Chapter 10 #2
“Oh, you will?” He arches a brow and pushes back inside me, halfway. He gives me a few gentle thrusts, nothing close enough to satisfy me, but enough to make me feel what I am missing out on.
“Yes,” I promise, my voice high and soft. “I’ll be good.”
“You will be,” he says, confirming that statement with his own. He smirks down at me. “I told you I was going to fuck you into submission, and it took less than two minutes to do that. What does that say about you, huh? Naughty girl wanting nothing more than to have her pussy filled up?”
He’s teasing me in both word and deed, slowly sliding his cock all the way to the hilt inside me while holding me up so I can’t even squirm on it properly.
“Not fair,” I moan.
“No,” he agrees. “It’s not.”
He shows me mercy, then, fucking me with several hard strokes that make me feel so much better, so much closer to orgasm, so much more properly used.
And then he cannot hold back himself. He snarls, pushes me up against the wall more firmly, and starts to pound inside me. It could be punishment. It could be pleasure. Inside my body, it all reads the same.
This is what we both needed. Rough, passionate sex that lets the conflict energy between us be alchemized into something enjoyable. Having been taken thoroughly to task, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and I let him fuck me absolutely senseless.
* * *
For the next several days, Simon doesn’t let me out of his sight. He keeps a very close, borderline suspicious eye on me at all times. God. You do one incredibly illegal, unethical thing and people get all wound up about it. He needs to chill.
I don’t dare tell him that. I do not think he will be open to the feedback.
“I want to talk to you about something,” he says one evening.
“Oh?” I like that he doesn’t sound mad about the whole frequent disobedience thing. I know he doesn’t really trust me, but I’m not sure I trust him either. I’m basically keeping company with a wild animal who just so happens to be shaped like a man.
“I want to have a baby with you,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I ask that question because although I know exactly what he means, I don’t understand why.
“You are my person,” he says.
“You’re literally holding me captive.”
“That’s because of the cat incident,” he says, waving his hand like it’s not all that much of a big deal after all. “I have to keep an eye on you obviously, but the more I think about it, about us, about you…”
He gives me a long, intense look.
“You have shown me more love and loyalty than anybody else. I knew the moment I met you that you were special. I just didn’t understand how very special you are. I want to have a life with you. I want to have babies with you.”
“You mean outside the contractually decided upon babies that I was apparently going to have anyway?”
He is being very sweet, and my response is flippant as fuck, but I am not over their plan to breed me like a common animal. I was barely a person to Simon and his company when this all started.
He walks over to me and grips me by the chin, giving me a stern look. “I am trying to be romantic,” he says. “But I’m wondering if it wouldn’t be better just to bend you over and fuck some manners into you first. My god, little girl. You are hard to court.”
I blush, enjoying the excited feeling of being in trouble with him.
“I’m not hard to court. You just have to not have embroiled me in an illegal and illicit science sex breeding ring.”
“Fair.” He grins unrepentantly, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “So, what do you say? Happily ever after? Me and you, a baby? All kinds of science that is going to advance so much as to become indistinguishable from magic?”
I smile back at him. The truth of this situation is that I have loved him from very nearly the first moment I saw him.
There’s a connection between us that exists in spite of everything.
I never really put much stock in soulmates before, but I think I might now.
Simon has a way of making me see the world in new ways, and he forces me to experience myself differently too.
I am not the same person I was before I met him, and I am glad I did, even if he is an ethically gray figure who arguably tried to trick me into having his baby—though fucking me and coming inside me isn’t exactly a trick.
“Is this a proposal? Because you are supposed to be down on one knee,” I smirk. “And you’re supposed to have a ring.”
“One moment,” he says, walking swiftly away.
I wait, smiling to myself. I am being a little spicy still, but I am enjoying every moment of this interaction.
He comes back, shirtless. He was shirtless before too, but that detail seems to matter now that he is approaching me rippling mercilessly.
He goes down on one knee before me, presenting me with the most beautiful emerald engagement ring I have ever seen.
“This belonged to my mother,” he says. “And if you agree to marry me, it will belong to you too. Lydia, we haven’t known one another long, but I already know I never want to live without you. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
My eyes glaze with tears. I really did not expect this genuine proposal to come from him. I don’t know what I expected, but not this.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He grins broadly, and I look down into his handsome face as he slides that ring on my finger and I forget about absolutely everything besides how loved he makes me feel, and how devoted I am to him. There is nothing and nobody in this world that matters to me as much as Simon Seek.
“There’s just one thing we have to do,” he says.
“What’s that?”
He runs his hand down my stomach, and rests it just above my pussy. “Take out the last thing between us.”
“You mean now?”
* * *
He meant now.
Simon prepared for this already. It’s a strange follow-up from a proposal, but I allow it to happen. If I got this thing taken out at the doctor’s office it would be all paper-covered beds and a doctor saying I’d just feel a slight pinch while I tried my best not to throw up and cry.
The wild man beast is much more kind. He’s given me a muscle relaxant and enough pain relief to ensure I can barely feel anything. He watched me drink the little blend he concocted for me with a softly affectionate smile that felt almost more intimate than all the fucking we’ve been doing.
Maybe this is more intimate. You can fuck anyone. But you don’t trust just any mad scientist to remove your birth control at home.
“Shhh, baby, relax,” he murmurs as he gets me laid back.
I feel the speculum sliding in. It’s been warmed, and there is plenty of lube, and I feel a tingling in my clit that is only increased by the soft circling motions he is making with his free hand.
My pussy relaxes at his command, and when he opens the speculum, exposing me all the way inside, it feels as erotic as any of his previous incursions into my body.
He grips the strings with a warmed tool and pulls gently, but firmly.
The plastic IUD capitulates almost immediately.
I feel pressure and stretching as it slides free of my cervix and is swept away.
Simon retracts the speculum as well, and what is usually an awfully anxious procedure for me is over in moments.
“Now this sweet little pussy is going to be properly breedable,” he says, rubbing my clit gently, patting my lips lightly. “The next time I come in you, there will be nothing stopping you being bred.”
I let out a little moan. I am feeling very good, very relaxed, and not at all sore.
He wraps me in his arms, snuggles me close, and toys with my pussy lightly until I fall asleep with him.
I am wearing his ring.
He has taken my birth control.
I really am his.