Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “I know, sir,” I murmured. “This is all so new to me. I’m not sure what half of it is for.”

  “Come with me,” he said. He walked ahead, and I followed. The atmosphere differed from the one upstairs. Upstairs had been lighthearted and filled with laughter. In the dungeon, it was serious and sexy, almost dangerous.

  The couples had changed their dynamic. Whereas they were playful and flirty, upstairs, they were now stern and subservient. The Doms were all in charge, and the subs gazed at them with reverence.

  “Come,” James said, “We have a busy night ahead of us.” He led me to a bench near the back of the basement. Chains hung down from beams, and a cushioned bench sat between them.

  “It’s called an exposure bench,” he explained. “It’s designed so your pussy is spread open and is completely at my mercy.” He lifted a chain and ran it through his fingers. “I can position you and make you watch everything I do. But since one of your fantasies is being blindfolded, I won’t. Next time, though, I’ll make you watch every single second, and there won’t be a thing you’ll be able to do about it.” He tapped a lever at the side of the bench. “I can use this to lift your ass up for better access.”

  Both terrified and thrilled, I walked around the bench, inspecting it.

  “I’m going to cuff your wrists so they’re chained above your head, and then I am going to cuff your legs to the other chains and raise them up.”

  I blew out a slow, shaky breath.

  “Are you ready, pet?” His voice and his eyes were heavy with desire.

  I gnawed on my lower lip and walked around the bench one more time. “Ready.”

  My legs shook with both fear and arousal. While James had explained everything, I had no idea what would actually happen when I got on the bench, but my body was ready for everything and anything.

  “Climb up and lay down.”

  I lay back on the cold, soft leather and stared up at the dangling chains. I raised my arms above my head, and James got to work using fur-lined cuffs on my wrists. Next, he secured the cuffs around my ankles.

  He fed the chains through them and pulled the slack until my ankles were high and my legs spread. I could now understand where the bench got its name.

  Since the panties I wore were crotchless, my pussy was uncovered to the world. A shock of embarrassment flashed through me, and I tried in vain to close my legs.

  James chuckled. “You think it would be that easy, pet? Remember your safe word?”

  I nodded.

  “I also need you to have a word if you need me to slow things down.”

  I grinned. “Snow.”

  “Blizzard and snow it is.” From his back pocket, he took out a red blindfold. Barely able to contain my excitement, I wiggled as much as my restraints allowed.

  “I see by the flash in your eyes, you’re excited.”

  “Excited and nervous, but also scared, sir.”

  “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

  He lay the blindfold over my eyes and secured it in place. The world went dark, which added a whole new intensity to what was about to happen.

  My heartbeat skyrocketed. A small part of me wanted to scream at James and tell him to get on with it, but that would only have earned me a punishment. He might not continue with what he had planned if I became demanding.

  He kissed me gently, and I responded enthusiastically. His tongue tangled with mine and left me moaning. He withdrew and plunged again, and again, and again.

  “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to taste you. And I’m going to explore every inch of you.”

  “Thank you, sir.” If he didn’t relieve some of the pressure building inside me and soon, I was in danger of snapping. The foreplay had been going on for almost twenty-four hours.

  He ran his hands over my collarbone then went lower, pulling down the cups of my corset and exposing my breasts fully to the cool air. I lifted my chest as much as I could, attempting to force him to pay attention to my hard nipples.

  James responded by rubbing the flat of his palm back and forth, barely touching me. Aching tingles of need swirled through my veins, and I struggled against my restraints. What he was doing wasn’t enough. I needed everything he said tonight would be, and I needed it now.

  He lifted his palm, and I cried out. “Please.”

  I wanted the blindfold off. I wanted to see his expression, but also not being able to see added a whole new level of arousal. I forced myself to relax, and my mind wandered through all the possible pleasures James could bestow on me.

  Hands I knew well cupped my tits forcefully, and his lips clamped down on one of my nipples, sucking on this sensitive tip. He toyed and played for what could have been twenty minutes or more before stopping and moving to my other nipple. When he’d finished playing with that nipple, he bit down, and pain and pleasure blurred into one.

  He pinched the pulsing bud between his fingers, and then I was aware of a cold, stinging sensation too tight to be his fingers. I gasped at the stinging shock shooting through my nipple. The tight compression felt almost painful but not quite. Clamps. Electric currents danced down to my clit and back up again.

  He sucked my other nipple hard then placed a clamp over that one too.

  While the tip of his tongue flicked my engorged and clamped nipples, he brushed his hand down to my stomach and along the edge of my panties to the crotch. My legs quivered, and my pussy gushed, aching for his touch, his cock.

  He tapped his fingers against me, but that’s all he did. If his plan was to torment me, he was succeeding.

  He moved to my feet and kissed his way from my ankles to my inner thighs, but infuriatingly he still avoided my pussy.

  His fingers opened my folds, and he stroked up and down each side. I ached for him to slide his fingers inside me. I wanted—needed—him to finger fuck me. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly slid one finger into my channel then slowly eased it out.

  My hips did their best to rise off the bench, but I was bound so tight I couldn’t move more than half an inch.

  My breasts and clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and trembles that would soon become tremors, and then an earthquake rippled inside.

  Something cold and shocking touched my clit. I gasped and tried to wrench away, but it was pointless to even try.

  James chuckled. “Going somewhere, pet?”

  I bit my lip and moaned. No matter how much I tried to escape, I couldn’t.

  Droplets of water trickled between my thighs. Ice. He circled the cube clockwise and counterclockwise around my clit. The circles getting smaller and tighter with each rotation.

  When the ice had fully melted, he found more and slid several cubes into my channel. A harsh sob fell from my lips, and I clamped down. Icy water dripped down the cleft of my ass, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

  I then felt something warm and wet. His mouth. His lips closed over my pulsing clit, and I did my best to push against him. Moving lower, he stabbed the tip of his stiff tongue into my pussy.

  Exasperating tension grew inside me with every repetition of his tongue.

  He stopped, leaving me bereft, and I sensed him standing.

  My ass was being lifted higher. Was he getting ready to finally fuck me? I was more than ready. I craved his cock deep inside my vagina. My orgasm was so, so close.

  His fingers circled around my entrance, and as if he had all the time in the world, he worked them in and out. My inner muscles grasped his fingers, trying to keep them inside. My pussy vibrated, and my nipples buzzed. Time seemed to have no meaning, and he played with me for what seemed like an eternity. Whenever he sensed my orgasm was near, he would pull back, not allowing me to come.

  The sound of the pleasure happening all around me heightened my excitement—every crack of a whip, every sound of skin hitting off skin, every cry of ecstasy.

  With his fingers still deep in my pussy, he leaned over my body u
ntil our lips were millimeters apart. Heated blood bubbled through my veins. My clit and pussy were desperate for his cock, and my nipples begged for his lips, his teeth, and his tongue.

  “Are you ready?” He brushed kisses along my cheeks, lips, and throat.

  My breath and heart hitched. “More than ready, sir.” My voice came out low and raspy.

  He ripped the blindfold off. “I want you to see this, pet. I want you to see me when I fuck you.” The desire I found in his eyes melted me.

  I loved him.

  There was no doubt in my mind.

  He wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up. Slower than I’d expected, he pressed in. A moan puffed from my lips, and my walls surrounded his dick, welcoming him in. I almost climaxed, but I held back.

  He curled his hands around my hips, his fingertips digging in. “I like having you all tied up, pet.” He thrust deep. “I like having you helpless.” He withdrew. “I like knowing I can do anything to your pussy, and you won’t be able to stop me.” He thrust deep again, and again, and again. “You’re so fucking wet and so fucking hot.”

  My moans turned husky, deep, impatient. “Please let me come, sir.” My stomach and thighs quivered, and my muscles ached with the effort of holding back.

  “Soon.”

  He stroked his rock-hard shaft in and out. Ripples and tremors and goosebumps washed over every inch of my skin. “Faster, sir. Harder. Please. I can’t…”

  He was killing me.

  I was going to die.

  He didn’t pick up speed. He didn’t go faster, and he didn’t go harder.

  “I hate you,” I cried out. “This isn’t fair.”

  “This is your fantasy, pet. We’re going to see it through.”

  I wanted to hold him. I wanted to dig my nails into him. I wanted his chest to brush against mine.

  “Now.” He flicked his fingers over my clit, and I shattered. His balls slapped against me, and my spasming channel sucked his cock to my depths.

  His body stiffened, and I felt him explode. Felt every jet of his spurting come fill me up.

  When we were both spent, James eased out, both of us still gasping and panting.

  “Take a deep breath, pet.” I hauled in a breath, and he released the clamps, gently massaging each nipple to ease the stinging blood rush.

  He then tore off the cuffs and released my arms and legs, kissing every inch of skin as he did.

  When I was free, he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his lips against mine.

  “Merry Christmas, pet.”

  “Merry Christmas, sir.”

  Chapter Nineteen - James

  Christmas Eve wasn’t going the way I’d planned. Probably because the bastard Daniel had demanded we go to court. His lawyers assured him if the proceedings went to trial, he wouldn’t have to give any money away. Fucking amateurs.

  Court wouldn’t be good for Michelle, and it wouldn’t be good for Daniel. He was calling our bluff. But he was still crazy enough to go through with it.

  I’d sent my team into overdrive. They needed to get as much information as they could from Michelle. I needed all the ammunition I could get. If I had to play dirty, I would.

  He said he’d changed his mind about mediation because he wanted the judge to rule in the courtroom. More like he wanted the publicity. The fucker didn’t care if every cable gossip show covered the proceedings or if every gossip rag had him and Michelle on the front cover.

  The phone hadn’t stopped ringing. The paparazzi sniffed blood and were circling like starving sharks. Michelle wanted revenge, and I didn’t blame her. She’d helped Daniel get back on the world stage. He didn’t deserve her, and she didn’t deserve this. And on top of that, Lyla refused to leave me alone.

  I wish I hadn’t said I’d go to the fundraiser with her, but because I was on the board and because it was such a moneymaker for the Children’s Hospital, I had no choice. If I backed out, the charity could lose millions. I didn’t want that on my conscience.

  I was partied out. This week, Pearl and I had attended two balls, one luncheon, and two cocktail parties.

  I still hadn’t told Pearl about the fundraiser because it would only upset her. What was my punishment for not being truthful with her? But I hadn’t lied because she hadn’t asked. It was more of an omission on my part.

  I glanced out of the glass panels surrounding my office door and saw her strut towards my office with a brown bag in her hand. She knocked and came in without me having to tell her. A sexy smile curved her lips, and my heart stilled. God, she was gorgeous, and I had to force my dick to stay flaccid.

  Despite wanting to lock the door and pull down the blinds, now wasn’t the time or the place. Ever since the party last weekend, I’d spent every free moment I’d had with her. We fucked when and where we could.

  There was some office cooler gossip about us, and Susan had thrown a few barbed comments our way, but for the most part, everyone minded their business. If our relationship caused problems at the office, that would be another story, but we remained professional at all times.

  Pearl worked her sweet butt off. She was incisive and razor-sharp. I had already recommended her for an associate position in the New Year, and I was recommending Susan for the senior associate position. Both women deserved the promotions.

  Pearl set the bag on my desk. “I needed to make sure you ate before I left for my mom’s. I got your favorite.” That she wanted to take care of me touched me deeply. “Would you like me to make you dinner tonight? I can always go home first and drop it off before I go to Brooklyn. I make a mean chicken parm, but that’s about all. I wish I could say I was a domestic goddess.”

  “You’re a goddess in many other ways.”

  “All thanks to you.”

  “You can make it for me another time. I have a function tonight.”

  “Oh, you never said.”

  “It’s a boring fundraising thing.”

  “You don’t need me to go with you?”

  “Not tonight. I know you want to spend the night with your mom. You’re off the hook this time.”

  She grinned. “I did enjoy being on the hook.”

  I threw my head back and laughed. “You did look delicious dangling off one wearing nothing but your ribbon.”

  “Eat your lunch, sir. The others and I have found all the information you need. Daniel is a disgusting sleaze. I don’t understand why he wants to go to court. If he does, he’ll never work again.”

  “He’ll sell a sob story about how Sophia was the person he’d been waiting for all along.” I leaned back in my chair. “He wouldn’t know what love was if it bit him in the balls.”

  She ran her fingertips back and forth over my desk and stared at a point over my shoulder. “Would you?”

  I waited for a few beats before answering. “I’m beginning to change my mind about love.” And I was. The past few weeks had shown me that having the right person in your life wasn’t a hardship. It didn’t mean love was for suckers. Did I love Pearl? I wasn’t sure if I knew what love was, but I adored her, and I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. Not having her by my side wasn’t an option.

  “Come over to my apartment the day after Christmas. I”ll pick you up. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

  Her emerald eyes sparkled. “I’m intrigued. Want to give me a clue? You know I hate surprises.”

  “You’ll have to wait. Now, you’d better get out of my office before I throw you over my knee and spank you for everyone to see.”

  “Yes, sir.” She spun around and marched away. When she was out of earshot, I picked up the phone and dialed my favorite jeweler.

  After the New Year, she wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted her to remain in my life as my pet, and to do that, I needed to give her something to show I intended her to remain mine.

  ***

  During the fundraising event, I lost count of how much
bourbon I’d knocked back. Lyla wouldn’t let me out of her sight. All night, she’d clung onto my arm. Everyone congratulated us on getting back together. When I explained we were friends, and I was only there to support the foundation, she brushed me off with a girlish giggle.

  Thankfully, the night was over, and I could now go home.

  Our limo pulled up to the curb. I opened the door for Lyla, but when I turned around to allow her to get in, she stood on her tiptoes, curled a hand around my neck, clamped her lips on mine, and shoved her tongue into my mouth. For a few stunned moments, I couldn’t move.

  I broke away and held her wrists by her side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Lyla?”

  “I’m claiming what’s mine.” She swayed back and forth in her heels. Obviously, she’d had more to drink than I had. “I’ve got a surprise for you at my house. A playroom room, especially for you.”

  I stared at her like she’d lost her mind, and perhaps she had. What I was about to say wouldn’t be enjoyable for either of us. “I’ve already made it clear on several occasions. We’re not a couple. You’re not the right woman for me. You’re not submissive. I can’t give you what you want, and you can’t give me what I want.” Furious, I stepped into the backseat of the limo. Lyla stumbled in after me. “Don’t say that. We’re the perfect couple. We could take the New York scene by storm.”

  The desperation in her voice almost made me feel sorry for her. “I don’t want to take the New York scene by storm. I don’t want my life splashed all over Instagram or Facebook. On paper, we might be a power couple, but in reality, we’re not.” I sighed and softened, my anger fading. “Lyla, you’re a wonderful person, or could be if you didn’t act like a spoiled bitch all the time. But this pursuit of me has to stop. I’ve met someone.”

  Her nose wrinkled. “You’re not seriously telling me that the ditzy associate at the firm is the someone.”

  “She’s not ditzy.”

  She recoiled as if I’d hit her. “I’ll make you sorry. No one dumps me. I dump them.”

  “Then consider me dumped.”

  I opened the passenger door and stepped out into the frosty night. “For both of our sakes, move on.” I closed the door, tapped the roof, and the car drove off.