Chapter 13
Tiago
My girl has never been as horny as she is right now. I can imagine what’s been going through her head while I told her what my plans were for her body. I couldn’t stop myself from expounding on my visions when I saw how I was affecting her.
She wants what I want. She wants to be filled with my semen. She wants to be pregnant with my children. She wants it because she’s my girl and it makes her so fucking aroused to know what I intend to do to her.
Her nipples are so hard they’re beyond evident under her tank top and bra. They got harder by the second when I spoke about milking them. She nearly fainted when I called them teats.
She’s so very perfect for me in every way. She already knows it, but she’s scared. I understand. It’s been a week. I’ve turned her life upside down.
Now, I’m going to pull out all the stops and make her writhe for me over and over until she can’t help but agree to marry me. Is it coercion? Fuck, yes. I’m willing to admit I will use every possible tactic to get this woman to the altar.
Time to drop the final bomb. “The caveat is that you don’t get anything inside your pretty cunt, Reagan. Not even my tongue. No number of orgasms will give you the satisfaction you’ll get from my tongue, my fingers, and eventually, my cock filling you so full you forget your name.”
She trembles under me, whimpering and fidgeting.
She has no idea that her hands have come to her breasts, and she’s squeezing them.
My poor girl probably feels like she’s going to lactate from all my talk of milking her.
I’m certain she will lactate before she gives birth. I’m looking forward to it.
“Will you be a good girl for me while I ravage you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
My cock stiffens to an unbelievable hardness. That’s twice she has called me Sir. It’s so very submissive of her. She’s probably read up on Dominance and submission this week as she realized how much she craves this side of me.
I turn my precious girl so that she’s in the center of the bed with the headboard behind her, and then I push her tank top up her body and off.
I’m going to take my time. There is no rush.
I want to remember every moment of this; I want to paint it later.
I won’t need her to lie naked for me to paint her.
Her fucking smoking-hot body will be burned in my mind when I’m done ravaging her.
I’m on my knees, straddling her waist, staring at her heaving chest. Her breasts are not huge. They’re a perfect handful. They will be huge one day. I will adore them in every size as she goes through the stages over and over with every pregnancy.
I can already picture what they will look like when they’re achingly full and dripping with milk, desperate to be expressed. I will paint them like that, too, so she can see what I envision for her future.
I trail a finger along the lace edge of her bra, bringing goosebumps to her chest. “Lift your arms over your head, baby.”
She obeys me immediately.
“Hold on to the rungs of the headboard.” The room she chose for us has a queen-sized bed with an ornate slatted headboard. The rungs are intricately carved. I bet it’s very old. “Do not let go without permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
Fuck, that’s hot. I smile my approval at her. “Good girl.” I’m pleased to see there is a front clasp on her bra, and I reach for it and release her heavy breasts, letting the lace fall to the sides.
She’s wide-eyed and panting.
I use one finger to circle her nipples, not touching them. “You were picturing what it will be like when these globes are heavy and achy, weren’t you?”
She nods.
I lift a brow.
She licks her lips and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her nipples are so fucking hard. I’m going to show her what it means to be mine until she’s on her knees, begging me to marry her. I’m also going to torment her with my words.
“I was talking to Ryder earlier,” I begin, surprising her with my casual conversation while she’s writhing with need.
I pretend I’m unaware of her arousal and continue, “Claire wasn’t hiding anything from him, by the way.
He’s known she was pregnant for longer than she has.
You won’t be able to hide it from me either. ”
She bites into that lip again. Her cheeks are so pink.
“Ryder did some research this week. Did you know doctors used to tell women to stop nursing one baby when they were pregnant with another?”
She stares at me with wide eyes and shakes her head.
“Yep. But the belief about that has changed. It turns out, as long as the pregnancy isn’t high-risk for an underlying condition, there’s no reason why a woman can’t nurse her baby until she gives birth. She can even continue to nurse both children after the second is born.”
I love how my girl moans and arches her chest against my finger. I’m only teasing her with one finger. Her globes are swollen and heavy from all this talk about what I envision. I’m forcing her to picture it, too, and it’s making her so fucking horny I can smell it.
She knows she will be pregnant very soon with my child. She knows I will dote on her and worship her body every step of the way. She can already feel her breasts changing and filling out in her imagination.
I will always look at her the way I’m looking at her now, driving her wild with my eyes, encouraging her to admit she loves my dominance. Forcing her to submit to me.
I still haven’t touched her nipples as I scoot lower down her body and trail my finger around her belly button.
“This flat stomach will swell soon, baby. I will stand outside the open shower and watch you bathe. I will keep you naked often so I can watch as you grow and change. I will take pictures.”
She gasps.
I chuckle. “Oh yes. Thousands of pictures as your body changes.”
“You can’t take naked pictures of me, Tiago…” she murmurs.
“I can. I won’t show them to anyone. They will be for my eyes only.
But I will take them. I will sketch and paint you, too.
We’ll set up a room in this mansion for my art.
Maybe one of the large rooms on the third floor.
We’ll find a velvet chaise lounge, and you can lie on it naked every month so I can paint how your body changes. ”
She shakes her head. “Not a chance.”
I chuckle again as I scoot down her body and bend over to nuzzle her tummy. “So soft.” I kiss my way to her hip. “These hips will widen. Fuck, you’re going to be sexy.”
She shudders as she tips her head back and arches her chest.
I unfasten the button on her jean shorts and lower the zipper. I’ve never taken her shorts or panties off before. Now, I’m going to. I’m going to make her moan so loudly they will hear her downstairs.
Moving even farther down her legs, I hook my fingers in her jeans and panties and pull them both slowly until she’s fully exposed to me.
I pull her panties free of the denim and bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The fabric is soaked. It smells like her essence. It smells like my future. My world.
She watches me. “Tiago…”
Finally, I tuck the panties in the front pocket of my jeans. She’s not getting them back. “Bend your knees and open your legs wide, baby.”
I love how her body trembles for me. I love how readily she obeys my command. I bring my fingers to her curls as soon as she’s spread open. “These are so pretty. Have you ever shaved your pussy before, baby?”
She shakes her head, her cheeks turning a darker pink.
“Mmm. I’ll have to think about whether or not I want you bare on our wedding night. If I decide I want to see your naked pussy, you will open for me, hold very still, and let me shave you. Understood?”
She nods.
“Words,” I remind her because I like it when she calls me Sir.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” I tug on her curls, making her squirm. Watching her face, I circle her clit several times. It’s not enough.
Her mouth falls open. She’s desperate. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I set my hands on either side of her chest and lean over to flick her nipple with my tongue.
Reagan cries out and arches toward my face.
I lathe the swollen bud before doing the same to the other. She’s squirming and moaning while I tease her nipples.
Finally, I suck one into my mouth and hold it captive, lifting my gaze to hers while I suckle it gently.
She’s breathing heavily when I release it with a pop. “Imagine what that will feel like when your nipples have become elongated teats and I draw your milk from them.”
She rolls her head to the side, making the most delightful sounds. I’m going to come in my jeans. I don’t care.
I suck her other nipple before switching back and forth several times, making her think about me milking them. When I lean back, they’re larger and swollen. I’m sure they will be tender and sore tomorrow. “Look at your teats, baby. Look how hard they are for me.”
I grip the swell of her breast and squeeze to turn her nipple toward her face.
She whimpers as she obeys me and then drops her head back on the bed. “You’re killing me,” she mutters.
“I bet you need to come, huh?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Do you want my mouth on your cunt, baby?”
She nods.
“Ask me, Reagan. Ask me to suck your cunt.”
Her lips tremble. It’s hard for her, but she will do it because she needs to obey me as much as she needs to come. Pushing her makes her even hornier.
She licks her dry lips. “Please suck me, Sir.”
I place my hands on either side of her head and meet her gaze, only an inch between us. “Please suck my cunt, Sir.”
Her breath hitches. She hesitates. “Please suck my cunt, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her lips and then move down between her legs. I hold her open wide and lower my mouth to her pussy. I know she will squirm out of my grip if I don’t hold her still. I look at her. “Can you keep your hands on the rungs, baby? Or do you need me to tie you to them?”
She gasps. If it’s possible, her nipples swell further. She tips her head back to look at where her hands are gripping the headboard. She’s thinking about my offer. That fact alone makes my dick pulse.
“How?” she whispers.
Well, fuck me. I release her thighs, come up on my knees, and lean over her again. “I have cuffs for you, baby. They’re soft leather, so they won’t hurt you if you tug on them.” I reach up and lightly grip her wrist. “Does the idea of being restrained appeal to you?”
She licks her lips. “It shouldn’t.”
I smile. “Baby, there are no shoulds and shouldn’ts in our bedroom. We’ll do what we enjoy. It’s nobody else’s business.”
“Except you’ll probably brag about it to everyone living in the house. Ryder does.”
I chuckle. “Yes. I probably will, but only because Ryder has the same sort of relationship with Claire. She gets wiggly when he embarrasses her.”
“What if I don’t like it when you embarrass me?”
“If you honestly don’t like it, I would never do it. If you simply say you don’t like it because it’s fun to banter with me and pretend you’re embarrassed, I will tease you mercilessly in front of the others.”
“You won’t tell them what we do if I ask you not to?”
“Promise.” I can’t be certain, but I suspect Reagan will enjoy the banter we have going on in this dilapidated mansion. I would never do anything to humiliate my girl, though. Not in a million years. I kiss her. “Cuffs?”
“If I don’t like them, you’ll take them off?”
“Immediately.”
“Okay.”
I climb off the bed and give her a pointed look. “Keep your hands on the rungs and your legs spread open.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, falling back into a deeper submission.
I head for the closet.
When I return, holding the soft leather cuffs, she watches me. “Will you take your shirt off, please?” she asks.
I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor.
She smiles. “Much better.”
I slide my hand from her shoulder to her wrist, lift her hand to my lips, and kiss her fingers. I glance at her face to read her reaction several times while I wrap the cuff around her delicate wrist and then fasten it to the spindle.
After rounding to the other side of the bed, I repeat the action with her other wrist and then bend forward to kiss her lips again. “How does that feel?”
“Kind of scary and kinky, but hot at the same time.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, tell me. You might enjoy them for a while and then want me to remove them. That’s okay, too.” I climb back between her legs, tug her a bit farther down the bed so her arms feel more restrained, and then lower my mouth to lick her clit without warning.
Reagan arches and cries out at the same time. “Oh God…”
That’s what I want to hear. Her sexy sounds are fucking amazing. She’s so totally perfect for me in every way. I want to shout it through a megaphone in the middle of town for everyone to know Reagan Clegg is mine.
I suck the little nub into my mouth and flick it with my tongue over and over. She’s already so aroused that she screams as she comes against my lips. It happens so fast I don’t get enough of her. I ease back when she winces from over-stimulation, but I’m not done. Not by a long shot.