Chapter 19
Melody
I don’t realize I’m still standing in the same spot, staring at myself in the mirror, until Brody wraps his strong arms around me from behind and bends enough to set his chin on my shoulder. Our gazes meet in the reflection.
“You okay, baby?” he asks in such a soft voice it almost brings me to tears.
I’m tired. Worn out. Mentally exhausted from spending three days with another human and dealing with the fact that someone vandalized my home. Someone who almost certainly knows who I am.
What do they intend to do with that information? Blackmail me?
“I think so,” I whisper.
“I’m here with you, little pixie. Always.”
“I’m overwhelmed.”
“I know. It’s like we got sucked up into a tornado and there’s no way out. All we can do is ride it.”
“What if it drops us in different places?”
“It won’t because I’m not going to let go of you, no matter what.” He holds me against him tightly.
I believe him. I trust him. His touch calms me.
He eases his grip to slowly lift my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. After brushing my hair to one side, he kisses his way down my spine. When he reaches my hips, he lowers the last scrap of clothing from my body.
I’m not used to being naked. Even though he’s seen me like this several times now, it’s still unnerving.
He kisses a path up to my shoulder. “You are so fucking sexy, Melody.”
I whimper as I lean into him. Suddenly, I’m not quite as tired. He makes my blood pump. “Brody…”
“Come.” He slides his palms to my hands before turning us both and guiding me into the bedroom.
I don’t know how long I was staring in the mirror, but it was apparently long enough for him to take care of a few things in here. The restraints are sticking out from the corners of the mattress, which means he managed to get that in place by himself.
He lifts me off my feet and lowers me onto my knees on the bed. “Crawl into the center, baby. Hands and knees.”
My breath hitches when I see the breast pump sitting on the nightstand. He warned me what we were going to do tonight, but I tucked it away in the back of my mind, partly because it wasn’t believable and partly because thoughts of submitting to him like this made me too horny to eat dinner.
I’m shaking as I get into the position he requested. Adrenaline is rushing through me. My breasts feel heavy, swaying beneath me.
Brody strokes my back, my bottom, my thighs. “You’re so stunning in this position.”
“Thank you?”
He chuckles. “When we play like this, you need to remember to use a safeword.”
“Okay.”
“You still want to use red?”
“No. I don’t want to need to use any word, Brody,” I tell him in all seriousness. “But red is fine.”
“I’ll do everything in my power to read your body language and cues, little pixie, but sometimes people suddenly find themselves snapping out of a scene, no longer feeling it.
And that’s okay. When I dominate you, my only goal is your pleasure.
I never want you to continue doing something that’s not making you feel amazing. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to restrain your wrists and ankles to the bed.
You would have more than enough slack if you were to lie on your stomach and stretch out, but you won’t be able to pull into yourself more than I allow.
Your knees will be spread wide. Your hands will be too far away to touch your heavy breasts. ”
He reaches under and gently strokes one of my boobs, making me moan. We haven’t really started, and I’m already moaning. My pussy is wet. If he parts my knees, I will drip onto the sheet.
Brody takes his time, first methodically circling my wrists and then my ankles in the Velcro restraints.
I start panting heavily as he secures my second leg, tightening the nylon enough that my knees are forced wide, my pussy exposed.
He slides his palm up and down my back. “Fuck, Melody…” His voice is gravelly. He’s at least as turned on as I am. He climbs up and kneels next to me before sitting back on his ankles and reaching under to fondle my breasts.
I tip my head back, a strange squeaky sound escaping my lips.
He pets my boobs in a downward motion. “Nine months from now, I’ll regularly put you in this position. Your tits will be so heavy, they’ll ache. They’ll feel like udders.” He pinches my nipple. “These little buds will grow longer and thicker from me pumping them.”
A long moan fills the room. How does he affect me so strongly with just words?
“I’ll feed our baby a bottle from the growing stash while you wait on your hands and knees for me to take care of you. After I put the baby to bed, I’ll take care of my wife.” He tugs my nipple downward.
“You’ll wait patiently until I decide it’s time. You’ll be desperate and dripping with milk, but you won’t whine. You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?”
I shudder. “Yes, Sir.”
He reaches under with his other hand so he can play with both breasts, plucking at my tight buds until it seems like they could practically drip like he’s describing.
He starts pulling on them rhythmically. Back and forth. Imitating milking me by hand.
“When you’re really engorged, I’ll have to express some of your milk by hand before I can hook you up to the pump.”
Another moan slips out of my lips. My pussy is so wet my arousal is running down my inner thighs.
He slides one hand to my belly and flattens it on the nonexistent pooch.
“I can’t wait to see your body round with my child, Melody.
I’m going to be hot for you every step of the way.
And after you give birth, you’ll be soft and so fucking gorgeous.
Your tummy will remain rounded, reminding me that you carried our child.
It will not return to being this flat again. Do you know why, baby?”
I tremble and shake my head.
He sets his lips on my ear and whispers, “Because before you have a chance to lose the sexy baby weight, I’ll fill your cunt with my seed again and get you pregnant with another child.”
I tug on my wrists, out of my mind with lust.
“You’ll turn your body over to me, little pixie, letting me take care of you, trusting me to know what’s best. At first, you’ll need to wear a pad most of the time until you stop bleeding.
After that, you’ll present like this, naked, pussy open, arousal dripping from you.
I won’t be able to fuck your greedy cunt for several weeks while you heal, but I’ll rub your little clit to give you relief.
I’ll also take your bottom when you need the penetration. ”
I clench my lower cheeks at the thought. He hasn’t even been inside my pussy, and he’s talking about fucking my ass. The craziest part is that I want him to. I want him to do everything to me. I want to submit and let him take me to places I never dreamed would happen in real life.
“Do you want me to milk these tits now, little pixie?”
“Yes, Sir.” It’s baffling and irrational, but I want him to hook me to that machine so I’ll know what it feels like to be milked.
He leans toward the machine on the nightstand and brings it under me. Apparently, he’s already read the directions and knows exactly what to do. He lifts one of the cups, settles it against my breast, and turns on the machine.
I’m startled as my tit is sucked into the cup. It’s powerful and almost painful.
He quickly repeats the action on the other side so that both my breasts are in tight.
“I’m going to start the pump now, little pixie.”
I whine, uncertain and kind of nervous about the unexpected.
He turns a dial, and my breasts get sucked downward into the cones, the pressure almost too much.
“Watch your nipples, baby. Watch how they elongate inside the base of the cone.”
I purse my lips as I tip my head down farther to obey him. The sight is almost obscene. My small boobs are being rhythmically suctioned into these funnels. If there really were milk, it would be flowing out.
Brody adjusts the machine again, and now the suction switches back and forth from one boob to the other, over and over.
This is the filthiest thing I will ever participate in.
So dirty that I haven’t even read about a scene like this.
I want to, though. I want to find every book that was ever written where the hero dry milks the heroine who hasn’t even had a baby yet.
His hand slides down my back, teases my ass, and then travels lower until he strokes my folds. “So wet… My girl really likes being milked.” He pats my inner thighs. “Spread wider for me, baby. I want my pussy obscenely open.”
I shudder violently this time, my stomach fisting from the need to come.
He taps my clit. “Do you think you can come if I stroke this little nub?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out. I could probably come if he ordered me to. But I’d rather he touch my clit. I need the contact.
Brody drags my arousal to my clit and circles it, making me writhe. I want to beg him to touch it directly, but I’m afraid that might backfire on me, so I purse my lips instead.
My breasts ache. They’re going to be bruised tomorrow, and I’m not even sorry.
The pain will remind me of this scene and make my horny all over again.
I’m not sure how I’m going to start a new book with the last few days running through my mind over and over.
It’s going to be a very kinky book. That’s for sure.
Finally, Brody touches my clit. “Come, little pixie.”
I orgasm instantly, my clit pulsing against his fingers. My channel is frustrated. If it could talk, it would scream at me to stop neglecting it. But there’s nothing I can do to fully satisfy my pussy, except marry the man currently controlling my body.
Suddenly, twelve days seems like a lifetime from now. That’s the day he said he wanted to marry me. Not this Saturday but the next.
I’m shaking when Brody turns off the pump and lets the cones drop off my chest. He quickly removes the machine before releasing my wrists and ankles.
Just when I think I’m free to finally fall onto the bed, collapsing in exhaustion, he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom. The next thing I know, I’m sitting on the toilet. His hands are on my hips. He’s squatting in front of me. “Pee for me, little pixie, and then we can sleep.”
I whimper. I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t even think there’s any urine inside me.
He kisses my sore nipples reverently. “You can do it, baby.”
I close my eyes and focus, stunned that I manage to release my bladder after a few seconds. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to get this hygiene stickler off my back. The man even wipes me.
When I’m done, he stands me in front of him at the sink and washes our combined hands.
I stare at my breasts in the mirror. There are red rings around the base of them from the cones. I find myself admiring them as though I intend to wear them with pride. I guess I do.
Brody fills a cup with water and holds it up to my lips next. “Drink, baby.”
I’m so glad that he carries me to bed, and I smile when he places me on the side farthest from the door. After turning off the lights, he climbs in next to me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses my shoulder. “Sleep, little pixie.”
For a moment, I seriously doubt my mind is going to shut down and let me rest after that intense scene. But I do. I don’t remember another second of the night.