I bit my lip. “Can I have daddy’s knot?”
He hesitated, and I knew why. Usually sex and even knotting during late-term pregnancy was safe, but with the baby due in only three days . . .
“I won’t be greedy,” I promised. “No rough fucking. Just . . . Hold it in me.”
Elijah grunted in thought. “All right, boy. But if you start begging for me to fuck your ass, I’ll punish you.”
“By spanking me?” I asked with a frown. With the size of my belly, we’d only be able to have penetrative sex with me on my side or in doggy style, so it should have been out of the question.
“No.” The smirk in Elijah’s cocky voice was hard to miss. “By withholding sex for the foreseeable future. Not even a handjob. Nothing.”
I gasped. “You’re evil.”
“Still want to bargain with me, boy?”
“Fine, daddy. I promise I won’t beg. I swear I won’t.”
“You’ve got a smart mouth on you, don’t you?” Elijah remarked. “Maybe I should make this easier for you.”
He lifted me from the floor and eased me onto the bed. Without my sight, I had to put all my trust into my mate. I felt vulnerable, but not helpless.
“Wait there. Don’t move,” he ordered.
“Okay, sir.”
The sound of the drawer alerted me to Elijah’s location by the dresser. This time he returned with something else, but I had no idea what it was--and I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to ask.
He traced my face, pausing at the corner of my mouth, then commanded, “Open up.”
I parted my lips hesitantly. The uncertainty was a thrill I’d never experienced before and it made my heart race.
Elijah pressed something to my lips, hard and plastic, shaped like a ball. I gasped softly when I recognized it as the ball gag we’d purchased once and never yet used. We tried out other types of gags, like stuffed blindfolds, but the anticipation of a specially made toy made my cock twitch in excitement.
“I thought this would be a good opportunity to test out this toy,” Elijah said. “What do you think, boy? Do you want your daddy to stuff your mouth so you can’t beg for his cock?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Then I won’t be tempted to misbehave.”
He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Excellent.”
As Elijah did the buckle behind my head, the ball gag slipped into my mouth and rested on my tongue. My teeth grazed the sides, gently testing it out.
“You know what to do if you need anything,” Elijah said. “Don’t you, my boy?”
I firmly tapped his forearm once with a finger, meaningyes.Two taps was forno,with anything beyond two being an instant red light. I doubted I’d need to use it, but it was always good to be safe.
Elijah kissed my forehead the way he always did before we engaged in heavier kink. Then, he gently pushed me down so my back lay flush against the bed. I spread my legs for him and shut my eyes behind the blindfold.
As Elijah ran his hand down my chest, over my belly, and towards my cock, my entire body prickled with electricity. I moaned around the gag. He had barely done anything--just a simple touch of his fingers--and yet it felt like magic.
Elijah’s fingers continued dancing down my skin, chasing wanton moans out of me. He circled my nipples and gave them a gentle tweak to perk them up before snaking back down to my groin. My cock was painfully hard at this point, sore and pent up from the lack of attention. Above all it desperately ached for Elijah’s touch.
And when he finally gave it, I melted.
A relieved moan spilled out from my lips around the ball gag as Elijah’s fingers gripped my cock. He was firm but gentle. He made a ring around the base, then squeezed upwards, repeating this motion until my hips quivered. Another hand joined--this one cupped my balls, working them in his palm. The sudden rush was overwhelming. Unintelligible sounds were the only thing I could muster.
Freed from the burden of my sight, all I knew was pleasure.
“Good boy, Felix,” Elijah murmured. “Your body is responding to me so nicely.”
