Cardinal Sinner (Divine Domination Book 2)

by Megan Michaels

  Petr had never experienced this Eliska—the sexually charged woman driven toward her gratification. He liked the change, but it was a transformation nonetheless.

  “Oh God! Oh! Oh!” With her head thrown back and her mouth wide open, her shouts of ecstasy were astounding. Her nails burrowing into his muscular arms had him fighting the urge to scream like a little girl and propelled him into an ejaculation like he’d never had before.

  She screeched loudly, her body stiffening, her sex gripping him like a tight fist. He growled, shouting with his release, spurt after spurt of his seed filling her. It felt like the stars behind his eyes would never abate.

  Her hot cunt squeezed and milked him past the point of pleasure and he rose up on his arms, moaning against the pleasure pain her stricture was having on him. “Oh shit! Ow! Oh fuck!”

  Thankfully, his semi-erect cock eased out of her before he was forced to rip himself free in surrender. He rolled over, falling onto his back gasping for air, staring at the ceiling trying to center himself enough to speak.

  “Jesus, Petr! That was amazing!” He looked to find her still lying with her eyes closed and her chest heaving, her generous breasts wobbling with the movement.

  “No shit! Is this…do you think this is because of your pregnancy?”

  “I have no idea. I was hoping you’d know.”

  “Well, I’ll definitely be Googling this, trust me.” If this was his new girl for the next nine months, they’d be fucking like rabbits.

  He laid his head on her belly, wishing he could hear its heartbeat or feel a kick. He’d finally have baby, a child of his own. It seemed miraculous…and frightening.

  “Hi, baby,” he whispered to her belly. “I love you so much already and I’ll be spoiling you rotten, bambino.”

  “Italian?”

  “Well…you know, when in Rome.” He laughed. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

  “Will it bother you one way or another?”

  “No. If anything, I’m almost disappointed that you can’t have one of each, but I’ll be ecstatic with either.” He stroked the silky soft skin, swearing he could see a change in her body.

  She winced, shifting onto her hip. “I think there will be more than enough excitement with one baby.”

  “Your bottom is sore, ano?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her cheeks blushed with her embarrassment.

  Shaking his finger at her, he said, “You’ll never scare me like that again. Behaving is in your best interest—always. Pregnancy will not save your little ass. A bad girl—even the mother of my child—will be spanked until she cries, but I have to admit, I don’t like knowing my bambino will be hearing your sobs. It’s probably not good for him…or her.”

  “So pleading for mercy isn’t what worries you any longer? Only that the baby may hear?”

  “Of course! You’re a grown woman who can choose to be obedient, but my baby will be forced to endure your childish antics.” He winked at her, leaning into her belly, leaving a trail of kisses over her womb. “Don’t worry. You’re both Daddy’s cherished possessions.”

  Epilogue

  Petr came through the door, his arms loaded with bags and boxes. If his hair were white, she would have thought he was Santa dressed all in red.

  “Petr, what in the world did you buy?” She shut the door behind him, leaning up against it watching him gently unload each parcel to the floor. He beamed back at her, like a kid at a candy store.

  He’d been so attentive since they found out about the baby, which really wasn’t surprising since he catered to her need before the pregnancy as well, but it had increased ten fold. Now he wanted a daily account of what and when she’d eaten, how much water she’d consumed, and milk. Dear Lord, don’t get her going on his obsession with her drinking milk—whole milk—with every meal.

  Her work had suffered a bit with the constant emails and texting. She swore he didn’t go an hour a day without contacting her about one thing or another.

  Visiting her apartment had become routine—and almost daily. But being the devious Dom he was, he never had a set time for appearing, wanting to check that she was eating, resting, or going to bed at the right times. Safety and health were his main concerns, but she suspected that his desire for obedience over-rode everything.

  “Before I open these, where’s your water bottle? You have been drinking water, right?”

  “Jesus, Petr. You’re really beginning to drive me insane with this. I’m not a fucking seal, I don’t need that much water.”

  He raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger at her. “Don’t take that attitude with me, missy!” He pivoted looking for her pink container. Spotting it, he stalked over, eyeballing the water level. Of course, he had purchased a bottle that had the measurements marked on the side, thus making the calculations that much easier. He stared up at the ceiling, doing the math. “Good girl, you’re ahead on your intake. Now we can open your presents.”

  She rolled her eyes after he’d started to undo the boxes. He’d be the death of her at this rate. And to think she had been worried that he may not be involved or have an interest in her—or the baby. Cripes, his over-protectiveness was going to kill her.

  He opened the larger box, pulling out an adorable carousel mobile with colorful ponies and animals that projected cartoon scenes on the ceiling or wall. He displayed all sides of the box to her, explaining in great detail the various functions and safety details.

  “Petr, this baby is going to be so spoiled.” It concerned her in general as she wanted a well-behaved child who was gracious, expecting little in the way of presents and toys—at this rate, their child would be a whiny, sniveling child, greedy for everything.

  “No. Not spoiled. Loved. I will not tolerate an indulged and cosseted brat. Our child won’t need or want for anything, and will know beyond any doubt that he or she is loved. There’s a huge difference, Elinka.”

  “I guess.”

  “No guessing. I pamper and fuss over you too, but your behavior and disposition are held to a strict line. Yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  All right then. No more discussion of being spoiled. You will not deprive me of lavishing my baby.”

  With a renewed fervor, he tore open the bags and pulled out little yellow and white sleeper outfits.

  “They’re in a neutral color and the woman at the store said that getting outfits sized for a six or nine month old infant would be better because everyone buys newborn. Look, it has little yellow ducks on it.” He beamed at her.

  His smile was contagious and she found herself giggling with him. Soon, she’d have a beautiful baby in her arms filling the white, terry cloth one-piece outfit. It seemed so surreal. A baby, a dark haired little boy with a cleft in his chin like his father—The Cardinal. Or a fair skinned little girl with pale blonde peach fuzz for hair, with sparkling blue eyes. It didn’t matter to her at all…she’d be happy with either.

  “Hey. Are you okay?” Petr had stood, cocooning her in his arms.

  “Yes. I’m fine. We’re really having a baby, Petr.”

  “Yes. Are you feeling okay? Do you need to sit down? Or maybe sleep?” He tugged lightly on her arm, ready to drag her down the hall to their bedroom.

  “No. No, I’m fine. I want to see what you’ve bought.”

  He bent his knees a bit, looking her straight in the eyes, judging for himself that she was fine before laughing and diving right back into the white bags again.

  A long narrow…string. That’s what it looked like. Petr tore the plastic off the thing. Having never seen something like this before, she didn’t know how to react, and he grinned like a mischievous kid at her reaction.

  “It’s a pregnancy body pillow.”

  “But, it’s like a long string or a circle.” She pulled her lip between her teeth, so unsure about this huge pillow.

  And then in his long, flowing red robe, he laid on the floor, curving the pillow between his knees, weaving it behind him, then unde
r his head, and curving it toward his belly.

  “See!” He motioned with his hands around his midsection, showing that if it were bigger, it would overlap on the pillow. “This goes under your belly—the baby—and will help you sleep better at night. I hear it’s difficult as time goes on, sweetling. You’re only four months, but in the next couple months, it’ll be more difficult.”

  “You’re so sweet, Petr. Yes, I can see where this will help. I had a friend in college who talked about a body pillow.”

  “And I have another surprise too.” He dug through another bag, pulling out a box that showed a picture on the front of what was inside. “It’s so you can sleep on your stomach for a while.”

  “It looks like a swimming float.”

  He snapped his fingers toward her. “Yes! Exactly! I’ll blow it up and you’ll see it is. You lay on your tummy, putting the baby through the hole, and it can lie comfortably.” The large pink plastic wad now filled his lap as he pulled it apart before blowing air into the valve.

  “How are you so sensitive and kind? I don’t know how I became so lucky to meet you.” She teared up feeling more blessed than she had in a while. He didn’t answer. Instead, his face became red and his cheeks extended as he quickly filled it with air.

  Once it was inflated completely, he patted it gently before looking up at her sheepishly. “Don’t give me too much credit. I really bought this to help me spank you.”

  She blinked like a frog in a hail storm. “You did what?”

  “Well, you’re not the most well behaved woman, you must admit it.”

  Eliska rolled her eyes. Lord, she tolerated much more than most women she knew, but his narrow margin of what constituted appropriate and mannerly behavior was impossible to meet.

  “It is true, girl.” He pointed his finger at her again, his lips thinning in warning. “Anyway, I was in bed the other night thinking that it won’t be long before I’ll have to spank you standing, hands on a bar stool, or on your back with your legs up. Then it hit me. Someone must have invented a pillow to sleep on your stomach. And, as they say, the rest is history.” He waved his arm over the large pink plastic like he magically made it appear.

  “Am I supposed to thank you for buying me a spanking pillow?”

  “Well, it would be the nice and polite response, but I guess that’d be hoping for too much.”

  She frowned at him, not pleased with the sarcasm or the way her temper had been lately. He needed to be glad that she didn’t chuck something at him—something hard.

  “And that…that right there is why we need a spanking pillow.” He rose from the floor, grabbing both pillows and walking toward her room, he shouted over his shoulder. “Follow me, please.”

  Her heart hammered in her chest, wondering if she’d pushed him too far, but quickly following him to her room.

  “Are you worried, malý drak?” Unbuttoning his robe, quickly slipping the buttons through the openings before drawing it over his shoulders, carefully folding it over the back of a chair in her room, slipping the long undergarment off, and finally slipping his boxers over his erection, the hard, long length of him jutting from his body.

  “I was. But I think…because of that…” She nodded her head toward his cock. “I’m thinking my ass is safe.

  “You may want to rethink that, little girl.” He turned her around before unzipping her sundress, letting it slide down her body, puddling at her feet, leaving her standing in her white panties, and no bra. With Petr’s coaxing (or nagging), she’d ordered new bras, none of her old ones fitting since her breasts had grown so large.

  The cotton underwear brushed against her thighs, fluttering to the floor. She untangled her feet from the pile of cloth. Her belly had grown to the point that only sundresses were comfortable, and she needed to buy a few more to accommodate her girth. When you’re single and think about becoming pregnant, it becomes so romanticized. You think you’ll love carrying a child, your child, watching your belly expand with his or her growth, and although there are moments of those feelings, the majority of the time you worry that your belly is getting too big, that your breasts are too large. The body concept issues don’t disappear with pregnancy. They become exacerbated.

  She crossed her arms in front of herself, wanting to hide her body—desperately. Her tits, of course, were in the way—as they always were of late.

  His large, strong hands pried her hand and arms open, holding them away from her body. “This body is glorious…and in the middle of transformation, in the midst of a miracle. You do not hide a phenomenon. A vision of beauty…a masterpiece is to be on display. Remember that, girl.”

  His hand palmed her right breast. “Look at this areola. So large, turning a milk chocolate color. Is your milk in?”

  “I checked it out…and…they say with stimulation, milk can be produced.” She ran her hand through his dark hair watching him suckle, his sucking so strong that it pulled on her womb, her hips thrusting in response.

  “Are you serious?” His eyes widened in surprise, his mouth agape.

  “Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to deal with milk before the baby.”

  “Sweetie, I hate to be blunt, but I didn’t ask you. If you can make milk, I’ll be sucking on your big tits every night. I want to do this…and as fast as I can.” Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he loudly sucked and pulled on her nipple, her hips jerking in response.

  “So sexual. I love that you’re a wild animal. I had no idea pregnant women were like this. It’s a good secret, no?” He dipped his finger into her, immediately sliding along her g-spot, her head falling back, her eyes closing, while her thighs shook with her arousal.

  “Oh, Petr.”

  “I know, baby. Let me get your pillows set so I can fuck that hot cunt of yours.”

  Her juices pooled along the tight seam of her sex, and she watched him position two pillows in the center of the bed. Patting them, he turned to her. “Come. Climb up.”

  With both hands at her waist, he guided her onto the high bed, lying on her back, the pillows raising her pelvis up high. Petr tugged on her hips, bring her bottom right to the edge.

  “It won’t be long, girl, before we’re not able to do this position, but no worries, I’ve been researching alternatives.”

  She giggled. “Apparently the Pope needs to search your computer history or give you more work to do. Is this all you’re doing now at the Cardinal’s offices these days?”

  “Smart ass!” He smacked her bottom, the sting radiating across her backside.

  He slid down the bed, positioning himself between her legs, his mouth kissing her pussy, dipping his tongue in between the lips of her sex, pushing into her channel, circling and sliding along the slippery tissue.

  “Oh God!” She pressed her feet into the bed, her hips lifting and her womb clenching. Her arousal had been heightened all day, waiting for him, knowing he’d be here before bed. And although she was forbidden from using toys without his permission, she’d contemplated using one, had even taken it from the dresser, turning it on and resting it against her clit—only for a moment before guilt made her shut it off, tossing it aside.

  But she’d teetered on the edge most of the day, her nerves raw. Every time she moved or walked across the room, her labia slipped against each other, the juices slick between them. Crossing her legs allowed a brief rub against her clit, giving her a momentary relief, but if she continued to rub, her body would jerk, threatening to plummet over the crest. And she knew that Petr would be livid. He had a sense about these things, knew when she’d come during the day, and not only would she be spanked, but he’d edge her for hours, not allowing her to come, but keeping her right on the brink.

  She’d had that punishment before and swore the last time that she’d never allow herself to have an orgasm without permission again.

  His tongue expertly swirled, jabbing into her, gliding along the sensitive areas until her constantly writhing and swiveling hips stilled, her body spasming
with her release, along with a shout of ecstasy. Her body thrummed and quivered with the aftershocks.

  Before she’d recovered fully, his mouth captured hers, kissing her hard, the scent of her pussy on his lips coating hers. Their tongues warred and swirled, his cock jerking between their sweaty bodies.

  Hoisting himself up onto his arms, keeping his weight off her body, he impaled his cock into her, pushing hard until he was fully seated. The veins in his neck bulged, his teeth gritted, his pants and gasps for air increasing.

  Squeezing him in a vice-like hold, she moved her hips, her inner muscles tugging on his length.

  “Oh shit!” he growled, his eyes dark and intense, staring, it seemed, right through her, close to his ejaculation.

  Her body shook from the overload, her belly, thighs, and buttocks quivering with her clit throbbing until the sensitive nub ached with every brush of the wiry hair in his groin.

  It amazed her that every time could be this hot, this good, this…amazing. Digging her fingernails into his arms, clawing their way to his muscled back, she tugged on him, lifting her knees to draw him into her further, deeper, harsher…until…tumbling over the ledge, she screamed, her throat raw from her shouts.

  Immediately, his hot seed filled her, spurt after spurt, shooting into the depths of her sex, oozing from her. His body slammed and pistoned into her, grunting with every thrust, her sex squeezing, the walls of her sex battering him until he moaned uncomfortably, sighing with relief and loneliness when he slowly eased from her tight clutch.

  His sticky cock rested against her now dripping and sticky pouch. The two of them gasped with raspy, hoarse voices, spent from their escapade. Rolling off, he wasted no time leaning over to painfully yank on her breast, sucking the nipple tightly.

  “I’m going to be drinking from these breasts soon, girl.”

  “But, Petr! They’re for our baby, not you…right?”

  “Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong, Elinka. Daddy gets what he wants—always. And when it comes to his girl, and his baby, they will always be cared for, but don’t ever think that it will be at his expense. My needs will be met as well. Your body is made for my pleasure, you submit to my desires and commands…and our baby will be the recipient of your body, he or she will nourish from your body, but that same body is more than able to accommodate the needs of Daddy.” He focused on the other breast, drawing the tightly furled tip into his mouth, roughly plucking it.