The Virgin's Baby_A Forced Marriage Romance

by Michelle Love

  Ransom had no idea I was a virgin. For that matter, the doctor didn’t either. But I had this terrible feeling that everyone was about to find that out. And I had no idea what they would do.

  My protests were too weak; I knew I should step it up if I really didn’t want Ransom in the room with me. I was just about to firmly tell him in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t going to go in with me, when Doctor Larson came around the corner.

  “Good. I’m glad you came too, Mr. Whitaker. This isn’t a pleasant process, and I want you to be particularly aware that this isn’t the worst Miss Dell will go through if you two decide to go through with this.” She pushed the door open and in we went.

  Feeling put on the spot to allow Ransom to be there with me, I shut my mouth. A nurse in the exam room greeted us and pointed to a door to one side. “Please go in the dressing room, Miss Dell. In there you will find a gown. Put that on, and then come back out here.”

  Stepping near enough to whisper to the female nurse, I asked, “And what do I do about my panties? I’m bleeding pretty heavily. And I’m wearing a tampon.”

  “Oh, that’ll have to go.” She went to a drawer then pulled out an enormous pad. “Put this on instead. You can leave on your panties and bra. There’s a toilet in there too. Feel free to urinate and get rid of that tampon.”

  The nurse clearly missed my intentions when I whispered and seemed unconcerned with my need for discretion. I was thankful that Ransom seemed not to be listening as he looked over the devices in the room, asking the doctor questions about them.

  Taking the pad with me, I went to disrobe in the next room. My heart pounded as I took my clothes off. My head swam as if I might pass out when I put on the gown.

  What am I doing?

  Was it all going to work out? Would the doctor push that ultrasound thing into me and find out I was a virgin and stop everything?

  I had no idea if she would go through with the whole thing once she found out that I hadn’t ever had sex. I didn’t know if she could, legally or medically.

  After using the bathroom, getting rid of the tampon, and cleaning myself up as best I could, I put the giant pad into my panties. Washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Okay, just breathe. They probably won’t find out. If the tampon didn’t break my hymen, then the vaginal ultrasound won’t either.” I had to believe that.

  Going back into the room, I found the lights had been dimmed, and the screen on the ultrasound machine was lit up. Ransom stood near the head of the examination table. His smile was warm. “Here we go, Aspen.”

  Yeah, here we go.

  I had to stop to take a deep breath. “Is it normal to feel so much anxiety at this point?” I asked the doctor.

  It was the nurse who answered me, “Most women are nervous during every procedure. It’s okay. You’re not any different from any of the other women we see here. Come on now. Let’s just do this thing and get it over with. Then you’ll get the other medications, and we’ll be that much closer to getting you guys that baby you so desperately want.”

  Ransom added, “Yeah, we’ll be that much closer. Come on. It’s going to be fine. I promise you.”

  None of them knew what I was hiding. No one was aware that this might be the end of the road for me.

  I had no clue why I had never looked up anything about virgins being allowed to do this process, but I hadn’t. It all seemed to have crept up on me. Or rather, I’d turned a blind eye to this potential setback of becoming a mother to a child.

  Virgins don’t have babies, right?

  My legs shook as I climbed up to take a seat at the end of the table, then the doctor spoke up. “Your bottom needs to be at the very edge of the table, then you need to lie flat on your back. I’ll put your feet in the stirrups for you.”

  Gulping, I scooted my ass to the edge then laid back. Ransom was right there next to my face. “Hi.”

  “Hey, you,” my voice was weak and shaky.

  “Don’t be nervous.” He leaned over me, kissing my forehead.

  The touch of his lips made me hot inside. My nipples went hard as rocks, and I actually felt blood gush onto the pad.

  How gross!

  We might need to set some rules about physically touching if this went any further. Of course, that would mean that I would have to admit to the man how much he affected me, sexually speaking. But something had to be done about it.

  The nurse threw a sheet over me after pulling my legs up and putting my feet into the stirrups. It made a drape, making it impossible for me to see what was going on down there. And I hoped Ransom couldn’t see anything from his vantage point either.

  “I hope everything’s okay down there,” I whispered.

  Ransom’s smile was as big as ever. His eyes sparkled like blue diamonds in the dim light. And I had never thought him more handsome. “I’m sure things are fine, Aspen. So, I told you that I had a story to tell you to get your mind off this. You want to hear it now?”

  “Please.” I bit my lower lip as I felt my panties being slid down.

  It’s only a matter of time now.

  His hand moved down my arm, then he took mine, holding it in a loose grip. “So, this guy is having a really bad day, right?”

  “Okay,” I said as I felt some cold gel being rubbed all over my nether regions.

  He went on, “He’s sitting in this bar, a full beer in front of him. This tough biker type guy comes into the bar and heads straight for him. He gives the poor guy a shove, and then picks up the other man’s beer and downs it.”

  “Kind of rude,” I say as I hear the sound of the ultrasound wand being pulled out of its holder.

  “Yeah,” Ransom agrees. “So, this poor guy who’s had a really bad day tells the fella who drank the only beer he could even afford that he got to work that morning and found out he’d gotten a flat tire. But that’s not the worst of it. His boss fired him for a mistake another employee made. And it gets even worse. When he gets home, his own dog bites him. And then it all comes to a head when he heads inside and finds his wife in bed with his best friend.”

  “This is so not a funny story, Ransom,” I had to let him know. “Our humor is very different, I suppose.” I felt the cold steel press against the opening of my vagina.

  Ransom laughed. “Let me finish. Then the poor guy who has had the worst day ever tells the biker that all he had was enough money to buy the one beer, and he’d already put enough poison in it to kill him within five minutes. Well, the biker just shrugs and says he doesn’t care. The poor man shakes his head, his shoulders slumped, and he says to the bullying jerk that he should care, because he just drank the poisoned beer that was meant for him.”

  I was about to laugh when Doctor Larson blurted out, “Miss Dell, you’re a virgin!”

  And here we go

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ransom

  Lubbock, Texas – May 25th

  Stunned, I stood there, holding Aspen’s hand as the doctor looked at me. “Were you aware of this, Mr. Whitaker? Is this something that you two have talked about?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to throw Aspen under the bus. I didn’t want to stand back and point my finger at her and shout that she’d never told me a thing about being a virgin. So, I did the gentlemanly thing. Taking a deep breath, I regained my composure. “Of course it is, Doctor Lawson. She and I have no secrets from each other. This isn’t a problem, is it?” I squeezed Aspen’s hand to let her know I wasn’t pleased about her omission.

  Aspen closed her eyes; tiny tears leaked out of them. “I’m sorry, doctor. I should’ve told you.” I knew that was meant for me too.

  I wasn’t mad. Just surprised. Completely surprised.

  I asked again, “This isn’t a problem, is it?”

  The nurse was quick to respond as the doctor seemed to be ignoring me, “No, it’s not a problem. We’ve only done two in vitro processes on virgins, but there are more and more happening all the time now.” Her eyes w
ent back and forth from me to Aspen. “I know it’s not any of my business, but why don’t you two just do this the old-fashioned way?”

  Aspen answered that “We would rather not discuss that, please.”

  “Sure,” the nurse said then ducked her head.

  The doctor looked at the screen carefully. “You’ve got a healthy reproductive system here, Miss Dell. Again, I must urge you both to take some time to think about things. This shouldn’t be rushed into. Especially now that I know we’ll be delivering a baby from a virgin mother. If you think giving birth is hard, do it as a virgin.”

  Aspen gulped. “I’m sure it will be pretty hard. But I’m preparing myself to do that.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I’d been rendered speechless.

  Aspen’s a virgin? She’s never been touched?

  I had a hundred questions for the girl. But this wasn’t the place or time to ask any that were popping into my mind.

  But soon after, I was given my own task when the nurse came to me with a cup with a lid on it. “Here you go, Mr. Whitaker. Your turn to give us a sample of what we’ll be working with.”

  “You need some sperm?” I asked. “Some of my sperm?” I wasn’t prepared for this.

  “We do.” She pulled me away from Aspen, taking me toward the door. “Just go to the next door on the left. There are stimulating things in that bathroom to help you produce what we need. After you’re done filling the cup, put the lid on it and place it in the silver box affixed on the wall. After that, Miss Dell will be waiting for you in the waiting room, and you two are free to go. We’ll give her the first HCG shot and show her how to give them to herself. And she’ll be sent home with a ten-day supply of them.”

  Looking back at Aspen, I called out, “Don’t worry. I’ll give you those shots, too, like I’ve been doing for you with the other ones.” She hated the shots. I doubted she would be able to do them on her own.

  “Okay,” Aspen said. Her eyes held mine for a moment. “Good luck, Ransom.” I could see the silent ‘I’m sorry’ in those eyes as they glistened in the dim light.

  She and I had a long talk coming. But first I had some coming to do.

  Going into the bathroom, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d jacked off. And with all that was going on, my cock wasn’t exactly ready and willing.

  I said the words out loud, “Aspen is a virgin.” I gripped my cock with one hand and repeated, “Aspen is a virgin.”

  It twitched a bit, so I started to move my hand up and down the shaft. Closing my eyes, I let a fantasy play out in my head as I stroked myself.

  Aspen lay on my bed. Her hair splayed out over my pillow. Her legs long and lean spread out for me. She eyed me as I came into the room. “Please,” was all she could say.

  I pulled my clothes off as I came to the side of the bed where she lay naked for me. “You want me to take your innocence from you?”

  She nodded then licked her lips. “Please, Ransom.”

  Every breath she took made her big tits rise and fall. Reaching out, I took them both in my hands. Her nipples pebbled between my fingers as I massaged them.

  The way her eyes closed dreamily made me rock hard for her. My cock ached to plunge into her virgin cunt. But first, I would make her suck my cock until I was nearly bursting.

  Her lips, so plump, so juicy, had never touched another cock. Mine would be the first—and the last—if I had anything to do with it.

  I moved up on the bed, straddling her, and I pressed my erection to her lips. She opened her mouth willingly, pulling me into the warm depths. I watched her suck me and lick me and fondle my balls as she did so.

  Not wanting to let my cum go to waste, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and moved my body down hers. She looked into my eyes, cradling my face in her hands. “Take me, Ransom. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else.”

  “Oh, I will do that, baby.” I pushed her legs apart, spreading her wide for me.

  She arched her body up to meet mine. She wanted it so badly. She was hot and ready.

  Her breasts smashed against my chest as I moved up and down, teasing her with my cock, rubbing it all over her. “Please,” she moaned, wanting to feel me inside of her more than she wanted anything in her entire life.

  Her innocence was mine to take. No one else would ever have what I had from her. She would become mine in every way once I took what she had offered only to me.

  I would be her first. I would give her every first she could think of. Even her first-born child.

  I thrust my cock into her, making her scream as her nails dug into my back. Her cunt crushed my dick, making it ache in the best imaginable way. Pressing my mouth on hers, I forced my tongue through her lips, kissing her deep and hard as I began moving.

  As her insides slicked with our combined juices, her cries became moans of pleasure. Releasing her lips, I looked at her gorgeous face and knew I would never look at her the same way again. “You’re mine, Aspen Dell. You are mine and only mine.”

  A smile moved over her kiss-swollen lips. “You want me, Ransom?”

  “I want all of you. Every last part of you.” I kissed her again as I moved faster and fucked her harder.

  I’d never wanted to own a person the way I wanted to possess her. I wanted to own it all, her heart, her mind, her soul. She was mine then. No one would ever be able to take her away from me.

  A gilded cage began to ascend from the ceiling in my bedroom. The cage I would keep her in. The cage that would keep her only for me.

  Her eyes became large as she looked up at the huge cage. “Ransom, what’s that?”

  “That’s where you’ll stay now. You’re mine.” I plunged into her harder.

  Her thighs squeezed my body as she cried out, “Ransom!” Then her body shook as she came for the very first time all over my hard cock.

  She loved the idea of being mine, loved the idea of being caged by me. Her body convulsed, and it took mine with it to a place I’d never been before.

  I nearly shouted as I came. I had to open my eyes to try to come out of the fantasy I’d fallen into so deeply; it felt so real. I spilled myself into the cup that overflowed with my seed.

  My hands shook. My knees felt weak. I had to lean my forehead against the wall. “What the hell was that shit about?”

  I screwed the cap onto the cup then took it to the sink to rinse the cum away that had dripped down the sides. Placing it on the edge of the sink, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.

  My eyes were bright. My face a little red with adrenaline. “You’re going to have to watch yourself, Ransom Whitaker. She’s not your typical girl.”

  Aspen had changed in my mind. I’d thought of her as an intellectual woman. A woman who might not have been promiscuous, but I had never thought she was a virgin.

  Why would a virgin agree to do this with me?

  Why would a twenty-three-year-old virgin want to have a baby with a stranger?

  Why would such a gorgeous woman still be a virgin?

  Was something wrong with her that I hadn’t noticed?

  I had to admit that I didn’t know the girl well at all. I had to change that. We would be sharing a kid. I needed to know everything there was to know about her.

  It hit me then. It hit me so hard that I fell back against the wall.

  I’ve been an immature, selfish, prick!

  All I had thought about was me. This whole time, all I kept in the front of my mind was me and only me.

  My grandfather was dying, and I thought about me being all alone.

  Aspen was a virgin who had agreed to have my baby, and all I thought about was me.

  What must’ve been going through her mind to give so much of herself to a man she didn’t know at all? What kind of life did she have to make her do such a thing?

  I had to find out. I had to do the right thing. I had to stop putting myself first and put these others before me, people like my grandfather and the selfless virginal woman who was
ready to give up everything for me.

  I didn’t deserve her. I knew that before, but now it was undeniable.

  Aspen Dell was some kind of a saint. And I was an immoral sinner who didn’t deserve her or my grandfather.

  Hell, I didn’t even deserve to have a baby.

  But all that didn’t make me want any of it any less. I wanted to make my grandfather proud. I wanted him to see that I would be okay without him. I wanted him to get to leave this Earth knowing I was making roots for myself.

  And not in a selfish way either.

  I’d been going about things all wrong. I’d been doing the thing I usually did: just getting by.

  Is that what I really wanted to show my kid? That it was okay to do the bare minimum?

  That was all I had ever done. And here I was giving what would hopefully one day be my child the bare minimum.

  I gave myself one hard slap as I looked into the mirror again. “Time to grow the fuck up, Ransom Whitaker. Time to do what’s right.”

  But even as I looked into that mirror and saw a grown-ass man looking back at me, I still didn’t know exactly what the right thing to do was.

  And I didn’t know what Aspen Dell wanted to do either.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aspen

  Lubbock, Texas – May 31st

  Sitting in a café with Margo, I felt a bit more like myself for the first time since I’d moved into the Whitaker estate. “It’s good to see you, Margo. I’ve really needed this.”

  She picked up her cup of steaming hot coffee then blew across the surface. “So, tell me all about it.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure if I should tell her about my substantial secret virginity thingy, but Ransom and I had such a lengthy discussion about it that I felt I needed to talk to someone about it.

  Chewing my lip nervously, I went for it, “I’m a virgin.”

  She laughed. “I suspected that.” She took a sip of the coffee. “Yuck. Needs more sugar.”

  I passed the sugar shaker to her then went on, “Well, Ransom didn’t. And neither did the doctor. It all came out during the most embarrassing examination in history. I’ll leave that horror story for another time.”