Knocked Up by the Dom: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance (Babies for the Doms Book 1)

by Penelope Bloom

  “Naughty,” I say, standing. I take her wrists and raise them over her head again, then tie the long end of my necktie in a new knot around one of the supports for the shelving overhead. I kneel back down, picking up where I left off.

  I plunge my tongue inside her entrance, bending it upwards at the tip as I bring it back up, lapping at her hungrily as I grip two tight handfuls of her ass and lift her slightly so I can get an even better angle.

  “Oh God,” she gasps. “How are you--oh--fuck.”

  I swirl my tongue inside her and let out a low hum that vibrates through my lips. She spasms, body tensing. I pause. Every nerve in my body is crying out for me to bury my cock in her now. To have that tight pussy choking every inch of my length, but I can’t make myself stop, not yet. She tastes too good--too sweet. The way her body is squirming and shaking against me is nearly driving me over the edge without so much as her laying a finger on my cock.

  It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt myself on the verge of cummning just from eating out a woman, but every inch closer I bring her to orgasm feels like it’s bringing on my own.

  I finally have to stop, pulling myself away with so much effort that I have to squeeze my eyes shut, if I see her glistening pussy I know I’d be unable to stop eating her out until we both came. I stand, ripping my shirt open. I shove the hem of her dress up over her tits and yank the cups of her bra down so I can fully enjoy every inch of her.

  I don’t even need to grip myself to find her entrance. The heat coming from her is like a beacon for my cock, and it only takes a slight movement of my hips to slide the first inch into her. She stretches wonderfully for me already, and we’re only just getting started.

  “Oh God,” she gasps.

  My mind buzzes like electricity and my heart pounds. She feels so fucking good. The scent of her filling my nose, the way her skin feels so soft and innocent against my rough hands… Most of all, I love watching her unleash her pent up passion. Without even knowing her more than an hour, I can tell she’s the kind of woman who makes a habit of denying herself, whether it’s expensive treats, fun nights out, or even a good fuck when she needs it.

  She needs me as much as I need her, she just doesn’t realize it yet.

  I work myself in, adding an inch with every movement of my hips while I distract her from the way her pussy is being forced to stretch to accommodate me by kissing and sucking the hardened nubs of her nipples into my mouth.

  “Ah,” she says quickly, grabbing my arm when I try to push the last inch into her. “It’s too deep.”

  I glance to my side and realize there’s an ice machine for filling the buckets in the rooms. Careful not to slip out of her, I reach out and just barely manage to tap the dispenser. A couple cubes fall free. I toss one into my mouth as she watches me with growing interest.

  I position it between my lips and dip my head again, running the ice along the outer edge of her nipple.

  “Oh, oh…” she says.

  Once I can tell the cold is growing too intense, I move the cube to my hand and soothe away the sting of cold with the warmth of my tongue. While she’s distracted by the play of hot and cold, I ease my last inch inside of her. She sucks in a breath, but her face remains relaxed.

  “It’s in all the way?” she asks.

  “A perfect fit,” I say, and it is. I can feel the wall of her cervix against the head of my cock.

  I tease us both by remaining motionless. My cock still buried as deep as it can be inside her but giving her none of the friction her body so desperately craves. I want her to show me how badly she wants it, how fucking horny she is.

  Like a good girl, it’s only seconds before she starts to dig her heels into my back and work her hips against me. She rolls her hips, using her legs wrapped around me for leverage to help with the push and pull as she fucks herself on my cock.

  Once I’ve had a taste of her desperation, I grab a fresh ice cube and torture her neck, lips, ear lobes, nipples, and stomach, all while I drive my cock so hard and fast into her that it probably sounds like someone put a basketball in the dryer.

  I can’t hold it back anymore. I don’t want to hold it back. I want to cum, to feel her cum, to see the way her face looks when she fully surrenders to pleasure.

  My eyes close and my body tenses, just as my orgasm is about to consume me, I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as her own orgasm rocks through her. Her already tight pussy flexes even harder around my cock, doubling the sensation of each thrust and drawing my own orgasm out like an explosion.

  “Fuck!” I roar.

  “Oh God,” she gasps.

  My cock pulses as my hot cum fills her tight hole. I lean over her, arms planted on the washer and cock still throbbing inside her. I reach up to untie her hands, but still hope she doesn’t plan to go anywhere.

  “Thanks,” she says, moving away from me a few moments later and tugging her dress down. Her cheeks are flushed red and she can’t seem to meet my eye. “That was amazing,” she says before stepping toward the door.

  I step forward, gripping her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I see all the wild abandon that was in her features a second ago is gone now, replaced by the self-conscious woman I led into my office.

  “I figured this was just something guys like you do. Have your fun and then move on. Right?”

  “You thought I was going to let you go?”

  She works her lips to the side in an adorably shy way and smiles, eyes downcast. “I thought maybe all those things you said were just… just words.”

  I tilt her face up to mine with the edge of my finger. “Never. I’ll never lie to you.”

  She watches me for a time before leaning into my chest. “I can’t believe I did this. I didn’t even make you use a condom.” She looks mildly horrified at that realization.

  “Would you have stopped long enough for me to go get one?” I ask with a cocky grin.

  She glares at me, then bites her lip. “I don’t know. But I really need to get back to help my mom. She’ll be wondering what took me so long.”

  “Of course,” I say. I lead her back to the elevator. There are two men in their twenties who look like trust-fund kids already in the elevator. Their clothes are in disarray and I’m immediately struck by the smell of alcohol when we enter the small space.

  “What floor are you?” I ask Lysa.

  “Thirty-two.”.

  I tap the button. Once the doors close, the men start to laugh quietly. They’re whispering something while looking toward us. I half-turn my head and catch one of them mouthing the word “slut” while they look at Lysa.

  Every muscle in my body tenses. I think about my sweet, innocent little pet and how she would feel if she knew these men were laughing at her and I see red. Fucking blood red.

  19

  Lysa

  The men behind us are snickering. My mind, which is already transitioning out of “oh my God that was so hot” to “what the hell were you thinking?” is racing with possibilities. What could they be laughing about? I try to casually run my hand down my thighs and the back of my dress without drawing notice. I would be mortified if I had his cum somewhere visible on my dress or my legs and didn’t realize.

  Leo takes one long stride until he’s standing directly in front of the men and dwarfing them with his tall, broad frame. “Something funny?” he asks in a voice like cold steel.

  An icy fist clutches my stomach. The mood in the cramped elevator is electric with the potential of violence, and I just want to be out. I want to be somewhere I can breathe.

  “Yeah,” says one of the guys. “Your hooker looks like she just went nine rounds with half the hotel.”

  My throat tightens. I bring my hands up to straighten my hair, which I now feel is a tangled mess. So much hot blood rushes to my cheeks that I think I might spontaneously combust. It’s like being in one of those nightmares where you realize you’re naked in the middle of clas
s, except I can’t just wake up to escape this.

  Everything happens so fast my brain can barely process it. Leo is gripping the guy who just spoke by the shirt, pinning him to the wall with so much force that the man’s feet are several inches off the ground. The other guy starts yanking at Leo’s arms to free his friend, but Leo cracks him across the jaw with a punch and then aims one at the guy he has pinned.

  “Stop!” I cry out.

  Leo turns to look at me with wild fury in his eyes. I don’t even recognize him. His grip tightens on the man he holds while the other one groans on the ground, nursing a swelling lip.

  “Let him go, it’s not worth it,” I say.

  Leo turns back to the man and pulls his fist back again. At the same time, the door dings for my floor.

  I take one more look at Leo and know I need to leave. I don’t know this man. He’s dangerous. Violent, even. I let the wrong parts of my body do the thinking and I made a mistake, but it’s not too late to fix it and get away. I press the close doors button before running out of the elevator. He’s so consumed by his rage he doesn’t even notice I’ve left in time to stop me.

  I run to my mom’s room, feeling strange without my panties and even stranger when I realize they are probably still lying torn on the floor of the elevator.

  I open the door as quietly as I can and step inside, breathing heavily.

  I was hoping my mom would be asleep, but she’s watching me with a half-cocked eyebrow. I notice with relief that her medicine has already been delivered and it looks like she took it as well.

  “What’d you do, get laid?” she asks. Her eyes narrowed as she grins. “That’s exactly what you did, isn’t it?”

  “Mom,” I say, holding up my hands. “This is not a conversation I’m going to have with you. I love you, but just no.”

  She grins knowingly. “Doesn’t really matter what you say, sweetie, the state of your hair says enough. You look like you just got mauled by a bear.”

  Heat burns my cheeks, but I try not to let it show. I remind myself that it’s better to have my mom around to embarrass the crap out of me than the alternative. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t a bear I ever want to run into again.”

  “No?” she asks. She smiles in a way that tells me she’s about to gross me out again, so I brace myself as much as I can. “If a man left me looking like that, I’d be trying everything I could to run into him again.”

  “Mom!” I say, unable to stop from grinning at least a little. My heart's still pounding from everything that just happened and I can still feel the dull ache in my pussy from how fully he filled me. Having this conversation with my mom makes the situation even more surreal. “What would daddy think if he heard you talking like that?”

  “Maybe your daddy was that man.” The way she wiggles her eyebrows at me makes me want to hurl and say “aww” at the same time.

  I sink down, letting my head rest against the wall. “Mom,” I say after a little time has passed. “Am I living a boring life?”

  I expect a quick, sarcastic remark, but instead she watches me for a while, considering. “I don’t want this to come out wrong, sweetie,” she says finally in an uncharacteristically careful tone. “But let me tell you something, and I want you to remember this. It’s so easy to fall into a routine, Lysa. So goddamn easy. One morning you wake up a fresh young twenty something and you feel like you’ve got all the time in the world, like you’ll start getting to all those things you’ve wanted to do forever as soon as… And that’s how it happens. Your life slips away one “as soon as” at a time. As soon as I graduate. As soon as I have a real job. As soon as I have more money.

  “You wanna know the secret, sweetie? Opportunity has an expiration date. It won’t always be there waiting for that perfect time. Sometimes you’ve got to grab it at the worst time you can imagine. Sometimes it’ll seem like you can’t possibly do it but that’s exactly when it’s the most important thing in the world to do.”

  Her words wash over me in a way her wisdom often does. I feel them slip into my mind somewhere, but it’s like a filter stops them from reaching all the way through. I tell myself that I’ll take the time to digest them somewhere down the road when things are less crazy, and even though I realize I’m already turning her advice into an “as soon as”, I can't seem to stop myself.

  “That makes a lot of sense,” I say distantly. “Thank you, mom.”

  She grunts, letting her usual cranky demeanor take over once again. “Don’t thank me, because you’re just going to go on doing what you were going to do anyway. You’ll see how it is when you’re older. Nothing to do but watch the young ones make the same mistakes you did because they never listen.”

  “I’ll try mom, I really will,” I say, even though I know I’ve already sidelined her advice as something to digest later, it’s not a complete lie. “But I need to get going. I have a class tonight and I’m going to be late if I don’t leave soon.”

  “Not without giving me my goddamn hug and kiss, you’re not.”

  I lean in to squeeze her and give her a peck on the cheek. My mom may be a hardass, but she never lets me go for more than a few hours without a hug and kiss.

  It’s only when I’m on the bus back to campus that I fully start to comprehend everything that happened. I replay the way Leo walked up to me in the lobby with so much confidence it was practically dripping from him. The arrogant way he just knew I’d go along with whatever he was planning, and the almost frightening way he was able to command my mind and body with nothing but a few touches and whispered words.

  Being with him might have been a thrill like nothing I’ve ever experienced, but I’m sure jumping out of an airplane without a parachute would also be a thrill, all the way up until you hit the ground. There’s no room in my life for a man like Leo. I can’t afford that kind of entanglement. I’ve got too much on my plate already between my mom, work, and school. There’s just no way.

  My stomach turns a little when I remember how I let him fuck me and cum inside me without a condom. Reality felt like a distant memory when I was with him, and the thought of safe-sex never even crossed my mind. It’s amazing what a flood of hormones and horniess can do to a normally functional brain. Now I’ll have to schedule an appointment with my doctor to get tested.

  With every passing moment, I’m more and more certain that what I did was a mistake, especially when I think back to the way he jumped all over those guys in the elevator. I caught a glimpse of something dark inside Leo, and I’ve got enough problems without inviting a man with demons like that into my life. Even if the sex was out of this world.

  My traitorous body shivers with a chill just at the memory of him. If I focus hard enough, I can still feel the places he kissed me like warm bursts of air tickling my skin. When I close my eyes I can remember how unbelievably good he smelled, like expensive cologne mixed with something more basic and masculine just beneath.

  The most worrisome part is that Leo apparently owns the hotel my mom is staying in… If he wants to find me it’ll be ridiculously easy. A little thrill of excitement pulses through me at the thought of Leo coming after me, of him not wanting to let me get away. I shake myself off that train of thought. It’s just my stupid hormones reacting to the best sex of my life. If I’m lucky, Leo Carlyle will never come looking for me, and as soon as I take a shower, I’ll be able to wash him out of my life for good.

  My mind wanders back to the fact that we didn’t use protection and another thought comes to the forefront. Pregnancy. But that possibility… It’s too much to consider, too much to even entertain the idea. I read an article about the dangers of the morning after pill once, and how if it fails to work, there can be terrible side effects for the baby. That’s a risk that I could never, in good conscious, take. For better or worse, if I’m pregnant, then I’m pregnant. After everything I’ve endured in my life, I have to believe the universe wouldn’t be cruel enough to play a joke like that on me.

  20


  Leo

  Music blares from outside, mingling with laughter and the sound of splashing bodies in the pool. I let my head flop backwards on the couch and kick at the lights with my foot to dim them even more. I decided to throw this fucking party so I could stand some hope of getting my mind off the girl from the elevator. Lysa. My pet.

  It’s been a week and I’ve thought about her every-fucking-day. Every moment away from her has been like a physical pain. Every single atom in my body is chewing at me to go to her, to find her, to take her again and again. To claim her so thoroughly, not even God himself would question that she is completely mine. I crave her like my lungs crave their next breath.

  And yet I can’t have her.

  Being with her is the equivalent of walking through a sacred temple while covered in mud--ruining the pristine marble floors and anything in my path. The very thing that drew me to her--her innocence--was sullied by my every touch. Even though I couldn’t stop myself last week in the hotel, I know I have to stay away now. Those idiots in the elevator shook me out of my fantasy and straight back into reality. I can’t bring my darkness into her world. I can’t ruin her.

  So here I am. I thought a party would be the answer. I’d find a woman and forget Lysa… at least for a couple hours. It hasn’t worked. It’s like I’ve been poisoned. I can see the other women--their full lips and scantily clad bodies. I can even acknowledge that I would normally be interested, but it’s different now. I’m completely indifferent to them. There’s no physical reaction. No lust. No hunger. Only a numbness that seems to cover my whole body.

  Right now, only one thing stirs me--my pet. Even the briefest thought about her skidding across my consciousness is enough to heat my blood and make my cock thicken. It’s like a sickness. A disease. One taste of her and I’m addicted, hopelessly and endlessly addicted. I grip two fistfulls of my hair and let my head fall between my knees with an infuriated groan.