A small tuft of hair could be seen and he breathed a sigh of relief. “The baby’s coming.”
“No shit Sherlock she’s killing me and I need to push.”
His eyes went to Raul who was fighting laughter. Trisha looked at them both with chiding angst and managed to hold back her own smile.
Another pain began and Damian could see more of his daughter’s hair. It was short, wet, and red. Oh Abby he thought, you will give your father a merry chase.
“She’s almost here Lydia, push between pains and then stop when I tell you to.”
“I will do no su…ahhh, it hurts.”
“Raul, get on the bed behind her and help her sit a little.”
Raul moved fast.
“Trisha, come down here and prepare a blanket. Hand it to me when I ask.” He was using his authoritative voice because he knew it would calm his wife. He wouldn’t let her see his shaking hands.
The pain slowed and his coaching began. “You need to push Lydia, push hard.”
“I can’t please, I can’t.”
“I’m going to slap your ass for that one. Push damn it!”
Her face tightened and she pushed. He could see more of the baby’s head and it was slowly coming out when the next pain began.
“Hold on Lydia, no pushing right now wait for the pain to stop.”
“I’m going to kill you. It’s your fault the power went out and you got me into this mess with your wiggly squiggles. I’m better off swallowing.”
Damian glanced down. He was incapable of looking at anyone else in the room or his laughter would break through. When the next pain started his daughter began to emerge. She knew how to follow unspoken directions because her head turned to the side and the remainder of her body began to slide out. He didn’t force it but had his hands under her small slippery frame.
Lydia screamed as the rest of Abigail’s body came out. Lydia opened her eyes just as Damian looked up at her.
Tears fell from his face as he held his daughter. Her eyes were open and her tiny face scrunched as a short cry sounded and then grew louder.
“I love you.” Damian said meeting his wife’s gaze and then he placed a kiss on his daughter’s bloody head and moved the t-shirt up to expose Lydia’s belly and lay the baby down stomach to stomach with her mother. His hand reached out and Trisha put the blanket into it. He covered his daughter and wife, and then walked to the head of the bed.
Paul walked over, “She’s good. You have about ten minutes until you need to do anything else. We’ll go check on the ambulance and give you some time.”
Damian never took his eyes off his wife as Raul slid from behind her and Damian took his place. The door closed quietly. He kissed Lydia’s hair and gathered it in his hand. “You are my world. Thank you for my daughter.”
“She’s beautiful.” Her hand smoothed over the soft crown of red hair.
“You’re breathtaking Lydia; I want another one next year.”
She laughed, “Not going to happen.” She glanced over her shoulder with tears of her own.
His arms tightened but his pulse slowed for the first time in two hours.
Chapter Seven
A short time later the electricity came back on and within five minutes the paramedics took over the room. Damian grabbed his wife’s pre-packed travel bag and followed them out, staying by her side as her and the baby were cared for.
More work was required after they arrived at the hospital. Doctor Pastavich showed up and Lydia noticeably relaxed. All their preplanning was out the window but he let Damian cut the cord. A nurse took Abigail away to be checked out completely. Lydia delivered the afterbirth and required stitches due to tearing. Damian held her hand but she didn’t make a sound and only appeared lost without the baby.
A short time later, tightly bundled in a pink blanket, the nurse placed Abigail back into Lydia’s arms. She was sucking dramatically on her fist.
“She’s doing wonderfully considering how she made her appearance. A pediatrician looked her over. He’ll be in to see you soon. Right now this little one needs to eat.” The nurse helped Lydia with her hospital gown.
Lydia brought the baby to her breast and pinched her nipple rubbing it against the small pert mouth. Abigail latched on.
In all his life it was the most amazingly sexy thing Damian had ever seen. He laughed to himself acknowledging he was one kinky bastard.
The room cleared and he was left alone with his family. Damian’s finger went to his daughter’s tiny hand and she gripped it tightly without letting go of her food.
Damian bent over and kissed Lydia’s lips gently. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. She’s beautiful and looks just like her mommy. I hoped for red hair and got all my wishes in one six pound bundle.”
“I thought she would weigh at least fifteen pounds with all the weight I gained.”
He leaned over his wife and brought his nose to hers. “If you use the “F” word I’ll gag you here at the hospital. You are beautiful and every pound gave me more to love. I will miss each one you lose and rejoice in every pound I can convince you to keep.”
“Yes sir.”
“Your breasts look good enough to eat and I’m quite jealous of our daughter.”
“It will be a few days before my milk comes in but as soon as it does, you can have a taste.”
“It’s going to be impossible to keep my hands off of you over the next six-weeks.”
“Well good. I have no intention of keeping my hands off you and I’ll enjoy driving you crazy for a change.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be securing my hands to make that happen.” His sexy smile held promise and silent laughter. The last time Lydia tied his hands he broke the headboard and she was quite unhappy with him.
She ignored his reference with only a slight smile, “We still need a nanny.”
His soft groan made her smile deepen. “I know. Our lifestyle doesn’t make it as easy as one would think. I wish my mother lived closer, I dislike the thought of taking turns at the club but we may have no choice. We’ll start looking again next week. I thought money bought everything.”
Now she laughed out loud. “We’ll find someone and I’m sure your money will buy a great nanny.” A yawn followed this statement and her eyelids closed.
He rested his hand on the baby and watched over the two of them while they rested.
It was the afternoon of the third day before they returned home from the hospital. Both parents looked forward to uninterrupted family time. The hospital staff was wonderful but they had to check vital signs, test Abigail for everything under the sun, and inquire how the new family was doing on a regular basis. Home was perfect.
Raul and Paul arranged everything and a bassinet and baby monitor were set up in the master bedroom. There were easily prepared meals in the kitchen and a hotel staff at their beck and call.
Samson met the baby and whined non-stop whenever she was out of his sight. There was really no need for the monitor because as soon as Abigail stirred, Samson barked and made sure she was awake and that everyone else knew it. He watched everyone that got near his human child with a promise of violence if the baby was mistreated.
A week after the birth they held a small gathering in the penthouse and Samson stayed in Raul’s suite so there would be no mishaps.
When the night was over, Damian tucked his wife and baby into their perspective beds and went down to the club for an hour. Raul and Paul were doing a great job.
He walked over to a station and saw Bran working with his wife Willow, Damian’s sister. Definitely not something he was comfortable watching even with their recent marriage. He took his private elevator back to the penthouse, checked on Abigail next to the bed, and then crawled in beside his wife; pulling her close and kissing the back of her head. She never stirred. He exhaled in contentment and fell asleep.
Chapter Eight
Week four “post Abigail” arrived and their lives surrounded the recent
ly weighed seven pound bundle of fluff. Her feeding schedule gave them about two and a half contented hours and then she let the world know she needed mommy.
Her eyes were blue like her mothers and her hair was getting curly, thicker, and a more defined red. She followed her admirers with her eyes and graced them with quick smiles and contented gurgles when they least expected it. She was quite stingy with her grins.
Damian was spending the next hour alone with her highness while Lydia went to the gym to work out for the first time since Abby’s birth.
“Do not overdue it and that is an order.” His voice held an absolute promise of punishment if she disobeyed him.
“Yes Master.”
He growled in response because she knew the use of the word master turned him on. Abigail was on his shoulder and he was burping her after her feeding. Samson walked beside him as Damian crossed the room and then turned back around to repeat his carpet march.
Everything went fine and he received an unladylike burp for his patience. He sat on the couch and placed his large hands beneath Abigail’s arms jumping his knee up and down slightly. Samson stayed two feet away keeping a close eye on his baby’s movements like a mother lion.
Suddenly, with no warning, at least a gallon of curdled milk spewed from Abigail’s dainty mouth.
“Oh damn.” Was Damian’s startled announcement as he jumped slightly while realizing he had nothing at hand to wipe them off with.
His sudden exclamation caused Abigail to let out a loud cry and Samson began whining loudly.
Damian looked at the dog, “Really, you think you’re helping?”
Samson came forward and before Damian could stop him he slurped up a large section of chunky breast milk.
Damian began gagging as he jumped up and headed to the bathroom with a screaming Abigail in his arms. Samson let out a howl and proceeded to pretend he was a wolf during a full moon.
Cleaning the baby up with a wet washcloth only made her angrier and Damian did the only thing he could think of. He dialed Raul’s suite number.
Damian didn’t get a word out and barely heard Raul over the background noise.
“I’ll be right up.”
Lydia was gone fifteen minutes and the man that made woman scream in ecstasy was reduced to calling in the big gay guns.
Raul arrived, and took the screaming between hiccups child from her daddy’s arms and carried her to the nursery. He ignored her wales and changed her clothes and diaper. Lifting her to his shoulder he soothed her back. He gave a stern look at Samson and the dog went quiet. One instant Abigail was crying and the next she went completely silent.
“I can’t believe you did that. I spend more time with her than you do.” Damian wasn’t angry just relieved.
“It’s a gay uncle thing.”
“And Samson?”
“I’ve known that dog since he was Abby’s age. He just needed to know his baby was safe.”
“And her daddy doesn’t keep her safe?”
“Not in dog language.”
“Christ! He licked up her spit and I almost lost my lunch.”
Raul could no longer contain his laughter.
“What’s it going to cost to keep this quiet and not let Lydia know?” Damian knew the score.
“I’ll think of something and collect another time. Do you want me to put her in the basinet, I think she’s sleeping now?”
“Yes, put her down and I’ll let Sam outside. Maybe he’ll regurgitate baby puke on the grass and I’ll have another picture that needs to be exorcised from my head.”
“You need to change your shirt. You smell a little spoiled.”
Chapter Nine
Two more weeks went by and all interviews for a nanny were unsuccessful. Damian was back at the club most evenings and Lydia was getting grouchier each day.
It was the busy season if you could call it that and Damian performed two scenes with experienced subs. He enjoyed sexually stimulating them but he was ready to have his wife back. The blowjobs Lydia gave him were wonderful but he craved full out kinky sex. Besides holding his subs during aftercare they were not allowed to touch him. He gave a few quick kisses and found pleasure in dominating the women but controlled himself and saved his own orgasms for his wife.
He finished with Celia, making her drink water and eat a few orange slices before letting her go to the bar and visit with her friends. He noticed a crowd gathering at one of the stations and decided to check it out before calling it a night.
“Damn.” He said under his breath when he was able to see what had everyone’s attention.
It was Lydia; a fuller, sexier, and more luscious Lydia. Her thick red hair was hanging lose down her almost bare back. She was dressed in a black leather bra that barely contained her large nursing breasts. The black leather short skirt only covered the top of her ass and he wasn’t sure if she was wearing a thong or nothing underneath. Her boots were the same material and ended just below her knees. A softly rounded post-baby belly poked out slightly and added to the hot wet dream she created.
She had a male sub face first on the St. Andrews Cross. Gripping his hair; she pulled his head back and kissed him with aggressive passion and then took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled slightly. Damian almost came in his pants when she released the subs lip and ran her tongue up the side of his jaw.
Damian knew she was playing this game for him and he also knew he was putty in her hands and would be fucking his wife tonight. Standing back, he enjoyed the scene. Lydia took a metal anal ball cock ring from a tray, and placed her hand to the front of her lucky sub and put the ring around his balls. She then inserted the ball into his ass while he squirmed; the lucky bastard. A sharp slap landed on his ass cheeks and he stopped moving.
She grabbed her torture device of choice and unfurled the leather whip. Her shoulders rotated and she let the whip release with a resounding snap though it landed nowhere near her anxious sub.
Then she started in earnest. Red stripes appeared across his back, ass, and upper thighs. She never broke the skin but his body twisted and his loud moans filled the club.
Her precision was impeccable and Damian realized she was probably practicing daily during her forays to the gym. The club was quiet at that time of the day and he would bet she was using one of the private rooms. His wife had mad skills with a whip and his cock was ready to blow.
Lydia took her time and gave full concentration to her sub. The show finally stopped as suddenly as it began and Lydia removed the anal plug and then unfastened her sub from his bindings. The sub was not blessed with an orgasm and Damian’s cock swelled further.
It occurred to Damian that Raul, who usually helped with her scenes, was babysitting and unavailable. He owed Raul another favor.
Taking her sub’s hand, she led him to the side couch, passing Damian while giving him a wink. She would pay for that. Damian stood to the side of the large planter, and watched every second his wife soothed and spoke to her sub. She ran oil over his body and talked to him about his daily life. They loved her; men and women both. She always made them feel special even when her husband stood a few feet away.
Damian waited patiently though his erection refused to subside.
Finally she wiped her hands on a towel and helped the sub to his feet. She kissed him on his cheek. “If you like, you may schedule with me next week Caleb. Just see the front office again and they will set you up.”
“Yes Mistress Lydia, I will.”
“Enjoy yourself the rest of the evening.”
“Thank you Mistress.” He walked away with a look of absolute worship on his face.
Lydia organized and cleaned her area without looking at Damian. He waited.
When she finally turned he was a foot away. His arms went to her back and pulled her hard against his chest. “Put those four inch heels around my back. We are going to our own private playroom but I’m carrying you out of here.”
“Yes Master.” Desire oozed from her v
oice and her pupils became noticeably larger.
Her legs locked around him and his strides ate up the floor heading to his office. None of his employees was dumb enough to stop him and he went straight to his private elevator.
“Who has Abigail?”
“Our new nanny.”
“Really, do I have any say over this?” He kept his voice even, trying not to show his irritation.
“Her name is Raul and she finally turned in her application today. She has every qualification we want. She’s giving notice at her current job tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t he apply months ago?”
“He didn’t think we would want a gay man helping to raise our daughter.”
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He’s perfect and quite frankly more natural at it than her own father.”
“Don’t worry, mommy has better uses for daddy, and he’ll be really good at what she has planned.”
“Mommy’s had enough planning for a while. Her Dom is making his demands for the next year or so and she’ll need to wait.”
“Emmm, that sounds like kinky fun.”
He didn’t reply just carried her inside the penthouse and made his way to their private dungeon.
“I can feel my milk coming in and it might be a better idea if I pumped first.”
“Thank you for the information but I’ll take care of everything and fair warning I’m in the mood to gag you tonight if your requests get out of hand. Seeing you run your hands over that sub’s body is more than I can stand after leaving you alone for six weeks.”
“I told you two weeks ago that I could play.”
He leaned back and glared at her. She pressed her lips together and didn’t say another word. Smart little sub.
Chapter Ten
He sat her on a high bench and then went to his knees, unzipped her boots, removed them, and then massaged the instep of each foot. The small sounds she made were nothing compared to the ones she would be singing later. He pulled her hands forward and stood her in front of him. His fingers went to her hips and he slowly drew the skirt down her legs and let it fall to the floor displaying her bare ass. Standing, he turned her and unclipped the bra, sliding the straps over her arms and down. The black material also pooled on the floor. Taking her hand he led her to the cross and secured her facing him. He then placed a black cloth over her eyes shutting out his movements.
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