His Secret Baby: A BDSM Revenge Wedding Romance

by Ashlee Price

“I’m readying you ups for some serious fucking. And you are going to like it, I guarantee it.” Jace kept on pushing and pushing until, unexpectedly, he stopped.

  “Come here, Mel.” It was Drew again, who, it seemed, had stripped himself of his clothing while Jace was plugging up my ass. I went over and sat down where he had indicated.

  “Now suck my cock.”

  I glanced in Jace’s direction, knowing he would be watching. His eyes were glazed by lust, and he was rubbing himself through the material of his jeans.

  I dipped my head, and took him into my mouth, licking his shaft from bottom to top, before hungrily sucking at him again, my head bobbing up and down while my one hand held him firmly at the base.

  My body was suddenly turned around so that I was on my knees, and Jace’s huge cock was rammed down my weeping cunt, hard, forcing my body forward with each thrust. I no longer had to bob my head to blow Drew’s dick; Jace’s movements was doing that for me. It ended in a deep throat penetration each time, with the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat.

  “Stop.”

  I looked up at Drew, wondering if he was serious, while Jace kept on fucking me from behind.

  “The stool.”

  I had no idea what Drew meant, but Jace disappeared, only to reappear a few minutes later with a strange stool, high at one end, low at the other. This he placed on a sturdy coffee table.

  “Bend over the stool, Mel.”

  Of course I did. My ass was now firmly up in the air and my body leaning forwards. Drew came around in front of me. “Now do it again.”

  I held my upper body up with my arms, and started working at his cock again, while Jace went to work on my pussy once more. It was a spit roast, I remember someone telling me once. They were spit-roasting me! A guy in front and one from behind. The thought was just a momentary flutter, to be replaced by trepidation when Jace stop fucking my cunt, and pulled out my plug. I didn’t have the chance to utter a word as my mouth was filled by Drew.

  The tip of Jace’s bulbous cock was at my ass, being pushed in by his weight, and not as gently as the invasion of the plug had been. I was aware of a burning, stretching sensation. I tried to squirm, but got a smart smack on the ass for my efforts.

  “Take it, Mel, take his cock. Think how it’s going to feel inside you, when he fucks your ass, imagine me in your cunt, imagine us taking you and making you ours. You want that, don’t you?”

  Fuck help me I did! I wanted him, them both at the same time. It was my ultimate fantasy, my ultimate dream, to be wanted and taken by two men. It has been a desire since my college days, but one that I had always felt guilty of, afraid of what society would know. But as the two kept saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and if no one was telling, I would be safe. Besides, my mother would never believe Drew anyway, she believed he was gay.

  Jace started moving inside me, slowly at first, pulling right out and plunging it right back in. The experience was amazing, my groans were those of delight and lust, all mixed together. My orgasm was building and I didn’t want it to end. Through my haze of want and need, I became aware of Drew, his penis in front of me, and I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, sucking on him, while Jace used my ass. I came unexpectedly, the shudders ripping through my body, while my scream was muffled by Drew’s cock. I lay over the strange stool, spent, and replete. However, it would seem the two of them were just getting started.

  Jace picked me up as if I was a sack of potatoes, effortlessly, although, to give him his due, he didn’t throw me over his shoulder, but went and sat down on the couch, plonked me in his lap, hoisted me up, and lowered my ass onto his dick. Holy hell, the feeling! He leant over backwards, and started all over again. Jace watched for a bit, and came over to join in on the action. He pushed his dick into my pussy, and there I was, plugged from the front and behind, by two stunning men with huge dicks, every girl’s wet dream fantasy come true. I was filled to the hilt, one part of me being in awe of my ability to take them both, the other part screaming mutely for them to fuck me senseless. They did not disappoint me.

  Drew, on his knees, started flexing his hips, driving into me, the motion enough to almost dislodge Jace. Jace pulled me down onto him firmly, and held me in place, allowing Drew to set the pace and the motion. My breasts were jiggling all over, much to Drew’s delight. His hands left my hips and grabbed my globes, and squeezed and massaged at them, the intermittent tugs on my nipples and the slight pain serving to add to my pleasure. Who knew a little pain could cause so much excitement in the recipient? Not me, let me assure you! My sexual encounters have all been decidedly…for want of a better word…vanilla, even the anal sex I once experimented with was nothing like I was experiencing now!

  My orgasm was rising, again, my moans, intensifying in frequency, enough to let them know. Drew allowed one of his hands to go down to my clit; the slick nub was begging to be rubbed. He worked at it with his thumb, rubbing it, the sensation of my ass and pussy being fucked together with my clit being given a good work over, pushed me over the edge, and I came, a huge, squirting orgasm that ripped a scream out of me, but they gave no quarter. They carried on, fucking my holes through my orgasm, pushing me to the edge again. Drew came first, a huge deluge of spunk rushing into me, tickling my womb, enough to drive me over the edge once more. It was as I hit my peak, that Jace came as well, his sperm shooting into my ass. I was exhausted, Drew laying over me, and both of us on Jace. It was a meat sandwich, and I was the filling.

  Drew was the first to come back to earth. He carried me into his shower, to be quickly followed by Jace, and the two of them cleaned me up. This was a good thing, because there was no way my wobbly legs could have kept me standing at that point.

  Afterwards, Jace held me up while Drew dried me off and picked me up, laying me gently in the center of his huge bed. I drifted off to sleep with a man on either side of me; safe, secure, and well looked after. I think it was the best sleep that I have ever had.

  ***

  The rest of the week sped by; too fast, in my opinion. I felt lethargic, well rested, confident in my sex appeal, and seriously well fucked. Drew’s limo dropped me off at the airport, and it was as if every male turned to look at me. I felt sexy. As the plane took off, I looked down at Vegas and smiled. I have had the time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for our next little encounter at Christmas, if Jace was able. If not, Drew promised, he would get us someone else to play house with. It would be strange not having Jace there, as I really like the guy, but Drew is in charge, and I like it that way. He would never get someone I wouldn’t like being a part of a fucking session. I smiled again. Whatever happened, Christmas would be another session to remember!

  ~THE END~

  Highlander’s Secret

  Harriet has made a grave mistake, giving into pleasure and letting Lord Damien have his way with her. He was going off to war, and in that moment, she offered herself as a way to always remember him. She didn’t think he was going to make it back from the fighting, and if she was never going to see him again, at least she would have that one night to remember for the rest of her life without him.

  Their one night of bliss has turned into a baby she is not supposed to be carrying. He hadn’t married her – couldn’t, because of her status – and Harriet has been sent away in shame for her indiscretions. Her parents won’t even have her in their house, and she is living far away with an older aunt who makes sure to remind her how foolish she has been.

  He doesn’t love you.

  He just used you for what he needed.

  That’s how men are, and Damien is no different.

  Harriet wants to believe that her aunt is wrong, that Damien will come and save her from her fate, but she doesn’t even know if the man she loves is still alive. As the baby grows in her stomach, her hope of being rescued gets smaller and dimmer.

  Is it all just hopeless?

  Chapter 1 – Harriet

  I was starting to feel the discomfort of
carrying a child. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy in some ways, but the physical parts of it were hard to contend with. It would have been easier if I was married and had a husband to help take care of me. But I was not that lucky and with each day, my stomach grew larger and the weight of it all was clearer to all involved.

  Now I was in the countryside, hiding my shame so that I could give my child away as soon as it was born, forgetting that it ever happened. That was what I was supposed to do, but as the days grew closer to when he or she would be in the world with me, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I had already grown attached, already loved the unborn child in my life. If not to have something to remember their father by, knowing I would never see him again and if I did, it wouldn’t matter. While my family was high up in the clan and my father had some authority, we were still not of royal blood as Damien had been.

  But I tried not to think about him, physically shaking my head loose of the thoughts. Why was I thinking about a man that I could not have? I could never have him and he was most likely dead after the last clash with the Samuel clan. I had heard there were many that died and there was a thought that I couldn’t shake off that he had been one of them.

  I stared out at the countryside and the cliffs to the west before I went back into the house I was sharing with a distant aunt. She gave me a disapproving look as I came to sit down and I was almost tempted to go back outside, despite the fact that the wind was whipping something fierce out there.

  “Come sit down child before you catch your death and neither one of you will survive.”

  I did as I was told, though I liked to think that it was just a suggestion instead of an order. In the end it didn’t matter. I was not welcome at my parent’s home until the child was out of me and gone. So for now, Aunt Lea was all there was and I had to watch myself with her. The older woman had a mean streak and something against my mother. I tried to stay out of it and stay out of her way as much as was humanly possible.

  “What do you seek out there child? Do you think that Lord Cross will come and rescue you?”

  I sighed and nodded my head that I had none of those fantasies in my head. I knew that I was alone and I didn’t need the old crow to remind me of the predicament that I had gotten myself into. It was my fault, even though he had honeyed words and a devilish smile, I should have said no. It was my duty to say no, but when he had touched me, I was sure that my mind had left the very head on my shoulders. I was lost in his kisses and that one night with him in a heat of passion, had changed the very course of my own life. Now I was left with a baby that I had to keep a secret and no one to help me. I was all alone. No one would marry me now, after I had disgraced myself.

  So to add insult to injury, my loving aunt decided it was a good time to rub it in. But I could say nothing, so I bit my tongue so hard sometimes that I was sure I was seconds away from tasting blood.

  “I know that he is not coming. I just like the fresh air outside.” And the quiet of the lack of her words, yet I didn’t share that little tidbit with her. She smiled at my frown, sure that I was beaten down sufficiently that she could go back to the tapestry that she was working on.

  “Yes, it is best to be realistic and not think about the notions of love or you being able to keep that bastard child that you are carrying.”

  I tried not to flinch from her words, but my hand went onto my stomach as if to ward my child from her harsh words. She noted the gesture and had a malicious smile on her face. “I only told your mother that I would keep you until the child is born. Without anywhere to go, how can you possibly expect to take care of it? No man will have you, not after all of this, so you might as well get it through your head. There is no happy ending for you, Harriet.”

  “You are right. I know you are, but it’s hard to imagine it. I feel so close to him and now that he is getting bigger and kicks all of the time, I don’t know. It’s just different.”

  She shook her head that it wasn’t different at all. “Don’t let your emotions get into it. I would have given anything to have had a child with my husband, but we were never blessed at the right time.”

  I waited for more, but she didn’t say anything else. I wondered then if that is why she looked at me that way. Was it because of a jealousy of my child? I knew that she didn’t like my mother, but it never occurred to me it could be something else as well. Maybe it was me that should be more cautious with what I say.

  “I am sorry to hear that. I guess I never really thought about why you didn’t have any. I must have thought that you just didn’t want children. Some people don’t.”

  She shook her head a little and I could see the bitterness in her face. “I was not good enough to be blessed with a child, no matter how much I prayed. And then my William died and I never tried to remarry. How could I, when I knew that I would never love again?”

  I didn’t know what to say. It gave me a lot of insight into what it was like in her mind, but I still didn’t know why those facts made her hate me and my mother so much. What did that have to do with my baby? I would have thought that she would want to help, to ease her own pain, but that didn’t seem to be the way she looked at it. Instead it seemed more like if she couldn’t have her baby and be happy, I wouldn’t be able to either.

  “You know, not everyone gets the happy ending that your mother got. She was lucky and Lord knows that no one thought her and your father would last, but she surprised us all when you came along and then your brother. Both little miracles.”

  She said it as if we were not little miracles, but mud on her shoe and I looked away. I don’t know why I let her get to me so. She was just bitter and at least I knew the reason why now.

  “I know that I won’t get my happy ending.” I wanted to assure her that I would be as unhappy as she was, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I was still trying to find a way for her to not send me away with my newborn, but it didn’t seem like anything I said or did was helping my cause. In a way, as my stomach grew, so did her hate for me. The knowledge of why didn’t stop the discomfort of the looks and the worry of what was to happen next.

  ***

  The next day I made sure to stay out as long as I possibly could. The weather was fair and it wasn’t too cold, so it was close to dark when I finally was greeted with her dark scowl. She looked at me as if I had done something wrong and I tried to ignore her. When she asked me where I had been and I told her, she was sure that I was going to get sick and surely die from my walks.

  “With such a light constitution, you really should take more care, Harriet.”

  I just agreed, as I always did and went up the stairs to my small room at the top. It was hot most of the time, but there was a small window that helped let the light in to make it less dark and uninviting. I sat down on the bed I was given when I moved in and sighed to myself. I was starting to realize that I had to make some sort of plan, though I knew that the options were limited for someone in my position.

  There was not much that could be done and in less than a month, I was going to have to make a decision. I knew what my heart wanted, but I tried to be realistic and it wasn’t hard with my aunt constantly reminding me of the impossibility of it all.

  I was determined not to let her thoughts get in the way of what I must do though. I was not going to give my baby away and if I was not able to come home, than that was okay. I knew that I would figure something out. I just wasn’t sure what yet. I did not have much of anything to my name and I was depending on my aunt at the moment for everything. I thought of what I had and what would fetch a price in the village. I had to do something and I told myself I would go the next day and sell the few heirlooms that I was given by my mother. I wouldn’t be much, but maybe enough for a time after my aunt made me leave.

  I looked out at the cliff side and wondered again if my life was ever going to get better. It seemed like anything I did made it worse and though I missed Damien and the way he had made me feel so special, I knew that I woul
d most likely never see the man again. I had to wonder to myself it was all worth it in the end and I wasn’t so sure that it was.

  Could all of this be worth the few moments of passion we shared?

  Chapter 2 – Damien

  I had finally gotten back into my town of birth when my duties were done. It had been a long summer and as it had closed, the fight with the English seemed to slacken and many of the Lords serving were sent back home. The clans were pushing back the English and there was no need for me then. All I could think about in all the time I was away was of Harriet. She had been on my mind constantly and I was sure that she would be there waiting for me.

  She had claimed that our relationship was impossible, but I failed to see the problem. We couldn’t get married because she was beneath me in status, but I had no obligations to get married. One day I would have to marry to produce an heir, but I had always imagined Harriet there with me. She may not be my wife or never would be, but she was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and her status was of no real consequence to me.

  I made my way to her father’s house, where she was undoubtedly still staying. She had told me that she would wait for me and I believed her. But as I drew nearer to the small, well-established home in Edinburgh, I had a sinking feeling in my gut that I just couldn’t shake.

  Knocking softly at first, there was no answer and I knocked a little louder on the wooden door and waited for an answer. Finally there was the sound of movement in the dwelling and I waited for the girl’s father to open the door.

  “I didn’t expect to see the likes of you again my lord.”

  Her father said my title as though it was unearned and I didn’t know why that had bothered me so much. The older man had always been more than pleased with my attention to his daughter. But it appeared that the fact that he was happy to see me had changed. Something had it changed to make him feel that way and I wondered what was. Did he know that I had defiled his daughter? That I had taken her when she had finally begged me to make her a woman?