“I want to be here for this.” He shrugs, as if that makes everything he’s doing normal.
“I can’t just pee on demand, especially with you watching; go wait outside and give me five minutes.
“I think we’ve already proven that I can get you to do anything, Mrs. Ravenshaw.” My eyes widen with more surprise when I feel the pregnancy stick press between my legs and stroke through my pussy lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shriek.
“I’m helping you relax, so we can get this done.” He smiles, continuing to use the stick to massage my sensitive flesh.
“Come on, baby girl, it’s time for us to find out.” He kisses me, and I quickly force him away.
“Jack, I just threw up!” Has he actually gone crazy?
“I don’t care about that.” He moves in again, and this time I don’t stop him; whatever he’s got going on between my legs feels too good. His thumb is now keeping the pregnancy test pressedagainst my clit, while two of his fingers push inside me, softly, slowly, and at just the right angle.
“I refuse to have an orgasm on your toilet.” I shake my head at him.
“We’ll see.” He kisses me again, hooking his fingers to reach that spot inside me that he knows will trigger me.
“Jack.” I grip his arm and shake my head again.
“You're going to be a good girl and pee on this stick for me,” he tells me in between kisses. “I’m going to make you come, then as soon as I take out my fingers, you're going to do as you're told, okay?”
“This is so fucking wrong,” I whisper, as my own body starts to defy me.
“Not a single thing feels wrong to me. I need to know if you're carrying my child, Gracie, and I need to know now. I’ve waited long enough. Come on, pretty girl, give me what I want.” I yield, losing all control of my senses, and come on his fingers.
“Good girl.” He frowns at me in that condescending way that makes me want to punch and fuck him at the same time. “Now, be good for me again, and pee on the stick,” he whispers in my ear, and I yield to him again; my body relaxed and sedated by the relief he’s just given me.
“That's a good girl.” His lips reward me, and his tongue rolls around mine while I soak the stick he’s holding.
“Good fucking girl,” he tells me again when I’m finished, slowly pulling his hand from between my legs and resting the test on the basin unit beside us.
I slam my hand over his when he goes a step too far and reaches for the toilet roll.
“ I got it,” I assure him.
“You're a duchess now, probably a knocked-up one.” He smiles as he rips off the paper and carefully wipes between my legs. “You need to get used to being cared for.”
“You're crazy, you know that? Do you have no boundaries?” I don’t know if I should be happy or frightened.
“It seems not, when it comes to my wife.” He stands up and offers me a hand, taking my panties from my ankles and dragging them back up. I take the time to straighten out my dress while he rests his palms on the basin unit and stares at the test.
“Don’t you think you should have read the instructions before we did that?” I try to peek for a result over his shoulder, but he’s too damn tall.
“I read them weeks ago when I purchased them,” he answers, remaining focused on the test.
“Well, how long does it take?” I struggle to get a good viewing point and realise that anticipation has stopped me from feeling sick.
“It's been two minutes, but the result came up about twenty seconds ago,” he informs me, and I’m sensing from the tone of his voice that it’s not the result he wanted.
“Shit, I’m sorry. We can try again…Like I said, it rarely happens the first tim?—”
“You're pregnant.” He turns around and holds up the test to show me for myself. And there, right in front of me, is the word spelt out…PREGNANT.
“Fuck.” I hold both my hands over my mouth and laugh. “I thought, by the way you sounded, that it was negative.” I push to the back of my mind how relieved I am that it isn’t.
“I’ve been convincing myself, ever since we started this, that you would be, I’ve had a real strong sense, but seeing it for real…” He shakes his head and rests his ass on the bath.
