Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

  “What about protection?” I asked. The truth was, the absolute last thing I wanted was a condom separating us, but I wasn’t on the pill. The biggest part of me wanted Mr. Ash to fuck me bare and come inside me again and again, filling me up until I ended up pregnant.

  But someone like him certainly wouldn’t want a baby with someone like me.

  Or so I thought. The hunger in Mr. Ash’s eyes seemed to have increased even more when I mentioned protection. “You’re not using anything then?” he asked, his eyes laser-focused between my legs. “You’re fertile.” He stopped speaking and seemed to mull over his words for a moment. “I don’t want to use protection with you, Cassie. I've been wanting an heir to my fortune for some time. I want to breed you, my beautiful girl. I want to watch your belly grow and these lovely breasts fill with milk. The child will have everything, and so will you. If you want it, of course."

  “Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “Please, get me pregnant!”

  With that last bit of business over with, Mr. Ash simply stood at the foot of the bed and stared at me. Fully naked and completely exposed I submitted to his gaze, feeling as though every flaw was on display on the bright red sheets. Despite his repetition that I was intoxicating to him, having those eyes boring into me and taking in every inch of my body still made wonder what he saw in me. He could have anyone in the world with his money, but he chose to risk it all for a chance at me.

  Mr. Ash slowly and silently began shedding his clothes, methodically removing his shirt and jacket to reveal his muscular chest and kicking off his shoes and socks before climbing on the bed and sitting between my spread legs.

  "Your breasts," he began, taking on the fleshy globe in his hand and squeezing it lightly, "are stunning. Once they start to grow, I’m going to slide my cock between them and fuck you there.” I shivered at the image of that thick length disappearing between my large breasts. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He lowered his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around the flesh until it was a hard point before switching to the other side. “I want to paint your breasts with my come.”

  My breasts had always been incredibly sensitive, and Mr. Ash’s mouth switching back and forth between my nipples, never pausing for more than a few seconds in between, had my pussy dripping. I had always wondered if it actually was possible for a woman to orgasm just from nipple play, and since Mr. Ash showed no intention of moving his head or his fingers and lower, it seemed like I was about to find out.

  The licks became nips and those nips grew harder each time. He never bit hard enough to break the skin, but the bite marks stood out stark red against my pale skin. Abandoning my nipples for the moment, Mr. Ash began moving outward, sucking at the skin of my breasts, covering me with marks of his desire. My arms strained against the cuffs with my longing to touch him and bury my hands in his hair, but they held me tightly.

  Time seemed to stop as his lips and tongue caressed my skin, the moment suspended in amber. The sensations kept pouring over me, and the flood between my legs was growing. As fantastic as this slow burn of pleasure was, I desperately wanted to feel this cock inside me.

  Before I could protest or beg or demand that he fuck me, Mr. Ash went back to my nipples, his mouth latching on one while his fingers tightly pinched to other and the orgasm that rolled over my body took me by surprise. It wasn't the crashing tsunami of ecstasy I had experienced earlier, but there was no mistaking the tremors that traveled from my toes upward to be anything other than an orgasm. Mr. Ash had managed to make me come without touching my pussy.

  When I came back to myself I could see that the front of Mr. Ash’s pants were tented by that huge cock, and, deciding to be bold, I spoke up. “I wish I could run my hand over that big bulge,” I moaned.

  Mr. Ash shivered. “I can see what you’re aching for,” he said as he unzipped those pants and pulled out his cock, already at full erection. Tugging on my hips, Mr. Ash pulled me towards him and I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped me as he slid his cock right in.

  That amazing nine-inch cock felt like billion dollars as it speared me. Never in my life had I felt as perfectly filled as I did at that moment. Inch after inch pushed into me until he finally bottomed out. The girth of his cock stretched my pink pussy wide open, and I knew I was in for the fucking of my lifetime.

  Ever so slowly, Mr. Ash withdrew his cock from me until just the tip of the head was still inside. Then he slammed forward, the force of the thrust jarring me.

  “Such a tight pussy you have,” he growled, his balls smacking against my ass as he pounded into me. “You’re perfect.” His hand reached down and pinched one of my nipples, drawing it to a hard point before switching sides and giving the other the same attention. “I should keep you locked up down here, and just feed you my cock all day long. Would you like that?”

  The thought of being so dominated, of living the life of a well-used sex toy forever, was scary, but so thrilling at the same time. Giving up every ounce of control to Mr. Ash sounded like everything I had always been afraid to admit I wanted.

  “YES MR. ASH!” I cried.

  Mr. Ash began rubbing my clit with his thumb, giving that aching nub just the amount of attention it needed to send me spiraling into an orgasm. My inner muscles fluttered around his cock, clenching and grabbing at that thick rod buried in me like a wet fist. "Yes, baby!" Mr. Ash roared, his thrusts growing faster and more erratic. “I’m going to fill your pussy up with my come!” Mr. Ash rammed forward one last time and I felt his hot come splash into my grasping pussy.

  The only sound that filled the room was our harsh breathing as we tried to catch our breath. I whimpered as Mr. Ash pulled his cock out of me, already missing the feeling of that hard length splitting me open. I watched silently as he straightened himself and then gathered up my clothes from the neat pile on the chair.

  Setting the clothes on the edge of the bed, Mr. Ash unfastened the leather cuffs that I had almost forgotten I was wearing. With a surprising gentleness, he rubbed my wrists to ease the ache in my muscles from the cuffs, then he lifted me up and set me on the floor. For the first time since I entered this room, I was standing on my own two feet. Already, I was starting to miss the cuffs and the feeling of crawling around on the floor. I dressed slowly, Mr. Ash watching me silently, and then followed on his heels as he exited the room.

  Once we were out in the hallway and the door to the room closed, I found myself pressed up against the wall as Mr. Ash plundered my mouth with a kiss that stole my breath. This was the first time his lips touched mine. When he pulled back, my head was spinning at this sudden change.

  “Mr. Ash?”

  “Outside of this room, call me Killian.” He stood close enough to kiss again, and, in a surprisingly tender move, brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. “I can have anything I want, but before today no one who wasn’t bought and paid for ever entered that room.”

  The realization that I, plain old Cassie Roman, was more than just a secretary leading a boring life behind a desk struck me. One of the most powerful men in the country just shared something intimate and private with me.

  “Can I come back?” I asked, shyly.

  Killian’ face broke into the most genuine smile I had ever seen him wear. “A thousand times yes,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. "Whether you're pregnant yet or not, I have no intentions of having this be a one-time thing."

  ***

  Despite the odds, I ended up pregnant after that first time. Killian ended up having to leave on a business trip to China a few days later and he was gone for almost three weeks. And in during his absence, his cock wasn’t the only thing I missed.

  I was only a few days late, but I decided to buy a test anyway. Pacing in the bathroom while I waited for the timer to beep, I thought about how excited Killian would be. When the timer when off, I stared at the little plastic stick with a blue plus sign.

  Pregnant!

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p; I snapped a picture of the test and sent it to Killian along with the message. “You’re going to get the chance to fuck my big, milk-filled breasts sooner than you think.”

  A moment later my phone rang. It was Killian and he sounded absolutely giddy. “Already! Cassie, this is fantastic! I’m going to be stuck negotiating these deals for another week or so, but as soon as I get back we can move you into the mansion if you’re willing.”

  “I’m very willing.”

  The tone of his voice deepened. “Are you alone?”

  The office bathroom door opened and two of the other secretaries walked in. “Not really.”

  He paused for a moment. “I want you to go to my office. It has a code lock on the door – 17436. If anyone stops you, just hand them the phone and I’ll set them straight.”

  I already had a suspicion as to what Killian wanted me to do. I heard the soft noise of a zipper unzipping before Killian spoke again. “Are you wet, Cassie?”

  “Yes,” I replied, trying to keep my face neutral as I walked through the office.

  “Good. I have my cock in my hand right now. Knowing that my seed’s growing inside you already has me so fucking hard.”

  I arrived at the heavy door to Killian’s office and punched in the code before going inside and locking it behind me.

  “I’m in your office. What do you want me to do now?”

  “Are you wearing a skirt or pants?”

  “Skirt.”

  His voice caught. “Take off your panties and put them in your purse. Now go sit in my desk chair.” I obeyed, slipping off the wet blue thong and settling myself back the soft brown leather chair. “Pull up your skirt enough so that you can see your pussy. Spread your legs a bit so I can see how wet you are and send me a photo.”

  I leaned back enough so that he could see exactly where I was as well as the wetness glistening on my pussy lips.

  I heard a ding as I received my own text message, a photo of Killian’s hand wrapped around his erect cock.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. “I want you to touch yourself for me, Cassie. Do whatever feels best to make yourself come. And let me hear you describe exactly what you’re doing.”

  My cheeks flushing hotly, I started speaking tentatively. “I’m so wet right now, Killian. I need something inside. I'm going to start with two fingers inside me." I shivered at the slight stretch of penetration from starting with two rather than one. "I'm going to fuck myself with them."

  “Yes,” Killian growled in my ear. “Add a third. Now.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned as I slipped the third finger inside. “It’s tight. My pussy’s so tight.” I pumped my hand a few times before I moved my thumb to my clit. “I’m rubbing my clit now. It’s so swollen and aching. I don’t think it’s going to take much to make me come, Killian.” My voice cracked on his name. “Are you-”

  “Fuck,” Killian swore. I could hear the slap of his hand as he jerked his cock. “Fuck, Cassie, I’m about to come. I wish I was inside you.”

  "YES!" I sobbed, my pussy squeezing my fingers as I came. Through the phone, I could hear Killian groaning and I couldn’t help imagining his come spurting over his fingers.

  For a few long minutes, the only sound was our harsh breathing. Finally, Killian spoke up. “I’ll get these meetings wrapped up as fast as I can and be on a flight back tomorrow.”

  He ended the call and I settled back into his chair, ready to count the hours until he got back.

  ***

  Months flew by like days, and before I knew it, I was enormous. Even though I didn’t feel particularly sexy with my big belly and milk-filled breasts, I knew that the more my body grew, the more it turned Killian on.

  Killian held true to his word and moved me into the mansion. What had honestly started out as just sex had turned into something pretty amazing. And I still loved calling him Mr. Ash when he tied me up.

  I was tied up to the bed again, just like that very first time, only now there was much more of me. Killian had stripped me down and was working on giving me orgasm after orgasm until I blacked out.

  Challenge accepted.

  His head was between my legs, and no matter how much I craned my neck, I couldn’t see over my belly. I lost myself in the sensations as the tip of his tongue traced the contours of my lower lips before dipping inside, fucking me with quick strokes before moving upward to press intently on my clit until my hips bucked upwards in my first orgasm of the night.

  “One,” I said, once I found my voice again. Killian hadn’t let up. Two fingers found their way inside my pussy while his lips closed around my clit. He pumped his fingers in and out until I was arching upwards and crying out, “Two!”

  I felt Killian’s lips curl into a smile against my clit as he added a third finger. His long fingers rubbed against my G-spot while his pinkie ever so slightly penetrated my ass. The shock of that stretch had me rocketing to number three.

  Killian lifted his head up and brought his hand, sticky with my juices, to rest on my swollen belly. “I should give you a minute to breathe, right?”

  I nodded weakly, already feeling wrung out from pleasure.

  "I should, but I don't think I will," Killian smirked as he lined his deliciously huge cock up against my pussy and slid inside. Even after all this time, he still felt gigantic inside me, stretching my tight channel with his girth. He started a fast rhythm, pumping in and out of me.

  Both hands reached upward and found my nipples, squeezing them until my milk started to flow. Our height difference was enough that Killian was able to lean over me and pull one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking my milk.

  When his lips closed around my nipple, I feel the pressure of another orgasm start to rise in me, and I started babbling. “Mr. Ash,” I groaned. “You sucking my milk feels so good. Keep me tied up here forever. Make me your cow! Ahhhhh!” The fourth orgasm had me seeing stars as my pussy pulsed around Killian’s cock, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle much more pleasure.

  As if reading my mind, Killian pulled out and straddled my ribcage, sliding his cock in between my two swollen breasts. The head of his cock was bright red with arousal, and I knew it wouldn’t be long for him either.

  “Do you want this?” he growled. “Do you want me to come on you?”

  “Yes!” I begged, my body limp from pleasure but still somehow aching for more. “I want your come!”

  Killian’s hips jerked forward and the first jet of come covered my throat. His hips kept bucking, covering my neck with a creamy pearl necklace. A few drops even landed on my lips, and I eagerly licked them away.

  Killian sprawled next to me, his hand resting protectively on my belly for a moment before he sat up to untie my hands. I didn't make any move to wipe away the sticky mess of come on my neck and chest. Instead, I gently guided Killian to my other nipple, moaning as he latched on and started drinking from my other breast.

  “That’s it, Mr. Ash,” I moaned, my body quivering in orgasm number five as my billionaire lover drank my milk. “Drink it all.”

  ***

  That was how I came to be more than Cassie Roman, more than a secretary and far more than just a one night stand of a billionaire. It took giving up every ounce of power for me to really take control of my life. Outside that room, Killian is still the businessman and I’m a mother-to-be, but inside he is in control and I can finally let go, and that is worth far more that a billion dollars to me.

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  Sometimes you have to be a little bad to get what you want.

  Growing up, I was always the good girl. Or at least I was good enough to never get caught. I got straight As in school, was always home before my curfew, and was adored by all my teachers. On paper, I was a perfect angel.