Literally.
The positions she could use were limited with her belly, but that didn’t stop her excitement in the slightest. In fact, aside from our bed in the giant-ass house we now called our home, this bench was probably the furniture we used most. I certainlyhad no complaints, but then, I was a selfish bastard who wanted Lu regardless of where we were or what position she was in.
The bench allowed for the person tied down to have their feet bound above their head, or spread out wide in a V, or looped under their ass in a butterfly position, but none of those would be comfortable for Lu at this time. Instead, I had her knees bound to the poles, raising her legs in a wide, bent V position. I also raised the bench so she wasn’t laying completely flat on her back. At seven months, she was huge, and she needed all the back support I could offer her.
I started off tonight’s filming by deep throating Lu, making sure the camera caught the outline of my cock. Yellow-ish milk ran freely from her tits. I made no move to clean her up, wanting our audience to see the further evidence of her pregnancy. It had surprised me the first time she leaked like that because my dumb ass had assumed breast milk was white. Turned out that it’snotmilk she was producing now, but some other calcium liquid that’s sometimes orange and sometimes yellow. Weird as fuck, but still tasty.
Even now that I moved on to her pussy, the milky liquid had trickled out of her to pool at her side on the bench. I reached over and ran my finger through the trail before popping it into my mouth. It wasn’t as rich as I expected when I first tried it, and a little salty, but I was still going to battle my son to get some.
Her inner muscles constricted around my dick as she moaned. I’d been edging her for close to an hour. Knowing Lu’s body as I did, I knew exactly when to back off and when to push without forcing her over the edge. Tears streamed out the corner of her eyes and into her long, raven hair that was splayed out around her head, like rays from a sun. Her heightened emotions were the cause. She was not in any physical pain. Not only was I watching her closely for any signs of such, but so was our director.
I didn’t edge her often, loving seeing Lu lost in ecstasy too much, but tonight called for a special occasion. This was, after all, her last orgasm before she became a married woman. But I was barely hanging on by my fingertips.
“Aloiki…” My name on Lu’s lips had never sounded so fucking sexy. I felt my balls draw up at the single word. The plea, so miserable and desperate, lit my blood aflame. She was incredible, like a trussed-up gift just for me.
I decided to put both of us out of our misery. Lu wasn’t the only one I was edging tonight, and my control would not last much longer. Picking up the magic wand, I brought it to her swollen clit. Her eyes widened slightly before I turned it on.
There were few words to describe the utter bliss that passed between us. Our bodies weren’t just connected, but synchronized, moving in a fantastic symphony. Lu pulled on her restraints, her body twitching and spasming around mine as she screamed out her release. The vibrations from the wand did not just affect her. Watching her violent release, feeling it around my cock, and the pulses through the nerves in my dick had me exploding so rampantly that I thought for a moment I might pass out.
It took a long while for me to come down. I turned off the wand, dropping it none too gently to the padded floor. Not knowing who was doing what on this floor or for how long, we did end up going with an easily cleaned padded linoleum inside the studio. My first priority wasn’t taking care of toys or furniture, though. It was Lu.
I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs, encouraging blood flow while checking her binds. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back with her mouth still open. I watched her breathing, and though heavy, it was regular. She just needed time to come back to herself, which I was more than willing to give her. I wasn’t a Dom, not like Bacon or some of the actorswho used my studio, but that didn’t mean aftercare was not a part of my responsibilities.
Though softening, I pumped my hips, continuing to bring forth little flutters from her. Lu moaned, her beautifully bronze skin shimmering with sweat, as I gently rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Welcome back,” I mused, watching her closely for any signs of distress.
There were none. The smile she gave me was pure magic because it was the only sight in the world that could make my cold, unyielding heart grow like the fucking Grinch’s. Her voice was raw as she spoke, “Hey, handsome. Fancy meeting you here.”
I chuckled, because damn, I loved thiswahine. Her pussy twitched around my flaccid dick. I didn’t want either of us to get sore, so I carefully extracted myself from the warm cocoon of her body. Lu made a sound of protest, but even if she could take another round, I was in no condition.
Waving the cameraman over, I took the camera from him and zoomed the lens in on my cum dripping from her gaping pussy. “Enjoy the creampie,” I told our subscribers. “It’s her last until we’re married.”
Chapter Four
Lu
Aloiki wokeme at the ass-crack of dawn. I was grumpy, and a bit of bitch, until I realized he did it so we could catch some early waves. I could not deny that Aloiki was an asshole, but Akua, he was also the sweetest man. To me, at least. And to be the center of his focus, to know that I was the only person he treated that way, it was heady, and overwhelming, and so incredibly wonderful.
The best moments are the ones he does subconsciously. We laid my best friend, Nishi, to rest only three months ago in these very waters. He knew how hard today would be for me without her at my side, and he brought me to the waves so I could spend some time with her on my wedding day, even if unconventionally. It was painful and bittersweet, but also peaceful.
Holly, the other Ol’ Lady in our club, was my only bridesmaid, though she was acting the part of maid of honor. Nishi was still my maid of honor, as we’d promised each other over two decades ago in grade school.
After bringing me back to the mansion, Aloiki helped me shower and dress. He knew damn well that I didn’t need helpin either department, but he liked to take every opportunity to touch me and handle my body—and who was I to deny him that? It was simply a bonus that I got to touch him back.
My only complaint about the morning was that he hadn’t touched me sexually, not even in the shower when we were fuckingnakedand he was hard as a rock! Nothing. I couldn’t ever remember a time when Aloiki had not touched me. Hell, there were times when he was too impatient to finish his Church meeting with his brothers and had fingered me while conducting club business. The man was insatiable.
But not today.
“Not until we’re married,” he murmured against my lips.
Really?Nowhe chose to show some restraint? I was horny, damn him! Clearly picking up on my sour mood, Aloiki just laughed and kissed me. The bastard.
Downstairs, a breakfast buffet waited for me. Aloiki ordered in because no one in the club could cook for shit. Holly and I were cooking lessons, but frankly, we both sucked. Aloiki filled my plate sky high with pan-fried spam, steamed white rice, and scrambled eggs seasoned inMaggisauce.
I licked my lips in anticipation, but when I reached for my fork, he pushed my hand away. Not caring the slightest about our visitors from the Mainland or his brothers joining us for breakfast, he sat me down on his lap and fed me until I was beyond full before he fed himself.
Holly caught my eye from across the table, and my new friend gave me a knowing look. There was a lot about her past that I didn’t know, but the one thing we indisputably had in common was that we were loved unconditionally by our men.
