by Amy Brent
“That’s a very—” she gasped, as he did that thing with his tongue again “—optimistic way to look at the world.”
“Optimism is the only way to see the world,” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket as he slithered down her body. “Hello, what have we here?”
He’d trained her to spread her legs and lie still, whenever she heard him say those words, and now, she could feel her body flush with glee as she waited for him to take her. Usually it would be with his hands first, stretching her even as her body clenched down on his fingers, but sometimes he’d surprise her with a vibrator and make her scream. But a minute, then two, passed, and he did nothing. “Do you want to use some toys?” she prompted. “Or would you like me to masturbate for you?”
“No,” he said, finally, pushing her legs together. “Neither. Just let me be with you for now. I want you to be fresh for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” she asked.
“Well, I think you’re finally ready for the weighted clamps.”
“For my nipples?”
“And your labia,” he added, and she squealed with delight. She blushed and bit her lip, trying to hide how delighted she was, that he finally thought that she was ready for the weights.
“I do love to please you,” she whispered.
Which was why, the next morning, she was shocked to find out that she was, indeed, pregnant. She’d never really tracked her periods—but it had been a long time since her last one and she didn’t exactly know when she should have had it, but then last week on her way back from MontCo, while picking up some facial cleaner and cotton wipes and more lip gloss, she suddenly realized that it had been a long time. She’d picked up a pregnancy test, but after she put it away she’d forgotten about it for a while, until this morning when she was making her list of things to shop for and checked her stash of tampons.
Even as the lines appeared she didn’t really believe this could happen, even though what she could remember of sex was hazy. She just remembered that getting pregnant was unlikely—and she’d always thought that Jack would have asked her to use birth control if he thought that it would be likely. But that was one conversation that they’d never had.
She took the day off to ponder how to tell Jack. He would probably be delighted, but she couldn’t be sure. They were happy together, weren’t they? Wasn’t that enough? So why introduce a baby into this whole thing? Babies changed things—she could get back into shape, sure, with enough time at the gym, but there were parts that never felt quite the same, and tits would never be as perky or bouncy as they were now. She thought about her mother—as petite and as trim as she was, there were parts that sagged, a pooch that didn’t go away. Would he still love her after that? And how would they handle sleepless nights, endless diaper changes? Would they be able to swing child care, especially since they were so far away from anywhere else? And how would she make the kid realize that normal women did not wait in the basement every night for their husbands to spank them and make them scream?
She did the only thing she could think of: she went home, to her parents’. Her mother was home but her father was not, which was fortunate because she didn’t think her father would handle the news very well at all. It wouldn’t be easy to tell her but Max needed to tell someone. Her mother sat her down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. Here goes. “I’m pregnant,” Max said, after a moment.
“You’re—what?”
Max just nodded. Her mother’s eyes went wide, watery with tears, and she broke out in a huge smile. “Oh, my sweet—I’m so happy for you—”
Max had never felt more relieved in her life. Her mother dabbed at her eyes and said, “I suppose that means you and Jack will be getting married soon?”
“That’s the thing,” Max said. “I don’t know if he’ll take kindly to the news. A kid changes everything.”
“Well, yes, of course,” her mother said. “But your father wouldn’t be the man he is today without you, Max. And believe it or not he does miss you—”
“He has a funny way of showing it,” Max muttered, recalling how her father had told her that Jack would beat her. Which was true enough. Just not in the way he thought—and she wasn’t about to give him any ideas.
“Well, a grandchild would be a wonderful thing,” her mother said. “Leave your dad to me. I promise, when the child is born, your father will be the best grandfather in the world.”
“He always did like to sneak me candy,” Max said, laughing.
“He misses you,” her mother said, softly. “Give him a chance, will you?”
“Jack didn’t beat his ex-wife,” Max said.
“I think he’s finally gotten to accepting that.”
By the time she left her parents’ place it was already getting late in the day. Jack would be home soon—and there was no way not to tell him about it. She wasn’t normally out this late—he would know something was up. Simple, direct—just say so, she thought. Like the way she’d told her mother—
Except her mother was her mother, and Jack was—she didn’t want to call him her boyfriend, because he was so much more than that. But neither were they married, and while she might have been all right with being his sub forever had she not been pregnant, things were going to change, whether she wanted it or not.
Jack’s car was already in the drive when she pulled up. She gulped. He’d wanted to try the weighted nipple clamps tonight—she’d finally earned them—but she wasn’t naked and waiting for him in the basement, which meant that he would be displeased—and that meant that he would get rough.
She saw him sitting in the living room, waiting for her, through the window—holding the cat o’ nine. As soon as she came in, he raised his eyes and with a single look, commanded that she strip naked, “Please, let me speak—”
He stood up and swatted at her legs with the cat. “What excuse could you possibly have for being late?” he demanded. “You know the rules, you know where you need to be, and you know the consequences of disobedience.”
“I know,” she said, feeling his eyes on her breasts as she shimmied out of her dress and panties. “But I swear, I have a good reason—”
“Hello, what have we here?” and when she looked into his eyes she saw that he expected her to obey, even now.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, as she laid down and spread her legs, closing her eyes against the tears that were welling up in her eyes, turning her face away because she knew he would whip her breasts. This wasn’t fair! She had something important to tell him and all he wanted to do was play his sex games—she could feel the cry starting in her chest—
He picked her up and held her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I had no idea—I mean, I’m so sorry I thought you’d actually go against me—is it real?”
She looked at him, now—his face had softened. He was happy, much to her surprise—so happy he was crying, even. “It is,” she said. “I found out just this morning. I had to see my mother, first—that’s where I’ve been—”
“Oh, I am so sorry,” he said holding her tightly as he rocked her back and forth—trying to quiet her cries even as he began sobbing with joy himself. “I—I thought you’d left me or that you were using me and now—I’m just—we should go on a trip—let’s go to Vegas and get married—”
She was crying, now, too—from relief. “If it’s a girl I’ve always liked the name Laila,” he said. “Nadia,” she said.
They laughed, both of them, together, now, and as he helped her to her feet she could feel his hands warm on her ass. “Lincoln if it’s a boy,” he said.
“I like that,” she said, splaying a hand over her belly.
“I never thought I’d be a father,” he murmured now, as they interlaced their fingers. “After my ex-wife left, I just—I never thought it would happen,” he said. “And now—oh, I can hardly wait to meet you,” he said, talking to her belly.
Strange, how one little line on a pregnancy test can mean so much, she
thought. How much hope could be contained in it, how much happiness and joy could be contained in that promise of new life. His hand pressed against her abdomen, now. “We’ll have to take good care of her,” he murmured.
Daddy’s Friend
Chapter One
Everything was so boring in the summer, so boring that it made Kate Dillinger want to scream. She shifted her weight in her bed, stretching her arms up high and glancing outside her window onto the balcony. She needed some excitement, something worthwhile. She was still lost and a bit turned on by the evening before, though she was hesitant to admit it to herself, much less Aaron.
Even now she could still see him, coming out of the pool, but this time he was naked, thinking she was out for the night. He had a woman over, which was rare all by itself. Kate stood crouched in the pool house, watching as the woman seemed to be in control at first. She kissed him, letting it deepen more and more until she found herself straddling him on the couch, her hands in his hair, kissing him, as he moved his hands up her back to pull her closer to him. They both kissed with abandon, seeking and searching the other for something more. Kate felt her own body reacting the scene unfolding in front of her. Aaron was her guardian, and he was certainly not an old man. She saw that he was fully erect, helping the woman as she knelt down taking him in her mouth. She felt the excitement rise as he put his hands in the woman’s hair, winding it up until he controlled her head, using her mouth to make him feel good. He moved his hands down her body, roughly and eagerly, caressing her in every spot she wanted. He stood then, lifting her easily and flipping her over on the chaise lounge where he had just been.
She was outside of herself, doing things that were completely outside of her comfort zone. This was not who she was and she loved it. She was deftly slipping her hands down into her panties, her eager fingers rubbing at the tiny nub there, stroking deftly as she watched Aaron push his massive rod into the woman on all fours. He hit her ass hard, the red tint could be seen even where Kate sat in the secluded room.
His hands were everywhere, and she felt heat red hot course through her young body. He was using that woman, pounding into her from behind and owning her in a way Kate had only seen in movies. He moved with sure thrusts, pumping madly into her quivering body, her cries could be heard loudly as he moved more and more.
He seemed to be touching her everywhere, his hands branding her body like fire. She was still moaning loudly when he stopped suddenly, standing up tall and erect, offering himself to her. Kate felt the pressure building as she pulled one of her rounded breasts out of her dress, pushing them together until she could just barely reach her own nipple with her pink tongue. She flicked at it wildly as she watched the woman move in front of him, and he pushed her back on the lounge once more.
He moved his fingers down lower, until he grazed the soft opening of her, gently pressing there causing her to moan loudly. He continued on, playing and seeking her until she was panting with desire, her body flushed and her womanhood ready for him.
He straddled her gently, pushing his length against her, seeking her opening where she eagerly gave herself to him once more. She looked up at him, pleading with him to take her and to own her. He was stretching her almost too much, but as he moved, her body learned to accommodate his girth. He held her legs apart wide and buried himself deep, grabbing the top of the chair and pumping into her groaning with each thrust.
His movements were sure and swift as she watched him push and pull into the woman’s body. She wanted more, much more and as she rose up to meet him thrust for thrust, he moved faster, harder and deeper. Kate felt herself climbing that familiar climb, seeking that pinnacle of desire. She moaned his name, as she crested that peak, Hearing and seeing the woman doing the same on the lounge, her body convulsing as she quivered beneath him. It was almost more than she could take and she yelled out to him. Kate smiled as she watched him shake slightly as well, as he pulled out just in time to cover her body beneath him with the proof of his desire.
Kate slipped off, out of the back of the pool house and into the front door, she made it upstairs and shed her clothes, her panties too wet to wear now. As she showered and got ready to crash, she was still shocked at her actions and how she had reacted to seeing Aaron with that woman. He was built like a stallion and she had never felt an orgasm like that in her life. It was strange how quickly life could change things.
Today started off like any other day, him getting ready for work, and her packing even more into her suitcase. She was ready to go and it couldn’t happen sooner for her. Some part of her was sad, wishing her parents were there to see her off, but they were gone and had been for years. She could remember them, especially her mother, who would sit by her side, holding her hand and comforting her whenever she needed it.
Even the night they died, she had been in denial, still sitting by the window waiting for them to return home. She had been 13 then, unruly and wild, and without a soul in the world to care for her. Aaron came the next day, his kind eyes, and gentleness was something she hadn’t had much of n her short years. She was left with no one and nowhere to go. He took her in, helping her to get settled in his house, and making sure she was able to go away to all of the best schools. He had literally saved her life.
After yesterday’s events she wasn’t sure if she could ever look at him again, not in the same light anyway. She knew she wanted him, in a way she had never wanted anyone in her 20 years. She had been waiting, saving herself for someone to love her. Of course, she had fun, pushing things to the limit, but ultimately she had saved herself for someone special. She had learned to please herself, getting what she needed, without asking anyone else.
Now, she was in a new situation, one she wasn’t sure she could get out of. Aaron had been there for her through everything, and to see him in this new light was a shock to her system, and it made her want more. She heard him shuffling around as he left for work and she went down to meet him for breakfast.
He was tall, and broad, his shoulders making him look far more menacing than he probably was. He was muscled, and well-built especially now that she had seen him completely naked. He took care of himself, his dark hair and goatee were just slightly tinged with gray, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed, something she had always loved about him.
Aaron had been her father’s best friend, and she had seen him off and on growing up until he had taken her in. She had never really looked at him like a man, until now. Seeing him through a woman’s eyes certainly gave her a new perspective, and she wanted to push the envelope even more. She was sure he only saw her as a child, as a guardian would someone they had taken in. There was little doubt in her mind that he didn’t see her as a woman.
She rounded the corner and he was there, giving her a quick glance and smiling at her.
“So I know you are set on moving away, and all that but I have something for you.” His eyes twinkled as he handed her an envelope. She took it from him delicately, smiling at him as well. He was always doing things for her, and she felt a rush of excitement as she read the letter inside.
“We are going on a road trip?” She smiled at him. It had been something the two of them had talked about for years, and finally they were going before she moved out to L.A.
“I thought it was about time.” He gave her a wink, and something deep down quivered at it.
“I am so ready, when do we leave?” She was already thinking about the closeness in the car.
“In the morning, pack and be ready tonight so it makes things easier.” He grabbed his things and was gone.
She stood there thinking about the next three days and what could happen. There was so much that could go right, or wrong. She smiled to herself as she went upstairs to pack.
Chapter Two
Packed everything was ready to go that night as he asked. She saw him give her a one over as she bounced down the stairs happily, her tight t-shirt was hugging her curves and her denim shorts were as well. She wasn’t a
small girl, in fact she was curvy, in all the right places, and she knew it. She had been fortunate enough to get signed to a modeling contract which only accepted her curves with a happy smile.
In some ways she was a pioneer, paving the way for women who didn’t fit into societies idea of the perfect woman. She had a mass of red hair, that was her signature thing. It spilled down her back in a mass of curls and she had deep blue eyes that most guys she had dated said were her best quality. She made her way into the kitchen, flinging her hair behind her shoulder and grabbing dinner from the side board.
She saw him arch an eyebrow in her direction, so it was clear he was aware of her. She decided to push the envelope a little over dinner. She leaned forward as they ate, doing her best to give him a perfect view of her cleavage, which he seemed to ignore at first. There was something about him, something that seemed off edge, and she used that to try again. She moved to pick up the dishes off the table to help and when she did she let her breast bump his arm.
There was an obvious moment that passed, though she didn’t want to focus on it, instead she kept going, though when she looked back he was blushing. She knew she affected him somehow and as she slid into bed that night she was once more plagued by images of him naked and pounding into the woman on the chaise lounge. She sighed as she stripped herself free of her nightgown, running her hands over her curvy body once more.
She could imagine him again, but this time it was her under him, feeling as he pushed into her hard, taking more and more as he went. She let her hands drift down, rubbing and touching herself. Her massive breasts were standing at attention on her chest, the peaked tips aching against the sheet. She pinched them gently, knowing she like how that felt and gently moved her hands farther and farther down her body. Soon she slipped on hand unto the wet heat of herself, at the junction of her thighs. She was surprised to feel the heat and wetness there, and the ache started down deep. She wanted to make it better, needed to and she rubbed the swollen nub she found there gently, moaning as she ached with the sweet clenching feeling it caused.