Chapter 31 #2
“What can you do if I were?”
She knows I’m taunting her because her hands are bound. Nothing’s forcing her to keep them over her head besides her choice. She opens her mouth wide and playfully licks all the way around her lips. Then she flicks her tongue like I do when I’m going down on her.
Tempting.
Instead, I reach for the vibrator she picked out. She says it’ll have to do when I’m traveling. I warned her with a spanking that she’ll only get herself off when I give her permission and can watch on a video call.
I turn it on the lowest setting and slip it into her.
She’s breathing evenly, but I know she’s waiting for me to turn it up.
Such a shame I won’t yet. Instead, I strip and grab the bottle of lube before withdrawing the vibrator.
Her cream coats it, but I add lube to it.
Then, I lift her legs and duck beneath the spreader to kneel between her thighs, the bar resting on my shoulders.
I ease the vibrator into her ass, and she yelps.
She obviously didn’t hear me turn it up.
I pour lube onto my fingers and ease two into her cunt.
I work her with slow purpose. I rub her G-spot, my other hand pressing on her belly right where I know she loves it.
I know she wants me to fill her more. I ease my ring finger into her, watching it and thinking about what it would be like to see a wedding band on it.
I’m not as opposed to that thought as I was a couple months ago when I recognized Javier and Madeline were on their way to an engagement.
“Papí, por favor!”
Flora’s plea brings my full attention back to her.
A wave of guilt hits me for not being entirely attentive to her, but I remind myself I was daydreaming about us.
But I want to be present for this and enjoy every hitch of her breath as I edge her.
I work my pinky into her, and she shifts her hips.
I recognize her unspoken plea for my thumb to rub her clit, but that’s not what I want.
I twist the vibrator in her ass, and she practically screams when she feels my fingers press against it through the thin layer of skin separating them. I know the sensation is intense from how her abdomen clenches, and she breathes through it.
“Can you take more?”
“Por favor!”
I twist my wrist as I work my fingers farther into her. The spreader helps prepare her cunt for my full hand. I’m careful not to press into her before she’s fully ready for me. When I can, I slide in until the heel of my palm is all I see.
“Ay, Papí. Mucho!”
My fingers brush deep inside her cunt, and I feel her cervix. I stroke over it, and she bucks. I’m not sure if her conscious mind is even in control of her body anymore as I watch sweat bead along her hairline. She’s panting, and her hips undulate to their own rhythm.
“Fuck, Pablo. The urge to pee is supposed to be a warning. I think I’m going to squirt.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“The bed.”
I look around and grab my button down. I don’t even want to know what the dry cleaner thinks if there’s any odor when I drop it off tomorrow. I place it beneath her hips and continue to stroke and slide my hand in and out.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. I think it’s going to happen.”
“Take the blindfold off, chica.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She snatches it off and practically flings it across the bed. Her bound wrists don’t allow her to use her elbows to prop herself up. She pushes the pillows beneath her shoulders as best she can as she watches.
“Fuck, chiquita.”
Her body squirts just like she predicted. Her spray coats my wrist and forearm. My free thumb rubs her clit finally, and she screams.
“?Sí!”
When she falls back against the pillows, I ease my hand out.
But I waste no time thrusting my dick into her.
I’m almost coming when I’m balls deep. I’m slowly rocking my hips, or this will be over before she gets off with a regular orgasm.
I feel the vibrator against my dick, and the pulsating vibrations create a struggle between my balls and my brain.
I grind my pubic bone against her clit, knowing that’s what she needs to get off.
We’ve been together over two months, and she hasn’t gotten her period.
She warned me—or rather reminded me since I took as much biology as she did—that it could mean nothing since she’s been on the pill for years, and this has been an extraordinarily stressful month for her.
We aren’t reading anything into it. But I know I felt her cervix slightly dilated.
I want to get her pregnant. I want to have a family with her.
“Daddy, you feel so good. I love that you’re bare.”
“You love taking all my cum.”
“I do.”
One day soon, she’ll be saying that in front of a priest. My mind flashes to her with a slightly rounded belly.
Not so much that anyone else can see it under her gown, but we’d know.
I lower myself onto my forearms and pull the satin band from her wrists.
Immediately, she reaches for my hips, her hands finding the grooves she loves to hold on to while we fuck and make love.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck a baby into your soft belly?”
“Yes!”
“You’re my little cum slut to fuck.”
“I am, Daddy. I want it.”
“You belong to me, chiquita. I’ll fuck you whenever I want.
I’ll breed you whenever I want. Your body is mine to do whatever I want with.
I’ve marked your skin. I’ll control your pleasure.
I’ll claim every part of you when you carry our child.
There’ll be nothing that isn’t mine when my cum takes root. ”
“Fuck. Keep talking that way. I’m close.”
“My little whore’s begging for me to breed her.”
“Yes!”
“Everyone will know you belong to me when they know I’ve fucked a baby into you. No one will doubt you’re the only woman I want. The only woman I crave.”
“Rougher, Daddy. Make me have your baby.”
Who knew breeding kink was my thing on top of hearing her call me Daddy and Papí?
The one thing I’ve avoided since I started having sex is the one thing I want now.
If we didn’t want a family, Flora would’ve gone back on the pill.
It’s odd to think today was the first time we said “I love you.” I think we’ve just known but been nervous to admit it.
We accepted weeks ago that we might have a family if we kept having sex without protection. That hasn’t slowed us.
A proposal is next.
I know exactly how I’ll do it.