Shrugging, I unbuckle my pants per Cora’s request. “I can be bribed.” I’m going to appease her cute request because in a little bit, she won’t be in charge.
“Ooh, it’sthatkind of massage?” he smirks, setting the glass down on the shelf.
“God,” Cora groans into the head holster. “Anything to throw me into labor, please do it. I feel like a whale.”
Jay starts massaging her other hip. “What happened toI’ve never felt more beautifulorI’ve never been so horny in my life?” he imitates.
“That was two weeks ago. That was delusional Cora. I’m now a beautiful, sexy whale, who would very much like to expel this child that one of youhuge fucking menput in my body.”
Jay and I share a silent laugh before he suggests, “Doctor said sex can help.”
“Oh, my whole life will be nothing but massages and sex until my body finally gives in.”
I keep rubbing her hip. “You have to eat sometime, Cora.”
“I’ma eat thatdick,” she quips, completely seriously, and I have to belly laugh.
I tap her on the ass. “You’re all done for tonight anyway, sweetheart. I’d tell you to crawl to the bedroom but I don’t think you’re physically capable anymore.”
“I’ll do it if you give me knee pads.”
Chuckling, I walk over to the counter to slip my wedding ring back on and turn around to raise an eyebrow at Jay, who’s helping Cora off the table. “Take her to the bedroom and pick out your toys. I’ll be in shortly.”
Shimmying, Cora inhales sharply and scampers off, her naked butt jiggling perfectly as she leaves. Taking the water glass with him, he gives me a wink and follows her, licking his lips.
I take my time cleaning up the room, planning my scene as much as I can without knowing what toys they’ve selected, and making them sweat in anticipation.
Padding to the bedroom in nothing but my black boxer briefs, I watch my pets both in the box position, waiting for me—their chins tucked and eyes lowered. They both kneel with their legs spread wide, facing the foot of the bed. In front of Jay, I see they’ve picked out their toys—a riding crop, clothes pins, and a Hitachi wand.
Jesus Christ, I love these freaks.
I make a stop in our large walk-in closet and slowly get ready. I love making them wait. Tucking in my black, button-down dress shirt to my fitted black pants, I have to momentarily adjust my eager dick. Slipping on my black leather shoes, belt, and shoulder harness, I grin to myself as I walk out of the closet, rolling my sleeves up.
This is definitely a special treat for them. I almost never let them choose what toys or tools we use. But mixing it up can be interesting, so I’ll let them indulge. This outfit was purchased entirely by Jay for this purpose, and I must admit, I feel incredibly powerful wearing it.
Picking up the riding crop, I slowly drag it along Jay’s bare shoulders and I watch his skin prickle. “Look at my little pain sluts. Practically champing at the bit for me to take care of you.” I slide the leather crop down Cora’s back and swat her round ass. She jolts and lets out a little gasp, making my cock stir to life. Neither of them can see me yet, and the anticipation of them finally seeing me has me growing harder.
She’s so beautiful like this. They both are. But Cora pregnant… fuck, it’s a sight to behold. I know Jay feels the same way, too, because this breeding kink has gotten out of control. I thought we had it bad before she told us she was pregnant—when we were just trying. But as she grew, so did our insatiable hunger.
And I want to savor her body tonight.
That gives me an idea…
I step over to the dresser and take my phone out. Opening up the camera and pressing record, I set it on the floor propped up against a chair leg.
“You two are going to let me record this, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, but they know they can safe out.
I watch them nod and mutter, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” I purr, adjusting the riding crop in my hand and swatting Jay on his backside. He gasps at the sudden hit, his fingers gripping tighter around his forearms behind his back. “Face on the floor, prince.” He’s got just enough room before the foot of the bed to lower his torso and plant his cheek against the rug.
With his arms still behind his back and his ass exposed for me, I smile and press the sole of my leather shoe against his ear. He bites his lip with a pained expression. Heknowswhat’s coming.
The riding crop trails lightly down his shoulder blades and skims his back muscles and forearms, and I watch him tense. “Ah-ah,” I grin. “Relax. Don’t you trust me to take care of you?”
His Adam's apple bobs beneath my foot. “Yes, Sir.”
Whack!I place a mild hit against his sac and he lets out another gasp. Then a harder one. And another.
