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Felix
Three days.
By the doctor’s approximation, Grace was due into the world in three days.
That meant we had 72 hours to get all the wild, kinky sex out of our systems before the baby demanded all our attention--and Elijah had made it clear he wasn’t going to waste any time.
“On your knees.”
My cock already throbbed, pressing up against my belly.
“Good,” he said as I descended carefully to the floor of our bedroom. I didn’t know how he did it, but he was adept at knowing exactly where I was by my voice and the feeling of my movement alone. It added an extra layer of thrill to the fantasy.
“Hm,” Elijah said. “Something’s missing.”
I raised my head. “What is it?”
He brought his hand to his chin in thought. “I have an idea. Why don’t you be a good boy and run to the top drawer of the dresser? There’s something I’d like you to wear.”
Inside the drawer, an array of sex toys greeted me, but Elijah hadn’t mentioned which one he had in mind.
“Which toy, daddy?” I asked.
Elijah was perched on the edge of the mattress with his legs crossed. A nice dark suit still clung to his body, though his pants were unzipped.
This was a stark contrast to my body, which was fully nude so Elijah had access to every inch of my skin.
“Which do you think I’m in the mood for, my boy?”
I surveyed the lineup. “I don’t know. Maybe a vibrating toy . . .?”
He clicked his tongue. “Not today. I’ll give you a hint. I’d like you to experience touch the way I do.”
Experience it the same way he does . . .Oh!
With my heart rate increasing, I picked up the black silk blindfold and returned to him. Elijah reached out to feel the item in my hands before he smirked.
“That’s the one. Good boy. You know exactly what daddy likes, don’t you?”
His praise warmed my cheeks. I nuzzled my face into his hand, then remained still while he tied the blindfold around my eyes. The world disappeared as Elijah removed one of my senses. He tested the fabric knot, and his hands slipped away when it found it sufficient.
“Tell me what you see,” Elijah ordered.
“Nothing,” I said honestly. “I see black.”
“No light peeking out around the edges?”
“No, sir.”
He grunted. “Excellent. Now we’re all set to play. Come closer to me, on your knees again.”
I assumed my previous position. My balls touched the carpet as I sat primly between Elijah’s thighs.
“Are you comfortable, boy?” he asked. “Or at least, as comfortable as you can be at nine months pregnant?”
I smiled. Even during kink play, he always had to be a protective alpha. I supposed he couldn’t help it with the baby so close to arriving.
