Waiting on April

by Bella Settarra

  “Now you,” he whispered, pulling the pretty top over her head. There wasn’t time for fussing with buttons.

  She stood perfectly still while he quickly unfastened her little lacy bra and threw it onto the grass. Watching her face flush even more, he gently pulled down the soaking lace panties from her slender legs and he heard a sigh of relief escape her lips as the warm air wafted over her skin.

  “Kiss me,” he murmured, gesturing to his thick cock. He was longing to feel those soft, warm lips of hers around his heaving member again.

  She didn’t disappoint. Dropping instantly to her knees she held his thick cock in both hands and fed it into her welcoming mouth. He hissed as she grazed her teeth down its length, awakening nerve endings he never knew he had. He heard her slurp as his juices escaped, and she sucked him deliciously and drank down his pre cum as an aperitif.

  One of her hands trailed around to his ass and he felt her fingers dig into his flesh as her mouth settled into a steady rhythm around his cock. Her tongue lathed up and down the shaft, teasing his slit and lapping at the head. He felt himself jerk inside her hot cave and quickly pulled out. She was still licking her lips as he pushed her back toward the tree.

  “Your turn, darlin’.”

  Despite the way his cock ached for her attention, he knelt down before her and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. He held her by the hips, relishing her soft skin in his big hands. He stuck out his tongue and pointed it into her wet pussy, tasting her sweetness as he licked all the way into her and then slowly out again. He heard her gasp and felt her soft hands on his head and shoulder, gripping tight. Next he explored her soft petals, placing his tongue flat on her skin and stroking gently over her sensitive flesh. She jerked, grabbing a handful of his hair in her fist. The tightness on his head was delectable and spurred him on.

  “God, you’re beautiful, darlin’.” He whispered softly in between licking at her hot, wet flesh.

  She whimpered again and he felt his cock twitch. She was soaking now, and her juices dripped down his chin as he slurped and sucked at her soft folds. He turned up the tempo and lapped hurriedly all around and inside her gorgeous pussy. Her scent was becoming stronger and he held tight to her hips as he felt her whole body buck and her delicious pussy thrust forward into his mouth. She tensed up and he knew she was real close. A second later he swiped his tongue hard against her little nub, and she screamed as she yanked at his hair and dug her nails into his shoulder.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Give me all you’ve got.” He could feel her become even more turned on by his encouragement, as he murmured into her soft skin. He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked hard, causing her to shout out again, and he could feel her whole body trembling in his hands.

  “Oh God!” she yelled as she panted hard.

  He could taste her, smell her, feel her giving him her all. He felt on top of the world.

  “You’re mine,” he told her, “all mine.”

  “Yes! Yes!” she shrieked as he licked all the goodness from her body.

  He could sense she would have lost her balance had he not been holding her so firmly, so he gently lifted her up and placed her on her back in the soft, long grass.

  His aching cock dribbled down his leg as he carefully laid her down, and he towered over her body, holding his weight on his forearms. Her soft hands grabbed at his dick and placed it at her entrance. He didn’t need any more encouragement—he rammed it into her, making her cry out as his bulbous head hit her womb. His hunger overtook him and he watched her face contort as he thrust in and out of her, marking his territory, owning her body as well as her mind and soul.

  As his hard balls slapped heavily against her soft skin, his rock-hard dick continued its assailment in her hot canal.

  “You’re mine, darlin’. Say it!” His command was a little fiercer than he would have liked it, had he been in his right mind, but it didn’t matter.

  “Yes! Yes, I’m yours!” She screamed at him, her eyes staring wildly into his.

  “Don’t you ever forget it!” he hollered at her just as he felt her pussy tense around his heaving cock.

  Fire burned through his dick as his seed spurted into her. He thrust harder and harder, relishing her screams as she gripped his shoulders, squeezing all the feeling out of them.

  He could hear a roar, which must have been his own, and he screwed his eyes tightly shut, watching bright lights flash before him. Slowly he heard her breathing slow down and he realized his had done the same. He opened his eyes again to see her staring back at him. She looked more scared than ecstatic, and his heart lurched. Something was wrong.

  Placing his hands either side of her beautiful face, he searched her eyes for an answer. As he slid his cock from her body, he realized what the problem was. No condom!

  “Hey-oll!”

  She said nothing, but sat up as he moved off her.

  “Darlin’, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think…” He stood up slowly, reaching for their clothes.

  She took her underwear from him and quickly got dressed. Her jeans were on the other side of the tree, and she went over to fetch them as he put on his own clothes. His heart raced, and he could hear the blood rushing through his ears. His mind whirled. How in hell could he have forgotten something like that?

  He watched her slip on her shoes and then run a hand through her dark locks. The sight of those bruises on her otherwise perfect face wrenched his gut and his mouth tensed.

  “Darlin’, talk to me.”

  He took her by the arms and made her face him. She looked up, wide-eyed.

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “Say anything. Yell at me for being so stupid… I dunno…kick me for being such a dumbass. Just do something, dammit!”

  “You could have got me pregnant,” she said simply. “You obviously regret it and think you were a fool to do such a thing. I get it.” She shrugged.

  “So, what do we do? Get the morning-after pill?” He searched her face in utter confusion. He had no plan and no idea what to do next.

  “What for? To kill my baby, if there is a baby there? Is that what you want?” Her voice was small, but her eyes were defiant. He had never seen her so mad at him. This surely went beyond just the condom.

  “What do you want, darlin’? We’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me what you’re thinking.” He could feel his grip on her arms become tighter as frustration swept through him.

  She shrugged again. “Does it matter?”

  She tried to pull away from him, but he held her firm.

  “Of course it matters. Look, I think we just need to think about all this properly. We need some time to digest the implications. If it’s of any consolation, you know I’m clean. I’m totally up to date on all my check-ups and I haven’t even been with anyone but you for nearly a year anyhow.”

  “Good. So we haven’t given each other any STDs. That’s a great comfort, Steve. Thanks for that.”

  It wasn’t her flippant attitude that hurt the most. She had never called him “Steve” before. He had always been “Master Steve” or just “Sir.” This hit him in the gut, almost winding him. She must be truly pissed.

  “Now hold on a minute. I didn’t mean it like that, darlin’. I was just trying to make you feel a little better about the situation, give you one less thing to worry about, that’s all.” He knew this was coming out all wrong by the expression on her face.

  “That’s real kind of you. Thanks.” Her face was tense and her tone clipped.

  “Look, why don’t we get back to your place and talk this over properly? It’s getting late.”

  He ushered her back onto the footpath and they walked back to the car in silence. The water lapped at one side of them while the wind gently rustled the leaves in the reeds. It would have been a beautiful sight, with the sun just starting its descent, but Steve was in no mood to appreciate it. He was holding onto his girl, an arm around her shoulder, though she felt as stiff as a b
oard next to him. The elation of their lovemaking was long since forgotten, and he cursed himself for ruining it all. He should have been lying back in the late afternoon sun, holding her close while the gentle breeze soothed their satiated bodies. She would fall asleep on him as the grass tickled his naked body. It would have been perfect.

  He opened the passenger-door of his SUV and helped her in. She clearly didn’t want his help, but she was getting it anyway. Then he got in and revved the engine.

  “Look, I know you’re mad at me and you’ve every right to be. I messed up. In the heat of the moment, I forgot to wrap it and I apologize. We can talk about it though, and decide what to do. It’s not the end of the world, you know?” He tried to keep his voice soft and tender, but he could tell he wasn’t making any headway with her.

  “What do you mean talk about it? It happened. What’s to talk about?” She was speaking through clenched teeth.

  “Well, unless there’s something I don’t know about you, baby, you could get pregnant. Now I’m assuming that’s not quite what you had in mind at this stage in your life, so we need to think about what to do to make sure it doesn’t happen, right?”

  The look of horror on her face made his gut twist.

  Had he really got it all wrong? Did she like the idea of being pregnant? Would she really want to have his baby? Oh fuck!

  She turned her head and looked out of the side window. She didn’t want to face him. Shit! His head spun with the realization. He suddenly saw a vision of her in maternity clothes, looking big for a change. She would look gorgeous pregnant. And he would be there right beside her. Hell, they could even get married!

  He hadn’t thought of it before. Of course he loved the little sub, had done ever since he’d met her. He’d wanted her to be his all along—it was his greatest wish, but he never actually thought she would want it.

  Had he really hurt her that much? Had he really just suggested that if she was pregnant they should get rid of the baby? Hell, it was the last thing he wanted. He’d just assumed… Yeah, that was the trouble. He’d just assumed.

  He opened his mouth to share his revelation, but no words would come out. They drove to her house in silence. It was the first time in his life that he felt like a coward.

  * * *

  April was relieved when they finally got back to her little house.

  “I’m real tired. I might just take a nap for a while if you don’t mind?” She deliberately kept her tone curt in the hope that he’d take the hint—“I don’t want you around right now.”

  “Fine by me, darlin’. I might join you, actually. Looks like we used up more energy than we thought this afternoon.”

  He hadn’t taken the hint. He followed her up to the front door and waited patiently while she took out her key.

  “Don’t you have Dungeon Monitor duty tonight or something?” she asked, trying not to sound cruel, but also trying to get her message across.

  “No, I’m free as a bird tonight, baby. I’m all yours.”

  His words resonated around her head and she felt sick. That was what they had been saying just an hour or so ago when they made love on the riverbank. She thought he meant it. She meant it. Her heart had sung when he proclaimed that she was his. She thought it meant he cared about her, wanted her. How could she have been so stupid? Of course it was just careless words said in the throes of passion. It hadn’t meant a thing.

  “Don’t say that.” The words flew out of her mouth.

  He looked stunned.

  She locked the door behind them and left the key in the lock. With any luck she would be using it again real soon.

  He grabbed her arms, swinging her around to face him.

  “What do you mean?” He was staring at her and his voice was gruff.

  She had never seen him look so hurt before.

  “I mean you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.” Her heart panged and she wished he had meant it, all of it. It hadn’t been until he made her say those words “Yes. I’m yours” that she actually felt it deep inside her. It was what she wanted, what she craved. She wanted to belong to Master Steve Ratner. Maybe she loved him. It was certainly the closest she had ever come with anyone. And in that moment, the world had been perfect.

  “Who says I don’t mean it, darlin’?” His voice was rasping now, desperate almost.

  “Don’t play games with me, Steve. It’s not fair. I think you should leave now.” She turned back to the door, but he grabbed her around the waist.

  “Now hold on a minute, darlin’. You need to explain to me exactly what you mean. I ain’t going anywhere until I know what the heck’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

  “Get off me. You said I was yours before, but you didn’t mean it, that’s all. Now I want you to leave my house, please.” She was suddenly aware of tears streaming down her face as she fought to get out of his strong arms. Those warm, muscular arms that she usually loved to be wrapped in.

  “Of course I meant it. Why in hell would you think I didn’t mean it?” He sounded annoyed now. Annoyed and confused.

  She sighed and stopped struggling. Slowly she turned back to face him. He loosened his hold on her to allow her to move.

  “When we made…when we had sex you said I was yours. You obviously didn’t mean that.” She jutted out her chin in defiance, daring him to contradict her.

  He let go of her completely, holding his big hands up in surrender.

  “What did I say to make you think that, darlin’?” He frowned, his voice a little calmer now.

  “You know full well. I was yours up until the point that I could have been pregnant and then suddenly you didn’t want anything to do with me. You wanted me to get rid of the baby, if there is one.” She instinctively placed her hand on her stomach, suddenly imagining a little life growing inside it.

  “No. That wasn’t what I meant at all, darlin’.” He whispered as he took a step forward and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “I guess I just panicked when I realized I’d forgotten to use protection. I didn’t mean…”

  “It doesn’t matter. I use protection even if you don’t.” She spat the words out at him angrily. “I don’t forget to take my pill so you’ve got nothing to worry about, do you?”

  She shook his arms away furiously as the truth dawned on her. Of course she’d taken her contraceptive pill. She always did. There was no way she could be pregnant. Angrily she took her hand off her stomach, waving him off as she brushed past him and went into the living room.

  She was surprised at how disappointed she felt that she couldn’t be pregnant after all. For a few moments there she had actually liked the idea of having a baby—his baby.

  “Look, darlin’, why don’t we just calm down a little, huh? We had a bit of a shock, that’s all. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just didn’t think.”

  She was annoyed to see him slump onto her sofa, obviously expecting her to join him. He looked gorgeous though, his shirt half-undone and his muscles bulging from under his rolled-up sleeves. He looked concerned and she felt her heart lurch. After a moment’s hesitation she took her seat beside him. She felt his warm arm around her and she snuggled into his chest.

  “I’m real sorry, darlin’.” He whispered into her ear.

  She sighed. “It doesn’t matter. We both forgot about the condom. It was just so wonderful when we…”

  “We made love.” His voice sounded adamant and she knew it had got to him when she had called it “having sex” earlier.

  “…when we made love,” she conceded.

  He grunted. “Yes, it was beautiful. I’m just so sorry for the way it all ended. It shouldn’t have been like that. I guess I sort of panicked when I realized about the condom and my mouth ran a little faster than my brain. It does that sometimes.”

  He kissed her head and she felt a burn begin to smolder in her stomach. She really didn’t like being cross with him; she loved being with him. Now that she thought about it rationally, it wa
s really something of nothing. She couldn’t have gotten pregnant and she knew she didn’t have to worry about catching anything off him—all the Doms and subs at Collar and Cuffs had regular checks in that department. It just made her feel so disconnected from him…

  She lay with her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic pumping of his heart.

  “I’m sorry too,” she told him, “I overreacted. It wasn’t a big deal.”

  He tilted her head up and took her lips in a lingering kiss. The fire in her stomach grew hotter and she put her arms around his neck. It felt right to be in his strong arms. She felt safe here, secure. Master Steve was a wonderful protector and she knew he felt the need to look after her. That’s why he had insisted on teaching her all those self-defense moves: to keep her safe.

  She cursed herself for getting into this mess with Preston though. Had she been thinking straight she should have just refused to allow him into her house in the first place. She should have just shut the door on him and made him leave. Then she wouldn’t have had that horrid scene in the diner, and that Trammell-guy wouldn’t have come around and hit her. Why the hell didn’t she see that coming? She let him into her home, for goodness’ sake. Self-defense had been the last thing on her mind when he had hit her. It had been such a shock.

  “What’s up?”

  She must have sighed more heavily than she thought, as Master Steve was now frowning at her, studying her face.

  “Just thinking how stupid I am.” She shrugged.

  “Stupid? How come?” He looked a little hurt and she wondered if he thought she meant that she was stupid for being with him. No way!

  “Just for being so dramatic earlier,” she said, staring at his hair instead of his eyes.

  “Aha.” He nodded. She wasn’t sure whether he believed her or if he guessed she was actually thinking about something else, but she wasn’t about to put him straight.

  “What time are you working, darlin’?” He glanced at his watch and April jerked up in horror.