Chapter 35
I straddle Blake’s waist, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, as I bind her wrists and tie her hands to the bed frame.
A soft gasp escapes her lips when I cinch the rope that makes my cock jerk.
My sweet little doc has a naughty side. Noted…
I could get used to her pinned and completely at my mercy.
“Do you trust me?”
She gives a single humorless yank at the bindings, then smiles. “What do you think?”
When I reach across the mattress, her eyes lock on my hand, and the thin, gleaming needle between my thumb and forefinger as I position myself over her.
“Jagger… what are you doing?” Her voice is a whisper, a tremor running through it as she tugs fearfully at the ropes holding her hands to the bed frame.
“Shhhh. Relax, Doc,” I soothe, tenderly running my knuckles along the perfect curve of her face before placing my palm on her chest, finding her heart racing.
“Jagg—”
“Trust me. Daddy would never do anything to hurt you. Ever.” Her breathing slows slowly, as does the rapid thud of her pulse. “I just don’t want you to move and hurt yourself.”
After removing my hand from her chest, my fingers trace the delicate skin of her inner arm, right over the faint, raised line I know is there. Her birth control implant. A tiny nuisance of a plastic, full of synthetic hormones. A barrier I’m about to obliterate.
“You’re coming to Chicago to be with me…
To be mine…” The final word is a growly possessive rumble from deep within my chest. My fingers press down slightly, feeling the hard rod buried just under her skin.
The thought of her, in my city, my bed, and growing round with my child, consumes me.
It’s an obsession, a fire that’s been burning me from the inside out, and I’m finally here to extinguish it by making it real.
“And I want you to be mine in every way.”
Her breathing is even and pulse steady beneath my fingers. Blake looks at me, her gaze darting from my eyes to the needle and back again.
“Do you trust Daddy?”
She gives a timid nod, so small I almost miss it.
I slowly lower the needle. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” she answers assuredly.
Shifting my weight, I bring the needle to her arm. I can feel her muscles tense as her body braces for the prick. “I know what I’m doing,” I assure her, a smirk playing on my lips. “I watched a YouTube video.”
Before she can protest or flinch away, I poke her with the needle. “JAGGER!” she shrieks, her voice a mix of outrage with a tinge of pain as her body tenses beneath me. After the quick, sharp jab right over the implant, I inject a small amount of lidocaine as a tiny bubble forms under her skin.
“I’m kidding,” I deadpan, pulling the empty needle away and leaning down to brush my lips across her forehead in a set of feather-light kisses before setting it on the nightstand. “I watched three.”
Blake shakes her head, a disbelieving laugh escaping her. She rolls her eyes, a gesture so ingrained in who she is that it makes my chest ache. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” I concede, my smile widening. “But I’m your insane.”
In the tiny combat surgical kit I stole from Damon’s room, I pick up the small scalpel.
The lidocaine is already working, numbing the area.
With meticulous precision, I make a tiny incision, just a few millimeters long.
Her breath held tight, she watches me, her expression a mixture of don’t fuck this up and fascination.
I use a small pair of forceps to probe the incision—just like the YouTube video—until I feel the implant.
I close the tip of the forceps around the slick plastic rod, and with a gentle tug, I ease it out.
It’s small and insignificant-looking. I can hardly believe that this little thing has been standing between me and putting a baby in her.
I work quickly to close the tiny wound. A Steri-Strip to hold the edges together, then I wrap her upper arm in clean white gauze, covering the site completely.
When I’m done, I lower my head and press my lips to the gauze covering her tiny wound.
Then I trail a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses up her arm, over her shoulder, to the sensitive skin of her neck.
She shivers, her head falling back to expose more of her throat to me.
“Now I can put my baby in you,” I murmur against the steady pulse throbbing against my lips. The thought sends a jolt of feral lust straight through me, and my cock wastes no time growing painfully hard.
I don’t wait for a response. I don’t need one.
My hands move to the hem of my shirt she pulled on before bed, and I peel it over her head, leaving it bunched around her bound wrists.
My thumbs immediately circle her nipples, which pebble into hard points under my touch.
Her breath grows faster, heated pants that make her pert chest rise and fall quickly.
After dusting my fingers down her body, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her delicate little floral panties, pulling them off in one smooth motion until she’s completely bare beneath me.
My own clothes follow in a flurry of impatient movements. Once bare, I settle over her, my weight pinning her, and my cock hard and heavy against her thigh. I look down at her, all flushed cheeks and dark, dilated pupils. She’s ready for me. Her body is open, inviting, and ready to take my seed.
“Who does this perfect little pussy belong to?” I drag the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit, teasing. Waiting for my answer, I position myself at her entrance.
She knows what I want to hear. Her eyes flutter closed for a second, but when they open, they lock on mine. “Daddy,” she whispers the word like it’s sacred.
“That’s right,” I growl, pushing inside her.
The feeling is indescribable. Hot… tight…
wet… perfection… MINE. She arches beneath me, a soft cry on her lips as I fill her completely.
I pause for a moment, enjoying the rightness of her body so eagerly accepting me.
This is where she belongs. This is where I belong. Buried deep inside her.
I move in a slow, deep rhythm that has her gasping.
My hands roam over her, memorizing every slight curve and tiny dip.
I claim her with my touch, with my body, with my words.
“You’re going to come with me, aren’t you, Doc?
” I grunt, my hips snapping forward a little harder.
“Leave everything behind and be my good girl in Chicago?”
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers wrap tightly around the ropes above her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries out as I change the angle and hit that spot deep inside her. She tugs painfully hard at her restraints. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“Good girl,” I praise, and she tightens around me at the words. I increase my pace, driving into her, my need building to an unbearable crescendo. I want to fill her so completely that she’ll never be able to imagine a life without me.
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, insistent circles. “Come for Daddy,” I command. “Show me how much you want my baby inside you.”
Her body bows off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her.
She convulses around me, her muscles clamping down, and it’s the most exquisite torture.
I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, pushing her through the waves of pleasure until she’s a whimpering mess beneath me.
After pulling out, I flip her onto her stomach before she can even try to catch her breath. I grab her hips, yanking them into the air until she is on her knees and her face is pressed against the mattress. There is something about her in this position. It’s primal and possessive.
“Again,” I demand, sliding into her from behind.
From here, I slide even deeper, bottoming out inside her so hard that she cries out with every thrust. I reach around her body and slip my hand between her thighs, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it mercilessly.
“Come for me again, Blake. Give me another.”
As if she has no choice, her body gives me exactly what I’m asking. Her mouth agape, she silently screams into the mattress as every muscle in her body quivers with ecstasy.
I’m fucking feral. A piston of pure need, driving into her, my hips slapping against her ass. The sound is obscenely beautiful. My own release builds, my balls drawing up tight. I fight against the inevitable, wanting her to come with me, to milk every last drop of cum from my body.
“Daddy… Please…” she sobs against the sheets, her body trembling. “I can’t… It’s too much.”
“You can,” I growl, my fingers working her clit faster. “You will. One more, Doc. Come for Daddy one more time.” My words are the final push she needs. Her body shudders violently, and she lets out a long, broken moan as another, even more powerful orgasm rips through her.
Having her convulsing around me, the rhythmic clenching of her pussy, is the sweetest surrender. An undeniable signal that her body is mine, that it’s answering my primal call to breed her. A need I meet without hesitation. With a guttural roar that rises from the depths of my soul, I let go.
I slam into her one last time, burying myself as deep as possible, and I come.
It’s not just a release, it’s a transfer.
A claiming. I pour myself into her, thick, hot ribbons of cum flooding her, filling every inch of her pussy.
My vision whites out, and for a moment, all I know is the overwhelming pleasure of marking her from the inside out.
My hips jerk involuntarily with each pulse, my body’s instinctual desire to push my seed as deep as it can possibly go, to ensure it takes root.
I’m planting my flag, my legacy, right here in the warm, willing body of the woman who has vowed to be mine.
“Take it,” I pant against the back of her neck, my voice raw and broken. Peppering kisses against her salty skin, I thrust a few more leisurely strokes. “Take all of it.”
I stay like that for a long moment, my weight heavy on her back, my forehead pressed between her shoulder blades.
I’m breathing hard, my heart hammering against my ribs, trying to break free.
Blake is trembling beneath me, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
The air is thick with the scent of us—sex, sweat, and the sweet smell of victory. Of creation.
Slowly, carefully, I pull out of her. A soft whimper escapes her lips at the loss.
I watch a trickle of our combined fluids leaking from her, trailing down the inside of her thigh.
It’s beautiful. I reach down and scoop it up with my fingers, then gently push it back inside her. I’m not wasting a single drop.
“Stay just like that,” I command softly, undoing her hands.
After sliding off the bed, I dig in my duffel for the emergency supplies I had Mattis ship me last week.
A package I specifically requested he didn’t open upon it’s arrival to him.
I find the soft silicon and pull out the little pink plug.
The color chosen specifically. I drag it through more of my cum seeping from her before easing it into her pussy.
“I want to make sure every drop stays exactly where it belongs.”
She gasps as I insert the plug, my release still warm inside her. The small piece of plastic a seal to hold my seed deep within her, ensuring nothing is wasted as we wait for it to bloom.
I slide back onto the bed, then gently guide her down with me until we’re lying on our sides, her back pressed flush against my chest. I reach over and pull the blankets over us, tucking her in.
My arm wraps around her waist, my hand splayed possessively across her stomach.
It’s still flat and soft. But not for long.
I run my hand over it in a lazy, hypnotic circle, imagining the changes to come.
The slight swell, the taut skin, and the life that will grow right here under my palm.
“You’ll be so beautiful when this is round and swollen.
” I leave a soft kiss against her skin. “My beautiful, fertile girl. Carrying my baby.”
She sighs, a contented, sleepy sound, and snuggles against me, her body relaxing completely.
I tighten my hold on her, my hand still stroking her belly.
“I’m going to take such good care of you,” I promise, my voice a low rumble behind her ear.
“You’ll never want for anything. You and our babies.
You’ll have the best of everything in Chicago. ”
She turns her head slightly, her cheek brushing against my arm. “Jagger?” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“Yes, Doc?”
“Will you… Will you be upset if I’m not…?”
“No.” I chuckle, a deep, satisfied sound, and assure her, “You were perfect. Taking what I gave you. Coming for me so sweetly.” I let my hand drift lower, my fingers brushing through the short, well-trimmed tuft of hair above her pussy.
I press the heel of my hand against her mound as my fingers toy lightly with the base of the plug.
“This belongs to me now. All of it. And I will keep my sweet pussy full of cum, until you are growing our son.”
“Our son?” she asks, a hint of a smile in her voice.
“Or our daughter,” I amend, though the thought of a little girl with Blake’s dark eyes and my will—or hers—is overwhelming.
“As long as she has your spirit and my last name. We’ll have more after that.
A whole houseful. I want to see you pregnant all the time, Blake.
I want everyone in Chicago to know who you belong to. Who put that baby in you.”
She shivers, and I know it’s not from being cold. It’s the same thrill that runs through me when I think about it. This is what we were made for. Her to carry my children, and me to provide and protect.
I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, my lips lingering over her pulse. “Rest now,” I tell her gently. “You’re going to need your energy. I plan to fuck you day and night until there is no denying the second blue line on a test.”
She lets out a soft laugh. It’s a sleepy, happy sound. “You’re relentless.”
“I’m determined,” I correct, my hand resuming its pattern where our children will grow. “And I always get what I want. And I have everything I want right here.”
She doesn’t respond. Her breathing has already evened out, deep and slow.
She’s asleep in my arms, exhausted, claimed, and completely mine.
I lie awake for a long time, holding her, listening to her breathe, and feeling the profound, earth-shifting certainty that our lives could have just been irrevocably altered.
The future is no longer a concept. A reality that could be growing right now in the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.