3. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Elsie
March 6 — 9 Weeks 4 Days, Kumquat
D riving home from the Medical District happens on autopilot, my heart pounding for the full 30 minutes it takes to get back to River Oaks and park in the garage before taking the elevator up to my penthouse apartment.
When I reach the top floor, my shoulders sag, and I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding.
My apartment is the one place in the world where I have complete control. It’s my safe haven from the world.
When you enter through the front door from the elevator bay, you walk into the large open floor plan. To the left is the kitchen with white cabinets and marble countertops. The layout flows seamlessly into the living room, with an entire wall of bookshelves around the television.
It is decorated in a minimalist, modern style, and I keep the space immaculately clean and organized. The entire place is in various shades of white, cream, and gray, with accents throughout of my favorite color, rich emerald green.
Turning to the right from the front door takes you down a hallway that leads to the primary bedroom, my office, and a guest bedroom that I planned to convert into a nursery when the time comes. In the opposite direction is the den and two more bedrooms, one of which I’ve converted into a yoga studio that overlooks the city.
Placing my purse on the kitchen island, I immediately head to my bedroom for a shower and a mental breakdown under scalding water.
The water beats down on my back and face as I go through my shower routine, but the panic hits again just as I’m lathering my hair with shampoo.
Sinking down on the shower bench, I struggle to breathe in with all the steam surrounding me. Everything goes fuzzy, and my thoughts swirl.
Something twists in my chest as I fixate on the doctor’s words.
You’re pregnant.
Am I happy about this? Absolutely.
It’s what I’ve been trying for these past two years.
But like this?
Having a baby after sleeping with a man only once?
He has to be the dad, right?
I haven’t slept with anyone else.
How could this have happened, though?
We used condoms!
Realization dawns, and my eyes grow wide .
My hidden album.—I finally remember.
Without shutting off the water or rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I scramble out of the shower. I throw a towel around my body and race to the kitchen.
Dripping wet, I search through my Mary Poppins bag for my phone, which I find under all the crap I keep in there.
When I try to unlock my phone, facial recognition doesn’t work, and my wet hands struggle to type in the passcode.
I wipe my hands and the phone screen on my towel to dry off everything and try again.
Just having my phone open makes a breath rush out of my lungs in relief.
A puddle of water and sudsy bubbles form on the floor around my feet. I know they’re here, the photos and videos from that night. I specifically asked him to take them on my phone so I could control what and with whom these were shared.
I navigate to my photos and wait for facial recognition to open the album of hidden pictures and videos. I stop when the folder opens.
The photos and videos are right there, but I can’t bring myself to click on them.
To watch my choices unfold before me.
But I want this. I have wanted this more than anything. This has been my goal, and what I have been trying to achieve.
I turn and slump to the floor, my back resting on the cabinets under the kitchen island counter. Once settled, I force myself to click on the last video saved in the album.
Thirteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.
In thirteen minutes and twenty-three seconds, I’ll know for sure .
Clicking on the small icon, the video begins to play. It starts with a frame of my face, which is surrounded by my mess of curls. It then moves down to show my breast, which fall to my sides and every roll of my stomach. When the recording reaches my waiting pussy there’s a glorious cock sheathed in a condom there as well.
I let out a relieved breath at the confirmation that we used a condom.
On the screen, I watch myself visibly shiver under his touch. The sight of us, our bodies, together is mesmerizing.
I unmute it just as he runs his dusty pink head up and down my slit, paying extra attention to my clit.
Then, after positioning himself at my entrance, he stops.
“You want more of my cock, little princess?” He says in his deep growl.
The camera scans back up my body just in time to catch me rising up on my elbows to glare at him, but the expression quickly turns to pleasure.
Even with it offscreen, I remember him slowly entering me and the way my body rippled with pleasure. Then he proceeded to tease me by slowly, and I mean slowly , thrusting in and out.
“Fuck me like you mean it, asshole.” I snap.
“Clearly, I haven’t been doing my job if my princess can talk.” He chuckles before picking his pace up.
With a new rhythm set, I watch myself fall back on the mattress, and the camera goes back to recording where his cock thrusts in and out of me.
Watching as he fucks me has me captivated.
The slick slapping sound of him sliding in and out so quickly has me growing wet as I watch the recording. Each pulse of his hips has my pussy clenching with need as I sit in a puddle on my kitchen floor.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” I hear myself moan from the phone speaker. “I love how you fill me up. I want you to cum inside me. Give me everything.”
“Do you want me to fill you with cum. Make your pussy sloppy with my juices. Give you all my cum so I can make a baby inside you, Elsie?” He says, the video returning to my face as I look away. “Fuck yes… that’s so… hot.”
I remember the heat that formed in his eyes and the way he licked his lips as though just the thought of my secret desire was the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
“You want me to fuck you and fill you with my cum, don’t you? Your pussy is so greedy for it. You want my cum in you?” He purrs, each phrase punctuated by another thrust. “Then beg.”
“I don’t beg.” I snap, my tone serious.
“Oh yes, you will. You want me to fill you up with my cum? Then beg daddy for it.” He growls.
Even now, hearing him call himself ‘daddy’ has my pussy clenching like a needy whore again.
“Tell me how you want me to use your tight little pussy, princess.” He says.
“Fuck you.” I snarl.
I watch his thrusts stop, and a pitiful whine of distress escapes my lips.
“Tell me how, princess.” He pulls me up by my hair, forcing me to rest on my elbows again. He looks me straight in the eyes. “Tell daddy to use your pussy like the bitch in heat you are.”
I remember the anger that surged through me and how determined I was to defy him .
Yet, I was desperate for it at the same time.
Despite endless flirting between us, we’d never slept together before this night. It was supposed to be a one-time thing for us.
The dynamic was volatile, each of us clamoring for dominance as we played. The give and take between us is almost as erotic as the sex itself. The heat and tension were intoxicating. It’s something I never allowed myself before because I know how he is.
He’s a player.
A true dragon to my unicorn.
He’s a single pansexual man in the lifestyle who sleeps with, well… everyone. Plus, he’ll fuck them in any way they ask for. No kink is off-limits.
While I may be single and bisexual, I’m more discerning with whom I play.
Which is why we never played before, but fuck did I want it that weekend.
I wanted everything.
And, drunk on orgasms, he finally broke my mind until I was genuinely begging.
I see on the screen when my sanity snaps.
I reach up to pull him into a kiss, and the video stops abruptly on the last frame, but the memory of that night continues.
The phone was quickly tossed to the side to free up his hands, one of which went to play with my clit while the other reached up to slide into my hair and tightly grip at the root as we kissed.
My skin grows hot as I remember how we fucked. Every cell in my body seems to vibrate with the memory of his touch on me, the heat between us, and the thrill that rolled through me.
It felt so good, and I was out of my mind with pleasure.
But then that key memory breaks through.
“ Fuck . The condom broke.” He says, pulling out of me and taking off the broken condom. “Hold on one second. I’ll get another.”
“No. Please don’t stop.” I cry, grabbing him by his now unsheathed cock and guiding him back into my pussy.
“Elsie.”
“No. Not Elsie. Right now, I’m not her.” I say breathlessly. “Fuck me raw, daddy. Give me your cock. Please… fill me up. I need it.”
He leans down until our lips are just a breath apart.
“Tell me what you want, princess.” He commands. “What you really want. ”
I remember hesitating, but the feeling of his tip just barely grazing my entrance had me desperate.
“Fucking fill me up with your cum. Please, I need it.” I relent, falling back onto the mattress. “Breed me, Daddy.”
The smile that breaks over his face is everything I need at that moment.
“That’s it.” He smirks, lining up his cock to enter me once more. “Daddy’s gonna give his little princess everything she wants.”
“Everything. Please.” I groan.
“You want me to breed you?” He says, thrusting into me. “I know you do. You want me to fill you with my seed. Just a greedy cunt desperate to be filled up.”
“Yes, give me your cum.” I moan as his pace picks up. “Give me your seed. I want your baby.”
Leaning down so his lips barely graze my ear, he whispers. “You’re gonna look so good carrying my child. Your breasts full and round, softly draping over your swollen belly.”
I let out a high-pitched whine. “Please. I want it. ”
“Shhh… Don’t worry. Daddy’s got you.” He soothes, his hand coming to caress the side of my face.
Each of his thrusts drives me closer and closer to my climax. Energy buzzes through me each time I clench around his cock. A hurricane of pleasure builds in my entire body.
“Fuck I’m so close.” I moan. “Give it to me, daddy.”
He picks up his pace, our skin slapping together loudly.
“Fuck. I’m almost there, too.” He groans.
“Daddy. Please!” I scream. “Please!”
“Gonna. Make you. My baby. Mama.” He grunts with each thrust. “Gonna. Fill you. Up.”
Marshall cries out as he cums. He shudders with each release, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. Each thrust in and out squelches, proof of the cum he’s filled me with.
The sound alone and the knowledge that he just gave me everything I needed sends me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes into me like a storm that knocks me out completely.
The feeling of Marshall pulling out brings me back to myself.
I start to pull myself up, but then his fingers slip through my slit to gather up the cum that’s escaped my pussy. When he pushes his cum back into me, my head drops back, and my body shudders.
“Take it all, princess. Take daddy’s cum like the dirty bitch you are.” He murmurs before crawling up on the bed next to me.
He tugs me up so my whole body is laying on the mattress, encompassed by his massive frame. One of his arms props up my head like a pillow, but his free hand reaches down to my pussy.
Fingers rub at my lower lips, and every time that I feel a little bit of cum drip out of me, thick callused fingers push it back inside. After a few times, his fingers remain in me and gently stroke that sensitive spot in my pussy.
The soft strokes have my body tensing, readying for another orgasm.
This time, when it comes, the sensation is a soft wave of pleasure.
“Sleep, princess. Daddy’s got you.” He whispers, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll wake you up when we need to go.”
After that, every sensation fades out except the warmth of him curled around me and his hand cupping my pussy.
The chime of the phone in my hand brings me back from the memories into my kitchen.
Fuck.
I’m gonna be a mom.
Someone is going to call me Mommy.
And their “daddy?”
“Daddy” was supposed to be role-play.
It was sexy, but just play.
But my goddess-damned uterus made it a reality.
I’m pregnant.
I’m going to be a mom.
And Marshall Law is going to be a dad.