Chapter 30 Inappropriate
Inappropriate
Leo
For some occasions, I’d hide the collar under a shirt and a tie, but tonight, I wore a sheer black V-neck top, the plunging neckline pointing right to my swiftly growing belly, and loose satin pants. I was hyperaware of the plug in my hole, keeping a load of Davidson’s cum inside me.
Pregnant, plugged, and collared, I held on to my husband’s arm, trying to keep the smug smile off my face long enough to say hello to the most important people.
Sullivan Aerospace annual New Year’s gala had grown in popularity, and this year, Davidson had had to double the security measures because of the paparazzi expected outside.
Maybe some of it was my fault—being absent from the limelight and then appearing on the other side of the country with a swiftly growing baby bump gained me way more public attention than I wanted.
Lawrence and Ernest came early and wouldn’t stay long. Lawrence was about to give birth any day since twins usually came a little earlier, and he wasn’t keen to prance around a party carrying a ginormous belly until midnight.
Immediately, Ernest and Davidson dove into their endless debates about aerodynamic tunnels and waterproof sensors and whatnot. Lawrence elbowed me gently, smirking like the cat who got all the cream.
“I love the collar,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered back.
He laughed. “So, how are you doing? Peeing all the time? Or only peeing when not currently asleep?”
I shrugged. “Horny and hungry, but those two are quite enjoyable when one has an abundance of resources.”
“No need to be so smug about it.”
“Sorry. I’m sure I’ll be commiserating soon enough.”
My friend took a sip of his nonalcoholic champagne and wrinkled his nose. “This tastes like watered-down fruit soda.”
“I know. Stay away from those. Do you want me to get you something else?”
“No. I’m fine. Would be nice not having to go to the bathroom during the next thirty minutes. I’ve just been.”
Chuckling, I patted his shoulder. “Not long now.”
“I can’t wait for them to get the hell out of my body. Also, I can’t see how my stomach will ever turn back to semi-normal after this.”
“Are you enjoying some perks?”
At that, he smiled. “We are.” He leaned to whisper into my ear. “My nipples are freakishly sensitive. This afternoon, I came just from that.”
Memories of the time I’d had lover’s milk flooded my mind. “Nursing?”
“Uh-huh. Love that.”
“Then you’re close, right?”
“A few more days, maybe.”
I glanced down at his stomach. From this angle, it looked like it could fit one more Lawrence.
“Um. Can I ask something personal?” I considered Lawrence a friend, but since I hadn’t had a great track record in keeping friends, I trod carefully.
“More personal than my mate sucking my nipples until I came?” The corners of Lawrence’s mouth twitched, and I had to laugh. He looked super proper, but when you got to know him, he was a monster-loving horndog just like me, and hilarious to boot.
“Maybe equally personal.”
“Shoot.”
“How’s the sex later in pregnancy? The book says it should be fine. But doesn’t it get weird?”
Lawrence seemed to think about it. “I worried it might, but no. If anything, we fuck more often now. After week thirty-five, we’re on twice a day at least. Feels different, but no, not weird at all. We love it.”
“That’s awesome.”
He blushed a little, surely preparing to tell me one of those things he considered over the top, knowing I’d already done something ten times worse. “Um. I asked Ernest to tie me up last weekend.”
“Okay. How did it feel?”
He looked around the room noncommittally, but his ears glowed like traffic lights.
“Interesting. I still don’t get the whole obedience thing, but not being able to move was definitely hot.
” Glancing at my collar again, he shook his head.
“I must say, you look sexy as hell with that thing around your neck.”
I bent my head in a mock bow. “Thank you.”
“This is incredible. Last year, I was listening to engineering and business chitchat for three hours straight, and this year, I’m talking kink with you. Thank you, Leo, for entering our lives. I owe you.”
Laughing, I hugged his shoulders. “Thanks for the great welcome.”
Sadly, Lawrence did need to go to the bathroom again soon, and Ernest accompanied him, so we mingled as was required.
We said hello to Felix and the governor, and I finally met the rumored “Manny” whom Lawrence once threatened to sic on my mate. Emanuel Bracknell, Ernest’s omega dad, was indeed fear-inducing in the way he seemed to see straight into your soul.
His excited “I’ve heard so much about you, Leonard!” sounded just a little threatening. But he was very kind to me, aiming his sarcastic jabs exclusively at my husband, who took them with grace.
As the hours went, I became more and more aware of the plug.
I would have gotten hard, but luckily, the armor-like jockstrap I wore worked almost like a chastity device.
Which of course, while preventing me from showing a boner in polite society, made me even hornier.
It was our party, though, and we couldn’t leave early.
I squirmed, leaning onto Davidson more heavily, and he noticed.
When one of his extraordinarily chatty finance people finally left us alone, Davidson brushed my ear with his lips.
“Are you comfortable, omega?”
The tease. Of course, he would call me that. “I’m not supposed to lie to my Master.”
“No. You must always tell the truth.”
“I’m uncomfortable.”
“Why?”
“My hole is sensitive, and I can’t stop thinking about your cum plugged in me.”
“That’s unlucky. It’s not even midnight. You need to control yourself.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“You’d better. You’re not allowed to take the plug out.”
“I won’t, Master.”
I jerked when a loud voice intruded into our little bubble. “Davidson, what a wonderful night! I haven’t met your husband yet.”
Oh Lord. Not again.
Judging by the annoyed frown on my man’s face, I wasn’t the only one who deemed the interruption rude.
“Gregory, good evening,” Davidson said, sounding a little irritated. “This is my husband, Leonard Sullivan, and this is Gregory Crane. He’s an esteemed board member here at Sullivan Aerospace.”
“Nice to meet you, sir.” I took the offered hand, and the old man leered, looking me up and down. Dressed as I was, I expected the looks, and most of the time, I took it as a compliment, but this man was way too blatant in ogling me. My husband stood right next to me, for fuck’s sake.
“Please, call me Gregory. I’d heard the rumors that old Davidson here had snatched quite a jewel, but oh my, you’re even more beautiful up close, Leonard.”
I managed a tense smile and looked over the man’s shoulder. I saw Finlay Bracknell in the crowd, but before I could make eye contact and wordlessly beg for him to come and save us, Davidson solved the situation for me.
“I’m so sorry, but we can’t chat right now. Leo needs to sit down for a moment. He was just telling me about his back killing him. It’s the pregnancy, you see.”
I was completely fine, of course. Not that back issues were common for this early in pregnancy anyway, and as a dragon mate, I wouldn’t have any at all.
But Gregory Crane bought the excuse. He gave me a smile a tad less sleazy than before.
“Of course, I understand. Congratulations, by the way. It’s high time for you, Davidson, huh? We’re not getting any younger.”
“No, we’re not. Excuse us, please. I’ll come and find you later, and we’ll have a drink.”
“Sure, sure. I’ll be waiting.”
Davidson was already leading me away to the elevators, his hand on my lower back. Once inside, he hit the button for the floor higher up.
The executive reception was deserted, and our steps echoed in the dim hallways.
Davidson ushered me into his office, locking the door behind us.
I sincerely hoped we were here to get off, but I didn’t dare to say a word.
I stood in the middle of the room, and Davidson prowled around me, eyeing me with his amber eyes.
“Still uncomfortable?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take off your shoes and pants.”
Since he didn’t say anything about the jockstrap, I left it on.
“Stand facing my desk and brace your hands on top of it.”
Oh yes, please.
“What was that?”
Had I made a sound? I must have.
He leaned close and brushed my naked ass with his palm. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Say it.”
“You’re going to spank me.”
“Is it a punishment? Did you do something wrong?”
“No, Master. I’ve been good. I sucked your cock this morning, thought of you for the whole day, and after you fucked me this evening, I kept your cum safe like you told me.”
“Why would I spank you, then?”
“Because you know I love it. My ass will burn in my pants for the rest of the night. It’s a reward, not a punishment.”
“That’s right.”
And slap. Oh God. The fancy clothes we were wearing, all the people downstairs, the plug…
All of that made the spanking so deliciously wrong.
The plug jostled in me with each hit of Davidson’s palm, and as he angled the spanks to cover my skin all over, it felt better and better. I might come just from this.
Before I could, he stopped.
“Take off the jockstrap.”
Knees shaking, I held on to the desk with one hand and slid the underwear down. He kicked it aside.
“Chest on the desk, c’mon.”
I pushed my ass out. The sound of his zipper made me grin with excitement. Would he jerk off on my reddened ass?
No, Davidson was way more brazen than that. He pulled the plug out. Immediately, I felt wetness leak out of my hole.
“Would you look at that? And you’ve been walking around my party like this? You look like such a nice husband with your smiles and your little baby bump, but you’re still just a filthy, wanton slut.”
And he thrust into me.
He was purposeful and firm, holding me by my hips and fucking me root to tip, lighting me up on the inside with a thousand fires.