My eyebrows bounce in surprise as I walk her into our room, turn on the lights, and set her on the edge of the bed. “No? What does my beautiful queen desire then? Or are you too tired for sex?”
Her fingers comb up through the back of my hair, her expression earnest, almost pleading as she stares into my eyes and says, “I need my thoughts to stop. I need my mind to shut off. I want you to make it so that I can’t think. I want you to control not only my body but my mind. Can you do that? Can you make it so that all I know, think, or feel is you?”
She has no idea what that does to me. The beast she’s playing with. I need to dominate her right now just as much asshe needs to be dominated, but she’s also pregnant and likely a bit emotionally fragile, which means I’ll have to be mindful of that and not go too far.
“Yes,” I tell her. “I can do that for you. I can do that for both of us. I need that just as much as you do right now. But I…” I hesitate, feeling like a monster as I say the words to her. “I want to be…not gentle. I want to be rough. Rougher than I’ve been. So I think we need a safe word. Something you keep close, and you use when or if you need to.”
She shivers, her hands dragging my forehead to hers. “I want you to be rough with me. I want that so badly. You’ve been nothing but gentle since we found out I was pregnant, but Sebastian, I need you to do very wicked things to me.”
My cock pulses in my slacks. This woman. This fucking woman wasmadefor me. The queen of my heart, body, and soul. The one who does not cower in fear at my darkness but seeks it, revels in it.
“Safe word,” I demand.
“King,” she replies.
“Okay.King. If you say that, whatever we’re doing stops immediately. And you have to promise me you will use it if you need it. I love you and I’d rather die than hurt you or push beyond where you’re comfortable being. I will also not be playing with your breath. You are pregnant and that is not safe.”
She nods, her blue eyes already glazed over, hazy with lust.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now stand up.”
I take a step back, standing to my full height, more than a foot taller than her. Slowly she follows my command, staring up at me, her chest rising and falling to accommodate her extra breaths.
“Remove your clothes and set them on the chair in the corner, then climb on the bed and wait for me.”
A delicious buzzing races over my skin as she immediatelystarts removing her clothes in front of me, piece by piece, until she’s gloriously naked. The urge to drop to my knees and bury my face in her perfect cunt is compelling. So much so that I lick my lips as I take a deep inhale, already able to smell how turned on she is.
Leaning in, I place a kiss on her lips. A simple, small taste of what’s to come, and I leave her here and head into my closet. The drawer opens smoothly and laid out before me is an array of toys and implements, all things I purchased for Bellamy, and even though I’m loath to admit it, there are even a few items Rowan purchased for Bellamy for her birthday as a gag that I kept.
I remove a couple of things and set them down on the small counter I have in here before I strip out of my own clothes, save for my boxer briefs. Heading back into the bedroom, I find Bellamy sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed, her arms behind her back, accentuating her full tits and rounded lower belly.
Her eyes begin to flutter as I sit on the edge of the bed and reach out, cupping her breast in my hand and rolling her nipple with my thumb. I play with her tits for a few moments, admiring the gentle rolling flush of her skin, the way the blue of her eyes is nearly black. Pinching her nipple between two fingers, I stretch it out and place the first clamp on it.
She startles, the clamp unexpected, especially as I slide up the resistance bar until she whimpers and bites into her lip. I want it tight, and I want it to pinch, and yes, I even want it to hurt a little. But with that hurt, it’s going to feel so good, and I already bet with how sensitive her breasts and nipples are, I can make her come just like this.
I repeat the action with her other nipple, and my teeth graze along the swell of her chest, gently pulling down on one of the metal bars attached to the clamp. Then, I suck her nipple straight into my mouth. She cries out, her pussyrocking against the air, seeking friction and contact I refuse to give her.
“Sebastian, please,” she begs, and I fuckingloveit when she does that.
“Please, what, baby? What do you need?” I bite her nipple while twisting the other.
“It’s…”
“Too much?”
She shakes her head and it falls back, her eyes closing and her body undulating against nothing. “It’s so good.Oh. So good.”
Lifting one breast, I feed it into my mouth, taking in as much flesh as I can, using my teeth and hands to give her more pressure than she’s had before. A vise, cruel and punishing, that has her hands flying up and ripping at my hair.
But I can’t have that, so I pull away and lift the silk tie, running it between her breasts and over her aching nipples. She’s panting hard, watching me play with her, the cool fabric a contrast to the sharpness of the clamp. I prop up a pillow behind her and move her until she’s leaning back against it.
She eyes me curiously, but my motive is clear when I say, “Arms over your head.”
She complies instantly and my cock throbs at her obedience. I tie her wrists to the headboard in a slick, fast knot, making sure it doesn’t cut off her circulation. Once she’s bound, I show her the cone-shaped toy.
“Spread your legs.”
Her thighs open for me, her bare pussy wet and glistening. Using the remote, I turn on the vibrating butt plug and bring it up to her cinched nipple.
