Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  He alternated between massaging and smacking. My skin smarted and stung, but pleasure rushed through me. I secretly loved being punished, but sitting later would smart. I would have to stand for most of the day.

  The last smack hit against my pussy, something I wasn’t expecting. When he roughly slid his finger inside my channel. I reared back and cried out. The sound of my arousal and the slapping of his fingers fucking me left me delirious. Just as I was on the precipice, he stopped and pulled me into a sitting position.

  Dazed, I asked, “Why did you stop, sir?”

  He slid his fingers into his mouth and licked the taste of me from them. “Because you don’t deserve to come, and I haven’t made up my mind if you deserve to come later either. Perhaps now you’ll understand you have to listen, not answer back, and not question.”

  I meekly nodded. “Yes, sir, I understand.” I wanted to add perfectly, but that might get me another smack on my ass, and, for now, I was sore enough.

  ***

  The cabin was set off in a secluded, wooded estate with private ski runs. It wasn’t anywhere near as ostentatious or as tacky as the Connecticut mansion. While it was huge and had twelve bedrooms, the space felt welcoming and steeped in love. The home was a happy one with a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

  I hadn’t seen any of the toys or equipment I’d been expecting, or anyone else for that matter. When we arrived, after enjoying a hot chocolate spiked with Grand Marnier, James whisked me up to our bedroom where I’d had a bubble bath in a tub made for six people. I’d thoroughly enjoyed the jets until James walked in and demanded I stop. He said if I didn’t, he would tie me to the bed all weekend, and I’d miss all the festivities downstairs.

  Once again, I was left hanging over the edge. If he allowed me to climax tonight, I might pass out from the intensity.

  I glanced over my shoulder at my reflection. James hadn’t smacked me hard enough to leave any marks, which I was thankful for. The last thing I wanted to do was go to a party and have everyone see what sir had done.

  Satisfied there were no handprints on my skin, I spun around and inspected my body. Not bad. Melanie definitely had an eye for what suited and emphasized my shape. My crotchless panties left nothing to the imagination. I wasn’t sure about the corset’s cups and my on-show nipples. One wrong move, and my boobs would totally escape.

  James sauntered out of the bathroom. He wasn’t just wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He was wearing the fuck out of a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.

  The cut showed off his muscular biceps perfectly, and the seat of his jeans showed off his squeezable butt. “I like it when you dress casually, sir. You look very sexy.”

  He hadn’t shaven in about two days. The stubble on his jaw made him appear rugged and handsome. And as for the way his hair flopped over his forehead—forget it.

  Never mind him saying he was the luckiest guy in the world to have me by his side. I was the luckiest girl.

  Every sub at the party would give her right arm to have him as their master, but he was all mine.

  “Are you ready for some festive fun?” he asked.

  “If that fun entails orgasms that last forever, then I’m more than ready.”

  He curled his hands around the curve of my waist. “The orgasms depend—.”

  “—on what?”

  “Have you been naughty or nice?”

  “Very naughty, sir. Very, very naughty.”

  He smoothed a palm over my ass cheeks. “Are you tender, pet?”

  “A small bit, sir.”

  “Let’s hope you don’t do anything tonight to earn another punishment. But selfishly, I hope you do because I would enjoy administering it in front of everyone.” He gently bit my lower lip then licked the sting away. “Did you enjoy your punishment in the car?” He grabbed my hand, pried open my fingers, and placed them on his cock. “I sure as hell did.”

  He smoothed his hands over my ass again and traced the edge of my panties before moving his palms to the crease of my ass and lifting me up so the crotch of his jeans rubbed against my most sensitive part. He walked me backward and pushed my back against the wall, all the time grinding his jean-covered erection against me. “I could take you right here, right now, but I’ll wait until later. Until you’re begging me.” He nuzzled his nose against my throat. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

  I swallowed hard, doing my best to come back to reality. “Question?”

  “Did you enjoy your punishment?”

  I’d loved every second, but would he come up with a different punishment if I told him that? One that was less enjoyable?

  But I wouldn’t lie. He would know if I did. I gazed into his soulful, brown eyes. “Yes, sir, I enjoyed it, and I also enjoyed having your fingers inside me. I would have enjoyed it even more if you’d finished what you started.”

  He lowered me to the ground. “Remember what I said about being sassy?”

  “I remember. Perhaps it’s time to punish me again?” I turned around, placed my hands on my knees, and wiggled my ass.

  “You’re a brat.”

  “And you’re a spoilsport, sir.”

  “You don’t want to do this, pet. Trust me.”

  “Fine,” I said with a sigh. I was goading him into responding, but he wasn’t taking the bait. My stomach roiled, and I made a face.

  Concern crossed James’ face. “Are you okay?”

  “I feel nauseous. I didn’t think I would be as nervous as I am.”

  “Don’t worry. Everyone will take care of you.”

  I placed a hand on my stomach, willing the butterflies to stop flapping their wings.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “You know I do, sir.”

  “Then trust me when I say that everyone will welcome you with open arms tonight.” He took my hand and led me to the door.

  Let kinky Christmas begin.

  Holiday music and laughter drifted up from the open space kitchen and living room. When we made it downstairs, I saw everyone for the first time. I shouldn’t have been so apprehensive. They were just like James and me—masters and their pets.

  Some of the couples were guys, some were women, and one looked to be three men and one woman. My nerves dissipated. Everyone seemed normal. Or as normal as people who dressed in kinky leather and lace and went to sex parties could be.

  An intimidating man with a shaved head covered in tattoos and who must’ve stood about six-five spotted us and loudly pronounced, “If it isn’t celebrity divorce attorney James Matthews.”

  James laughed good-naturedly. “If it isn’t the asshole Caleb Simons.”

  Caleb took a few long-legged strides our way and clapped James on the shoulder before pulling him into a back-slapping hug. The two men obviously held a lot of affection for one another. They released each other, and Caleb inspected me, happiness mixed with curiosity filling his eyes. I immediately liked him. “Permission to hug your sub, James?”

  “Only if you promise not to try and steal her.”

  “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.” Caleb pulled me into a bear hug and lifted me up. “It’s nice to meet the woman who may have finally tamed my best friend.” He lowered me to the ground, and I grinned. “I don’t think any woman can tame James.”

  Caleb guffawed, then looked at me thoughtfully. “The right woman can. We can all be tamed. Come to the bar for a drink, and I’ll introduce you to Wendy. She can tell you all about taming men like us.”

  I hadn’t paid too much attention to the other women or what they wore because I’d been too focused on myself. When I glanced around, I didn’t feel as self-conscious about my clothes or lack thereof.

  The male Doms all wore clothes similar to James. The dominatrix wore leather from head to toe. She glowered at everyone in sight. Note to self—don’t get on the wrong side of her.

  She wielded a whip and occasionally snapped it in her sub�
�s direction, who shrank back each time, then crawled to her boots and kissed them while gazing at his mistress adoringly. “He doesn’t look happy,” I whispered to James.

  “Don’t be fooled. Peter is ex-military and can kill a man with his bare hands. His wife Linda is a pussycat when she’s not in the middle of a scene.”

  “Does anyone live this way all day, every day?”

  “Some but not many. If we all didn’t have jobs to do, then perhaps more of us would. I’m in control in all areas of my life, but it wouldn’t do if I ordered you around the office and called you pet all day, would it?”

  I giggled. “Can you imagine?”

  On the way to the bar, James introduced me to everyone we passed. Their names whirled around my head. I would never remember who anyone was.

  At the bar, James ordered me a drink called mistletoe martini and a bourbon on the rocks for him. I took a sip of my drink and moaned appreciatively. “Yummy.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” A petite blonde with mermaid green eyes and an obvious baby bump came up to us. A floor-length, sheer negligee floated behind her, giving her an ethereal appearance. “It’s my new Christmas recipe for the club.”

  “There you are, sweet girl,” Caleb said and draped his arm around her. “This is Pearl. Pearl, this is the love of my life, Wendy. The one who tamed me.”

  She smiled so sweetly I thought I might cry. She clasped my hands between both of hers. “I heard the rumors that James was bringing someone this year. You must be very special.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I said, blushing.

  “I do.”

  This weekend, I would learn a lot about James. These people obviously adored him. He seemed more at ease and relaxed with these people than he had at the networking party.

  “Come with me,” Wendy said. “Let’s leave these two to talk football and stocks.”

  I looked over my shoulder and saw some subs lounging on beanbags and chairs in the center of the room.

  “Why don’t you go get to know them?” James said. “You’re going to spend a lot of future holidays with them.” My eyebrows shot up. I wanted to question him further about that statement, but now wasn’t the time or the place, so I simply said, “Thank you, sir.”

  I followed Wendy over to the other subs. She sank onto a beanbag, placed a cushion beneath her lower back, and patted the spot beside her. “Come sit. We’re thrilled James brought you this year. He needs someone in his life. He works so hard and rarely lets his guard down.”

  “How long have you known him,” I asked, sinking down.

  “Since I was about five. Caleb, too.”

  Her answer stunned me. “That long?”

  She nodded. “He, Caleb, and my brother Marty were inseparable growing up. After Marty was killed overseas, Caleb took me under his wing.”

  I reached out and touched her arm. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Thank you. He was doing what he loved best. Serving his country. I fell apart. Caleb put me back together. I had just started college. James and Caleb had just graduated. I hated the world and hated that they were just beginning their lives when my brother had lost his. Without Caleb, I might not be here.”

  Enamored by her love story, I wanted to hear more. “How did you end up together?”

  “I was flunking out. Got involved with the wrong people and hit rock bottom. James and Caleb saved my life. Caleb saved my heart. I would do anything for him. For either of them.”

  Tears pricked my eyes. Theirs was a true knight in shining armor story with a happily ever after.

  “And now that this little one is on the way,” she continued, patting her stomach, “we’ll never be apart.”

  “When are you due?”

  “Next month. We’re super excited. Caleb’s been like a mother hen clucking around.”

  “He’s going to make a wonderful father.”

  She smiled sheepishly. “I know.”

  A woman with the most vivid red hair I’d ever seen settled beside me. I itched to stroke my fingers up and down to find out if it felt as good as it looked.

  “I’m Kate, and I belong to Dax.” She pointed to a brick house of a man with a bushy beard and who had both sides of his head shaved and tattooed. “He’s one of the managers from Bound in New York. You should ask James to bring you to the club sometime. You know,” she said conspiratorially, “In the three years I’ve known him, you’re the first sub he’s ever brought to this party.”

  “Is he some kind of monster?” I kept laughter in my voice to show them I wasn’t serious.

  “He can be,” Wendy said.

  “They all can,” a woman with jet black hair and goth makeup chimed in. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  All of these women talked about their men—their Doms—with endless affection and love. It was like sitting with a group of girlfriends.

  A younger woman with limp brown hair and haunted eyes sat opposite me. Everything from her hunched over posture to what she wore—a shawl covered her shoulders, and full-length leggings covered her legs—screamed pain. She looked up from where she stared at the floor. I caught her eye and smiled. “Hi, I’m Pearl. I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

  “I’m Camille,” she replied softly. “I’m pretty new here too.”

  “Who’s your master?”

  “Silas.” I glanced around the room, trying to figure out which one Silas was. Wendy nudged my arm. “He’s the one with the sun-bleached hair and looks like a surfer.”

  My eyes landed on a well-built man with arms that could crush an iron pipe.

  “He’s huge,” I blurted out, “and you’re so tiny.”

  “My master keeps me safe.” She hugged her arms around her knees. “I had a bad experience before I met him.” She shuddered visibly. “Not every master is as caring as the masters here. Some are cruel and spiteful.”

  She shrugged off her shawl to show silvery scars crisscrossing her arms and the top of her back.

  My finger flew to my lips. “Oh, my goodness. Someone did that to you?”

  She nodded. “I was young and naïve. I didn’t understand. I thought a master could do whatever he wanted. I thought our contract was binding and for life. Silas, my lovely Silas, got me out of a situation that could have killed me.”

  “Where’s your old master now?” If he wasn’t dead, I would find him and kill him.

  “In prison.” Her eyes turned hard, and her hands clenched into fists. “Where I hope he stays for life. I hope he never gets out.”

  “I agree. And if he does get out, I’ll cut his balls off and make him eat his dick.”

  Laughter broke the tension, and for the next hour, we all sat and chatted, getting to know one another. They were all the sweetest woman. Their careers ranged from a first-grade teacher to a marketing executive.

  “What draws you to the life?” Wendy asked.

  I sank back into my beanbag. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. I didn’t know I was submissive until James pointed it out.

  “He’s attentive and can give me what I need before I even realize I need it. I trust him. Fully and completely.” I glanced around, all the subs nodded knowingly. “I love that I can be passive but also the one who’s fully in control. I’m the one who can stop everything with one word. And that’s empowering. James and I are still learning about one another, but I know he would never do anything to hurt me or anything I’m uncomfortable with.”

  Each of them shared their reasons for being in the life. Kate worked as the CEO of a hedge fund company. She explained in her everyday life, she was a ball-busting bitch. And she was also responsible for getting her younger siblings through college and her mom’s medical bills.

  She had so much to take care of every day, in bed, she wanted a man to make the decisions and take care of her. She made us laugh when she said she’d made Dax prove he was worthy of her submission and surrender.


  Wendy shared she was a submissive in the bedroom only, and she needed the stress relief of Caleb ‘using and abusing’ her. That being a sub made her stronger and helped her do a better job as a grief counselor.

  Camille said she was still relearning her reasons why, but she loved it when Silas told her she was a good girl and a good sub. She wanted to be cared for and loved.

  Talking to these women had pulled my head out of the sand. There was no doubt, I was one hundred percent sexually submissive.

  The Masters all sauntered over. Caleb was the first to talk. “Why so somber over here?”

  “Not somber at all,” Wendy said. “We’re just figuring out the meaning of life.

  The music lowered, and the chatter stopped.

  Caleb clapped his hands, the sound as loud as an avalanche.

  “If everyone’s ready, it’s time to get the festivities going. You all know the rules by now, but I’ll go over them one more time. Safe words are and must. If you want to jump into a scene, ask permission first. If you’re interested in playing with any sub other than your own, you must also ask for permission. If the sub says no, respect that. If you think the sub’s refusal is part of gameplay, check with their dominant first before proceeding. With that being said, I hope everyone gets their holly jolly rocks off this weekend.”

  Cheering and whistling followed, and everybody made their way down to the basement in a cacophony of noise.

  Chapter Eighteen - Pearl

  The basement expanded the length and width of the house. Upstairs might have been a cozy cabin, but down here, it was anything but. My eyes tried to take in everything at once and darted all around.

  There appeared to be private cubicles with curtains on each side, and all sorts of contraptions sat around. Some I recognized like the St. Andrews crosses, spanking benches, sawhorses, and the occasional cage, while others looked like medieval torture devices.

  My throat dried, and I had a hard time catching my breath. James, who stood behind me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped.

  “There’s no need to be nervous, pet. I’ll take care of you.”