by Jamie Knight
Seth got a look on his face that told me he was thinking that he shouldn’t have said that. His position in my life was precarious enough without bringing up another girlfriend.
“Who’s Luna?” Stephanie asked.
“The girl I was seeing after Clara,” Seth said. “Long after… we’re talking years. Anyway, Clara took it badly and managed to basically poison her at a dinner party we all ended up at.”
“Oh!” I gasped.
“That’s terrible,” Stephanie agreed.
“I got a restraining order and haven’t seen her for years, except for when she came walking into my house the other day. Probably because she’s been in and out of prison and house arrest, for violating the restraining order I filed against her.”
“Sounds like a real charmer,” Stephanie snarked.
“When you first meet her, sure, then the crazy comes out,” Seth admitted. “She’s back in prison now, but we managed to have a heart-to-heart before the cops showed up. I think she’ll leave me alone now. Really. She has no choice. Because she has the ankle monitor and I can alert the cops when she comes near me. But I truly think she’s done coming near me. I’ll make sure she won’t ever come near you, Jonna— near us— that’s for sure.”
I looked to Stephanie, as I had since I was a little girl. She gave one quick nod, but that was enough for me.
“Will you still be mine?” Seth asked. “Not just, you know—”
He looked towards Stephanie and I nodded, as if to let him know it was okay to talk freely in front of her, so he continued.
“Not just as my pet,” he said. “But as my love, too. I want to claim you, body and soul, because you have claimed my heart.”
“Yes,” I said, trying not to cry. “Yes, I’ll be your love in addition to being your pet.”
“Good, because I have something else to ask you,” he said.
Even Stephanie let her mouth hang open in surprise as Seth got down on one knee, right there in front of the building, and pulled a small box from his pocket.
This time it was definitely ring-sized.
And then he opened it and a huge diamond sparkled up at me.
“Jonna Morris, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I answered, much more emphatically, the tears starting to flow.
I could hear Stephanie pull away as Seth got to his feet and kissed me tenderly, reminding me why I loved him. Not that I could ever forget.
“Shall we go up to my apartment and celebrate?” I asked, pulling my mask back into position.
“Lead the way.”
Holding his hand, fearing he might slip away— back into my dream— if I let go, we took the elevator up to my floor, leaving Seth’s motorcycle where it was parked. It wasn’t like they were checking, anyway. Everyone was inside because of the lockdown. And we would be too, in a few minutes.
Walking carefully down the hallway, so that no one would know we were out, neither of us really needing one of my nosy neighbors to place a call to the authorities about us, we made it safe and sound into my apartment.
I considered wine, even sitting on the couch and chatting more, though really, after two days of no contact, there was really one thing I was interested in doing with my recently reunited soulmate.
“Take me,” I told Seth, almost begging him.
My pussy was dripping wet and aching for his big cock to be inside it.
“Are you sure?”
He asked this as I was already topless and working on taking off my jeans.
Yeah, I was pretty fucking sure about feeling him inside me right about now.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, kicking my jeans, along with my panties away.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m so hard for you. My cock wants to plunge into your tight little pussy hole again, and I want to devour it, after running my hands up and down your gorgeous curves.”
I got the collar out of my purse and, stark naked, gave it to him to put back on me properly.
“You kept it,” he remarked, sounding surprised.
“Of course I did, master, because it was a gift from you. I didn’t feel right wearing it with you gone. Please, make me yours again.”
Taking me by the shoulders, Seth turned me away from him, so that I was facing in the other direction. He then stroked his hand lovingly down the length of my arm and took one of the hair elastics from around my wrist.
With gentle hands, and surprising skill, he put my hair up into an updo, giving him full access to my neck.
With the cool vinyl pressed against the front of my neck, Seth kissing my cheek over and over as fastened the tiny, silver buckle. I was marked as his once more.
My master scooped me into his arms, as he had done so often before, and carried me to the bed, setting me down near the edge. The warmth of his gentle hands gave me a tingle as he opened my legs.
“Fuck yeah, this is what I wanted,” he groaned. “This is what I didn’t want to give up.”
Seth took his time, kissing his way from my knee, all the way up my thigh, before finally ending up on my pussy. Nursing me tenderly before digging in with considerably more gusto, he started devouring my tender pussy until I was nearly screaming with pure pleasure, holding me by the wrists as I writhed. Then he slowed to a gentle lick on my vulva as I recovered after hitting my peak.
Adjusting his grip to one that was further up my arms, he pulled me down closer to the edge, until my ass was nearly hanging off of it, which was exactly where he wanted me. Meeting no resistance on my part, my master positioned my body just the way he liked.
My ankles were pressing down against his shoulders and my hands were braced over my head, giving him absolute control of the situation. He began stroking the beautiful head of his cock against my sensitive pussy lips, just to make sure I was ready to receive, my master a good and gentle one.
“Does your pussy want my cock?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “It wants it so bad.”
He eased his way inside, my pussy adjusting as I got used to being filled up so completely. His was the only cock I ever wanted. I would be with him or no one, for the rest of my life. That was all there was to it. Fortunately, I had no intention of ever being away from him again.
With an impeccable sense of timing, my beautiful master worked me just right, fucking me slow when I needed it, and hard as soon as I could handle it. He was repaying my trust in him with wonderful sex, filling me with more joy than I’d ever imagined possible.
And he filled me with something else that was unexpected. I had been so caught up in the moment and the ecstatic sensations coursing through my being that I didn’t immediately notice when Seth’s massive load flooded into my pussy.
We hadn’t really thought to use condoms, and I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.
I looked at him, a question in my eyes, and he simply smiled.
“I want to fill you with all of me,” he said. “And I want to put a baby in you.”
“Okay, master,” I told him, surprising myself by liking the idea.
“We are going to be together forever,” he said, planting gentle kisses on my cheeks, his cock still deep inside me, for good.
Chapter Twelve - Seth
Two Months Later
“You look like you’re feeling better, pet,” I remarked when I walked in the front door.
“Much better,” she confirmed.
My poor Jonna had woken up feeling awful, and had spent the morning puking like crazy.
Some of the lockdown restrictions had lifted now and the two of us were back to working in the office, albeit masked and socially distanced, but obviously today, she’d been in no shape to work.
I’d offered to stay home with her, but she knew I had a meeting today that had already been rescheduled twice. No matter how hard I’d fought her, she’d staunchly refused to let me stay, and I’ve quickly learned that when she wants to be, Jonna can
be even more stubborn than I was.
“Besides,” she’d insisted, “It’s not like there’s anything you can do other than stay here, watch me throw up, and possibly end up catching whatever this is yourself.”
I’d tried to argue, but she was having none of it. But that didn’t mean I was going to stay the whole day, so once that meeting was over, I’d headed back home.
But now, she’s looking much better. The color is back in her face, but it’s more than that. She’s wearing a smile and a sparkle in her eyes, rather than the look of nauseated misery of this morning.
She sprang to her feet upon seeing me and launched herself at me, so enthusiastically that she nearly toppled me over.
“Whoa! What’s going on?” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”
“How was your meeting?” she asked me.
“It was fine, but what’s up with you? You’re practically vibrating.”
And she was, palpable excitement rippling through her.
“Close your eyes,” she demanded.
I lifted an eyebrow and she pouted at me.
“Come on, just do it. Please?”
I sighed and closed my eyes.
“I thought I was the one who gave the orders around here, pet,” I teased her.
“Not right now you’re not, hush,” she replied, “and hold out your hand.”
Suspiciously, I did so, wondering what to expect.
I felt something touch my palm, but it was impossible to tell what— just something small and made of lightweight plastic.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open your eyes and see!” she exclaimed excitedly.
I obeyed her, looking down at the object.
It only took a second for me to process what the item was, and my heart started to pound.
“No,” I gasped.
My eyes went to the little window on the pregnancy test, where a bright pink plus sign was emblazoned, clear as day.
I looked at her, and she nodded.
“Yes!”
I threw my arms around her, the pregnancy test clattering to the floor, and whirled her around with a shout of delight. She squealed and clung to me, laughing. I covered her face in kisses, and then did the same to her cheeks, nose and forehead, until finally my lips met hers and flooded both of us with fire.
When we eventually broke the kiss, we were both panting, but her smile still glowed.
“So…you’re happy that I’m pregnant?” she asked with a giggle.
“More than you can possibly imagine, pet.”
“Even if it means we might have to postpone the wedding so that I’ll be able to fit into my dress?” she asked, wincing.
“Even then,” I assured her. “We could elope tomorrow or wait ten years to get married, Jonna, I don’t care. As long as you’re here with me, that’s all that matters.”
Her eyes welled with tears and they trickled down her cheeks.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, pet,” I said and then kissed her again.
That kiss was even hotter than the first, and soon Jonna was pressing herself against me and I could feel the need rising in her, not to mention the throbbing in my own pants.
I scooped her off her feet and carried her to our bedroom. We still used the playroom, too, but now didn’t feel like that kind of moment. I didn’t want to fuck my pet— I wanted to make love to my fiancée and the mother of my unborn child.
I set her gently on her feet and tugged at the waistband of her stretchy pair of lounge pants and marveled a little at the versatility of her beauty. She looked every bit as stunning in her lazy, comfortable, sick-day outfit as she did at her most dolled up.
Letting the pants and her panties puddle around her ankles, I tugged the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, letting it fall to the floor as well. She worked my belt with expert fingers and did away with my clothes just as hastily as I’d removed hers.
When I had her bare and ready, I swept her off her feet once more and lay her in the center of our bed, then spread her legs.
Her breath hitched in anticipation and I trailed a path of kisses down her body, pausing to pay special attention to her hardened nipples until her whimpers reached a desperate crescendo and I knew her pussy was aching for my undivided attention, which I was only too happy to give it.
I kissed my way down her belly, then over her mound until my mouth hovered over her damp slit. I pressed a kiss to her lower lips, teasing, and she gasped.
“Please, master…” she moaned.
I slipped my tongue between her folds, savoring her sweetness, and lapped at every inch until I made my way to her clit. When my tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, she gasped and moaned, gripping my hair.
I licked and sucked on that delicate little bud, relishing the pleasurable sounds she made with every stroke of my tongue.
Her thighs tightened around my face and her moans grew louder, so I upped the intensity, assaulting her clit with my mouth until she let out a wail of ecstasy and came on my tongue.
I lapped up every sweet drop of her juices eagerly, making her shudder and shake with aftershocks, until finally I straightened up and met her gaze.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting hard. I smirked and ran my tongue over my lips before leaning in and kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer.
When her legs coiled around my waist, I knew she was ready for round two, and I gripped the base of my cock to guide it into place. I dragged the head through her wet folds, teasing her, and she gazed up at me with pleading, needy eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate.
I loved our easy intimacy together now—how vulnerable she had learned to be with me, physically and emotionally.
“I want your cock inside me, master,” she replied instantly, her voice breathy and therefore a bit choppy. “Please.”
“Well, since my little pet asked so nicely…”
I rammed into her, and she threw her head back and howled in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Seth!” she shrieked, gripping me tightly.
I rocked my hips, pumping in and out of her slowly. As much as I wanted to just go to town and drive into her, I also wanted to drag this all out and make it last, so that I could savor every moment.
Jonna moved with me, her hips rolling like a tidal wave, bringing crests of pleasure with every motion.
No matter how many times I fucked her, no matter where, or what position, each time felt just as incredible as the first time had. If anything, the more we got to know each other, the better our sex became.
We’d learned to read each other’s bodies, and spent long nights awake talking about our deepest, darkest fantasies, pleased to find that we shared a number of them.
But even so, I realized that she was every fantasy I’d ever had, all rolled into one. And not just physically. The intimacy between us really did grow deeper every day, and she showed me just how much she was truly made for me.
And now, we were starting a family together.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much love.
It was overwhelming and even a little bit scary, but I knew there was no looking back.
And I didn’t want to.
I wanted to jump in with both feet to whatever our future together had in store.
“Fuck, Seth, I’m getting close,” she gasped suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “I’m gonna cum.”
I gripped her hips, keeping her in place and maintaining the pace until I felt her pussy walls tightening around me and she screamed as she came.
“Fuck yeah,” I told her. “Cum on my big cock. Your wet pussy feels so good wrapped around it.”
That added sensation put me over the edge, and I came, too, filling her with a hot load before I even knew what ha
d come over me.
Slowly, I sank down to the mattress beside her, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. Then I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her belly before laying my head down. She stroked my hair.
“So maybe instead of the Mozart, I’ll put some headphones with Autumn Corrosion over my belly,” she remarked absently.
“I’ll just give him a live show,” I assured her.
“Him?”
I looked up at her and shrugged.
“Or her. But I just have a feeling.”
“Me, too,” she admitted. “The second I saw that plus sign, something just hit me and told me that it was a boy.”
I grinned.
“Well, I think you’re on the right track, no matter what. We’ll make sure whoever our little one is has great taste in music.”
After all, without music, our lives never would have intertwined. It had always been my passion, but now, music had become my lifeblood. And Jonna was the heart pumping it through my veins.
Epilogue - Jonna
One Year Later
Seth and I married in late spring, with all the warmth and colors nature could provide. Restrictions had lifted even further now, so that we were able to have an outdoor, socially distant wedding, in which the wedding party and all our guests wore masks. We set up folding chairs in two even rows before a movable flower arch.
An unforeseen advantage to the venue was the number of guests it allowed for, especially considering the sheer number of the guests who were there. Seth seemed to invite every member of every band he’d ever signed.
My side of the aisle looked dinky by comparison. They earned their keep, however, by helping out with decorations, programs and favors. And Seth’s side was equally eager to shower us with a summer festival’s worth of performances planned for the reception, each of the bands housed in the rented bandstand.
I knew most of them by sight, though everyone was on their best behavior, with even the Metal bands opting for tuxedos. I wouldn’t have missed their performances for the world. I loved their music; plus, the image of a Metal band dressed like a philharmonic was just too funny to pass up.