Chapter 19
Haden
I wake up an hour before I need to get out of bed and spend that time watching Emilia sleep. She’s so peaceful with her lips slightly parted and her glossy hair spread around the pillow.
The covers slipped down in the night—probably because we got too hot—so one of her breasts is visible.
Her nipple is puckered even at rest. The rosy tip calls to me, but I don’t want to disturb her, so I stare at it, imagining a future when it’s larger, longer, and fuller.
Her areolas are small right now, but nine months from now they’ll be wider and darker.
I’ll milk her in between feedings to help elongate her teats.
My cock stirs as I visualize this future.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she suddenly murmurs.
I smile. “I didn’t mean to wake you, baby. I’m sorry.” I kiss her shoulder.
“Your thoughts were loud, Haden. I could hear them in my sleep,” she jokes, her voice husky with sleep. She hasn’t moved. “What were you pondering at this ridiculous hour?”
I tug the covers farther down so her breast is fully exposed and then ease her onto her back.
She blinks up at me, smiling. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I kiss her gently and then trail a finger down to her breast to circle one of her nipples. “I was picturing the future,” I admit. “In less than a year, your tits will look nothing like this.”
She shivers. “Haden…”
I tap the bud, making it stiffen further. “These little nipples are so fucking sexy, and your areolas are tiny. Nine months from now, they will both be much larger.”
She whimpers adorably. “Haden…” she breathes out.
I cup her breast, weighing it in my palm. “Your boobs are barely a handful now. When you get pregnant, they will grow bigger every day.” I stroke my thumb over the soft skin on the underside of her breast. “Then after you give birth, they will get tight and heavy when you need to be milked.”
She shudders, panting. “Milked…” The word drips from her lips and trails off. I love shocking her. She licks her lips. “You can’t milk me, Haden,” she murmurs. “I’m not a cow.”
I pinch her little nipple and give it a tug. “Of course I can, baby. And I will. Several times a day.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary. I can breastfeed.”
“Mmm. Sometimes, but occasionally, I will feed our babies so you can sleep.”
She squirms, purring. “Then I’ll pump so we can save some for the baby.”
I twist her now-swollen bud, making her arch. “I will manage the pump, jitterbug. Not you. And I’ll do it often, milking you dry after you nurse so that your body will make more.”
Fuck, but she’s gorgeous, all worked up over this. My cock is so hard I’m likely to come in my briefs. She grabs my wrist as if she can stop me from tormenting her.
“Arms over your head, naughty girl.” I pinch her nipple harder to get her attention.
She squeals, bucking her torso.
“I didn’t deliver the spanking you deserved last night because you weren’t feeling well, but I will do so as soon as you’re better, Emilia,” I say in a firm voice. “Lift your arms before your tally gets out of control.”
The tremor that wracks her body as she obeys me is sexy as fuck. “Haden…” she begs. I doubt she has any idea what she’s pleading for.
I straddle her, letting her keep her thighs pressed together around her padded panties. I don’t want her to feel nervous about the possible state of her pussy right now. But I do want her to understand the extent to which I expect her to submit to me with regard to this subject.
Leaning over her, I clasp her wrists and press them into the mattress against the spread of her hair.
She’s wide awake now, eyes fully open, lips parted, panting. Her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink.
“I will take care of you in every way from now on, jitterbug. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.
“I think I’ve made that clear. I will always know when you’re going to start your period. I will watch the signs and be aware when you’re pregnant. I will buy pregnancy tests when we need them. I will hold the stick between your legs and wait with you to confirm what we will already know.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
“I will be with you at every doctor’s appointment and between your legs when you give birth.
I will pamper you afterward, bringing the baby to you when he or she needs to be nursed.
And yes, Emilia, I will be the one to pump your heavy breasts in between until we have so much milk stored up you could never use it all.
Sometimes, I will suckle from you myself, tasting your nectar.
Other times, you will kneel in front of me with your arms behind your back so I can hook you up to a powerful pump.
You’ll watch as your milk is extracted, filling the bottles.
So much of it that you’ll know it’s more than we could ever need. ”
Her face is beyond flushed now. Her breathing erratic.
“You’re mine, Emilia. You submit to me. You will do as I say from now on.
You trust me to make decisions and know what’s best for you.
Nine months from now, submitting to me will come so naturally for you that you won’t question me.
Sometimes your breasts will get very full and heavy.
They will drip and leak through your padding and shirt, leaving wet circles.
But you won’t decide when they get milked, will you, baby? ”
She slowly shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
I lean back, releasing her hands, confident she will leave them where I’ve put them because she wants to please me. I hold her gaze while I gently cup her breasts and thumb her nipples.
Her lips tremble. Her pupils are blown wide. She’s the most submissive woman I’ve ever met.
“Who decides when to milk your udders, Emilia?”
“You do, Sir,” she murmurs.
“That’s a good girl. You’ll let me decide what’s best for you. Even if they ache and drip. Sometimes, I will make you wait so long that you’ll find yourself on your hands and knees, rocking forward and back to alleviate the pressure.”
I bend down and place a chaste kiss on both nipples before blowing against them. “Making you wait will help you remember that I’m your Dominant. Some days you will need the reminder. You will wait patiently, knowing that it pleases me. When I’m ready, I will ease your discomfort and reward you.”
As I add this last part, I sit back on my heels and trail a finger into the front of her panties. I flick her clit.
Emilia cries out, coming hard from that simple contact.
I know what’s going on in her head. She’s just realized that I control her orgasms, and I will dole them out often, as long as she’s a good, obedient girl.
She’s still panting as I plant my hands alongside her head and lean over to kiss her. Not a peck this time. A deep kiss that has both of us groaning before it’s over.
Still hovering above her, I hold her gaze.
“I’m going for a run now, baby. Your tampon needs to come out.
It’s been inside you long enough. Why don’t you change it, take a long soak in the tub, and then if you feel up to it, get dressed for the day?
If you need to stay in bed a while longer, that’s fine, but we have an appointment with the doctor at ten. ”
I rise off her and stand next to the bed to look for some shorts after dropping that bomb.
Emilia is breathy as she pushes onto her elbows. “Kinsley?”
“Yep. She’s the only doctor in town.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be sure there’s not something we’re missing about your periods.” I pull on my T-shirt, kiss her one last time, and grab my shoes. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
The stunned look on her face—eyes wide, jaw dropped—almost makes me chuckle. Fuck, I love to shock her.