Expecting it All (Punishment Pit Book 7)

by Livia Grant

  “Such a shame,” Martha complained, a smile still on her lips.

  A waiter arrived to fill everyone’s champagne glass for the coming toast, but Rachel waved them off since she was still breastfeeding. She noticed that Mary abstained from drinking alcohol as well.

  After the waiter left, Mary leaned in to whisper to Rachel, “I can’t believe it, but James has been all gung-ho to have another baby ever since we got home from your house a few weeks ago. Even though we’ve been crazy busy with Christmas and now New Years and the wedding, he still had me go to my OBGYN to have my IUD removed earlier this week.”

  Rachel hugged Mary. “That’s awesome! It would be great for Michael to have a friend his age to play with as they grow up.”

  Mary grumbled good naturedly. “Yeah, well I tried to talk him into waiting at least until after the new year just so I could drink alcohol tonight. I’m on strict ‘no booze’ instructions, although….” Mary’s eye sparkled as she waved the waiter back over with the champagne. As soon as her glass was full, she turned towards the head table, seeking out her husband sitting with the bridal party. She waited until he glanced her way before holding her full flute up in a distant toast. James just shook his head before grinning.

  Only after Mary had downed half the glass did Rachel press her. “What the hell is that all about?”

  “Oh nothing.” When she could see Rachel wasn’t having it, she added, “It’s just that we got a room here tonight and the kids are staying with my parents. I just want to make sure we have something fun to talk about when we get upstairs.”

  Obviously, their seat mates had seen the exchange as well because they broke out in laughs and Master Grey confirmed, “I see you’re bratting to make sure your gonna get your ass nice and warmed. I’ll make sure James knows you deserve double the punishment for topping from the bottom.”

  Making matters worse for herself, Mary stuck her tongue out at Grey, much to Violet’s delight.

  The toasts and dinner flew by too fast, although when the lights dimmed and the DJ announced the first dance, everyone gathered around the dance floor, anxious to watch the bride and groom share their first dance. Rachel was thrilled when her husband finally joined her, hugging her from behind as they enjoyed watching the happy newlyweds.

  “A year ago, I would have said this day was impossible, but look at them. They are the perfect couple,” Derek whispered against her ear as they swayed to the music themselves.

  Rachel giggled, remembering the disastrous way Lukus and Tiffany had met. Glancing across the dance floor, she watched as Markus and Brianna stepped out onto the floor to join their best friends in the first dance. Rachel’s heart was joyful recognizing just how much love they shared and felt lucky to be part of their inner circle of friends.

  Derek stepped around her, pulling her towards the dance floor. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to dance with Zoie first?”

  Her husband didn’t answer until he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight before looking down into her eyes with love. “I asked Aiden to dance with Zoie so I could dance with my baby girl, first.”

  “That makes me happy, Daddy. Although, I was just about to ask…” Rachel leaned up to talk against his ear to make sure no one nearby could hear her. “…to ask you if I could go up and take the diaper off.”

  Her husband’s eyes filled with mischief. “Oh? Does my little girl need to go potty?”

  Rachel’s heart rate went up as it always did when playing in public with her husband, trying not to be conspicuous to those around them.

  Only after he raised his left eyebrow to press for an answer did she whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Well you know what to do, don’t you?” Her heart skyrocketed. He hadn’t asked her to use a diaper in public in months. Hell, almost a year. And never standing in the middle of the dance floor filled with family, friends and strangers.

  She was a mother. A woman. An adult.

  She couldn’t.

  Almost as if he could hear her internal objections, her husband growled his order of “Fill your diaper right now,” against the shell of her ear. He’d used his yummy dominant Daddy-dom voice that made her wet her diaper, alright, but with the slick gathering in her pussy.

  He’d leaned back, glaring into her eyes with his silent command. Oh, how she’d missed this playful side of their marriage. Her husband knew her so well and he was waiting… waiting for the heat of the humiliation he would see in her eyes as she released her bladder, wetting her diaper like the baby she loved to play.

  Derek reached up to clamp his fingers along the back of her neck, taking complete control of her so effortlessly.

  “Christ, I’ve missed this, baby.

  She answered truthfully with her, “I have too, Daddy.”

  The song wasn’t even over yet when her husband broke their connection to grab her hand, pulling her through the crowded floor towards the exit.

  “Derek! We can’t leave yet. The party is just starting!”

  He waited until they were out in the hallway, away from the prying eyes of their friends, to pop her on her ass playfully.

  “It’s Daddy, young lady. Don’t you remember? And Daddy always knows best.”

  “But…” she was almost running to keep up with his wide strides as they neared the elevator bank that would take them up to their room.

  After he’d pressed the up button, Derek took her back into his arms. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll head back down to the party after I change your diaper and spend some time taking care of those juicy folds of yours.”

  Rachel sighed, content. Tomorrow, she’d return to motherhood and a life of responsibility.

  Tonight, she’d just enjoy being her Daddy’s baby girl.

  The End, sort of…

  Epilogue

  Zoie

  Zoie had just finished dancing to Bruno Mars Uptown Funk with a huge group of Tiffany’s relatives that were nice enough to keep inviting her to be part of their family for the night. As much fun as she was trying to have at her only brother’s wedding, she was danced out and was hoping to find a quiet corner, a vat of dark chocolate, and bottle of strong wine to try to drown out her growing depression.

  “Can I steal the next dance?” The question came from the last person she’d expected to ask her to dance that night.

  She spun to face her brother, sure she’d find he’d been talking to someone else instead of her. When there was no one else close by, she lifted her hand, pointing at her heart with surprised exaggeration. “Me? You’re actually talking to me? Aren’t you afraid to be alone with me?”

  Ever bossy, Lukus grumbled, “Very funny,” before reaching out to yank her into his arms as Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight slowed all of the dancers down.

  They danced silently, swaying to the romantic music, each awkwardly unsure what to talk about. With their fourteen-year age difference, they had never got the chance to be very close since Lukus had left for college around the time she’d been old enough for memories. Still, she’d always loved and almost idolized her larger-than-life big brother, that was up until he’d refused to let her move in with him and Tiffany in the city. Sure, they were newlyweds, but according to her parents, he owned a whole freaking building in the city. Surely, he could find a small room for her to crash in.

  Despite being angry at her only sibling, Zoie was genuinely happy for him. She had never even known Lukus to date anyone seriously, let alone talk about getting married before Tiffany. The beautiful blonde seemed to be his perfect match, although why anyone would ever want to put up with such a bossy guy, she’d never know.

  Lukus was the one who finally broke their silence. “I was surprised you didn’t bring that boyfriend of yours tonight. How am I supposed to do the whole protective brother thing if I don’t even get to scare him into treating you right?”

  Of all the things he could want to discuss, why the hell did he have to bring this topic up? Unwanted tears threatened, but Zoie pu
shed them down. She’d cried enough. She wouldn’t waste one more tear on Bryan.

  “Unfortunately, it’s a little too late for your big brother scare tactics.” When Lukus didn’t say anything, she added. “We broke up right before Christmas when I found out that he got the bitch he was cheating on me with pregnant.”

  Lukus’s low whistle surprised her. “No shit. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Zoie. I didn’t know.”

  “Of course, you didn’t. I told Mom not to bring it up. And anyway, this is your special day. You and Tiffany shouldn’t need to deal with my shit.”

  “Still, what a horseshit move on his part. You guys had been together for a while, right?”

  “Only one-year, three-months, two-weeks, and four days. But hey, who’s counting?”

  “Well he doesn’t deserve you then. You want me to track him down and beat some sense into him?” The look on her brother’s face made her shiver. She got the impression he’d really do it if she said yes.

  Zoie chuckled, “As tempting as that sounds, I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want you to get into any trouble on my account. And anyway, we’re both probably gonna be happier this way anyway. He’d been pressuring me to stay in Rockford… to find a job around home… to start a family sooner rather than later. I’m too young for that. I want to live in the city for a while… to travel… to see what I’ve been missing living in small town America. As much fun as I had at NIU, I really should have gone farther away to college.”

  “I know Mom was happy you stayed close, but… I get it.”

  “Are you glad you went to Northwestern?” she asked as they swayed to the music.

  “It was one of the best decisions of my life. Two of my groomsmen today were my best friends from college. I mean the education was great too, but…” Lukus paused, looking guilty before adding, “It really did help me grow my independence moving to Chicago and out of Rockford.”

  He’d tee’d up the question. She couldn’t pass up the chance. “So, I don’t get it. It was good enough for you, but not for me? You know how desperate I am to get out of Rockford right now. Everywhere I go I run into people who know about Bryan and me breaking up and the humiliation of him cheating on me. I’ve graduated. I have my degree in accounting. You need an accountant. Why won’t you at least give me a chance?” She paused, before pleading, “I promise, I won’t be any trouble. I know you and Tiffany will be newlyweds. I don’t want to cramp your style, but hey… I could at least housesit for you while you guys go on your honeymoon to Hawaii for the next two weeks. It’s too far to commute the two hours into the city and this would give me a chance to set up some interviews while you’re gone… please…”

  For a brief second, she was sure Lukus was going to relent and let her stay at his place, but it wasn’t to be.

  “I wish we still had Tiffany’s townhouse out in Oakbrook, but we just sold it two months ago. But I’m sorry, Zoie. I can’t go into details, but having you stay at the loft just isn’t going to work out. Have you talked to Mom and Dad? Maybe they’ll loan you the money to rent an apartment on your own.”

  This time, the tears that threatened couldn’t be held back.

  Dammit, I don’t want to let him see me cry.

  Swishing at the drops on her cheek, Zoie bucked up. “It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.”

  Lukus looked like he wanted to say something else, but the song was coming to an end and the dance tempo was picking up again.

  “I’m really sorry, Zoie. One day, you’ll understand.” He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “Thanks for the dance, sis.”

  She plastered on her best smile and headed towards the bar for that glass of wine. It would be midnight soon and the party, just like the last shitty year, would be over. Soon, it would be a new year. A new start.

  After she downed one drink and took a second, Zoie went in search of Tiffany’s really cute brother, Aiden. It would be midnight soon, and maybe she’d get a chance for a kiss at midnight to start her new year off right.

  But as the DJ announced the countdown, the group she found herself standing in the middle of was all of Tiffany’s young nieces and nephews.

  Great, still one of the kids.

  Ten… nine… eight… As depressing as the last month had been, she was happy to end the year if for no other reason so she could get her next year started.

  As the new year rang out, Zoie finished the rest of her glass of wine, setting her glass down on the nearby tray before grabbing her purse from under her seat at the head table and heading up to her room on the twentieth floor of the Four Seasons.

  I may not live here in Chicago yet, but I’m gonna enjoy the view tonight. And tomorrow, I’m heading out to explore. I may even take a cab out to the loft just to make sure I know how to drive there next Monday.

  Lukus would certainly not approve, but he would be out of town and never know. She’d already secured her interview for the job as head accountant for Titan Securities with Ethan Welsh, the office manager. With any luck, she’d get the job and will have already proven what a great job she was going to do as her brother’s accountant before he even got home from his honeymoon. She’d only have a short time to prove herself before he found out that the Nicole Stevens that Ethan had hired, was actually his sister, Zoie Mitchell.

  To be continued in a stand-alone novel, Deceiving it All, coming in 2021.

  Bonus Story – Start of the Honeymoon

  Tiffany

  “Tiffany, come on! The car is here. We are gonna miss our flight!”

  Dammit. She knew she should have finished packing before the wedding. This was her own fault. She’d been in such a hurry to head to the Four Seasons for the wedding, that making sure she was ready to fly to Hawaii for the honeymoon had seemed low on the priority list.

  Tiff was just stuffing a final sun dress into her already over-stuffed luggage when she was grabbed from behind and yanked back into the muscular chest of her husband.

  His lips were on her ear as he growled, “Mrs. Mitchell… you’re making us late. You remember what happens when you’re tardy?”

  They were standing in the middle of their mammoth walk-in closet. She glanced up to admire the picture they made in the full-length mirror directly in front of them.

  God, how the hell did I get so lucky to find this man?

  It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that question, and it wouldn’t be the last.

  “I’m almost ready. I was worried I hadn’t brought enough dresses.”

  Lukus grinned, lighting up his face with the sexiest of smiles. “If you brought one, it’s too many. I plan on us being naked and in bed the whole time.” His grinding hips pressing his semi-hard cock into her ass told her he may not be exaggerating.

  “If all we’re gonna do is stay in our room, we should just stay home and save the money,” she observed.

  Luckily, he chuckled. “Fine. I might be persuaded to leave the room a time or two. At least the weather is gonna be better there. Getting out of Chicago for two weeks in January is never a bad idea.”

  Dreaming about the warm beaches and luxurious swimming pools reminded Tiffany. “That’s right. I wanted to grab my old bathing suit to take, too. I want a few choices.” She wiggled in his arms, attempting to extricate herself to find her old suit, but Lukus only squeezed her tighter. “I thought we were late?” She teased.

  Lukus’s right hand had migrated up to squeeze her boob, while his left moved lower to cup her pussy through the jeans she was wearing on the flight. “I just realized how many hours it’s gonna be before we get to our next hotel. Maybe we should fit a quickie in,” he mumbled, his lips nibbling at the crook of her neck.

  “You have to be kidding me. We only got married less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve already done it twice.”

  Lukus froze, looking up from her neck so their eyes met in the mirror in front of them. “You better get used to the idea that I’m taking this honeymoon thing very seriously. I won’t consider myself su
ccessful unless you come home walking funny from all the sex marathons we’re gonna have in the next two weeks.”

  Tiffany’s core spasmed at the X-rated heat in her new husband’s eyes. The anxiety she’d been feeling from rushing to pack started to fall away as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans just as his other hand snaked up under her loose-fitting blouse, roughly pushing her bra up and over her breasts, freeing them to his touch.

  “So far, we’ve made love once in the hotel bed, like vanillas. Then, we had our fun in the shower this morning.” His left hand slid down her tummy, into her pants.

  Their eyes bore into each other in their reflection as his fingers slid through her wet folds, roughly stroking her clit before plunging two fingers into her core. It was getting harder to stand as the pleasure washed over her.

  “I see you’re ready for us to cross the next challenge off our list. The quickie.”

  She couldn’t help it. She got the giggles. “Since when is a quickie a challenge for us? We’ve had dozens since I met you!”

  Sensing his renewed urgency, he was pushing her jeans down her legs as he answered. “Maybe, but those were dating quickies. This will be our first married quickie.”

  Done talking, Lukus pulled them towards the tall island in the center of the closet. Pushing the open suitcase aside, the countertop was the perfect height to press Tiffany’s top half across as he pulled at her hips, positioning her bottom where he wanted her.

  The ding of a text message on Lukus’s phone reminded them both that they had a car and driver waiting for them down in the alley, ready to drive them to O’Hare.

  “Hold on, baby. This is gonna be a rough ride.”

  She barely had a second to feel the tip of his shaft sliding through her folds when he thrust forward, knocking the wind out of her as his cock bottomed out in one plunge. Their joint grunts echoed in the enclosed space as Tiffany opened her eyes to admire the sight in the side mirror. She had a front row seat to the magnificent sight of the man she loved, fucking her with complete abandonment. His hands gripped her hips, helping to yank her back against him with each stab of his hard erection.