She tilted her head to the side and let out a soft mewling noise, driving Jayden to attack her neck with more fervor. When her mewls turned into whimpers, he abandoned the tasty spot on her neck, which was now marked, and trailed his tongue back down to her cleavage. Using his nose to nudge the fabric off her right breast, he then dragged his tongue across her skin, not quite touching the flesh, until he reached her hardened peak. He swirled his tongue around it, working from the outer edge of her areolae inward until he could suck her nipple, drawing it out and feeling it grow and harden further in his mouth, until at last he moved his lips from her flesh to the metal rings he was about to remove. Jayden captured one with his teeth and tugged on it.
Catherine cried out in pleasure.
Moving to her left breast, Jayden treated it to the same attentions the right had received until he pulled another cry from her. Satisfied that she was thoroughly worked up, he freed their hands from each other, using one to push the top back away from her chest as much as he could within the constraints of the Cross, while the other he slipped into her pussy, delighting in the way his hand became soaked while he stroked her.
Jayden knelt on the ground before her then looked up the length of her body to where she watched him with an intense gaze. “I’m thirsty, Catherine, and I want to drink from you.” He bestowed on her a wicked grin before bringing his tongue to her dampened folds. “Let me hear you, jewel.” Being gentle, he pushed two fingers just inside of her, to the second knuckle, and ran his tongue through her honeyed goodness in search of her clit.
Catherine did not disappoint. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her with shallow thrusts timed with his tongue flicking over her clit, she whimpered and moaned with abandon. Jayden teased her slick flesh, alternating the tiny laps of his tongue with the gentle grazing of his teeth until he could sense she was on the edge.
Easing his coated fingers from her pussy, Jayden trailed them back toward her waiting rosebud. He kept licking and teasing her clit and pushed one finger into her backside, working up to getting two fingers inside of her . . . stretching her, preparing her for what was coming.
Her moans turned into a high pitched keening interlaced with heavy pants while her orgasm built within, surging towards a crescendo that Jayden knew was going to be epic.
Once both fingers were seated in her, he took his mouth away. Pumping his fingers in and out, the Dom commanded her. “Let it go, Catherine. Squirt for your Master and quench my thirst.”
Jayden opened his mouth, hovering above her pussy waiting for the rush of hot liquid that spurted out of her in pulses moments later. He drank down all she gave him like a parched man in the desert who has found an oasis. Reveling in the flavor of the tangy elixir, his cock awoke again.
When she was done, he slipped his fingers from her ass then grinned up at her. “Mm, thank you, Catherine. That was delicious, pet.” He stood and went to retrieve a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. Jayden opened it and took a few swallows, then brought it to her lips, encouraging her to drink. He’d also grabbed a clean cloth, which he now poured a little water into before swiping it across her forehead and across the back of her neck. “How are you doing, sweet girl?”
Her body shuddered, an aftershock rocking it. “Your girl is so fucking green, Master,” she almost growled at him.
“You would like to continue, then?” Under normal circumstances, he would’ve been satisfied with her saying it once, but he needed to be sure without a shadow of a doubt that she was not feeling any negative side effects from what they had done thus far. “Our time has been amazing and satisfying for both of us. I will not be upset or disappointed if we need to stop now,” he added.
“No, Sir, please don’t stop yet. Your girl promises she is green and she would like to continue,” Catherine reiterated with resolve.
Would she ever cease to amaze him? He didn’t think she ever could.
“Very well, my pet.” He set the water and cloth down, then moved his hands to her breasts. “I’m going to remove your piercings, Catherine. We know they have to come out soon anyway, and I’m sure your nipples are extra-sensitive at this point. I don’t want to push you too much with our new toy tonight.”
While Jayden worked the metal free, taking care to roll her nipples between his fingers once the piercings were out, Catherine closed her eyes and sighed. Knowing her fondness for bondage, he then retrieved the black silk rope he’d brought over earlier and showed it to her, quirking his eyebrow to silently ask if she wanted it.
She bit her lower lip and nodded enthusiastically, causing Jayden to laugh at the innocence of her gesture. “Always so eager to please, aren’t you, my naughty girl?” He began looping the rope around her.
The bondage started with a loose loop around her neck, so the knot settled between her breasts with no chance of choking her. With practiced skill, he wove the rope around her. When he finished, her breasts were bound at the base, her beautiful belly was framed on the sides, and the rope was threaded between her legs where it would provide friction to her now extra-sensitive pussy, before wrapping down around each of her legs.
Jayden knelt down and retrieved the other two items he had waiting. “Before I blindfold you, Catherine, I want to show you the special impact toy I purchased for tonight.” He showed her the flogger with its red leather-wrapped handle. Plenty of black leather tassels bloomed out from the handle, each one tipped with a red satin rose bud.
“Oh, Master.” She gulped in a deep breath. “It’s beautiful, but . . . yellow.”
“But what, Catherine? Please tell me what concerns you.”
“The babies, Master. Because of the babies your girl is unsure about the use of a flogger at this time,” she explained.
“Oh, my precious pet. Do you think I would do anything to hurt them?”
She shook her head.
“Trust, Catherine. It is crucial in this aspect of our relationship, remember?”
Nodding, she answered, “Aye, Master. Your girl just wanted to be sure.”
“Good girl. Just to ease your mind, I do not plan on striking your stomach area. Your thighs and your breasts will be my playground.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Now, close your eyes for me, pet. I am taking away your sight so that you may feel.”
She did as instructed, and he wrapped the black satin sash around her eyes, placing a kiss upon her lips when he tied it off. Settling his grip on the handle, he swatted the flogger against his own thighs a couple of times to get a feel for how it landed and to let her hear it.
Then he started low on her calves. Jayden let her get used to the sensation before he moved up to her thighs, working them until the skin that peeked out between the cords of rope turned a rosy pink. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on Jayden, and his cock was leaking. He had missed this.
Taunting, he dragged the rosebuds over the swell of her stomach, letting them tickle her. Jayden continued the light teasing over her breasts and nipples before pulling his arm back to work them over like he’d done her thighs. He used controlled swings, each one landing exactly where he wanted it to, with just the right amount of force.
After about fifteen lashes, Jayden stopped to assess her skin. Catherine’s nipples could have cut glass they’d gotten so hard, and her breasts matched her thighs with their rosy hue. Her lips were parted while she breathed in heavy pants, and Jayden was done with the flogging and ready to move on.
Wrapping his thumb and forefingers around each of her nipples, he pinched and rolled them while he spoke to her. “Did you enjoy that, Catherine?”
“Very much, Master. Your girl had forgotten how good you were at bringing her body to life. Thank you.”
“Thank you for being so perfect for me, my jewel. Are we still green? Can you handle more?”
“Aye, Master.”
“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her mouth and moved to release her from the cuffs after taking off her blindfold. He m
assaged her wrists where the cuffs had rubbed, easing the ache from them. “Are you ready to get off of your feet now?”
She nodded, still blinking while her eyes adjusted.
Jayden took her hand and led her to the corner of the playroom he’d kept in the dark until he was ready to reveal the other surprise he’d purchased. Keeping the light for the area off for the moment, he guided her onto the tantric chair. Though Catherine was on her back, because of the chair’s contours she was not flat, and therefore pressure was alleviated.
The Dom retrieved another of the velvety roses and an egg vibrator. In the dark, he teased her with the rose, similar to how he had upstairs at the dinner table, only this time he let the petals caress all of her. Catherine’s cheeks, her shoulders, breasts and nipples, and then down her arms—he spared no part of her. When he swirled it over her belly, one the babies kicked, making the rose bounce up off her stomach. She let out a soft giggle that he could never reprimand her for.
Jayden even lavished the skin of her legs with the rose, ensuring he had covered every exposed inch of her. Knowing she would still be dripping, he pushed the egg into her with no warning, earning a throaty moan from her at the intrusion. He switched it on low and set to work, starting with turning a low light on above her.
Catherine emitted the sweetest whimper of alarm when he pulled the straps up around her, making sure she was secure before activating the pulley system. At first her mouth popped open in a surprised O, but it then she got a hungry look on her face when she realized she’d been mounted into a swing.
At Dr. Ellison’s suggestion, Jayden had gotten one with additional support straps, testing it for weight by hopping into it himself when he first rigged it up. At seven months pregnant, his jewel still weighed less than he did. If the swing could hold him, then it would hold her.
Once he’d elevated her, Jayden nudged the tantric chair to the side and gave the swing a gentle push, allowing her to adjust to the floaty swaying sensation for a minute before wrapping his hands under her thighs and guiding her back to him. With the vibrator humming away inside her pussy, Jayden lined his cock up with her asshole and began inching his way inside her tight passage. Lube was not an issue due to the copious amount of her juices dripping out of her and running down her crack—they had plenty of natural lubrication.
If there was a part of their playtime that they both always enjoyed more than anything, it was anal sex. Tonight was no different. As he pushed and pulled her body with the aid of the swing, the room filled with the sounds of their low curses, rough grunts, and heavy panting.
“Please, Master.” The longing seeped out with her pleading and ignited things inside him—dark, lustful things.
“Please what, Catherine? Tell me what you need.” He snarled and pushed into her again, just to lose the feeling of the warm constriction when the momentum of the swing slid her back off of his cock. Again, he buried into her.
“Please may your girl come, Sir . . . please!” she cried out while her legs began to shake in his hold.
It was too much, and as Jayden’s balls drew up tight, his lower belly started tingling with his approaching release. He held off answering her for two more passes up and down his cock before he granted permission.
“Come with me. Now, Catherine.”
For the second time that night, she erupted in a fountain of hot spray, that time coating his torso while he emptied everything he had deep within her backside.
When he could stand up straight and breathe in a normal fashion again, he extracted his softened cock from her depths, then lowered her back down. Using a tender touch, he removed the egg and got her out of the swing. With extreme care, Jayden took to unwrapping the rope from her limbs, but he became annoyed with himself when he saw the deep impressions left on her waterlogged skin.
He needed to get her circulation moving again, so he had her get back on the tantric chair while he ran to the supply cupboard for some massage oil. Taking his time, he started at her feet and worked up the front of her body. When her front side was done, he then guided her onto first her right side, then her left, so he could get her back. By the time he had massaged all of her, his jewel had dozed off.
Jayden hated to wake her, but he couldn’t leave her there. “Catherine,” he murmured and gave her a sympathetic shake. It took saying her name three times before her green eyes blinked open and she yawned while glancing around.
“Mm . . . It wasn’t a dream.” A lazy smile matched her words, bringing a chuckle from Jayden while he offered her his hand.
“No, sweet girl, it was not. Let’s get you washed and into bed. You’ve certainly earned a good rest.” He sighed deep, knowing their scene had ended and it would be months again before they could return to this room. But he knew that when they did return, their parental status would be behind the delay, and that made it alright.
Sliding his hands behind her neck, Jayden freed the clasp on her collar. “Your servitude has been surreal, Catherine.”
She looked at him with grateful appreciation. “To serve you has been divine, Master.”
Jayden slipped the leather from her neck, laying it on the chair. He would come back and clean up tomorrow—Erin was his priority now.
CHAPTER 50
A puddle of goo.
Shaking. Weak all over. Completely satiated.
Erin’s lower back ached while Jayden walked her upstairs toward their bedroom and the shower. After the two intense orgasms he’d drawn from her, factored with the time on her feet at the Cross, she wasn’t surprised, but no way would she dream of complaining. Erin didn’t want her husband regretting any of what they’d just shared.
The hot water felt incredible. His hands were pure heaven while he soaped her body with his loving caress. She started to turn and wrap her arms around him for a little shower snuggle, when a sharp pain shot through her belly and she winced, hunching over.
“Erin?” Concern laced his voice.
“It’s nothing, baby. I think I just turned too sharp, too fast.” Erin brushed it off as the pain receded.
They soon finished, and he helped her out. Erin stood there, sleepy and still a little delirious from their scene, while he tried to dry her off. He kept wiping at her legs and between her thighs, and she began thinking he was trying to get frisky, wanting another go.
“Jayden,” she laughed, “what are you doing? I don’t think I can handle any more right now.” The smile on her face disappeared when she looked down and took in his grave countenance while he swiped the towel between her legs again. “Jayden?”
“Erin, I can’t get your legs dry. I think you might still be coming?”
“Huh? What do you mean? Is the towel too wet to dry me off?” She knew she wasn’t coming.
“I don’t think that’s it, sweet girl. You just experienced two orgasms that would’ve been major for a non-pregnant woman. I think your body is still producing fluids.” Again, his uncertainty was clear.
In that moment, another sharp pain gripped Erin, causing her stomach to tighten and her lower back to feel like it was being pinched. She sucked in a breath, then let it out slow for a count of five, exhaling through her open mouth. Sensing her discomfort, Jayden spoke to Erin with a calm resonance while he convinced her to try going to bed.
“Maybe it’s just Braxton Hicks. Holly did warn us about those. Let’s go lie down for a while and see if things settle down.”
She swooned, feeling the extent of his love, while Jayden dressed her in a soft cotton nightgown, then pulled back the covers for her to crawl into bed. Erin got settled on her left side and managed to doze lightly over the next several hours. However, as the time went on, the pains got sharper—and stronger.
Erin gave up on sleep eventually, in particular as her need to pee grew. Nudging Jayden awake so he could help her, she got into an upright position. When the cool air of the room hit her warm body, her nightgown clung to her, cold. They both looked down at the same time to see that Erin was s
oaked.
“Did I pee the bed?”
He looked from her, to the bed, and back again before his eyes widened. “Erin, I don’t think you peed the bed, and I don’t think you’re having false contractions . . . I think it’s time.”
~*~
“Oh, good god fucking shit!” Erin screamed when the sharp pain tore through her back and wrapped around her enormous belly. How her stomach could tighten harder than a rock while the latest contraction held her in its grip was still confounding her. It wasn’t natural.
Erin had been at this for about six hours by then, and she was past ready to be done. The contractions had been sporadic but were getting more intense with each hour that passed since Jayden had driven her to the hospital in the early hours of Saturday morning.
In mad man fashion, of course—it seemed a rite of passage for new dads to get to make the maniacal drive. He’d been lucky she’d been too busy writhing in pain to smack him.
Minutes after they’d arrived, Erin had been set up in an observation room to determine if she was in labor for real, since her due date was still almost two months away. When all indications pointed to yes, Dr. Ellison had been called, and now they were waiting on her arrival.
As the pain subsided, Jayden stepped away to pick up his worn copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting and started reading the chapter on labor and delivery—yet again—out loud. His dedication to learning all things ‘pregnancy’ had been endearing, but right then Erin wanted him to hold her hand and feed her ice chips. She was fucking thirsty, and the hospital sadists weren’t letting her gulp down anything.
Erin was also coming to the conclusion that she would be removing a part of her husband’s anatomy with her bare hands before this ordeal ended. For her to accomplish that, he needed to be within reach.
Once again, her belly started to tighten seconds before the agonizing heat ripped through her.
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