasn’t that mad, frustrated yes, but mad, not really. You’ve actually been kind of funny lately, playful and ornery; I like it.”
“So now you are saying you want me teasing you?”
“No, definitely not. But the scoring system is kind of fun, I’m interested in knowing what kind of punishment you plan on giving me.” He laughs
“Oh so now you want to dabble in submission? I do say pregnancy is bringing out some interesting facets of your personality.”
I shrug casually “Well I’m not completely opposed to trying new things.” His brows shoot up in surprise.
“I’m going to end this conversation while I am ahead my love; your newfound willingness to explore unknown avenues is making me hard.”
With that he steps into the bathroom I hear water running, he passes through the bedroom again shaking his head in disbelief leaving me alone to make our lunch.
What the hell has gotten into me? I have never given anything other than vanilla sex a thought until today. Holy shit he’s right, pregnancy is changing me and not in just the traditional ways, it’s strangely bringing out a little kink, who knew?!
“Please Forgive Me” by Bryan Adams
“This is it, I’m not staying in this bed another day, call the doctor and get me an appointment, three days with no bleeding has to be long enough!” Evan reaches to pat me on the shoulder from where he sit’s working next to me in bed…in bed agh! I’m sick of beds, hospital beds, gurneys, big expensive beds with canopies, filmy white gauze, and drapes, I am boycotting all beds!
“You have an appointment this afternoon.”
“I do?!” Oh, thank God and all the chubby cherubs in heaven above I’m getting out of this bed, this room, this house!! I get to go outside and ride in a car! I feel like an excited dog that has just been informed of a car ride after it’s been pent up in its kennel for three days. It’s just the doctor’s office but who cares, maybe they will take me off of complete bedrest, there’s always hope!
“What time?”
“At two o’clock.”
“Oh, that’s three hours away.” I groan and roll to my side to enjoy the view of my husband tapping away on his laptop looking very professional and studious in his glasses. I didn’t find out until recently that he wore them when he worked on the computer but now that I’ve been watching him wear them for days I’ve grown attached to the look, it’s sexy.
“We need those hours to get you ready.”
“I’m not that bad off, am I?” I say lifting up the sheet to look, nope, perfectly fine.
“Of course not, I have been taking care of you, it goes without saying that you are in perfect order I just thought since it's an obstetrical appointment you might want to be, you know extra…”
“Extra what? Glittery? I’m sure any OB doctor is pretty used to the female anatomy; they’re all pretty similar, ya know.”
“Yes, you are probably right.”
“No probably about it, I am right.”
“Spunky today, aren’t you?”
“I’m just fucking glad to be getting out of here!” Nodding in agreement he begins to tidy his non-mess and put his things away.
“You know I kind of like having you held prisoner here in our bed.”
“Yea you would.” I snort
“Your bleeding episode is the only thing that has ever kept you from sneaking away from me.” I swear he’s nuts, does he think I’m going to spend my life chained to this stupid bed? I prop up on my elbows and narrow my eyes at him in irritation
“Evan, what are you planning on doing when these kids are born? I can’t be a slave held captive in the castle; we are going to be busy! And I’d like to go back to work part time, I miss my job.”
“I will be home with you and the babies; I don’t expect you to be a slave, Mia. I just…”
“Just what?” I snap “You know how I feel about all of this.” He sweeps his hand in my direction.
“It’s just too good to be true, I don’t deserve any of it and I want to spend as much time as possible with you because I see this black impending cloud of doom hanging over us. I am forever afraid you will be snatched from me as punishment for my long list of sins. So please forgive me for wanting to keep you so close.” Sliding his hand across the sheets he covers mine with it.
“I love you and soon I will have to share you with two others who will need your love as well I…”
“Stop, stop, stop.” I’m on my knees crawling across the space that separates us into his lap feeling all kinds of horrible, he just wants to have me to himself while he can, I know the feeling, and he loves me. Who the hell can be mad at someone for loving you too much?
I press my lips against his neck. “I love you too; it’s ok. I’m not going anywhere, well nowhere far anyway. And my heart is big enough to love all three of you, this isn’t a mistake, Evan, everything happens for a reason we were brought together and given these babies for a reason, we may not know what it is but please stop believing you’re not worthy of love and happiness.”
After a tight squeeze and a chaste kiss on the top of my head, he carries me to the ensuite bathroom to help me shower and get “glittery clean” for the obstetrician. “Can you button those?” He asks when he sees me struggling with the stupid button on my jeans.
“Of course I can, these are my favorite jeans I wear them all the time.” Oh shit, it’s happening isn’t it? I’m getting fat!! “Maybe if I lay back on the bed I can get it.” I continue to struggle refusing to believe my body is changing. Evan smirks and crosses his arms over his chest to watch the show. I try again on m
y back with no success; I want to cry.
“I will get you something else, baby, it’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok! Why can’t babies grow in a pod on the dresser, why do they have to ruin my body?”
“Nothing could ruin your body, if the doctor says it’s ok we will start to swim every morning to keep you in shape. I’m dying to get back into the water anyway and Dr. Carmichael says it’s ok for me now. Won’t that be fun, swimming together every morning?” He’s collected a different pair of pants for me to wear, leggings…great.
“Yea sure, swimming, fun,” I say with zero enthusiasm grabbing the leggings as he peels my jeans from my growing body when they are off he crouches at eye level with me to tweak my nose like a kid.
“It is fun, you’ll see.” I bat his hand away and stuff my feet into the leggings which I have to admit are much more comfortable than my unforgiving jeans. “All set?”
“Yea, but it’s too early to leave yet.”
“We are going down for lunch first.”
“You’re going to let me walk?” I straighten up in excitement
“No, don’t be silly. I will carry you down but I think it should be ok to sit at the table by now, don’t you?” I sag in partial disappointment, I can’t walk, but I’m going to sit at the big kids’ table…yeah. The things I have to look forward to lately are pathetic.
He loads me into his arms, and we start toward the kitchen. The smell of bacon assaults me on, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. My God, it smells like someone cooked an entire pig’s worth of bacon in this house!
“You ok?”
“Mmmhmm, I think so,” I say under my hand. “It’s just the bacon smell; it’s so strong!”
“I think you have a heightened sense of smell, baby, it’s not that strong. Mr. Saint is making BLTs.”
“Saint? Where’s Cecelia?” He clears his throat nervously and I repeat “Where the hell has Cecelia been, you said she had a cold, but I haven’t seen her since we came home, you’re keeping something from me. I know it, now spills!”