The electricity that jolted through her told her it was her husband in the flesh. And judging by the sound of his footsteps, he was alone.
Thank goodness.
“Hi? Hello?” she called out, and then ducked her head in sudden extraordinary shyness. Even as every cell in her body strained toward him. Her heart pounded.
“Sweet fucking lord.” That familiar, beloved deep rumble, hoarse with tiredness, jolted her to her core.
More footfalls approached. She sensed him sinking to the floor behind her. One broad hand smoothed over her ass cheek. And then he was drawing her up and back against him with a soft, “Ssh, ssh.”
She felt the abrasion of his wool slacks and shirt, the demanding imprint of his cock. His hands went around her to cup her breasts. She cried out at the sharp pain and jerked her hips. Her pussy throbbed.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered.
“Am I in the doghouse?” he growled in her ear.
“You know you are, you loser, you're late.” She had to arch her back.
“What do you think, should I fuck you before or after I go out there?”
“We don’t have a dog,” she moaned. “We’re too busy. Only cats.”
“Where are Botface and Fluffball?”
“Prowling around where they shouldn't be, I swear they know you're gone, oh, God, stop talking, just fuck me.”
“You're not getting a dog.” He ignored her imploring plea and hefted her heavy breasts together.
“Okayyyyyy, fine.”
“I'm taking a week off.”
“I'll believe that when I see it,” she gasped.
“I missed you like fuck.” He tugged the chain punishingly.
Little screams tore from her. “I need you, Mr. Almatto. Please please please….”
“You’ve been a good, obedient little wife, haven’t you, Charli? Let’s get this shit off you.”
Blessed be, oh, yes, yes.
Soon she was lying on the floor, Ms. Chastity and knee pads discarded, her slim legs spread wide. Draken’s greedy eyes soaked her up, taking in her tormented breasts, her weepy eyes behind their big glasses, her fingers holding her pussy open for him in lewd invitation.
He knelt between her legs, fully clothed. She saw how exhausted he looked, unshaven, with circles under his eyes. “Never again,” he muttered.
“What never again?”
“Leaving you like that. God fucking damn, you’re my entire world. Do you realize that? You may be in chains, but it's me who's forever enslaved.” He laid kisses on her tummy, dipping his tongue into her navel. “Talk.”
“About what?” she moaned.
“Anything. Tell me how you’re doing. You need fucking?”
She wiggled to get closer to him, loving him so much she felt like she’d explode. “I need to be fucked so bad, I did everything you said, fuck me with your cock, do it, oh, do it.” Charli adored begging him as much as she knew he adored her pleas.
“You didn’t come once? Not even a little mini one? This ravenous cunt of yours kept to the rules and earned her cock?” He slid down her body to breathe on, breathe in, the rosy, swollen female flesh she held splayed for him in hopes he'd take the hint.
“All of them, I did everything, I was soooo good.”
“And how was Ms. Chastity? Pure hell, I hope.” He kissed the skin of her inner thigh and Charli writhed.
“It was awful, so good, awful in a good way, oh, shit, make me come, Draken, I missed you so, touch me, don't tease, touch me!”
“Hard or slow?”
“Hard! Fast!”
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he yanked out his belt and carelessly shucked his clothes. She never failed to react to the sight of Draken in all his glory, but now she was like a starving woman in a bakery.
“Let’s get these free for you…shit, that looks painful. No damage to my beautiful girl?” He traced around each of her puffy areolas, still tightly clamped.
“Noooo.” Her body jolted when the underside of his turgid cock brushed her thigh. She felt a searing pain in both nipples as the confining chain fell away, then gave a little scream as her breasts sprang apart.
“All right, baby? Talk to me.”
“I’m good…I'm fine…wonderful…just hurry…please….”
A dual sting burned at the center of her breasts. Draken tossed the released clamps aside. “Fuck, you had those on tight. Did they malfunction on you?” He pushed her breasts together, buried his face there.
The sensations were indescribable. Feeling was rushing to her nipples, agonizing at first, then easing to a pleasurable ache, while between her legs she’d become a single pounding throb of need. She was going crazy! “Wha-what?”
“I told you to lock them on two. You had them all the way up to six. You need to take better care of my tits, fuck toy. Treat them like the sweet…tender…morsels…they are,” as his tongue began licking her nipples.
“Since when do you…care…how high I want…the pressure, oh, oh shit, that's, ah, I can't take it!” She went berserk trying to get him inside her.
He held her off effortlessly, damn him. “Have you been taking your pill every day? Did you take it today?”
“What?”
“Birth control.” He beamed fire into her with his eyes. “Did you take it?”
“No, that’s later,” she burbled. “Nighttime, you know that! Why are you asking me all these questions? Are you being paranoid? I've never even skipped one day except for periods, why are you always so cynic—”
“You want my cock in your cunt?” he interrupted.
“Yes, now, now, now!”
“Are you mine, Charli?”
“Yes!”
“No matter who else gets to have these.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, then let it pop out again. “These are mine.”
“Well, mostly….”
“Fuck toy,” he warned.
“If my breasts are yours, your you-know-what has to be mine. Your manhood, it's only fair. Dammit, Draken, Mr. Almatto, husband, what do I have to do?”
“Stay like that.” He leaned over to nip at her upper lip with his teeth. She watched with bewildered eyes as he rolled over to grab her purse. A moment later he had something enclosed in his fist. He sprang up and without another word, he was gone, disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
When he came strolling back a few tense minutes later, Charli felt a stab of dread at the sight of his grim, determined expression. Her legs slackened and her disappointed hands fell away from her pussy. “What’s going on? Were those my birth control pills? What did you do with them? Is this to do with what you’re mad about? Don’t you trust me to take my pills? You ass, you’re supposed to trust me, remember?”
He bent and scooped her up. “What’s going on is I’m going to fuck you. Nonstop.”
“Okay, finally! But why did you have t—”
“So you can make us a goddamn baby, Charli. And listen up, if it’s a girl, she’d better be a nun.”
Charli's heart seemed to skip a beat, then resume double-time. “Draken, that's not funny!”
“I'm fucking serious. If it’s a boy, shit, if it’s a boy you’d fucking better make a girl the next time.”
Charli gaped at him.
He snarled, “Hell, goddammit, you know what, boy, girl, I don’t care,” and stopping only to scoop something shiny up off the floor, hefted her into his arms. As he strolled down the gleaming floor, one part of her recognized he was heading toward their bedroom. The other part was too busy trying to raise her fallen lower jaw. “Wait—you just—did you just destroy all my birth control pills, is that what you did?”
“Don’t try to tell me you want them back. Not after the way you hounded me.”
His words hardly registered. “You want a baby?”
“Mm.” He flung open the door and then flung both of them on the bed together. Charli bounced right back into his arms, his body hard as hot steel against her. He adjusted her
glasses with painstaking precision, then pressed her down into the plush mattress, thrusting his legs between hers in a typically ruthless move of the exact sort she typically thrilled to. Now, though, she was too shocked to fully appreciate it.
“A real true baby? Now?”
“ASAP, yes,” he clipped.
“But—but is that what—do you mean you—wait, how can you mean it? Do you really mean a baby baby? I thought you said you were nowhere near ready for baby type people! They throw up! And Frances told us their poop gets everywhere!”
“Charli…I love the fuck out of you. I’m jealous as hell, all right? I don’t want to share you. But there it is. You win. You win it all.” Draken braced himself over her and stared intently into her eyes. In one breath-sucking stroke, he plunged his cock all the way into her, as deep as he'd ever been, and Charli shrieked, her body seizing with relief.
“There. Is that what you want, my greedy wife? You and your sweet, loving cunt—and your murderous heart—you know you kill me—slaughter me a little more every day. I should have—should have seen my doom—” groaning, he drove in roughly—”that very first day in the conference room. I knew—it would come—to this sooner or later, ah fucking hell baby you feel good.”
She clasped her legs around his hips, moving frantically with him. She felt her glasses slide off her face, and then the world grew fuzzy, the need churning inside her tightening until all she felt, all she knew was Draken's enormous cock and hot, ravaging mouth.
An arguably finite number of orgasms later, Charli blinked myopic brown eyes as he surged, his cock feeling colossal right before his heat flooded her. She did not care. Too big with him was better than too long without him.
Then she frowned in confusion. Had Draken been serious, or had her lust-crazed brain imagined his threat to fuck her until she was pregnant? She floundered for her glasses, eventually locating them under a pillow.
“Hold on, hold on here. Did I hear you right? You want to make little Almattos?”
“Mm.” The unintelligible answer was muffled against her chest, where his head had heavily collapsed after his climax.
“Was that a yes or was that a wow-what-a-fantastic-orgasm noise?” she asked suspiciously.
He shook with laughter and bit her collarbone. “Yes. I told you already, you win.”
“I win. But, okay, well, I wasn't competing, you ass! I mean, how did you even know I was wanting a baby so bad? I didn’t say anything.”
“Your demands came through loud and clear, believe me.”
“I mentioned it one time!”
“Like I said.”
She snuggled closer, threading her fingers through his hair. She'd once thought her greatest desire was to have intimate access to Draken's auburn waves. “That’s not true, I was very subtle, I was only feeling you out. I was gonna bring it up delicately. When we were both ready to take the plunge. I knew you weren’t ready, for one thing we’re too young—ooh, aaaahh!” Because Draken's cock was hardening inside her again and she couldn't help but spasm on him, and before she knew it, he was moving in her forcefully again.
When she eventually regained her power of language, it was to mumble into his chest, “You distinctly said we’re too young, and all the diapers and bawling and night interruptions were too….”
“Forget what I said.” He rolled with her until they lay on their sides, dipping down to kiss her hungrily. His voice sounded slightly slurred. “Just accept that you broke me with your incessant nagging and now you've got me obsessed with making brats. Give me a few minutes and we'll go again.”
“Ow, I don't think I can! And wait, the pill is still in my system, I mean, I was due to take it soon, so it's not even the right time.”
“It can't hurt to get in some practice runs. You'll make me a baby eventually. You'll make make me a fucking baby and finish me off.” And with his mouth at her ear, Draken whispered his exact, heartfelt thoughts about impregnating Charli.
And she was so lost, so overwhelmed at what he was saying that by the time they were moving together again, she she didn’t know if it was her pussy exploding with happiness or her heart.
A long time later, after both their bodies were trickling sweat and their flesh was chapped and sated, Botface found them lying limply in bed. Draken stopped nibbling on her fingertips to lean down lazily and pet him.
“How are you, you vicious bastard? Where’s Fluffball? Where there’s one, the other one's got to be lurki—ah, there’s the ogress I know and fear. Out, both of you, out!”
Bemused, Charli watched the two cats bolt almost immediately upon Draken's barked commands. “How did you do that? Where are they going? What’s that sound?” She heard a rumbling noise and an ominous thump.
“Chaseball FSI-1, feline sequestering intelligence. A little project Glen’s team worked on for me while I was in Chicago. I need some privacy around here.”
“You're kidding. How did you even activate it?”
“I dropped it outside our door when we came in. It's voice activated.”
“I don't think you're getting the idea behind having pets,” she snorted.
“I'm getting it fine. I haven't started breeding them for kitten fur, have I?”
“I'm going to start calling you Drakenella De Vil!”
“You can call me whatever you like when your legs are spread like a good little fertility goddess.”
As he lowered his head, Charli suddenly smacked him on the arm, tears springing into her eyes. “I thought you were mad at me, you jerk! I thought you were losing interest in me!”
He drew back, his expression astounded. “The fuck is wrong with you.”
“Well, okay, fine. I guess I jumped to conclusions just a little.”
“Charli. My darling fuck toy. You need to calm the fuck down.” He traced the freckles from the bridge of her glasses to the tip of her nose. “Sure, I was pisssed. Nobody but you has this kind of power over me. I never meant to lose my bachelorhood…my freedom…my fucking heart. It's completely your damn fault. I have a right to be pissed that my woman's become more important to me than the entire sum of my work. And now she wants a family.”
“We don't have to have kids right away, I told you, only if you totally want—”
“I do want them,” he cut in. “I need them. I need this-” sweeping his palm over her belly, “growing our baby and these,” caressing the lush curve of her breast, “ripe with milk, and this,” stroking her mouth, “whining about morning sickness and pickled strawberries, and I need little devils with your freckles running around making my life insane. So we might as well get started on the project and beat my cousin to the draw while we're at it. What now? Why the pout? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She sniffed. “It’ll be hard. There’s vet school and my comic, remember I'm putting it out twice a week now, and you’re always working and we hardly ever have time to ourselves. I mean, I want redheaded rascals too, okay, you're right, I didn't say it before, but I want them so much, but how will we manage, seriously? And there's something else I thought of. How will we have the sex when we have a baby to take care of? Uh-huh, think about that. What if there’s no more pervy sex, Mr. Almatto, omigod, what if the baby cockblocks us? Maybe we're being hasty, maybe we should rethink this. Because how?”
“Love will find a way,” he said, laughing, and kissed her.
Thank you so very much for reading!
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