Chapter 25
REN
“ E xplain to me what you mean by that?” She looks down at me fiercely as I spread kisses all across her flat, toned tummy and ignore her.
I’m too busy taking satisfaction in the fact that somewhere in there, a part of me is growing inside her.
A tiny little person who's gonna make all of Eloise’s wishes come true.
“Ren, you said it wasn’t good for me to get mad; tell me something that's gonna calm me down,” she warns me.
“You saw the drawings; they weren’t new. I’ve been drawing the way you’d look carrying my child for years.” I stroke my fingers over her skin and smile to myself when I think of how it’s gonna look when it starts to expand.
“How did you…? You can’t just make this kind of thing happen.” My poor girl looks so confused, but then again, she’s had a lot to take in.
“If you need a biology lesson, baby girl, I’m happy to give you one.” I tilt my head at her as I make my way back up to her mouth. “ Why do you think I’ve been so relentless in my efforts to come inside you?”
“But you…I’ve been–”
“You weren’t on the pill, Kitten, you never took a Plan B.
I made sure there was nothing standing in the way of me knocking you up.
When I untie you from these ropes, you can slap me, you can scratch me, and you can yell, but I saw the way you kept stroking your tummy on the way here.
You're just as happy about the condition I’ve put you in as I am.
” Her lips twitch when she can’t deny it, and I kiss her before she can ruin the moment by telling me I’m wrong.
“Ren.” She waits for me to pull away so she can get her breath back.
“Do you have any idea how warped and fucked-up this is?” She’s doing her best to be angry, but she needs to try better; her eyes can’t lie, and they’re smiling back at me, sparkling with the same thrill that was there the first time I fucked her under those train tracks.
“Probably as warped and fucked-up as it is to put cameras in your home. Do you think for a moment that I’m sorry for any of the warped things I’ve done? Look at where we are.”
“You think having a big house and a fancy car makes all this okay? You knocked me up, Ren.” She growls in frustration and tugs against her ropes.
“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna forget that I need to be gentle with you,” I tease her, slipping my hands between her legs, and when I feel how wet she is through the fabric of her panties, I raise my eyebrows.
“It seems being all tied up gets my little kitten wet.” I slide my hand into the side of them so I can feel her against my fingers. “Look at this needy pussy, all desperate for attention.” I circle her entrance with my fingertip, making her hips lift off the mattress for more.
“You like being tied up for me?” I dip my finger into her soaked, wet snatch, loving the way she clutches hold of it.
“Ren.” She looks at me warningly.
“It has nothing to do with the house or the car. None of that shit matters to me. What I meant was look at where we are.”
She’s still looking confused, so I start to explain.
“You’re mine. I never thought that would happen. We have no more secrets, and now we have this.” I kiss along her pantyline and feel like the world’s luckiest man.
Eloise Meadows is carrying my baby in this perfect little body of hers.
“You can be mad at me, but we both know you like the things I do to you.” I move back up her body and slide my nose up her cheek.
“You like knowing that I’m always watching.
You like the fact that I’ll get my hands dirty for you, and you love that you have my baby tucked safely in this pretty little tummy. I tap my fingers across it.
Eloise swallows thickly but makes no attempts to deny that I’m right.
“All those times I was fucking you, I wanted so badly to tell you what I had planned for us,” I whisper in her ear, and feel her breath hitch. “You saw for yourself in my sketches how beautiful you look when you're knocked up. Can you blame me for wanting to make it happen so fast?”
“I still can’t believe this is happening.” She looks up at the ceiling, but the smile on her face is undeniable.
“You gonna thank me, Kitten?”
“Thank you?” She turns her attention back to me, looking shocked.
“What for? Deceiving me? For invading my privacy… and my womb?” She’s getting all flustered, and when I curl my finger inside her and stroke that spot that never fails to make her moan, she seems to calm down.
“No, Kitten. For making you a mom, just like you always wanted. For putting my baby inside you, and for how I’m gonna fucking worship you while you carry it.”
“I should kick you in the balls,” she snarls back at me, but there's a snigger behind that anger, and the way her pussy soaks my fingers, tells me that she won’t stay mad for long.
Moving back down her body I roll her panties down her thighs and place my lips between the; admiring how her pussy glistens for me and wondering if it’ll taste different now that she’s pregnant. Something tells me it’s going to taste just that little bit sweeter.
I test it with my tongue, gliding it through her pussy lips, lapping up her juices and listening to her moan.
It’s all the evidence I need to know that Eloise Meadows can forgive me for all my sins. It may take her a little time, but I’ve proved how patient I can be.
“This doesn't mean you’re forgiven.” I swear she must be a mindreader as she bucks her hips against mine and starts to come for me. I gaze up her body and watch her pull tighter at the ropes, tasting her pleasure and listening to her moans.
“I’m gonna have to go careful with you for a while.” I kiss my way back up to her mouth, taking out my cock and letting it rest on her stomach. “Slow and steady sound good to you, Kitten?” I spread her knees wider, sinking my hard cock deep into her pussy.
“Holy fuck, Ren!” She tenses as her fingers grip the rope.
“You think you're gonna like it here with me?” I whisper as I slowly move inside her.
“Do I have a choice?” I pull myself back from her lips so I can look down at that sassy look I know she’ll be giving me.
“No.” I take that bottom lip in my teeth and drag it.
“Then show me.” She waits until it’s popped free before she looks at me intensely and steadies her breath.
“Show you what?” I frown back at her
“What those pictures were, what it is about my pain that gets you off.” I blink when I realize what she’s asking.
“Eloise, they were just pictures. Sick thoughts in my head that I?—”
“That you’ve had about me,” she interrupts.
“I want to feel Ren, I want to see if it gets me off, too.” She looks scared and vulnerable, and I shouldn’t even be considering seeing through this request, but she did spend a long time looking at the picture she took home with her.
Maybe it was more out of curiosity than disgust.
“You want me to cut you?” I have to make sure Eloise is sure about this.
“I’ve got a safe word.” She shrugs, biting down on her swollen lip and making my cock twitch inside her.
“Okay.” I pull out and stand up from the bed, heading over to my closet, and reaching up to the top shelf.
“What is that?” She looks even more scared when I place the velvet-covered box on the bed by her feet and open it..
“This was my grandfather's, maybe his before him. It’s mine now.” I press my finger to the tip of the antique knife, testing if it’s as sharp as I can remember.
“It’s pretty.” She looks a little shocked by her own words as she focuses on the silver handle in my hand.
“You sure about this?” I check again.
“I’m sure.” She nods her head as I climb back onto the bed and rest between her open thighs.
“Have you done this before?” Her voice sounds hesitant, and her breathing is much faster.
“Never. There’s no one else I’d wanna do this with.” I try to hide how nervous I am, myself.
“I wanna do it.” She looks down on me with bright, reassuring eyes, even if she does have a tremor in her voice.
“Me, too.” I’m guessing that her trusting me to cut through her skin and make it bleed is her way of telling me that she’s all in. She can’t be scared of the monster if she’s letting him loose at her with a blade.
“Not too deep.” She tenses as I press the blade against the skin on her inner thigh.
“You can trust me,” I promise, slowly slicing through her skin just enough to watch a steady stream of blood start to spill from it.
I smile as it drips onto the bedsheets, then, leaning down, I press my tongue against the wound.
Breathing her in as I lick her clean. She purrs, just like I always imagined she would, and when I sit back up on my knees, I let her watch as I lick her blood from the blade.
“You taste incredible.” I rub my lips together, reaching forward to kiss her so she can get a taste of herself and when she makes a cute little hum into my mouth, I slide my cock back inside her.
“I love you, Ren.” The words come out of her mouth so fast they shock me still. “Oh, I’m sorry, was that too much?” She’s got that sarcastic grin on her face again, and it makes me drop the knife in my hand so I can grip around her throat.
“I love you, too, Kitten, and I’m sorry that my love has to be such a curse. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” Taking her lip between my teeth, I bite down hard, causing her a little more of that pain she’s becoming addicted to.
“You’ll be the cursed one, you're gonna regret knocking me up when these hormones kick in, Ren…” She pauses, looking horrified.
“What?” Suddenly, I worry that I’ve taken things too far or done something to hurt her.
“I just realized I don’t know your last name. I’m pregnant with your child, and I don’t even know your last name.”
“You’ll know it soon enough, cause it’s gonna be yours.” I smile at her in relief.
“Is that some kinda proposal?” She giggles, looking happier than I’ve ever seen her. Despite everything she’s learned today, she looks fucking happy. It’s amazing what can change in twenty-four hours
“Proposing something means you got a say in it. You're gonna be my wife before our baby gets here,” I assure her, thrusting inside her harder
“And what if I’m not the marrying kind?” She tests my patience, and I squeeze her neck a little tighter.
“Then too fuckin’ bad.” I kiss the sass out of her lips and make her come for me again.