Chapter 12 #2
He leans over farther and kisses my stomach.
“I want to document the changes to your body as our baby grows inside you.” His lips come to my nipple next.
He flicks his tongue over it. “I want to see the stages of your breasts as they grow heavy, as the nipples elongate and swell. I want photos when you’re about to deliver and then right after when you need to be milked.
Someday, I’ll suckle these ripe teats to make them drip with milk and then take pictures as it trails down your chest.”
Haden grabs my inner thighs and presses them against the mattress, making me realize I had begun to close them.
I cry out. My pussy is gripping at nothing. My clit aches. The nipples he keeps talking about feel so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if he could milk them right now.
“The pictures are for us. No one else, baby. I’ll keep them in an encrypted folder and delete them from my phone.”
I’m kind of surprised he’s waiting for my permission or even asking for it in the first place. Apparently, he does have some lines he won’t cross. He may intend to be all up in my business while I’m fucking bleeding, but he won’t take nude pictures of me without my permission.
My heart can’t take this. I want to be his everything. He’s already mine. “Okay,” I whisper.
He cups my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You’ll let me take photos of your naked body flushed with arousal and throbbing with need?”
Holy fuck. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out his phone.
I don’t move as I watch him. I’ve lost my mind letting him do this. The trust…
This is huge.
While he takes a dozen pictures of me from every angle, including closeups of my nipples and pussy, I grow increasingly more aroused. When he sets the phone down, I’m about to self-combust.
“Please…” I beg.
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please let me come. Please…fuck me.” That’s what I really want. Before Haden, I’d never felt the desire to have sex. No one else did it for me. Granted, I was eighteen when I met him. He ruined me for other men with his smoldering looks and intensity from the first time I saw him.
Why would I have let another man touch me? I couldn’t. Every time I even spoke to a guy, I thought of Haden. It was irrational and obsessive.
And here I am.
He holds my thighs open. “Keep your arms above your head while I eat your cunt, baby. You may come as often and as hard as you need, but you’ll never be fully satisfied because I’m not going to let you have anything besides tampons inside your tight channel.”
Tremors wrack my body at his announcement. “Haden…” I whine.
“You had my tongue before dinner. That’s the one and only time you’ll get your cunt filled with anything satisfying until our wedding night.
And when I break through your barrier with my cock, I will be bare.
I’ll fuck you as many times as you need that night, and you’ll sleep with my cock tight inside you, plugging your pussy.
That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby? My cock buried in your cunt every night until our baby is growing inside your womb. ”
I think I’m broken. I’m panting. His filthy words make me want to agree to anything. He mentions my hymen as if it’s still intact. It’s not. He knows that. I told him I use tampons. He’s just using the crude words to refer to my virginity.
Logistically there’s no way we could sleep all night with his cock inside me either. He’s asserting his dominance and trying to make my heart race. It’s working.
Why not get married tomorrow?
I’m not thinking straight. I doubt I’ll ever be the Emilia I was before Haden arrived in Wilde yesterday. I’m turning into a nymphomaniac, so gone for this man that I’d do anything he asked of me.
“Yes, Haden. That’s what I want.”
His smile melts me. “Maybe I should get you a chastity belt. The kind that fills your cunt, plugging it so that my semen can’t run out of you during the day.”
I whimper. I’m going to faint if he doesn’t stop torturing me with his filthy words.
“What do you think, Emilia? Would you like to wear a dildo inside your pussy during the day while you work? A cock slightly smaller than mine lodged deep inside you. With straps that cinch around your waist and a small padlock dangling near your clit. You won’t be able to open it.”
I arch my chest off the bed, my head tipping back. I’m dripping, copious amounts of my arousal running out of me. I could come if he ordered me to. Come without contact. Just from his words.
He plants a soft kiss on my swollen clit. “Tell me, naughty girl,” he orders. “Tell me that you’ll wear a chastity belt for me.”
My mouth is dry, but I manage to whisper, “Yes, Sir. I’ll wear a chastity belt for you.” The words are so dirty, and I grow even needier saying them out loud.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He sucks my clit and labia into his mouth, rhythmically drawing on me over and over until my vision blurs. Just before I shatter into a million pieces, he captures my clit between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.
That’s it. I’m gone. I don’t have any idea how hard I scream, probably loud enough for everyone in the mansion to hear me.
I don’t care. I only care about how fucking good it feels to belong to Haden Geltman.