Chapter 40 Mine
Forty. Mine
Tamara
I wonder if other people are like me when they’re horny, because I’ve been doing copious amounts of research.
Everything from positions to provide the most pleasure during pregnancy to how I can make my man lose his mind.
Patrick’s taken such good care of me the last few months, I want to return the favour.
Which led to the blow job at the front door.
Although that was mostly fuelled by my frustration with the women talking about him online.
Like they have any hope of earning his affection.
Clearly the article about us at the cake tasting and my pregnancy was ignored.
The Instagram alert showed me things—reels with shirtless pictures, photographs with disgusting captions and confessions of love.
I don’t blame them for wanting to do it all with my man, but he’s mine and none of them can have him. Not even in their dreams.
Gathering our clothes, I walk into the bedroom and toss everything into the hamper. Patrick’s sitting in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard. His eyes follow my every move, tongue sliding out to wet his lips and when his gaze meets mine, goosebumps explode over my skin.
“How do you feel about being tied up, Trick?”
“I feel really good about it.”
“Such a good boy,” I whisper and his face lights up. Of course my baby daddy likes being praised.
In the cupboard we now share, I grab four different coloured bandanas and climb into bed.
His jaw flexes as I crawl forward on my hands and knees, fully aware my breasts are swaying crazily.
It clearly does something for him. His fingers twitch before he drops them to the bed.
I straddle his thighs and bite my bottom lip as I tie two bandanas together before using them to attach his arms to the headboard.
I make sure they’re not too tight and he tests them when asked, then I settle on his lap and he sighs.
“You like being my good boy, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And what do good boys get when they do what they’re told?
He leans forward a little and says, “Rewarded.”
I hum and lean in too, his dick twitching between us. “And how do you want to be rewarded, Daddy?”
“Any way that works for you,” he whispers.
“Good choice,” I say and wrap my hands around his cock.
He hisses as I stroke him. Our eyes stay locked the whole time, his lips part and mine lift in a smile.
If I hadn’t tied him up, Patrick would have me pinned to the bed and his cock buried inside me with punishing thrusts.
I’ve let him manhandle and toss me around the way he likes.
I’ve let him command and demand everything from me.
But tonight is mine.
“Did you know folks on the internet are obsessed with you?” I ask and his eyes widen. “They post pictures with filthy captions. Things they want to do to you, things they want you to do to them.”
“Lo.” It comes out on a choke when I squeeze him, my thumb moving back and forth over his crown. The bead of moisture slides down his dick and I use it as lubricant as I keep stroking.
“None of them know what you’re capable of,” I continue and he groans. I drag my thumb along the vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. “And you know what’s happening in the comments?”
He blinks slowly before he speaks. “What?”
“They’re fighting over you, Trick. Apparently you belong to them.”
“Fuck. No,” he grunts as I twist both hands around his length. His hands are balled into fists and he could rip himself out of the restraints if he wants. But he loves me, he won’t. “I belong to you.”
“We should let them know.”
“Yes. How?”
I love that he’s so turned on, he can only speak in monosyllables. Each word is laced with lust and frustration.
“Should I take a picture of us fucking?”
His eyes widen and he shakes his head.
“Maybe one of you naked in my bed.”
This time he smirks, but still shakes his head.
“Then what can we do?” I hum and cup his balls. Patrick’s head falls back and the sexiest sound comes out of him. I smile as I take in his delicious neck. “Maybe I should mark you up.”
He grunts and I chuckle. I don’t think he even knows what he’s saying or doing. I roll his balls in my hand, squeezing as I do the same with his cock. He moans my name and it sends a shiver up my spine.
“Speak, Daddy,” I say with another squeeze and his head snaps forward, dark eyes meeting mine. Oh god, I think I came a little.
“I don’t care what you do, Lotus. I’m yours and you’re mine. You’ve always been mine,” he says slowly. My breath hitches at the low rumble of his voice, then suddenly it switches to something softer, more desperate as he adds, “Please stop playing with me.”
Biting my bottom lip, I smile. It’s a nice change being the one in charge, having all the power.
With one hand still around his cock, I use the other to tease myself.
I hold my breath as I drag a finger through my folds, spreading myself open.
Patrick’s groan makes me smile, despite how turned on I am.
Between the blow job and all this teasing, it’s a miracle I haven’t come yet.
I push two fingers inside and moan loudly.
My head falls back and my grip on him loosens.
“Attagirl, Lotus.”
I slide my fingers deeper. When I touch my clit, he whines.
My head lolls and I force my eyes open as the soft sounds as I fuck myself echo through the room.
Patrick meets my gaze and my inner walls clench at the look on his face.
It’s no surprise I’m pregnant or the women online want him.
This man is dangerous. My hand moves along his cock slowly as I twist my fingers and a quiver rolls through me.
“Enough. Tamara,” he warns when I don’t stop and reluctantly pull out.
I release him at the same time, both of us breathing heavily.
I’m glad I was able to affect him a little with my torture.
Licking my lips, I lift onto my knees and he nods, gaze burning into me as I align our hips.
He never looks away as I grip him in one hand and notch him at my entrance.
Another sound comes out of him and I bite my lip as I lower myself slowly.
I grab his shoulders and roll my hips, sliding down inch by inch until my ass rests on his thighs.
His cock twitches inside me and both of us moan.
In this position he hits all the deeper spots, places he’s reached before, but never like this.
“Oh fuck, Trick.”
“Jesus, Lo. I need you to move, baby.”
I nod, but don’t budge. I’m incapable of doing anything but catching my breath right now.
The minute I shift my hips, I know I’ll come.
He thrusts up and as expected, an orgasm rolls through me.
My fingers dig into his shoulders and he moans as I soak him.
But he’s not done. He thrusts again and this time I’m prepared.
I press down and he growls, glazed eyes meeting mine.
“Be a good boy. I promise I’ll give you everything.”
“Everything?”
I nod, rocking my hips back and forth slowly. His cock pulses, but I don’t stop. I move in slow circles, then swivel my hips in figure-eights. He leans back, gaze dark and focused, as I take my time, riding him steadily.
“Lotus,” he moans and I smirk. He’s starting to lose his control and I love it. “Fuck me. Mark me. And give me what I need.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, baby,” he whispers and when our eyes connect, I melt at what I see. “Love me.”
Leaning in, I press my mouth to his and the kiss rocks through me.
His tongue seeks entrance and I part my lips.
A whimper echoes between us and it takes me a minute to realise Patrick made the sound.
I hold his face in both hands and deepen the kiss, feeling every bit of his love in the way his tongue and lips move against mine.
My hips haven’t stopped; everything gets faster as a shiver runs up my spine.
When the kiss breaks, we stare at each other.
Like this is something new. Like we haven’t spent the last two months saying I love you every chance we got.
He smiles and my heart twirls. This man is forever my entire heart and soul.
My walls flutter and clench around him, which causes his head to tip back, and he groans loudly.
I drag a hand down his jaw to his neck and wrap my fingers around it as I continue to fuck him.
His strong thighs support me beautifully as I explore his throat.
The veins and muscles, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as I graze it.
I press my other hand to his chest and lean in, my hips lifting off his slightly.
He shudders and I mirror him when the cool air of the AC hits my pussy in this position.
That doesn’t stop me from pressing my mouth to his neck and I suck.
“Attagirl,” he breathes out as I catch his skin between my teeth and tug. His head falls to the other side and I suck harder, very turned on by how much power I have over my Viking right now.
I release him and smile at the red mark on his skin—a combination of my lipgloss and my teeth marks. I trace it with my thumb and find Patrick watching me curiously.
“Mine,” I whisper and he nods.
My hips drop and he groans as I take him inside me again.
My gaze flicks to the restraints and when I notice his hands are relaxed, I put my attention on my baby daddy.
His eyes are hooded, but I can feel his stare as I shift on him.
His jaw flexes and I do it again, making him growl.
I raise my hips and slam down on him again, his head lolling.
My second orgasm is right there, I can feel it, but I’m fighting it.
I want to completely ruin this man first.
This time when I lift my hips, I grab his jaw to keep his attention on me. He blinks slowly, tongue flicking out and the pink is so stark against the dark hair of his beard. I drop on him again and even though his eyes roll back in his head, he brings them back to me.
“Eyes on me, Trick.”
He nods and I loosen my grip on his chin, cradling his face instead. He leans into my touch and I smile.
“I need the whole fucking world to know something.” I settle my hips against his, rolling them hard.
His lips part, but no sound comes out. When I grind against him, he whines and I raise onto my knees, allowing only his tip to stay inside me.
His attention never wavers, even when I wiggle my hips.
I slam down on him and we gasp in unison and the next time I do it, my breath catches.
“Lotus,” he moans.
I bite down on my lip, lift again and when I drop, I say, “You.” Hips up, then down.
“Are.” Hips slide up, pussy clenching tight around his dick before I slam back down.
“Mine.” I do it again and this time when I drop my hips to his, I come so hard my vision goes black for a few seconds.
When I blink into focus, Patrick’s smiling and I sway with pleasure.
The sound of cloth tearing echoes in the room, but I’m delirious enough not to care and then I’m on my back, staring up at Patrick.
“Is it my turn?” he asks, tilting his head to show me the mark on his neck.
I bite my lip and nod. His mouth curves into a smirk as he drags a hand along my leg, carefully guiding it up around his waist and does the same with the other side.
The lust coating my vision makes it difficult to see what he’s doing, but I rely on feelings to tighten my legs around his hips.
Then he fills me in one hard thrust and my back arches off the bed.
“You’re so fucking hot when you take charge, Lo. When you take what you want.”
“Trick…” I whine and his responding chuckle is dark.
“Patience, my love. I’m going to take what I want now.”
I slide my hands up his arms to grip his biceps as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
My head tips back and he does it again, my whole body shaking.
He fucks me hard, every stroke deep and slow.
I don’t realise we’re moving across the bed until my head hangs over the side.
I dig into his arms, but Patrick doesn’t stop.
He raises my hips as he fucks into me roughly.
Then with a few more hard thrusts, his hot cum fills me as I come again.
With his hands on my sides, he turns us until we’re facing each other.
A light sheen of sweat coats both of us and I tremble as the cold AC brushes over my warm skin.
Patrick’s hands slide over my belly and stay there as we catch our breath.
When he finally pulls out, another shiver runs through my body.
But my eyes are fixed on his face as he stares at my pussy and I whimper when his fingers press against the entrance and slide inside.
“You’re perfect,” he says softly, reverently. “You’re mine and you’re perfect.”
I smile and stretch my hands out. He sits up and lifts me, tugging me into his lap. I frame his face with my hands and stare into his beautiful light brown eyes. “You’re mine and I am perfect.”
Patrick chuckles and steals a kiss. I do the same and when he does it once more, I smile.
We slide out of bed, but I don’t check the damage between my legs—one, I can’t see past my stomach and two, it doesn’t really matter.
I walk to the bathroom, stretching to work out all the kinks in my body, then twist the knobs until the water’s the right temperature.
As Patrick joins me, I tie my hair and wrap it in a shower cap.
Washing curly hair is a process that takes hours and I’m too tired for it right now.
We step into the shower stall, the hot water hitting me right where I need it.
Patrick’s arms slip around me and he washes my inner thighs, around my pussy, getting rid of all the cum sticking to me.
Then he switches the knob to only cold water.
He’s figured out my bathing routine—hot to wash off the day, then cold to cool down—and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
He squirts shower gel into his hands and presses it to my stomach, massaging the soap into my skin slowly.
“Hey, Lo?”
“Yeah, Trick?”
“I’m really glad it’s you.”
I smile and lean back against him. “It was always meant to be you.”