Chapter Thirty-Six Drea
Even though I’d read about it in What to Expect When You’re Expecting, I couldn’t possibly grasp the true insanity that was pregnancy brain.
As I headed into my fourth month, or third for Leo, I reached peak flightness.
I mixed up words, and I forgot assignments for school.
I felt like I was twenty-one going on seventy-one.
Although Leo was always helpful, he found my daily fuck-ups endearing. He loved to say “Aw, someone’s got Mommy Brain.”
With my pregnancy rage hormones, he was lucky I hadn’t kneed him in the balls. I’m pretty sure that’s why he’d agreed to go hang out with his brothers today. He wanted out of the line of fire.
Just as he was about to head out the door, he poked his head in the living room where he found me pacing around and wringing my hands.
He crossed the room to me. As usual, his hands went straight to my bump. “Are you okay?”
“I’m trying to find my muse.”
“Did it run away?”
“Ha, ha. You’re such a fucking comedian,” I muttered.
His brows popped wide. “What’s with the attitude?”
“At this stage of pregnancy, you really have to ask?”
He grinned. “Oh, I know why you’re expressing your attitude. I just wondered what had happened to cause it.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m stressed about this assignment for one of my art classes.”
“What can I do to help?”
Shaking my head, I replied, “No. It’s okay. You go on and meet your brothers.”
Leo slid an arm around my waist, drawing me against him. “Not if my wife needs me.”
“That’s really sweet of you to offer, but I really don’t think you can help.”
“I’m an ideas guy, so you can run some ideas past me.”
“Basically, I’m just supposed to capture the essence of a living form.”
“Sounds a little broad to me.”
I laughed. “Which is why I’m wigging out. I thought about borrowing Cannoli from Maeve.”
I absolutely adored the dachshund that Rafe and Maeve had just adopted. Well, it wasn’t so much they adopted her as one of Rafe’s old bodyguards was dying, and he needed someone to take his dog.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“At the same time, I feel bad asking because I still feel so guilty about what Father did to Murphy.”
“You know how she feels about that.”
Chewing on my thumbnail, I replied, “It still feels awkward somehow.”
“How about drawing a person?”
Slowly, I nodded my head. “You’re right. Maeve would make a beautiful subject.”
Leo grinned. “I was talking about me.”
“But I drew you before.”
“That was just between us.”
“You really wouldn’t mind sitting for me today?”
“As long as you reward me afterwards.”
I laughed at his cheekiness. “I suppose I could throw a blow job your way.”
“Then I’m your man.”
“What are you going to tell your brothers?”
“That I’m abandoning them for the promise of pussy later.”
I shrieked in horror. “Leo!”
He laughed. “Trust me. They’d do the same.”
“Could you at least tell them I wasn’t feeling well or something?”
“Absolutely not. Talia always taught us not to lie about sickness, or it will bring bad luck.”
Since I knew how seriously Italians and Sicilians took superstition, I didn’t give Leo any grief. “Fine. Tell them pregnancy hormones made me horny, and I demanded you service me.”
Throwing his head back with a laugh, Leo said, “I can’t. That line is too good not to use it in person to see the looks on their faces.”
“Whatever.”
Leo got his phone and texted his brothers. Before he could read their responses, he put the phone back on the table. Glancing around, Leo asked, “Where do you want me?”
“The bathroom.”
He wrinkled his nose. “You’re not going to sketch me on the toilet, are you?”
I laughed. “No, stronzo. It has both natural and artificial light.”
“If you say so.”
“Come on,” I urged as I grabbed his hand and led him into the master bathroom.
I was halfway across our bedroom when an idea popped in my head. “Are you okay with being nude?”
He waggled his brows. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“You seriously make me want to strangle you.”
“Ooh, autoeroticism. Never tried it, but for you I’d be willing.”
"Leandro Gabriele Neretti!” I huffed.
Leo whistled. “Ooh, she’s using my government name. I better behave.”
“That’s right.” Jerking my chin at him, I said, “Take off your shirt.”
“Yes, ma’m,” he obediently replied.
Once he was shirtless, I tapped my chin in thought. Placing my hands on his back, I pushed him over in front of one of the mirrors. “I could sketch from behind you and then capture your image in the mirror as well,” I thought out loud.
“I’m going to be some douchebag staring at himself in the mirror.”
“Hmm, interesting concept. I could make you an urban Narcissus.”
“The fucker who fell in love with his own image in the water and died because he wouldn’t look away.”
“Pretty much.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“It could be really cool.”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll keep thinking. In the meantime, I need you to lose the pants.” Instead of waiting on him, I unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops.
“Ooh, are you going to spank me?” Leo teased.
“Only if you don’t obey me.”
“Mm, what are you going to ask me to do?”
“For the moment, I just want you to take your pants and underwear off. Then when I know more, I’ll let you know.”
With a teasing wink, Leo replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
Once he stood before me in all his naked glory, I rubbed my chin in thought about how to pose him. “You know, I have something for you to rub.”
Groaning, I rolled my eyes. “Leo, I’m a pregnant woman on the edge. Can you not be a horny beast for a minute?”
“You’re asking a lot of me.”
“Leo,” I growled.
He held up his hands. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
It was that gesture that gave me my idea. “Hold your arms out in front of you.”
After Leo obliged, I brought the belt around his wrists and then tightened it. “This has taken a kinky turn.”
Ignoring him, I led him over to the shower. After taking the shower head off the holder, I let it rest on the tile. “Raise your hands over your head.”
When he did, I managed to hook the belt over the holder. Leo jerked his arms and found he was bound. “Seriously, Drea?”
“Yes.”
Without another word to him, I ran to get my sketch book. “Okay, I’d have you keep your head down, but I really want to get your face in it.”
“Considering you’ve got me trussed up like a sub, I’m not so sure I want my face to be seen.”
“Submitting is very sexy.”
“I like to take.”
“Shh, I need to work.”
“Could you at least put on some music or a podcast?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I kept hearing his words echo through my mind.
I like to take
For what I wanted to do, I knew I could never draw it in the moment. I’d have to work the sketches from pictures instead of a still life, which in a way was cheating. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I was too inspired.
Holding up my finger, I said, “Don’t move.”
Leo rolled his eyes. “You’re joking, right?”
I ran out of the bathroom to grab my phone. When I returned, Leo eyed the phone suspiciously. “Will you try to just trust the process?”
“It depends on what you plan to do to me with that phone.”
“I want to take your submission.”
“How?”
“I think it would be easier for me to show you.”
“Okay,” he replied hesitantly.
I stepped into the shower to stand in front of Leo. Just the sight of all his muscles on display sent a shiver through me. Throw in the fact that he was entirely at my mercy was such a turn on.
“Keep your eyes on mine.”
Although he furrowed his brows, he didn’t argue. Reaching between us, I took his cock in my hand. When his jaw clenched with need, I snapped a picture.
When he threw me a questioning look, I shook my head. “Trust the process.”
“The process right now is you jerking me with one hand and taking pictures with the other.”
With a wink, I said, “I’m a multitasker.”
“Whatever.”
Slowly, I began to work my fingers up and down his shaft. His length swelled in my hand. At the rub of my thumb along the tip, he bit down on his lip. Once again, I captured the moment.
When I flicked back to see the two pictures, I frowned. They were good, but not what I was envisioning. Although I would regret it later, I sank to my knees on the tile. From this angle, I got both Leo’s body and his facial expressions.
Leaning in, I sucked his cock into my mouth. When Leo threw his head back with pleasure, I caught it with the camera. There were so many beautiful shots of him experiencing pleasure.
Leaning his head against his bicep with his brows furrowed.
His tongue licking his bottom lip.
Sagging against the bindings when the pleasure overwhelmed him.
But the moment of true beauty was when he came. As he spurted onto my chin and neck, I captured the moment of absolute surrender.
When he came back to himself, he stared down at me. “You took from me.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“It was so fucking hot.”
I grinned. “Trust me, it looked so fucking hot.”
“Want me to finish you off?”
“No, I gotta get on these sketches,” I replied, as I struggled to my feet.
I started to limp out of the shower when Leo called, “Drea, where the fuck are you going?”
When I turned back, I realized he was still bound to the shower. “Just hang out. I won’t be long,” I teased.
“Drea Neretti, if you don’t get your ass over here right now and get me down!”
“What will you do?” I taunted.
“I won’t rub your feet before bed anymore.”
I gasped. “That’s cruel considering how much my feet swell.”
“So is leaving me strung up here.”
“You do know you only have to lift your arms up and over, and you’re free.”
After following my instructions, Leo freed himself from the shower. He waved his wrists at me. “There’s still this.”
I quickly freed his hands. “You know, I wouldn’t mind doing that with you again,” I mused.
“Drawing me?”
“Tying you up.”
“Only if you promise to do the same.”
“Deal.” I then hurried out of the bathroom to get my sketchbook. When Leo came out of the bathroom back in his clothes, my focus was on transferring what I’d captured in the photos onto paper.
“Let me guess. You don’t need me anymore.”
Glancing up, I gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry if I ruined your day.”
“Ruined? I got a blow job out of it.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you don’t think your time was wasted.”
“Nope. I’m going to see if I can still meet up with the guys.”
“Sounds good,” I replied while getting back to work.
Five hours later, when Leo reappeared, he found me at the dining room table with three completed sketches. “Holy shit. These are amazing.”
“I decided to do a series and call it Submission.”
“Damn, Drea, you’re so talented.”
“I hope my professor thinks so. Not just for a good grade, but if he approves, they could get included in this major art show coming up.”
Leo’s brows popped wide. “You mean the face I make when I come is going to be seen by thousands?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s pretty fucking cool.”
I grinned up at him. “Of course you do, egomaniac.”
He leaned over to kiss me. “Next time, I’ll tie you up and take pictures. Then you draw yourself experiencing pleasure.”
A shiver ran through me at the erotic suggestion. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Then it’s a plan.”