“Don’t stop.” My hand trembled as I began again, trying not to focus on his other finger riding me in that forbidden way. It was a complete mind trip, the pleasure mingled in with the need to ignore what he was doing. Then what he was doing started adding to pleasure of my own play.
It made no sense, but my thoughts were so consumed with passion that I honestly didn’t care. Until he added another finger, stretching that part of my body in a way that was almost uncomfortable. I stilled my movements.
“If you stop again that sore little ass is going to feel my hand again.” His fingers were embedded so deeply that I groaned, but his words weren’t lost on me. I picked up the rhythm of the toy again, timing it against the push of his fingers inside me. He slid out, I slid in, and oh my stars, was it starting to feel incredible.
When I found release, it was so overwhelming I cried. It was like this emotional dam had burst at being fulfilled so completely that my mind couldn’t handle it. Jack took the toy from my hands after his fingers slid free. Placing it carefully on the nightstand, he held me in his arms, allowing me to find control again.
“You please me so much, little one.”
Wrapped in his embrace, I felt cherished and very satiated. My arms locked around his neck and I held on, afraid to let go. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but the thought of not having him as my anchor was terrifying.
Much later he took me into the bathroom and bathed me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I was awed, overwhelmed, almost to the point of not knowing who I was any longer. None of it mattered, though. As long as he took care of me, I didn’t need to know anything, except that I needed this man.
chapter Twelve
My World
Jack was the center of my universe for the next few months. When he wasn’t working, we were together. The things he taught me, I’m not sure I could explain in a way that would make sense to anyone who hadn’t lived through it. He hadn’t spanked me again. I was so intrigued with the possibilities of how he could pleasure me, I never denied him anything. And pleasure me he did.
By this point, I pretty much knew about every toy a woman could use for pleasure, since he’d opened my eyes to them night after night. Like he’d told me, he only wanted to worship my body, and none of it had been painful. Unless you count being so pleased that I sometimes fell into exhaustion over some of the things he did to me.
Tonight was the first time I had the chance to spend time with my sister. I saw her every day at work, of course, but my nights were always with Jack. I knew she wasn’t happy with the situation, but her disapproval meant nothing compared to what he wanted. Things were pretty strained with Kim and me at the moment, but in all honestly, I couldn’t force myself to feel bad about it.
At her request, we were staying in and she was cooking. The thought of being without Jack for an entire night had me moody, but I was determined to put on a happy face, because she missed our time together. I know it made me a bad sister to wish I was in Jack’s arms instead of there, and I felt a little guilty.
The night started off amicably as I listened to what she and Dante had been up to lately. I knew what was going on with the center, since I spent the days working. Kim had proven herself on so many levels by making it a success and deserved the sense of pride she had over her work.
“So what about you? I feel like we hardly talk anymore.”
I explained how Jack had won the bids for several companies he’d been vying for, and even about the campaign idea he’d shared with me. Gushing in pride over the thought of him running for office, I continued speaking until I finally had to stop and take a breath.
“That’s great for Jack, but I was asking about you.”
My face filled with confusion at her response, because I had no idea what she wanted me to say. “I just told you. Things are great.” Wondering if she needed a vacation already, since she’d not understood me, I smiled.
“No you didn’t. You told me about Jack. I want to know if you’ve done anything for yourself.” Her tone had changed and I didn’t understand why she suddenly seemed upset.
“Like what?” I was happy. Jack and I had enjoyed some of the most incredible nights of my life. He’d given me more pleasure in these last few months than I’d experienced in a lifetime, so I really didn’t understand what her problem was.
“I don’t know, Emily. Maybe like considering going back to school, finding a new hobby that you might like, or fuck, reading a great book that you couldn’t put down. I don’t want to hear about Mr. Wonderful. I want to know what you’re doing to make life more meaningful.”
She was obviously spoiling for an argument, and I didn’t want our night going that way. “Jack gives me everything I need.” How could I ask for more than that?
“He’s completely brainwashed you!” Kim stood up with her plate and walked over to the sink. Plopping it down there without care if it broke or not, she turned back to me, hands on her hips, and glared. “Do you even know what you want anymore?”
I wiped my face delicately with the paper towel she’d put by my plate and looked up at her shaking my head. “What I’ve always wanted, Kim. And I have him. I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but I’m happy with how things are.” My language had grown a little more colorful after the last few months with Jack.
“So that’s it then? You’re going to spend the rest of your life living out whatever Jack wants, and not think about the things you could be doing?” Kim was almost screaming now and it ran through my mind that she needed someone to help her control her outbursts. Jack had certainly taught me how to be more refined in my emotions.
“I don’t know why you’re so angry, but I can’t pretend to be missing out on anything.” Sitting back casually in my chair, I sipped on the glass of juice that went with my dinner.
“He’s got you trained perfectly, hasn’t he? I wonder if you’d bark if he asked.” Shaking her head, she began rinsing off her plate, and slid it into the dishwasher before turning back to me. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
Her comments made me see red. “You are such a bitch, Kim!” That was the first time in forever I’d allowed myself to get angry, and I immediately felt bad for it. My hand flew to my mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that.” Just that quickly my mentality shifted to the peaceful mindset that was determined to please.
“Don’t fucking apologize to me. I’d rather you scream obscenities at my head instead of being the obedient pet he’s convinced you to be!”
I felt myself growing angry again and knew I had to contain myself. “I think we should do this again when you’re not so angry.” Using every ounce of will I had, I stood up and bit back the words I wanted to hurl.
“Damn it, Emily. Don’t go. I just hate seeing you this way.”
Had I been this volatile before meeting Jack? I couldn’t recall ever having to contain my emotions more than I needed to then. Her begging forgiveness resonated with something in my mind, and I don’t know why but it made me want to slap her. “You should be sorry. I won’t tolerate you taking out your anger on me again. Either learn to restrain yourself or get the fuck out of my life.”
I was still seething as I walked toward the door, ignoring her pleas that I stay and talk this through. Walking down to the car where Dante waited, she followed me, continuously apologizing. The problem was I didn’t want to listen.
What was Dante’s problem? He was supposed to be holding the door open for me. Instead he was glaring from me to Kim and looking at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Emily, please.” I ignored her and sent Dante a look of impatience toward the door since it still wasn’t open. Jack could help me understand what was going on, and I needed to put space between me and my sister before I snapped worse than before. I wanted to physically hurt her at the moment.
Snatching the door open, I climbed inside, attempting to close it when Dante held it open against my will. “Let go of my door.” Gritt
ing my teeth, I decided tomorrow that Jack would need to have a long discussion with Dante about his job.
“Kim is trying to talk to you.” He motioned his head toward her, and I followed his nod. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she looked so forlorn that something broke in me.
What the hell was I doing? This was my sister, and my action had hurt her in a way that should have me beaten. Sure, she could be an overbearing pain in the ass at times, but Kim had given up her life to raise me. Something was seriously wrong with me that I could hurt her this way. My head spun and darkness enveloped me. The feeling was almost peaceful after the months of trying to be so perfect so Jack would love me.
That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the emergency room. My head was killing me as the bright lights overhead came into focus. Jack and Kim were arguing loudly, and Dante was standing between them, attempting to dissuade their fight, I assumed.
“You did this to her, Jack Duncan! I doubt she can even take a piss without asking your permission these days.”
“Perhaps you should consider who she was with when she passed out.” The only sign that Jack was angry was the tick in his jaw. His words were calm, reserved, almost too polite for the accusation he was putting on her.
“Would you both just stop?” I hated to see the two people I loved most in this world arguing over me.
Kim and Jack were at either side of my bed instantly. It was a little disorientating turning my head back to each of them trying to tell without words that I was fine. It made my head ache even worse and I cried out in pain. Jack stormed from the room and came back with a physician.
“I’m Dr. Sullivan, Ms. Yates. How are you feeling?” He was an older man, slightly overweight, but with the kindest warm-brown eyes.
Thankfully, they stood back and gave the doctor space to examine me and the pain in my head eased. “Just a headache, but I’m okay.” I attempted to smile, but groaned as the movement made my head throb again.
“That’s common during the first trimester of pregnancy.” His words were compassionate, but I gasped as he gave me that news. “Probably just tension since your blood work came back fine.”
“That’s impossible. I’m on birth control.” I felt like reality had left the building. From the look on Jack’s face he was similarly blown away.
“I’m sorry, I assumed you knew.” A wide grin broke over his face. “As you can now attest, birth control is not always effective. I’ll have the nurse bring you in some Tylenol, and you need to make an appointment with an obstetrician soon. As far as your syncope, fainting, try to keep your stress level down as much as you can.”
My mouth hung open and for a second I didn’t know what to say. I was pregnant with Jack’s baby. How did I not realize this before? I was late for my last period, but the health department had told me that was common when starting a new prescription.
“That is assuming you plan on having the child. If not, then you should start considering other options.” Dr. Sullivan wrote down notes on a clipboard while I tried to wrap my mind around the fact of being knocked up.
“She’s keeping it.” Jack’s words were firm, then his face broke into a wide smile.
“That’s not really your decision, now is it?” Kim glared at him, and all I could think was here we go again.
“Since it’s my baby she’s carrying, I believe it’s more mine than yours.” His lip lifted in a smirk and I could see Kim getting ready to lay into him again.
“This is just the kind of stress Ms. Yates needs to avoid during her first trimester.” Dr. Sullivan effectively shut them both up with his lecture. “I could send them all out of here if you need a few moments to regroup.”
The look on Jack’s face was priceless and I bit back a laugh. “I’m sure they’ll be on their best behavior now.” They had been reprimanded and I thought it was hilarious. The fact that Jack wasn’t arguing with the physician didn’t go unnoticed, and Kim looked humbled about needing to be warned.
“I’ll have the nurse bring you those pain relievers, and get to work on your discharge papers.” He patted my hand then turned back to Kim and Jack.
“This young lady will need lots of support during her first pregnancy. It would be wise to remember that stress is harmful right now, not only to the mother but her unborn child.” With a stern look to them both, he walked out the door.
“Congratulations.” Dante’s words alerted me to his presence because I hadn’t paid him any attention with everything else going on.
“Thank you.” I smiled back, still lost in the wonder of becoming a mom.
“We’ll get married immediately. I can have a decorator in to fix up the baby’s room any way you like.” Jack smiled broadly and had a look of what I could only describe as admiration towards me.
“My baby sister, is having a baby.” Kim was smiling and crying at the same time as she walked over, leaned down and hugged me tightly.
“Careful!” Jack admonished, and I had to laugh.
“She’s not fragile, Jack Duncan, and don’t tell me how to hug my sister.”
I could see the reproach in his eyes and decided to diffuse the next argument before it came. “I’m fine. Women get pregnant every day.”
“Not with my child they don’t. She’s going to have the best of everything. Private schools, dance lessons, anything her little heart desires.”
Jack was really getting off on this and I was somewhat amazed. “What if she turns out to be a he? The other kids might pick on our boy if walks around in a tutu.”
“It’s going to be a girl. She’s going to have your eyes and my mind for business. You just wait and see.”
I found it heartwarming that he wanted a little girl, but I could see him pampering her until she was so spoiled no one could deal with her. “I’d rather have a little boy that looked just like his father, but either way, as long as she or he is healthy, I’ll be happy.”
The nurse walked in with my pills and I took them, thanking her. She handled my discharge papers while Jack went down to pay off the fees. I was going to be a mother. That pretty much changed everything!
chapter thirteen
Becoming
We had a small ceremony at Jack’s family home a little less than a month later. Things were happening so quickly, I wasn’t sure what was real anymore. I would have been happy going to the courthouse to seal our union, but he wasn’t having any of that. To quote, “No wife of mine will stand before some indifferent judge while becoming mine for life.”
I gave into that request, but only because he hadn’t touched me since we’d discovered I was pregnant, and I needed some leverage. I knew my body hadn’t changed much yet, so it had to be from fear of hurting the little one growing in my belly. Since the doctor – one of the best in the country according to Jack – had told us we could continue having sex, I was frustrated by his lack of initiative.
We’d arrived in Paris hours ago to start our honeymoon, and while I was amazed at the beautiful villa we were staying in, I was tired of sitting around doing nothing when I wanted my husband in bed!
Jack had determined I needed to rest after the flight, and I’d refused to do so unless he joined me. I discovered that he was willing to do almost anything I asked since the start of the pregnancy, which was okay, except I’d rather him tell me what I could do to please him.
He wasn’t the controlling man I’d come to love and I started to worry that he would never return. Not that I didn’t like having a little more freedom, but… I don’t know how to explain it. I missed that dominant presence. Of course he had no problem making sure I ate everything the dietician he’d hired said I needed for the well-being of junior, but that wasn’t what I needed.
He was watching television in bed with me, and I turned over to my side, studying him. The man was simply beautiful, dressed in only his briefs. Long muscled legs, that sexy ripped stomach of his, and those beautiful hands. Mm, I wouldn’t mind feeling those playing over my skin a
t the moment.
“Do you not want me anymore, Jack?” I was so frustrated with his lack of attention lately.
He turned over to face me a look of shock in his deep blue eyes. “Why on earth would you ask me that?”
“You haven’t touched me in weeks.” I was sulking, and yes the pregnancy hormones made me moody.
“Baby, my cock aches to plunge inside that hot pussy of yours, but I’m not sure I could be gentle.” My gaze roamed down across his six-pack and the appendage he referred to was hard and ready.
Without thought, I slid my hand under the waist band of his underwear and grasped him firmly. “Then don’t be. I want you so much, Jack!” In our relationship before I’d always let him take the lead, but he wasn’t leading me anywhere lately. All we’d done is cuddle and my frustration level was through the roof.
His hand covered mine and his grunt of need didn’t go along with how he removed my hold planting my hand back on my own stomach. “No, Emily. I could hurt you or the little one, and I’m not taking that chance.”
Tears filled my eyes at his rejection, and I turned to my side to hide them. “You don’t want me.” I hiccupped through a sob, my emotions flying off the charts at that new found knowledge.
He cradled against my back, his cock hard and twitching against my ass, and I knew that part of him did want me. “Slide off those little panties before I remember the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this.” He sighed in agitation, and I wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled that he’d given in to me, or angry that he didn’t really want to love me.
“Just forget it.” Sniffling, I tensed against him, the latter winning. If it was so hard to make love to me now, then I didn’t want him doing me any favors.
“Emily Duncan, you will do as you’re told. Now!”
That forceful persona that I’d missed so desperately was back and my core drenched instantly. Without any hesitation, I reached under the short cotton dress I wore and slid the scrap of silk down my legs, tossing it aside, before lying back down.
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