I don’t wait for a response.I don’t need one.My hands move to the hem of my shirt she pulled on before bed, and I peel it over her head, leaving it bunched around her bound wrists. My thumbs immediately circle her nipples, which pebble into hard points under my touch. Her breath grows faster, heated pants that make her pert chest rise and fall quickly. After dusting my fingers down her body, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her delicate little floral panties, pulling them off in one smooth motion until she’s completely bare beneath me.
My own clothes follow in a flurry of impatient movements. Once bare, I settle over her, my weight pinning her, and my cock hard and heavy against her thigh. I look down at her, all flushed cheeks and dark, dilated pupils. She’s ready for me. Her body is open, inviting, and ready to take my seed.
“Who does this perfect little pussy belong to?” I drag the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit, teasing. Waiting for my answer, I position myself at her entrance.
She knows what I want to hear. Her eyes flutter closed for a second, but when they open, they lock on mine. “Daddy,” she whispers the word like it’s sacred.
“That’s right,” I growl, pushing inside her. The feeling is indescribable.Hot… tight… wet… perfection… MINE.She arches beneath me, a soft cry on her lips as I fill her completely. I pause for a moment, enjoying the rightness of her body so eagerly accepting me. This is where she belongs. This is whereIbelong. Buried deep inside her.
I move in a slow, deep rhythm that has her gasping. My hands roam over her, memorizing every slight curve and tiny dip. I claim her with my touch, with my body, with my words. “You’re going to come with me, aren’t you, Doc?” I grunt, my hips snapping forward a little harder. “Leave everything behind and be my good girl in Chicago?”
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers wrap tightly around the ropes above her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries out as I change the angle and hit that spot deep inside her. She tugs painfully hard at her restraints. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“Good girl,” I praise, and she tightens around me at the words. I increase my pace, driving into her, my need building to an unbearable crescendo. I want to fill her so completely that she’ll never be able to imagine a life without me.
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, insistent circles. “Come for Daddy,” I command. “Show me how much you want my baby inside you.”
Her body bows off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. She convulses around me, her muscles clamping down, and it’s the most exquisite torture. I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, pushing her through the waves of pleasure until she’s a whimpering mess beneath me.
After pulling out, I flip her onto her stomach before she can even try to catch her breath. I grab her hips, yanking them into the air until she is on her knees and her face is pressed against the mattress. There is something about her in this position. It’s primal and possessive.
“Again,” I demand, sliding into her from behind. From here, I slide even deeper, bottoming out inside her so hard that she cries out with every thrust. I reach around her body and slip my hand between her thighs, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it mercilessly. “Come for me again, Blake. Give me another.”
As if she has no choice, her body gives me exactly what I’m asking. Her mouth agape, she silently screams into the mattress as every muscle in her body quivers with ecstasy.
I’m fucking feral. A piston of pure need, driving into her, my hips slapping against her ass. The sound is obscenely beautiful. My own release builds, my balls drawing up tight. I fight against the inevitable, wanting her to come with me, to milk every last drop of cum from my body.
“Daddy… Please…” she sobs against the sheets, her body trembling. “I can’t… It’s too much.”
“You can,” I growl, my fingers working her clit faster. “Youwill. One more, Doc. Come for Daddy one more time.” My words are the final push she needs. Her body shuddersviolently, and she lets out a long, broken moan as another, even more powerful orgasm rips through her.
Having her convulsing around me, the rhythmic clenching of her pussy, is the sweetest surrender. An undeniable signal that her body is mine, that it’s answering my primal call to breed her. A need I meet without hesitation. With a guttural roar that rises from the depths of my soul, I let go.
I slam into her one last time, burying myself as deep as possible, and I come. It’s not just a release, it’s a transfer. A claiming. I pour myself into her, thick, hot ribbons of cum flooding her, filling every inch of her pussy. My vision whites out, and for a moment, all I know is the overwhelming pleasure of marking her from the inside out. My hips jerk involuntarily with each pulse, my body’s instinctual desire to push my seed as deep as it can possibly go, to ensure it takes root. I’m planting my flag, my legacy, right here in the warm, willing body of the woman who has vowed to be mine.
“Take it,” I pant against the back of her neck, my voice raw and broken. Peppering kisses against her salty skin, I thrust a few more leisurely strokes. “Take all of it.”
I stay like that for a long moment, my weight heavy on her back, my forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. I’m breathing hard, my heart hammering against my ribs, trying to break free. Blake is trembling beneath me, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The air is thick with the scent of us—sex, sweat, and the sweet smell of victory. Of creation.
Slowly, carefully, I pull out of her. A soft whimper escapes her lips at the loss. I watch a trickle of our combined fluidsleaking from her, trailing down the inside of her thigh. It’s beautiful. I reach down and scoop it up with my fingers, then gently push it back inside her.I’m not wasting a single drop.
“Stay just like that,” I command softly, undoing her hands. After sliding off the bed, I dig in my duffel for theemergency suppliesI had Mattis ship me last week.A package I specifically requested he didn’t open upon it’s arrival to him.I find the soft silicon and pull out the little pink plug.The color chosen specifically.I drag it through more of my cum seeping from her before easing it into her pussy. “I want to make sure every drop stays exactly where it belongs.”
She gasps as I insert the plug, my release still warm inside her. The small piece of plastic a seal to hold my seed deep within her, ensuring nothing is wasted as we wait for it to bloom.
I slide back onto the bed, then gently guide her down with me until we’re lying on our sides, her back pressed flush against my chest. I reach over and pull the blankets over us, tucking her in.
My arm wraps around her waist, my hand splayed possessively across her stomach. It’s still flat and soft. But not for long. I run my hand over it in a lazy, hypnotic circle, imagining the changes to come. The slight swell, the taut skin, and the life that will grow right here under my palm. “You’ll be so beautiful when this is round and swollen.” I leave a soft kiss against her skin. “My beautiful, fertile girl. Carrying my baby.”
She sighs, a contented, sleepy sound, and snuggles against me, her body relaxing completely. I tighten my hold on her,my hand still stroking her belly. “I’m going to take such good care of you,” I promise, my voice a low rumble behind her ear. “You’ll never want for anything. You and our babies. You’ll have the best of everything in Chicago.”
She turns her head slightly, her cheek brushing against my arm. “Jagger?” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“Yes, Doc?”
