by Christy Poff
"Charlotte, I love you."
"I love you, too,” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath.
He removed the chains and laved her nipples, then trailed his tongue along her body. As soon as he removed the clit clips and pushed the chains out of the way, he buried his face in her pussy and feasted. Charlotte cried out and he took more, his hands squeezing her tender ass.
"Simon, please ... I..."
He looked up and smiled. Charlotte had passed out from sensational sex, the sure sign she enjoyed their time together.
* * * *
She woke later in his arms. He had given her a sponge bath while keeping an eye on her to make sure she hadn't suffered any ill effects. She lay on the bed, her body pink from the floggers, her arousal evident.
"Simon?"
"I'm here, baby. You're wonderful and perfect and..."
"My master is too kind. I..."
"Charlotte, you are exactly what I say. Don't ever think any other thoughts about yourself. You are mine and I refuse to have any slave who isn't perfection. You have set a new standard as far I'm concerned."
"Simon, I don't remember life before we met at the pub."
"Neither do I."
She gazed at him and smiled. Her hand went to his face and caressed his cheek. He gazed into her eyes and moved closer to her. His lips parted to kiss her, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. They kissed, life everything they had dreamed of and more.
* * * *
"Where the hell is the bastard?"
"We followed him to the Napa Valley. They're somewhere on that massive estate of his."
"Tell your man to let me know when they leave to return to DC or Virginia. Once they do, we go to the next part of the plan and bring her here. I will prove what a true Dominant is, then I will break him in front of her."
"The rope you requested has been delivered."
"Good."
* * * *
Charlotte relaxed while Simon took care of some business dealing with the vineyards. She watched him as he sat at a smaller desk in their suite and worked over figures. His muscular body made her hot and she wanted him.
She slid from the satin-sheeted bed and crawled across the floor to where he sat, feline in her movements. She knelt beside him with her hands behind her and presented herself as he had instructed her their first time together at the Virginia farm.
Simon looked over to her and grinned as she presented her breasts for his attention and exposed her pussy for his gaze. She moaned as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed.
"How does my sensitive one feel?"
"Wonderful. The first time you flogged me took me by surprise, but the pain turned quickly to divine pleasure. Would you do it again?"
"Yes, but after you have gotten over earlier. Too much can be harmful."
"Oh,” she said, a little disappointed while grateful for his concern.
"Simon?"
"Charlotte?” he asked, concern in his voice.
"I feel..."
Charlotte broke her presentation and ran for the bathroom. Simon followed and grabbed a towel and soaked it in cold water, then wrung it out and handed it to her. She heaved several times, her skin pale.
"Simon, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong. It came over me so fast."
"I think I know. You're pregnant, my sweet Charlotte."
She looked at him and saw the pure joy in his eyes. She agreed with him and weakly smiled. Simon wiped her face after another set-to and when she assured him she felt a little better, he carried her to bed. He laid her in the center of it, the satin caressing her body. His hand went to her stomach, Charlotte feeling the heat of his love and desire in one touch.
"Charlotte, I want you to relax. I'm going downstairs to brew you some tea. I'll be right back."
She nodded, spent from the nausea engulfing her.
Simon bent to kiss her and whispered his love in her ear.
"I love you, Simon, and thank you."
"For..."
"Letting me carry this one tiny bit of you."
"You are the mother of my child. It is I who should thank you for giving me this awesome gift."
"Hold me."
"Anything."
* * * *
Charlotte drifted off and Simon left her long enough to brew the tea. He picked the tray up to take it upstairs to her when the phone rang. He set it down and grabbed it before the upstairs phone woke her.
"Hello?"
"Your time is winding down and so is the woman's. You ruined my life, now I will ruin yours."
"Who is this?"
"You know very well who it is. Hammond's voice print confirmed who I am and now I'm waiting for you so I can give you a dose of your own medicine."
"Grimes, you brought all this on yourself. You knew the rules, but chose to abuse my hospitality. You forced my hand."
"You and your fuck club. The great Simon Anderson has to go to his own brothel to find a wife and I bet she's not that good."
"I would stop now before this goes any further."
"Hit a nerve, did I?"
"Grimes, I'm warning you. Stay away from my wife..."
"Or you'll do what? Throw me out again. I don't think so. You're fair game, Anderson, and you messed with the wrong man. I will bury you."
"You'll try but from what I hear, your star is going to crash, though not soon enough for some people's taste."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, stating a fact. You've stepped on too many toes and hurt too many people to get where you are. You have a long line of enemies waiting to take you down."
"Bullshit. They're all jealous."
"Think what you want, you arrogant self-serving bastard. I'm giving you one final warning. Stay out of my club and away from my wife."
Simon's skin crawled when he heard Grimes’ sadistic laughter. He hung up, waited a few minutes, and called Trevor.
"Hammond."
"Trevor, if you don't stop him, I will!"
* * * *
He took the tea up to her. Fortunately, the phone hadn't bothered her. His terror abated when he saw her peacefully sleeping, beauty personified. His wife, the love of his life and the mother of his child—what more could he ask for? A life without the worry of someone wanting to exact revenge against him through her for one thing. What if Grimes finds out about the baby?
He placed the tray on the bedside table and gently roused her with a kiss. She stirred and automatically wanted to curl into him, her usual reaction to his touch. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her again, only this time, he did something a little different.
Simon feathered kisses along her face to her neck. He laved her skin below her ear, then worked his way down to her shoulder. He wanted to make lazy love without the lifestyle involved. Simple love. He wanted to take it easy with his pregnant wife, she deserved it. As he reached her shoulder, her body turned towards his touch, Charlotte's back arched to give him access to her breasts.
"No, my love. I want you to relax while I love you."
"What's wrong, Simon?” she asked as she put her hand to his face.
"We've been in overdrive and now you're carrying my child. I want you to take it easy, because I'm afraid we can hurt the both of you."
"Simon, I won't break. Our love created this little wonder and it will endure what you and I do when we make love. I want you to do what you want to me. I am your slave, aren't I?"
"Yes, but..."
"My master created this at my plea. I want you to love me without reservation, without hesitation. If there is any problem, I'm sure a doctor will advise us on what to do. It's still early."
"But you were so..."
"Morning sickness is normal. My desire for my husband to fuck me is normal, too."
"Charlotte..."
"Simon, pregnancy brings on cravings. Right now, I'm craving you and our special type of lovemaking. Please, master..."
"How can I refuse you? I love you, Charl
otte Anderson."
"Then, please, fuck me. Drive me over the edge and don't hold back. I want you, Simon."
Simon groaned. His hand squeezed her breast as his lips took her other one in his mouth and suckled it. His fingertips pinched her nipple as his teeth matched it on the other hardened bud. She arched to him and pulled him closer as she held his head to her breast. His tongue played with the nipple ring and sent tremors through her.
"Please, Simon..."
Simon moved from the bed and removed his silk boxers. She smiled when she saw his swollen cock and couldn't wait to suck him. He straddled her but not as he usually did so she could take him. His legs hugged her sides as his cock rested in between her breasts, throbbing for release. He took her breasts and held him, then began rubbing them along his shaft. As he neared the edge, his legs squeezed her body. Her hand found his balls and held them before she rubbed them. His pace quickened.
Simon cried out when he exploded over her breasts. She caught some of his cum on the tip of her tongue and wanted more. She continued her attention to his sac until he had come completely. While he held himself between her breasts, his thumbs played with her nipples, then gently tugged on the nipple rings. She cried out and begged him for more.
He had her pinned beneath him and didn't want to release her. He liked the feel of her body between his legs, the softness of her breasts, and the sight of her reaction as it passed over her face.
"How did my slave like my coming on her gorgeous tits?"
"You're so damned hot,” she told him as she trailed her fingertip through his cum and licked her fingertip. This one small move seduced him all over. He moved off her and pulled her towards the end of the bed. He spread her legs, then her labia and blew over her sensitive skin. She reeled at this as her body quivered. He buried his face between the folds and lapped at her, drinking in her essence as she drowned him in her delicious cream. He savored the taste of her and made a silent vow to never fail her.
He looked up the length of her body, past her breasts to her beautiful face. He noticed her hands clenching the sheets as she enjoyed this. He kept up his siege as his hands moved to her nipples and taunted them. He'd brush across her hardened nipples, then tug on the nipple ring. Each time, she cried out and begged for more.
Slowly, he withdrew his tongue from her pussy and moved back up her body. He smelled his brand on her and smiled. His cock found her entry and as he teased her core, he gazed at her.
"Charlotte, look at me. I'm going to fuck your cunt until you scream and beg for more and then I'm going to keep doing it until you can't take anymore. You are mine, woman, and I will have you. You wear my collar and I own you. If you want me to stop, say so now."
"Simon, use me. I am yours and I welcome you with open arms. Please, do it and don't hold back. I want you to impale me with your cock and never stop. I need you to use me, torture me, do whatever..."
Her hands went to his back and pulled him closer.
"Then get ready for the ride of your life, wife, as I intend to brand you for eternity."
Simon drove his cock deep within her and held still as it swelled inside her. He felt her body clamp down on him with no mercy as she welcomed his shaft. He began slow torture by thrusting in and out in an even pace while he played with her nipples. Lust took over and drove him to fierce and brutal passion as he pounded her body. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close as she locked her ankles together behind him.
He slid his hands under her back and, without losing a beat, he sat her on his lap. He pulled back to look in her face.
"I want to see your tits bounce as I come."
"Yes, yes..."
With the remaining bits of her sanity, she trailed her fingertips through his earlier release, then licked them off. The sight of this excited him more as he helped her move on him. He watched as her tits danced in front of his eyes and groaned. He felt the edge and grabbed her by a handful of hair, then pulled her face to his. He gazed into her eyes, then kissed her hard. His tongue kept pace with his cock as he fucked her in both spots.
She wanted to scream, but his mouth covering hers gagged her and all she could do was whimper. He groaned as he exploded into her. He drew back from her, her eyes hazy in erotic bliss.
"If you weren't already pregnant, you would be now."
She fell against him.
"Mine,” she whispered against his neck.
"Mine,” he stated, “now and forever."
Chapter 7
The next day, Charlotte woke to find Simon's side of the bed empty. A red rose and a note lay across his pillow.
Your dress is on the bench at the end of the bed. Wear nothing else and meet me downstairs.
I love you,
S
She slid from their bed and went to the bathroom. She smiled when she found another surprise waiting for her with a note.
To ease your mind, my love—S
She picked up the pregnancy test and took it. She set it aside as she took a shower. The previous night's sex left her aching in many ways. Simon had never made love to her the way he had in the last several hours, but it didn't matter because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She looked in the mirror and saw the rosy color from the flogging had all but disappeared. She knew from her research that an expert flogger could do it as Simon had and not leave hideous welts or scars like some of the more uncaring or inexperienced floggers could.
The warmth of the water running over her soothed her as she washed the remnants of his release from her breasts. Her muscles relaxed from the heat as she languished under the soothing shower spray.
When she came out of the shower, she wrapped an oversized towel around her body and checked the tester. Positive was the result. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she wouldn't have been able to handle a negative answer. She wanted this baby, a part of Simon and her, more than anything, save her husband. She walked out to the bed, dropped the towel, and placed the test results to the side.
She picked up the lavender silk dress and let it slide over her body. Her body reacted to its touch and she felt the dampness between her legs as her nipples pushed against the soft fabric. Charlotte smiled, loving Simon even more. As sure as she was in business, she needed him in private. He knew what she craved and what was best for her. The perfect Dom, he anticipated her every need while she wanted for nothing. She loved his world more and more each moment.
Charlotte went downstairs to find her husband. He called to her and she followed his voice to one of the terraces where he had breakfast set out and waiting for her.
"You look ravishing, my love. That color is good for you."
"Thank you, master. The tester..."
He looked at it and grinned before he picked her up and spun her around.
"I love you, Charlotte Anderson, and I want the world to know."
* * * *
After breakfast, he led her outside to where a horse-drawn carriage waited. The happy couple got in and went for a ride to a huge building on the other side of the vineyards.
"This is the winery where all the grapes you saw before will eventually wind up."
"You make your own?"
"It's one of California's best."
"What else haven't you told me about yourself?"
"If I told you that, I wouldn't have anything left to surprise you with."
"You devil!"
He flashed a devilish grin and helped her from the carriage. Taking her hand, he led her inside a room where huge wooden casks held wine as it aged. They walked from there through the processing plant and then to the sorting room, where workers separated the bad grapes from the ones used in the final product. Charlotte looked around her in awe, her eyes wide with wonder.
"This is all yours?"
"No, it's all ours. Everything I own is legally yours. If anything happens to me, you and our children will never have to worry."
"Please, don't go there."
He smiled, then kissed he
r.
"I plan to be around for a long time. I do have a good reason, don't I?"
Simon led her into another room with long tables and many chairs. On one wall, she counted three huge cabinets filled with glasses. She looked at him, her questions in her eyes.
"This is the wine tasting room. We bring tours through here and the tourists sit and see if they can dazzle their friends with their newfound expertise."
Charlotte laughed at the thought of this. He led her to the side of the room and showed her a small, lighted panel. Simon entered a code and a light lit as she heard several locks engage. He flicked another switch and drapes crossed in front of the windows facing the winery. He lowered the lights, then walked around the room lighting candles.
He came back to her and put his hand to her face.
"We're safe here. No one will bother us unless the place is on fire."
She pressed her face to his hand and looked at him.
Simon drew her close and into a deeply passionate kiss. She felt him as he untied the ribbons holding her dress together. He let it slip to the floor and pool at her feet. His hand went to her stomach, her hand on his.
"I love you, Charlotte. You taste better and sweeter than any fine wine this winery or any other can produce."
"Simon, I love you and I want you. Please..."
Simon picked her up and stretched her out on the long table. He picked her dress up and folded it so she would have a pillow to rest her head on. He turned to the buffet and pulled two glasses and a bottle of wine from it. He placed them on the table beside her, then retrieved a corkscrew from a drawer.
"This is our best year. It's a sweet wine, smooth bouquet. I think you'll like it."
"What is it?"
"Vin Charlotte."
"What?"
"Our latest creation. We needed a name before the orders for the labeling went in a couple days ago. I wanted to pay tribute to my gorgeous wife."
"You shouldn't have."
"Too late. I registered the name after I ordered the labels and laid out the publicity campaign."
"I have a wine named after me?"
"Yes."
She threw her arms around him and pulled him down to her. Her tongue explored his mouth as she kissed him. Their tongues danced with each other before Simon drew back.