We just have to let nature do its thing.
And until it does, he’s going to fuck me like he can will my swollen belly into existence.
My thoughts obliterate as his thumb presses against my clit. I cling to him, sure if I let go I’ll collapse into a puddle at his feet.
Then I detonate.
It’s a blinding, brutal snap that steals the breath from my lungs. I suck in air like I’m drowning, clawing at his arms, holding on for dear life.
I clamp around him like an iron band, and when he slips his fingers from my pussy, my walls seize up, gripping nothing, desperate for him back where I need him most.
He takes my wrists in his hands, kissing one, then the other, before he guides me over to the stool in front of the breakfast bar. I don’t know what he’s going to do, and that makes my pulse quicken.
There are three stools in front of the counter, no backs, just padded seats. He pulls two together, checks they’re not wobbly and then moves me into position like I’m a doll.
His fuck doll.
My boobs end up pressed against the padded seat of the first one, my belly on the second. He lines me up, until my legs are dangling, unable to touch the floor. My head hangs low, my hair almost brushing the floor when he pulls my ponytail holder out.
“Jensen?”
He bends and kisses my temple. “I’m going to take care of you,” he says so softly I let go of my uncertainty. I trust him.
He’ll never do anything that pushes me too far. Everything Jensen does is for my pleasure.
I stare at the tiles beneath me, the weight of my body pushing into the stools. I hear him walk away and I wait, breathing carefully as the anticipation crests through me like a wave.
A moment later, I hear him padding toward me and then he’s in front of me, his feet and legs all I can see without straining my neck. He brushes my hair back, even though it flops forward again.
What’s he going to do?
He takes my wrist and lines it up with the stool leg beneath my shoulder. The silk of his tie skims my skin, making it heat and burn at the same time. My heart races as he ties my wrist to the wood, then does the same with the other. They’re tight, but I can free myself if I want to. I won’t. I’m exactly where I want to be—at the mercy of a man who knows how to undo me and then put me back together.
He makes a sound low in his throat when he straightens and I wonder what I look like, spread out for him. “Do you have any idea how perfect you look? Strapped down just for me.”
I feel like I’m about to be sacrificed to his ravenous cock. It’s hard to draw in a full breath with the pressure of the wood against my chest, but I forget about that as he lifts my shirt up my back.
Oh my word.
My leggings are next, pulled down with aching slowness, and then my panties follow. Cool air kisses along my heated pussy and I clench around the hollow emptiness inside me. I need him to spread me, to fill me.
I bite my lip so hard I’m sure I’m going to draw blood.
“Please,” I whimper, the word falling from my mouth before I can stop it.
He groans like a wounded animal. “I love when you beg for me, princess.” There’s a caress over my bare ass, and my skin heats. “Say please again and let me worship every inch of my beautiful wife.”
“Please, Jensen. Fuck me.”
I don’t care how shameless I sound. Dignity left the building the moment he strapped me to our breakfast stools. Now, my body is ready for him to use.
“Ask me to ruin your cunt, Mia. Ask me to fill you so full of me you swell with my cum.”
I’m pretty sure my legs would dissolve if I wasn’t lying down. His mouth is disgusting and fuck me, I love it. Every dripping word is a love letter of his devotion to me. I’m not just his wife. I’m his everything.
“I want you to fill me up,” I pant, and save me, I do.
He hums, his fingers still trailing over my ass and spine, close to where I need him, but never there. Not yet.
