Thea
When I thought Massio would lead me into the bathroom, I was wrong. He pulls me around the side of the bed and positions pillows at the headboard.
“Get on the bed. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I climb onto the bed, and moments later, he emerges from the bathroom with a towel. I furrow my brow. What the heck is he doing?
His shirt sleeves are pulled up to his elbows, exposing his thick biceps, and my mouth waters to lick at the veins protruding from them.
“Lift your ass up.” He motions with a flick of his hand, and I want to ask him why, but knowing how demanding he is about me questioning him, I simply do as he asks.
He places the towel below me, then in one swift move, he flicks open his switchblade and slices through my G-string, causing me to gasp. He throws it to the floor and practically growls in its direction, making me bite into my lip to stifle the laugh bubbling to escape.
His words fixed the broken pieces inside me that my mother worked so hard to destroy. I don’t know why I allow her to have power over me, but with Massio’s strength and confidence in me, I vow to remain worthy of him. Though to him, I will always be his little brat, just how we like it.
“Open your legs nice and wide, Little Brat,” he coaxes in a deep, smooth tone that has me complying instantly.
He rips the test from the wrapper and scans the instructions. “I don’t understand,” I whisper, studying his face. His eyebrows pinch together as he reads the box.
When his eyes meet mine, they’re heated and full of a possessive lust that has my chest pulling tight and my thighs begging to clench together.
As if sensing my thoughts, he grasps my thigh with his thick hand and pulls it wide, and I watch with fascination as he positions himself between my legs.
“You’re gonna pee on the stick, Little Brat.”
My mouth falls open.
He can’t be serious?
“Massio?” I shake my head. “People pee in the toilet when they do these tests.” I wave toward the test in his hand.
His jaw clenches. “We’re not finding out about our baby in a fucking toilet, Thea. Our baby was created in love.”
My blood races at his confession.
“We’re going to find out on a bed where we make love.”
As twisted as it sounds, it kind of makes sense. In a Massio kind of way.
“Besides, Daddy wants to watch the moment you pee on the stick. The moment our baby is confirmed.”
My cheeks burn, but something deep inside me swells, and I can’t help the way my pussy reacts to the idea of peeing on his command. My core clenches with excitement.
“Fuck, I can see your little hole likes that, Little Brat, it’s contracting, wanting Daddy to fill it. Are you going to let Daddy clean you up after too?” His hooded eyes meet mine, and he licks his lips as if hungry for the taste of me.
I’ve no idea what he means by cleaning me up after, but I’ve become accustomed to his aftercare and intend on reveling in the pleasure of it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He places his palm on my stomach and caresses it, then his eyes hold mine hostage, and my heart beats rapidly under his scrutiny and the excitement dancing in the air between us.
He places the stick between my legs, and his grip on my thigh tightens.
“Pee for Daddy,” he murmurs, and he’s so close I feel his breath on my skin.
“I don’t think I—”
He presses on my stomach, not hard, but enough to encourage me.
I dig my elbows into the mattress to lift myself up to watch, then his lips touch the inside of my thigh. His eyes bounce from my pussy to my face, and with a deep exhale, I open my bladder.
His pupils dilate and his stare darkens as I let the pee trickle out of me. I watch on in awe.
“More, Little Brat. Pee a little more,” he encourages.
He presses again, and this time it feels like a dam has burst. My pee gushes in a steady stream I can guarantee needed more than just a towel.
“Oh god!” I groan, part mortification and part giddiness.
“Fuuuckkk.” The growl that leaves Massio is nothing short of animalistic, and I bask in it. “That’s it, baby.” He kisses my thigh so tenderly, the moment is beautiful.
He’s right, we needed this together, a loving experience, just how our baby would have been created.
Wetness flows from me, and not just in the form of pee. I can’t help but lift my ass up as my pussy begs for attention.
His tongue swipes over my skin, and part of me, the sordid part, hopes he tastes my pee too.
The thought is dirty, filthy even, but the truth is, I want him to.
Need him to.
His head dips lower as my pee trickles out of me, and when he flattens his tongue and swipes it through my soaked folds, my jaw falls open.
“Oh, Daddy. Please.”
He drops the pregnancy stick to the side of the bed, then spreads me open.
“Gonna clean my little brat,” he growls.
“Yess!” I buck beneath him, already on the brink.
His tongue delves into my pussy then slides up to my pee hole, where he latches his mouth over it.
There’s barely any pee left despite me urging my body to release more, but as he sucks on me, I grip his cropped hair and thrust up to meet his face.
“You taste good, Little Wife.”
Pure need swells inside me.
Wife.
I’m his wife. His.
A thick finger slides inside me, and I moan.
He adds another, then I pant heavily, and my pulse thuds out of control.
The slopping of wetness adds to the intensity behind his control, and when he adds another finger, I combust around him.
“Massio!” I scream. He pumps in and out at a punishing pace until my grip on him falters and my body falls limp against the pillows.
Massio crawls over my body, his mouth dripping with arousal and pee. He swipes at his face, and a devious smile plays on his lips.
“Gonna fuck you now, Little Brat. Hard and fast. Hold on to Daddy.”