21. Jason
Mandi’s done something amazing, but she refused to celebrate too soon, so I tied her to the towel rack in the bathroom two hours ago, and have been making her regret it ever since.
I’ve spanked, humiliated, licked, and fucked her to the edge of orgasm six times, and now that I’ve left her pussy empty and her ass stretched to perfection with a plug, while she’s trapped on all fours and hooked up to her breast pumps, she’s fucking beside herself.
As am I. My cock is aching from the sight of her dripping cunt, and I can’t wait to finish her off. Just forty-six more seconds…
I nudge and play with the plug in her ass, and when she strains against her cuffs with a whimper, I press my tongue slowly inside her cunt, until she bucks to smear her honey on my lips.
“Mmm…” I lap at her sweetness and hum against her flesh, as she tightens with pre-orgasmic tension, before pulling back to watch her climax fade away again.
The timer goes off, and Mandi moans in relief. “Oh thank, God,” she says, as I power-down her breast pumps. “What does it say? Tell me it’s good news, Jason. I want to come so fucking bad. Please.”
“It’s wonderful news, Princess.” I smile and kiss her near the freshly healed tattoo on her ass. “We’re having a baby.”
She gasps and her whole body trembles. I’ve got her wound so tight with emotions, she’s lost control over them and can only express what she truly feels.
“Really?” she asks with tears in her smiling eyes. They’re so full of hope and longing, she is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her.
“Really,” I confirm as I kiss her forehead.
I show her the second positive pregnancy test she demanded as proof that the previous one wasn’t faulty, and then I place it on the tiles in front of her, next to the other one. She kept herself from the joy of believing the truth, but she has it now.
I wanted her to take another test immediately after she doubted the first, but it took three bottles of water and an hour and fifty-six minutes of my tormenting her with pleasure, before she begged to pee on my hand, while I held the test stick between her legs.
But she did it, and I doubt either of us could be happier with the result.
Her smile was worth the wait.
She looks at the tests and then searches my face, like she needs more proof that it’s real. I move in close behind her, to stroke her soft belly and kiss her spine.
“You can believe it, Princess. You did so fucking good,” I murmur against her skin. “We’re going to have that wonderful life we dreamed up together that summer I held you in my arms under the trees. It won’t always be easy, but I will love you and care for you, no matter what.” I grab myself, spread her pussy, and run the fat head of my cock up and down her juicy slit. “So can we celebrate now?”
“Yes,” she cries, trembling all over when I keep her from rearing back, to take me, before I’ve agreed.
“Are you sure?” I ask, teasing her cunt. “You don’t need to see another test? You don’t need to see so many peed-on sticks a little pig could build a house out of them?”
She relaxes as she giggles.
“Mmm… That’s a pretty sound, Princess. The acoustics in this bathroom are fucking awesome. Make sure you come good and loud for me.”
I wedge myself firmly at her snug entrance, and then force my cock inside her, past the bulky plug in her ass. It’s made her so fucking tight, I feel like I’m breaking her in again. She pants and whimpers, and I push forward until her restraints hold fast and I can use the resistance to sheath myself to the hilt. “Fuuuuck. You’re such a good fucking girl, Princess.”
I slap her ass affectionately, and she clamps her cunt around me even more tightly. “Let’s stay here a little while,” I mumble, as I press myself against the flared base of her plug and just rock.
Mandi moans and shifts her ass back at me, soaking my balls with her arousal and making the plug fuck her gorgeously stretched asshole a little harder.
“Good, huh?” I stroke her slippery clit, and then take my fingers to my mouth. “You taste so fucking beautiful.”
She ripples inside, and I give her a slow stir with my cock. “Don’t come yet, my love,” I say. “I’m going to give you three options, and you’re going to pick your favorite.”
She utters a frustrated growl and bucks against her restraints. It feels fucking amazing when she struggles, so I let her do it until she starts having too much of a good time with it.
“I said, not yet.” I give her a short, sharp smack on her ass, and she grips my cock hard, as the rest of her shakes with the effort to contain her orgasm. “I haven’t shown you the four options,” I say.
“You said three,” she wails, slapping her palm to the tiles.
“And then you pushed your luck,” I explain, my heart fluttering with glee. “Here’s the first option.” I press the vibrate symbol on the outer flange of my cock ring, and she cries out, as if I’ve sent a bolt of electricity through her.
She drops her voice to a dull, undulating moan, as my cock thrums inside her snug heat. The pulsing resonates through my shaft until even my tip tingles, and I rumble softly too.
“Pretty good?” I ask, switching off the vibe.
Mandi’s response is unintelligible, but her juices are dripping from my balls, which seems a good indication of her enjoyment.
“Option Two.” I hit the vibe signal again and stretch the vibrating silicon extension flap over her swollen clit. She sparks to life and yanks at her restraints like a possessed puppet, grappling with her strings, and when I turn it off, she sags with a muttered jumbled of expletives and pleas.
“Not bad. Almost too much, perhaps?”
“Three. Hurry,” she begs, her thighs quivering.
“Three,” I agree, spinning the cock ring so I can press the vibrating extension to the base of the toy in her ass. “Three?”
She shudders around my cock with a whimper, before she clenches tight again.
I rock into her, as the plug sets my cock humming through the wall of her ass. “Mmm… I like Three. You?”
“Motherfucker.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I say with a grin. “That the best of the three, Princess?”
Her reply is muffled when she bites the nearest towel, but she nods.
“Better brace yourself for Option Number Four, then.” I turn the dial of her breast-pumps back up, and rock the bulbous plug in her ass, while I fuck her vibrating, juicy cunt and cup her clit hard against my hand, to keep her right where I want her.
Mandi explodes like a firecracker and screams her pleasure, until it reverberates off the fucking walls. She squirts at the floor each time I pump my cock inside her, and her hot little cunt sucks and slurps and squeezes at me like a mouth, thirsty for cum.
I’ve got a fine fucking load to feed it.
I spill into her depths with a roar, pulsing my seed hard at her cervix, even though she’s already bred. I’m fucking hooked. When I see my spendings dripping out of her, I feel more pride about it than anything else I’ve ever accomplished.
“You’re my fucking princess,” I growl, fucking her through her spasms, to make them last and because I like how fucking messy she looks and sounds when I do it.
I click off my vibrating ring, wiggle her ass-plug free and toss it in the sink, and watch her really settle into receiving her pleasure. I milk the last few drops of cum at her asshole and massage them into her, as she melts beneath me, and then I ease down the suction on her milking pumps before removing them from her swollen nipples.
I release her binds and gather her into my arms before she collapses on the cum-splattered floor. I carry her through to the bedroom, not giving a fuck about the mess we make.
“You did so good, beautiful,” I whisper as she lies limp beside me. “I’m so proud of you.”
I pull her right up against me and smile when she purrs in her sleep. My gaze drifts to her canvases — on easels and leaning against walls — all around our bedroom. There’s paint everywhere, all of it brightly colored, and each of her paintings is filled with the kinds of feelings she never had a chance to express in her old life.
She has a specialty, for sure. I don’t know how she bends the paint to her will like she does, but her talent in capturing the expression of pure joy on children’s faces is undeniable — as if she spent her years studying happy kids — and I’m so excited for the opportunity for her to see those kinds of expressions beaming back at her from our children. Will she paint them, too?
I can already imagine their portraits, lining the hallways.
“You’re free now, Princess. Free and loved. And full of potential. You’re going to be everything your mother wasn’t. Amazing and fucking wonderful. Our kids are going to love you, and I’m going to have to learn photography or something, so I can capture your smiling face right next to theirs.”