Masked Indulgence

by Michelle Love

  “Thanks for the advice, Debra. I should be on my way now.” With a nod to her husband, I added, “Nice to meet you, Richard. And please relay the information that Pierce is on the mend to your co-worker.”

  Richard’s eyes cut to his wife. “You told her?”

  Debra looked back at him with wide eyes. “It’s public record.”

  The tension that suddenly filled the air had me hurrying away. Her husband must’ve felt a bit betrayed by her telling me anything. But she was right. Had we inquired about the driver, we’d have found out about him anyway.

  So I knew I had to talk to Pierce about that too. But for now, I’d stick with the pregnancy or lack thereof. We already had a lot on our proverbial plate.

  With the purchase, I made my way back home. And as I drove, I thought about having a baby. In a way, it was like a miracle.

  Pierce had been so broken only two months ago. The fact he might be unable to father any more children was a given because of his extensive injuries.

  I’d accepted the fact that my husband might come home with debilitating injuries. That he might not ever walk again. God was on our side it seemed. Maybe, if I was pregnant, that meant God would stay on our side, at least a little while longer.

  But what if we’d used up all the good luck we’d been given?

  Pierce

  The three minutes it took for that pregnancy test to show us a plus sign were the three longest minutes in history. “So, we’re having a baby, baby,” I said with a smile.

  No matter what might happen, I was glad to have another child coming to us.

  When Jade had gone to the store to get the test, I sat and contemplated things. Sure, the baby could have lifelong problems, but any one or all three of our existing children could get into some accident or get sick and end up with lifelong problems too. Life is a gamble; it’s that simple.

  The worry on my wife’s face made my heart ache. “I wonder how early they can detect things like Down’s Syndrome,” she mumbled.

  Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bed and took a seat, pulling her onto my lap. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this. Ending the pregnancy just because our baby has something that will affect it for its whole life isn’t a reason to end a life. Would you let a doctor kill any one of our children if they were to become, let’s say bound to a wheelchair, unable to talk or move their body? Much the same way that could’ve happened to me?”

  Her eyes caught mine. “I never thought about it like that. I fought for your life each time your heart gave up. I should fight for this life too, shouldn’t I? I’d do it for each and every one of you guys. Why should I give up on this baby if it does have something wrong with it?”

  “That’s my girl.” I kissed her cheek. “Let’s tell the doctors that we don’t even want to know if there is anything that comes back not normal.”

  But the look in her eyes told me she was afraid to do that. “Pierce, if there is something wrong, we’d need to make plans to accommodate that.”

  I shook my head. “No. There will be time to do whatever we’d need to. And as long as our doctors know what they have to do is all that matters.”

  “So, we’ll have the tests done, but won’t know the results until our baby is born, is what you’re saying.” She looked at me with trust in her eyes.

  I’d built that trust she had in me. I’d worked hard to earn it. And thankfully she’d kept it all this time. “That’s what I’m saying. Shoot, let’s even let the sex of the child be a surprise. What do you say?”

  She nodded. “I think I can do that.”

  Easing her off my lap, I laid her back on our bed, brushing her hair off her face. “This baby is more of a miracle than our others were. Let’s treat it that way.”

  “Appreciate it?” she asked with a smile.

  “Yes, we should definitely appreciate our little miracle.” I kissed her with a soft kiss, meant to calm the fears that were hovering inside of her mind.

  Her breast soft beneath my hand, I moved it in a circular motion over her shirt. The kids had been put to bed, so she and I were free to play. And now that I knew what her condition was, the BDSM stuff would be off the table until after our bundle of joy joined us.

  Only tenderness would fill our love life for the next few months.

  Softly, I kissed her lips then moved them off her sweet mouth, down her neck, then over the tops of her breasts. Unbuttoning her shirt, I slid my hand under her bra, pushing it up so I could get to her tit and suckle it.

  She moaned as my tongue circled her taut nipple while I sucked it, “Pierce.”

  The way her hand moved through my hair sent shivers down my spine. I moved my hands around to unhook her bra then took the shirt and bra off completely. Marveling at her large breasts that would only grow in size with her pregnancy, I said, “Yum, not too far from now, I’ll be able to taste that sweet milk you’ll make for our baby.” I kissed the other nipple. “And me.”

  “Pierce, you’re so bad,” she scolded me. “You always had me producing so much milk because you wanted your share too.”

  “It’s a fetish. What can I say.” I took her other breast into my mouth, sucking it while I licked her pebbled nipple. Soon I’d get to drink from her breasts, and I could hardly wait.

  The idea of drinking her all up had me moving down her body, taking off her jeans before standing up to undress myself. With one hand, I ripped her panties off then pushed her legs open. “Daddy wants to taste Mommy’s sweet cum.”

  Jade moaned and fisted the blanket underneath her. “Oh, shit, Pierce. When you talk like that you make me so fucking hot.” Her feet moved, so her knees bent, giving me access to her soft core.

  Moving my tongue through her warm folds, I licked her up and down until she was writhing with a need for more.

  Only then did I stop what I was doing, kissing the insides of her thighs. She moaned, yearning to release. Only I wasn’t about to let her have her way just yet. I wanted to drink her cum, and wanted a lot of it.

  Soft kisses along the insides of both her thighs had her settling down, and then I went to work on her clit. Tap, tap, tap, suck, lick, suck, lick. She cried out, “I’m about to…”

  I stopped, moving my mouth up to kiss her stomach, thrusting my tongue into her bellybutton, tongue fucking it to let her settle back down. “Easy, baby,” I soothed her.

  “Oh, shit!” She moved her feet up and down the bed in sexual frustration. “Pierce, please!”

  Never, ever, did she not beg me for what she wanted. A sweet release. No matter how many years had passed. No matter how many times I’d tormented her sweet ass, did she fail to beg me for what she knew I’d only give her when I was damn good and ready to.

  Sitting back on my heels, I commanded her, “On your stomach.”

  With a groan, she did as I’d said to. Jade was a very good girl and always did as I told her to. “On my knees?”

  “No. On your stomach.” I could tell she had no idea what I was about to do to her.

  While in the hospital, bored, I’d explored the internet and found some new things to try. I had high hopes this would please us both. The truth was, when I read about it; I did so with marked skepticism.

  Running my hands all over her ass, I pulled her cheeks apart before running my tongue along the crack of her ass. She tensed up a bit. I knew she wasn’t sure where this was going.

  I’d taken her in the ass before with my cock and with vibrators, but she was in for a surprise. After a few more licks, I pushed my tongue into her asshole, and tongue fucked her there. She gasped, and her body quaked as I pushed my tongue in and out of her tightest of holes.

  It wasn’t what I thought it would be. I thought I might actually be disgusted by the act, but I found it quite stimulating. I’d push my tongue in and out for a bit then make long licks up her crack, all the while holding her ass cheeks apart.

  When she made a deep moan, I knew she was close to erupting, so I stopped that and kissed her ass che
eks as she begged me not to stop, “Oh, please, baby. Please let me come while you do that to me. That feels amazing.”

  Glad she liked it, I wasn’t about to let her cum end up on the sheets instead of in my mouth. A thirst had risen in me that demanded to be quenched.

  “On your knees,” I commanded her.

  With a groan, she once again did as I’d told her to. Gently, I nudged her to crawl forward so I could lie on the bed beneath her to finish the job.

  Lying on my back underneath her, I put my hands on her ass, pushing her down until my mouth met her wet cunt. Pushing my tongue into her, I tongue fucked her until she came, releasing what I’d craved as she came on my face.

  Tonight I’d eat her pussy. And I’d most likely do so every chance I got. And when her sweet milk came in I’d drink her up in that way too. Oh, the pleasures that came along with pregnancy!

  Jade

  The sterile odor of the hospital hit me like a fist in the face as Pierce pushed me in through the automatic glass doors. My stomach knotted and the contraction that followed only served to make things worse. “I’m going to puke!”

  My eyes caught the words, ladies’ room on a door and I jumped out of the wheelchair and made my way to it as fast as I could. “Jade!” Pierce called out. “What the hell are you doing?”

  I couldn’t say a word; the puke had built up in my throat. He was right behind me as I went in and threw up in the toilet. The hospital wasn’t a place that I wanted to be in.

  The memories were too fresh. The shock, the fear, the not knowing what the outcome would be, all settled in my head, making me feel things I didn’t want to feel.

  Pierce pulled a paper towel off the roll of them and wet it, placing it on my forehead then got another to run over my mouth. “You weren’t about to puke in the car, Jade. What’s the matter?”

  “The smell,” I told him as I tried to get my head under control. “That’s the reason I wanted to have this baby at home. The hospital, especially this one, holds bad memories for me.”

  My legs were shaking so I sat on the toilet, trying to calm my stomach. Pierce ran the wet cloth over my face. “Baby, London Bridge hospital shouldn’t hold bad memories for you. It’s because of this place and my doctors and your persistence in keeping me coming back to you over and over that we’re here now.”

  As usual, my husband put a spin on things. “Oh, yeah?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Now, we have a baby who’s ready to meet us. So what do you say, think you can bring your head around to think positive for at least a little while so we can get this munchkin out?”

  I nodded, and he took my hand, leading me back to the wheelchair that was waiting in the hallway. Once again we were on our way to labor and delivery.

  Now I had a better attitude about things. The smell that had given me such a bad reaction turned into a welcome scent that comforted me. Help was all around me if I or our baby needed it.

  After I’d been hooked up to the various monitors and put into the bed that would be the place where I had our baby, I looked at my handsome husband. “I don’t say this nearly enough. I’m so lucky to have you. I’m so glad I got on that message board that day.”

  “Me too,” he said with a smile. “My little college student who wanted to become a romance writer. And you met that goal. I don’t think I tell you enough how proud I am of you. And that latest novel skyrocketed to the tops of the charts. Using our story as the plot was a brilliant idea.”

  “The characters were loosely based on us, Pierce. I couldn’t possibly tell our story. It’s too graphic.” I looked out the window. At nine in the evening, it was dark outside. Our baby would most likely come around midnight if it was anything like the last two babies I’d had.

  “If you ever do write our real story, you should title it, ‘Dirty Little Virgin’ because that’s how I think of you,” Pierce said as he looked out the window.

  “You thought of me as your dirty little virgin?” I asked with surprise. “I had no idea. I thought you saw me as an innocent. Not a dirty girl.”

  He ginned at me with a wicked expression. “I did think you were innocent. Well, you were, basically. But you and I had exchanged so much with the emails and the phone conversations that I think it had you much more receptive than most virgins.”

  A contraction began, making me do the breathing exercises I’d learned long ago. Pierce dutifully came, taking my hand as he ran his other over my shoulders.

  Once it was over, I smiled at him. “Thank you, my rock.”

  He sat on the edge of the bed. “I never thought in a zillion years that I’d need you to be my rock. But you did so magnificently. And I’m damn glad to be back to my normal self and able to be your rock once more.”

  “And I’m damn glad to have you.” I kissed his whiskered cheek. “And don’t forget to shave that off before our child arrives.”

  Pierce had shaved just before the birth of each child. It was like this weird ritual he had. “I should do that now. I bet this baby will arrive in about three more hours if its anything like our other kids.”

  “That’s what I thought too. Go shave so you can kiss our little munchkin without scratching its cheeks.” I leaned back to relax as he went to the bathroom.

  As I laid there, the contractions came and went, and I felt them intensifying. Soon our baby would be here, and we’d find out what it was and if it was okay. The only thing that was certain was that my doctor had told me he wanted me to have the baby in the hospital and not at home when I asked about doing that.

  That had me worrying a bit. We’d stayed with the initial plan and had the normal tests done but were told nothing about them. This baby would be a surprise in all ways.

  We were surprised when we found out we were pregnant and we’d be surprised with what we’d created too.

  When Pierce came back out, with a freshly shaven face, I had to smile. “Who is this handsome rascal?”

  He came straight to me, kissing me. “Your new man, baby.”

  As funny as he was attempting to be, it was like having a new man when he shaved off his beard. He looked so different without it. And five years younger too.

  A hard pain hit me before I could respond and an alarm went off. Suddenly my room was filled with nurses and Pierce was edged out, leaving him standing behind the line of medical staff.

  “Her blood pressure is rising fast,” one nurse said.

  “We have to get permission to give her meds to bring it down,” another chimed in.

  Pierce stopped them. “We don’t want any drugs used while that baby is inside of her.”

  Stoic stares went his way then all eyes were on me as one of the nurses said, “Your blood pressure is so high, you could have a stroke, Mrs. Langford. This has been a persistent problem with this pregnancy, and we know you’ve been on bed rest this last month. I can assure you this medication will not affect this baby.”

  I looked at Pierce who only shook his head. “No, baby. You can calm down on your own. I know you can do it. We’ve worked on this.”

  One nurse said through clenched teeth, “Mr. Langford, she cannot control her blood pressure with her mind. She needs medicine.”

  “Watch her,” Pierce told the nurse who only looked at him with anger in her eyes. “Stand back and dim the lights and watch what she can do.”

  Only when I gave a nod of approval did the nurses do what he’d said to. Then Pierce came to my side, took my hand, and nodded, letting me know to do what we’d practiced at home.

  He and I stared into one another’s eyes as he transferred his power to me. When he breathed out, I breathed in, taking his essence into my lungs and envisioning his power spreading through me.

  The blood pressure cuff that was around my upper left arm filled with air as the machine began to check my current pressure. And when it read normal, the nurses gasped audibly.

  Pierce smiled at me. “Good girl.” He turned to look at them. “Never underestimate the power of the mind, la
dies.”

  They all looked stunned as they left the room, one by one.

  With a sigh, I said, “You’re remarkable, Pierce.”

  “So I’ve been told.” He kissed my forehead. “Now let’s keep this body under our control, shall we?”

  I nodded in agreement and the hours passed.

  Before we knew it, the hour of midnight came and right along with that came our little baby. Pierce was by my side, letting me squeeze his hand as I pushed and pushed until we heard a little cry. “We have us…” the doctor said then hesitated a bit.

  “Well?” Pierce asked, losing patience.

  The doctor laughed. “Sorry. It’s just that he’s so sharp. Already looking at me with large eyes that are the color of the sea. He’s mesmerizing.”

  I took in a breath as I settled back. We had a son. And when the doctor placed him on my chest, my husband and I looked into those sea green eyes. He was perfect. More than perfect, he was a miracle, and we both knew it.

  Noah would join his older brother and sisters, completing our family. And we’d all live happily ever after.

  The End

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