Royal Sons MC

Chapter Two

Ayesha was so fuckinghappy her morning sickness had passed. When King finally let her up after their morning lovemaking, Ayesha felt pleasantly sore and well-loved. The crackers hadn’t helped, but the toast and tea seemed to do the trick, which now King was bound and determined to ensure she had every morning before she got up. Ayesha hoped she”d convinced him that their way of lovemaking wasn’t harmful or wrong. For fuckssake, how had the man come to that conclusion? He’d been a Dom long before her. She hadn’t known that was what she’d craved until he’d introduced her to the lifestyle. Now, she couldn’t imagine not having him tie her up and spank her. She loved being at his mercy and the power exchange that came with being his sub. It was in his very being, and she knew he couldn’t just turn it off because she was pregnant. “If he can’t get it with me, he’ll turn to others,” she whispered.

“Who will?” Tiana asked.

Ayesha gasped, her hand flying to her throat. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She’d thought she was alone in the house since her sister had left to go shopping with Tai earlier.

“We got back about fifteen minutes ago. Didn’t you hear me call your name?” Tiana stepped in front of her, dropping several bags by their feet.

“It must’ve been when the water was running.” That”s a flimsy excuse, but whatever.

Tiana snorted. “Or you were busy daydreaming. Now, spill. What’s the matter? And don’t lie to me. You know I can always tell when you do. You get this tick and can’t look me in the eye. I’ll call King and tell him you’re hiding something, and then you’ll be in big trouble, sister.”

“That is so not fair. You’re supposed to be on my side,” Ayesha whined. Gah, she actually whined. It had to be hormones.

“Whatevs. Spill.” Tiana crossed her arms over her chest and stood there like she had planned on chilling there until the dogs came home or King did.

“I’m worried King will find others to make him happy when I can’t. There, happy now?” She swiped at her cheeks, hating the weakness the tears showed.

“Oh, sis, that man is so head over ass in love with you he’d never do that,” Tiana reassured her.

Ayesha shook her head. “You don’t understand, T. I’m pregnant, and he’s scared he’ll hurt me if we...we make love like we do.” She flapped her hands in the air. No way was she going to explain to her little sister about her and King’s sex life.

“You mean he’s worried if he ties you up and spanks you, or bends you over one of his benches, or whips you with one of his things? That smart man thinks he’ll hurt the little nugget in your belly? That’s just crazy. I mean, sure, you two might have to curb your playing a little, you know, no electric play and no hitting close to the stomach. You might look into BDSM play for pregnant women. I can do some research for you if you’d like.” Tiana turned back toward the table where she’d put her purse.

“Oh, my gawd, you know about us, and...and that?” Ayesha stared at her sister, unsure if she should be shocked or scandalized.

The younger girl looked over her shoulder with her phone in hand. “Um, it’s a little hard not to. What with us living in the same house and all? I didn’t go snooping, but I’ve explored the house. Your playroom isn’t locked or anything. I was curious but didn’t want to ask. Also, your marks are sometimes visible, but you seem happy. I asked King once. He was frank and said I could ask you if I wanted. Instead, I watched the two of you together. You two were clearly happy. In fact, I’ve never seen you more so in all my life.”

“I am happy, T. If he turns to other women, I wouldn’t be okay with that. I couldn’t stay here knowing he was...with others.” She sniffed, hating to admit something that would tear her sister’s little safety net apart.

“Trust me, Ayesha, King doesn’t even look at other women, let alone want another filling your shoes or whatever. You know what I mean. King wouldn’t let another woman anywhere near his dick.” Tiana’s arms came around Ayesha.

“I most certainly won’t be having any bitch anywhere near my cock except you, Ayesha. Even after you have our baby and you can’t make love, I won’t be wanting another because the only woman who gets my dick hard is you. Right now, though, the only thing hard is my hand wanting to spank that fine ass for even thinking I’d stray. Thank you, T, for having my back. Can you go visit with Tai while your sister and I get some shit straight?” King walked further into the kitchen.

The jangle of the chain connecting the front of his jeans to the wallet in his back pocket was the only sound in the room, stretching her nerves taut. Ayesha let go of her sister, trying to appear calm.

“Now, King, you realize she’s a bit hormonal, so it’s not her fault. It’s the baby talking, not her,” Tiana said, turning her back to Ayesha as she placed herself between King and her sister.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Go on, get going. Frog is on the porch, waiting to escort you.” King twitched his head toward the front of the house.

“It’s alright, T. You and I know he wouldn’t hurt me. I’ll call you in a while, but I”m pretty sure we have plans for tonight since it’s Valentine’s and all.” Ayesha had planned to cook dinner for them all, but now she may have fucked things up.

King waited until the front door slammed shut before he came to her, his eyes never leaving her face. Ayesha loved his hard focus and intensity, even now when he looked angry and more than a little turned on. “So, you want to repeat what your fears are to me that you said to T?”

She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from blurting out what she had said: “I’m sorry, King.”

He lifted her onto the counter, pushing her legs apart to make room for himself. “I don’t want to hear your apologies, Little Dove. I want to hear your fears so we can work through them. You and I aren’t going to have secrets and lies between us. If you have questions or fears, you tell me or ask me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. The only thing you need to do is be prepared for what you ask for. Now, tell me so we can move past the bullshit in your head.”

Ayesha took a deep breath and told him her worst fear. King placed his hands on either side of her hips, nodding in encouragement. Words flowed from her as he listened. The heat from his big body and dark eyes staring into hers with so much warmth and love...Ayesha couldn’t help but melt into him, nor did she want to. She sighed at the end, watching his face for any sign he was angry at her.

“You finished?” he asked.

She nodded.

“So, let me see if I got this right. You think that I’d find myself another woman to fuck, because the woman who has had me tied in knots since the moment I laid eyes on her, the woman who is gifting me with a piece of the both of us, won’t be able to fuck me for a minute? You think so fucking low of me you think I can’t control my dick or that some bitch might turn me on the way you do?” he growled.

“It sounds stupid when you say it,” she said, blinking away tears from her lashes.

“No, it is fucking stupid, Ayesha. I’d cut my fucking arm off before I’d stick my cock in any other woman’s pussy or mouth. You’re the only woman I want to touch me or vice versa. Feel me?” He pulled her into him. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Little Dove. I think I’m gonna have to show you who is your master. Yes, we’re going to have to modify our play because I refuse to hurt you or our child. Trust me, I’m very fucking good at research, baby.”

Ayesha locked her ankles around his waist, feeling his hardness against her center. “Okay,” she agreed readily.

“You just want to feel my dick?” He pushed against her right where she wanted him.

“Guilty as charged,” she gasped, holding on tighter, even though she knew he wouldn’t drop her.

“Hmm, I like that sound. Let’s see if I can make you gasp and moan when I’m deep inside you.” King went to the door to the basement, a wicked glint in his dark eyes.

“Promise?”

“I’m going to have you begging for my dick before I let you have it, then I’m going to fill every hole you have so you won’t have any doubt just whose body I crave, Little Dove. Remember one thing, though.” He began walking down the stairs, the door closing behind them as the lights came on, illuminating their way.

“What’s that?” she asked, not bothering to look where they were going. They had a family room and two guest bedrooms with their own bathrooms in the basement, but they weren’t as big as his ensuite. There was also a full kitchen that had every amenity they’d need in case shit went south and they needed to hunker down. They also had an escape route only he and his trusted brothers knew about from each home. His home had an additional room attached to their suite. A playroom he’d designed for his particular tastes, he’d told her, and she”d come to enjoy. She was fortunate to have found a man who fulfilled all her needs, even though it was he who said was one lucky fucker his ole’ lady loved what he did. Nobody else was allowed in there, but her sister had taken a little tour since King hadn’t told Tiana she couldn’t. Ayesha was going to have to inform him.

“Why are you biting your lip?” King strode through the large space, skirting the living area, and entered their suite. He kicked the door shut with one big, booted foot without pause, making her breath hitch in anticipation.

“Tiana’s been in our playroom,” she blurted.

King lowered her to her feet by the St. Andrew’s Cross, one brow raised. “Hmm, and did she ask you about it?”

Ayesha lowered her head. “No, she just casually mentioned it. I don’t think it bothers her as long as I’m happy. She didn’t seem freaked out or anything. She actually suggested researching BDSM for pregnant couples.”

“I already did that, but I like that she’s willing to do things that ensure your safety. Do you want me to talk with her about it?” King hooked his pointer finger under her chin and lifted her face until Ayesha met his gaze.

“No, I just wanted you to know. That way, if you felt we should lock our door down here, then, you know, I would be okay with that.” She shrugged. Tiana was a very inquisitive young lady; sometimes, that very thing led her into situations that could get her into trouble.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable with her knowing about our lives, we won’t lock our bedroom, but this door will be locked again. I always had it locked before. We’ll sit down and talk with T together. Now, anything else before we begin?” King asked.

Ayesha shook her head, her body primed and ready for his.

“Take off your clothes and put them over there while I select what I want for your punishment.” He put his finger over her mouth. “Don’t open that pretty little mouth unless you want me to gag you. While I’d love to shove my dick down your throat, that’s not what I’ll be using to silence you with.”

If only he knew how turned on the idea had her, he probably wouldn’t be so...yeah, he would.

Ayesha took her top off, carefully folding it as he’d taught her. Next went her bra, then her leggings, followed by the lacy little panties. She walked over to the dresser by the wall, carefully placing them on top. It wouldn’t do for them to fall over. Although King wasn’t a clean freak, he had exact orders he had laid out in their playroom.

“Very good. Now come here.” He pointed to a spot by his feet in front of the cross.

Time had no meaning as she got into position, letting King take her into his care. Right here, right now, with the man she loved, she let herself go. When he removed his clothes, she was more than ready to feel him, to have him within her.

She was shocked when he spun her around within the modified St. Andrew’s Cross. The huge circle allowed him to twist and turn her to his whims. With her back to him now, she couldn’t see what he was doing, which was an aphrodisiac all on its own.

“Ah, my Little Dove is trembling. Are you scared?” He brushed his fingers along her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine.

“Never,” she answered.

“Good answer. You ready for me?” he asked while gripping her hips.

She inhaled deeply, needing him like she needed her next breath. “God, yes.”

“I need you too. Only you, Little Dove. Never doubt that.” In one move, he pressed home from behind her, gliding one hand down to cup her mound, the other he brought up to her breast.

“Tell me who owns this body, Ayesha,” King grunted.

Ayesha tilted her head to the side to look back at his face. “You.” Her answer would always be him.

“And who do you love fucking this tight pussy, or ass, if I choose?” Each word was accompanied by him moving in and out faster.

“Only you, forever, King.” Nobody else could ever make her feel the way he did.

“Damn right, only me,” he growled, taking the hand off her breast to grip her neck, giving it a slight squeeze while shuttling in and out of her.

She loved the way he held her, dominated her, and made love to her. Her body was tingling, on the verge of coming. “King, oh god. Don’t stop, please.”

“Baby, I have no plans of stopping. If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d be doing my best to get you that way. Come for me, let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock.” He strummed her clit faster and then used his other hand to turn her face to his, taking her lips in a kiss that was every bit as claiming as his body was hers at that moment.

Ayesha screamed into his mouth, careful not to bite his tongue when her body lit up with the first tingles of her orgasm.

“Fuck yeah,” King roared.

His fingers bit into her hips, driving into her harder and harder, his need matching hers. She loved it when he lost control, loved him in all ways. When his body jerked, and his come jetted inside her, she couldn’t help but sigh. Her pleasure was heightened knowing she gave the big bad biker the same as he gave her. “I love you, King Royal.”

“I love you more, baby. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her neck and then her shoulder before easing out of her.

She loved the feel of him leaving her body, only because it was a reminder of where he’d been. The soft tissue felt pleasantly abused, just as she knew she’d have his fingerprints on her hips and his marks on her shoulder and neck. Fuck no, she didn’t want him to stop taking her like this when she got bigger. They could do this even when she was as big as a house.

“You look very satisfied, my love.” King got down on one knee and unhooked her right ankle, placing her foot on the step stool and then doing the same with the other ankle. He stood and unhooked her wrists one at a time, keeping an arm anchored around her so she wouldn’t fall.

“I’m always satisfied with you, King.”

“Let’s clean you up, then rest for a while.” He carried her into the ensuite, turning the water on in the jacuzzi-sized tub.

“King, we don’t have time for me to soak and sleep. I have to cook us dinner. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

The stubborn man didn’t listen to her as he stepped over the side and settled them both into the huge tub, water sloshing over them. “We’re going up to the clubhouse for dinner. The guys and their ole’ ladies are having a party, and we’re invited. You’re not going to work your ass off, so settle and let me take care of you.”

She didn’t really want to go up to the clubhouse, but she wasn’t going to tell him no. Life with King was all about living in the moment and being the best partner for him. He was the president of an MC, which meant he had a shitton of brothers who wanted him to hang out regularly, like daily and nightly. He spent more and more time with her, and since she’d become pregnant, hanging out at the clubhouse wasn’t something her stomach had been up to doing. The scent of stale beer had made her physically ill.

An hour later, she sat in front of her mirror, eating another piece of toast and drinking tea that King had made her. God, she was so damn lucky. How had she found a man who was not only gorgeous but who loved her enough to take her and her little sister in? Plus, he made the best freaking tea and toast.

“If you don’t stop looking so sexy, I’m going to be forced to call up to the clubhouse and tell the brothers I’m not going to make it.”

She grinned at King’s reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt. She knew he’d be putting on his cut before they left, but the man could wear anything or nothing and look better than any other man. “You think that’s a deterrent to me?”

King moved up behind her, his large hands settled on her shoulders. “Get dressed, woman, or I’m not going to be responsible for you being unable to sit down.”

“Ugg, you two and your spankings. Ayesha, quit tempting the man and get some clothes on. You know I’m only allowed up at the clubhouse until ten o’clock. I don’t know what you guys think will happen after that time, that I don’t see before then, but whatevs.” Tiana turned on her three-inch wedge heels before Ayesha could reprimand her.

“Let her go. She’s testing her boundaries. Besides, you know she will be seventeen in a few months. She’s graduating this year, too. I know you’re not ready for all that, but the girl is smart as fuck and grumbling about spreading her wings and shit. We can’t keep her locked up here like a prisoner or clip her wings. You know as well as I do that will only make her rebel.”

Ayesha kept her lips closed because that’s exactly what she wanted to do: keep her sister close so she could protect her from...well, protect her from the world. “I hear you. Can you hand me my dress over there?”

King lifted the dress off the bed, eyeing the little red number. She’d bought it with him in mind and was glad he appeared to like it.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t know if this dress is any better than the panties and bra set you have on.” King stood with the dress held out. “C’mere.”

“You’re gonna make my panties wet if you keep ordering me around like that,” she said, standing up and turning to face him.

He towered over her like the big Dom biker he was. She didn’t think to hold her hands out for the dress. Instead, she stood while he slid the silky fabric over her head. Again, he was the only man who took pleasure in caring for her needs. It wasn’t that she couldn’t or that he didn’t allow her to do things for herself, but when he deemed it was what he wanted. She was only too happy to comply. The last thought nearly had her snorting. She didn’t just comply; she relished in his control, melting into a puddle of feminine goo. All the while, he handled her however he chose. Like now, he smoothed the dress down, making sure it was settled correctly over her curves, and then his big hand came to a stop over the slight swell of her tummy.

“I can’t wait to feel him or her kick my hand. If there’s a little King in there, I bet he’ll be kicking my hand like the fighter he’ll one day be. If she’s a little princess like her mama, she’ll probably be more like a little butterfly, but she’ll sting like a damn bee just like her mama too.” King bent and kissed Ayesha before he continued. “No matter which, I’m gonna love him or her as fiercely as I love you and T.”

“You’re gonna make me cry and ruin my makeup.” She sniffed, battling to hold the tears at bay.

“We can’t have that, not on the day for lovers. Come on, you look beautiful as always, but there’s something not right with this outfit. Turn around.” He made a spinning motion with his finger.

Ayesha scowled, looking over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror before spinning like he’d told her to do. “What is it? My shoes are by the door.” She pointed toward the little wedges.

“Nope, that’s not it. It’s the panties. Take ”em off, ” King said, holding his hand out.

“You want me to go commando?” She popped her hands on her hips, feeling the little bit of lace, which didn’t show beneath the fabric, under her hands, yet the wicked gleam in King’s eyes warned her he wasn’t kidding.

“Now, Little Dove.” He snapped his fingers.

Ayesha reached under the red fabric, hooked her thumbs in the sides, and pulled the red lace down her thighs. She stepped out of them one foot at a time, then placed them in King’s palm. He brought them to his nose, inhaling.

“You weren’t lying, my love. I definitely already got them damp. I can’t wait to have you sitting on my lap while we talk with our friends at the clubhouse. Get your shoes on, and let’s roll.”

Fifteen minutes later, she and King walked up to the clubhouse door. She looked around at the crowded parking lot and wondered why it was so quiet inside. “King, do you think everything is okay?”

He laced their fingers together and smiled. “I wouldn’t bring you up here if I wasn’t sure all was good, baby.”