Lock & Key Collection

by Rebel Rose

  Taking Emma Lia to the club hasn’t been the experience that it’s been with my other submissives. I’m on guard constantly, scanning the club to see which Doms look at her for a little too long. Hell, one of them even had the audacity to approach me about doing a scene with her. I punched him in his motherfucking face. He hasn’t looked at her again, and that’s the way it better stay.

  We enter the house and I catch Emma Lia around the wrist, pulling her against me. I touch the simple platinum collar around her neck—a piece that is less likely to catch the eye of a thief. “Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. Lower your head, bend over the bed, and wait for me like that.”

  My very pregnant submissive wife can no longer kneel at the bedside. She also doesn’t do well lying on her back, but she still physically tolerates a good fucking from behind. Lucky for me.

  “Yes, Husband. Is there anything else I may do for you?”

  “Let down your hair.” It has gotten so long during her pregnancy and I love the way it parts down the middle and falls forward over the bed when I’m fucking her from behind.

  “Happily, Husband.”

  I go to the wet bar and pour a whiskey, sipping on it while I give Emma Lia time to prepare for me. Mon bien-aimé is a little slower these days and needs more time for everything.

  Emma Lia is bent over the bed when I enter our bedroom. I chose that position because I know that it relieves the ache in her back and pressures in her pelvis when she’s been on her feet for a while.

  My girl has amazed me throughout this pregnancy. She has continued to be an exceptional submissive despite her changing body. Sure, there have been some compromises, but that was to be expected.

  I begin the process of shedding my clothes, beginning with my tie, and I look at Emma Lia’s naked body. Some men are turned off by pregnancy but not this guy. I love it all. The bump, the full, leaky breasts, the raging hormones that turn my wife into a nymphomaniac.

  I approach her from behind and wrap my arms around her body, her full breasts filling my hands. I caress each one before cupping my hands on the underside and squeezing rhythmically. “I love your tits so much.”

  “I can tell. You can’t keep your hands or mouth off of them lately.”

  She isn’t exaggerating, not even a little.

  Emma Lia joked with me about having a pregnancy fetish. Well, I absolutely do. And although I’m very excited about our son or daughter’s arrival, I’m going to be sad to see her pregnant body go away.

  “You have been insatiable this week, Tristan.”

  “Because I know that I’m going to be cut off cold turkey from your pussy and ass soon.”

  Cat’s already threatened to cut off my balls if I go against her orders and have sex with Emma Lia during her six-week postpartum period.

  “Don’t worry, Tristan. I’m going to make sure that you get what you need while I’m recovering.”

  Emma Lia has promised me blowjobs and hand jobs but it won’t be the same as her pussy and ass. And who knows what our lives will be like after the baby is here? She may lose all interest in sex after she gets a baby in her arms.

  “I’m going to start having contractions if you keep playing with my boobs and nipples like that.”

  She’s not joking. I sucked and played with them three nights ago, and then she had contractions for hours afterward. We thought for sure that she was going into labor. Wrong.

  “Sorry.”

  I move my hands to her back and begin massaging her muscles. I never get scolded for doing that. “Feels good?”

  “Mmm… God, yes, Tristan. Just like that.” Her words and sexy sounds make my cock harder.

  I briefly abandon my job as masseur and stack several pillows on the bed in front of her. “Prop on these, love, and put your head down. Let me take care of you.”

  She does as I tell her to and I rub her muscles harder… but with motive. This position helps with the pressure that she feels in her pelvis, which means I get to fuck my wife harder. But it takes a little effort and patience on my part.

  I shower kisses on the skin covering her back. “Feeling good now?”

  “Yes. Very good.”

  I move to my knees behind her, lower my mouth to nibble her cheeks. I push my fingers into the gap between her thighs. “Spread your feet, mon bien-aimé.”

  Her feet move apart and she tilts her hips without being told, which positions her pussy perfectly for the devouring it’s about to get.

  I grasp her cheeks and pull them apart, using my thumbs to part her deepest crevice, exposing both of her tight pink holes. As much as I crave the puckered one, I refrain. Cat has repeatedly told me everything that can happen to the baby after anal sex if infection is introduced into the birth canal this close to delivery time. Anal is off of the table for a while.

  I start by teasing her, breathing against her wet folds so she can anticipate what’s coming next. And I know that she’s growing more eager for my mouth when she wiggles her ass. “Tell me what you want, Mrs. Broussard.”

  “I want you to lick my pussy.” Fuck, I never tire of hearing her say that.

  “How do you want it, my love? Soft? Slow? Hard? Vigorous?” I normally wouldn’t give her a choice but every nerve in her pelvis is unpredictable at this point, depending on the baby’s position.

  “Soft and slow, please.”

  “Yes, love.”

  My tongue begins at her slit and moves over her in one slow, meticulous swipe. “Like that?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She moans when I drag my tongue over her a second time. It doesn’t take as much stimulation. Everything in her pelvis is ultra-sensitive at this point.

  I place my thumb on top of her clit and rub it in a circular motion while I move my tongue up and down her center. I already know that it won’t be long before her pelvis explodes in ecstasy.

  And I’m not wrong.

  “Ohh… ohh… I’m going to come, Tristan.”

  Emma Lia buries her face in the pillows beneath her and screams while her pussy contracts around my tongue. It’s sweet and salty when she orgasms. Two of my favorite flavors.

  Her legs are quivering so badly that I seriously question if they’ll buckle. “I’m afraid you’re going to fall, baby. Get on the bed and lie on your side. We’ll do it that way.”

  She crawls onto the mattress on her all fours and lowers her body to the bed. Even lying like that, she’s still trembling. “Are you okay, mon bien-aimé?”

  “Yes, but holding that position exhausted the muscles in my legs.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “I could have said something, but I chose to stick it out so I could come like that with your mouth on me. And it was worth the trembly legs. My orgasm was so good.”

  “Glad you enjoyed it. And now I’m going to enjoy mine.”

  I lie behind her and lift her top leg, bending it at the knee so she’s opened enough to allow my cock to enter her. She’s slick and wet so I slide into her with ease.

  “Fuck, you feel good.”

  I thrust slowly at first but then I reach around and grip her below her baby bump at the top of her pelvic bone, holding her in place as I increase my pace. I pull back and thrust several times, groaning with every advance.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Yes, but it feels good too.”

  The sadist inside of me smiles and tries to convince me to fuck her harder. Bring her intense pain. Make her scream until she cries. But I resist; the little bit of pain that he’s giving her will have to be enough to satisfy him for now.

  I kiss her shoulder in the bend where it meets her neck. “Talk to me, mon bien-aimé. You know what I want to hear.”

  “I’m your whore, Master.”

  “Yes, you are, my love.”

  “Pleasing you pleases me. You can do anything you want to me. Fuck my mouth, my cunt, my ass—all of it is yours whenever you crav
e it. I want the pain you give me, and in return, I want to give you my tears.”

  “That’s my good girl.”

  The onset of my orgasm comes suddenly. She yelps when I grip her lower abdomen so I release my hold, fearful that my grip may hurt her or the baby. My arm moves up Emma Lia’s body until it reaches her shoulders. I use my grasp there to restrain her movement while driving my cock into her pussy violently, as though it’s the last time I’ll have her—because technically, it could be for at least a little while. “Take every drop, mon bien-aimé.”

  “Fill me with it. I want it.”

  We’re both panting and covered in a thin sheet of sweat when our bodies relax and melt against one another. I always love this time—when we’ve just finished fucking or making love and we’re quiet and holding one another.

  I wonder if we’ll still have these moments after the baby comes. Or we’ll be both so exhausted that we skip the sex like so many other couples and take advantage of the sleep.

  Emma Lia brings my hand to her mouth, and she kisses the top. “I am yours, Tristan. Only yours. Forever.”

  “You are my whore and my submissive, but you are also my queen, my treasure, my wife. I love you, mon bien-aimé, so much that it hurts. My chest literally aches when I look at you.”

  “Only you could call me your whore and treasure in the same sentence and make my heart flutter.”

  I spread my hand over Emma Lia’s belly and rub in a circular motion. The baby is active, moving all over the place. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

  “I can’t either.”

  “Still think it’s a boy?” I ask.

  “One hundred percent. Do you still think that it’s a girl?”

  “I do.” Although the thought of having a daughter scares the shit out of me. I’m terrified I won’t be able to protect her from fuckers like me.

  “Only one of us can be right.”

  “And we both know that it’s going to be me.”

  “No, we don’t both know that. But it sure would be entertaining to watch you be daddy to a little girl who has you wrapped around her little finger.”

  “I don’t know how in the hell I’ll deal with guys like me wanting to date her one day.” I shake my head as I think about it. “I may be like Conrad and pull a gun on some little fuckers.”

  “A gun?”

  “Your dad. He pulled a gun on me the night that he came to take you home. Threatened to kill me.”

  She twists and looks at me over her shoulder. “I didn’t know that.”

  “He sure as hell did.”

  “Well, I’m glad he didn’t kill you.”

  “Me too.”

  Emma Lia sucks air through her teeth and holds the bottom of her abdomen. “Mmm…”

  “What is it, baby?”

  “Contraction. I’ve been having them on and off all day.”

  “Did you tell Cat?”

  “Yes. She told me to call her when they were five minutes apart.”

  “How far apart are they?”

  “I have one every eight to twelve minutes or so. Still irregular. But they’ve been bearable. This one hurts more than the others.”

  “We should shower and be ready to go to the hospital just in case.”

  “I wouldn’t mind a warm bath. I think it would ease my backache.”

  “Isn’t back pain a sign of labor?”

  “It can be, but it can also just be a backache from being pregnant.”

  “You’ve been energetic today. That’s another sign of preparation for labor.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I’ve been reading up on it. And I’d bet money that you’re going to go into labor tonight.”

  “I hope so. I’m ready to meet our son.”

  “You mean our daughter.”

  “Our baby. That much we can agree on.” Emma Lia arches her back. “I definitely wouldn’t mind a warm bath at all.”

  “Okay, baby. Give me a minute to run your water.”

  I help Emma Lia into the tub and slide in behind her. When I’m seated, she leans against me.

  “Would you like me to rub your back?”

  “Yes, please. Down low—that’s where it hurts the most.”

  I feel for the soft fleshy tissue of her lower back. “Here?”

  “Yes.” Her voice is a whimper, and I realize just how much pain she is having. And I feel helpless.

  “Tell me how I can make it better.”

  “What you’re doing makes it better.”

  She relaxes against me when she isn’t in pain, and I rub her belly, wondering which one of us is right. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be happy with a boy or a girl. I just don’t want to fail as a dad.

  I’m terrified of being a horrible father. That’s not something that I’ve told Emma Lia, but the fear has plagued my mind every day since we found out about the baby.

  Emma Lia sits straight up when her next pain begins. “Another one already.”

  I press my fingers into the deep tissue of her lower back, rubbing in a circular motion. I notice that her breathing has changed from only thirty minutes ago. She’s inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling through pursed lips. “Do you want me to call Cat?”

  “Not yet. She said to wait until they’re five minutes apart for an hour. And I want to stay home as long as possible. I’ll be more comfortable and have more freedom to move around if I’m here. Once I’m at the hospital, I’ll be stuck in a bed for hours. Plus, we don’t know yet if this is the real thing. These contractions could be Braxton-Hicks and stop in a little while.”

  But the contractions don’t stop.

  Emma Lia is bent over the side of the bed rocking back and forth. “Ohh… rub my back harder. Please.”

  There’s no possible way that this is false labor. Emma Lia’s threshold for pain is high, and she’s in agony.

  “That’s it. Your contractions are four to five minutes apart. We’re going to the hospital.”

  She blows air through her pursed lips and nods. “I think it’s time. Will you help me get dressed?”

  “Of course. What do you want to wear?”

  She smiles. “I have to go into labor to get to choose my own clothes?”

  “Well, your husband is sort of sick that way.”

  “I don’t care what I wear. You pick. Just something I can get in and out of easily.”

  I choose a black cotton knit dress. Seems easy enough to get in and out of. “This is okay?”

  Emma Lia is sitting on the side of the bed holding her lower abdomen and doesn’t even look up to see what I’m showing her. “It’s fine.”

  She’s already wearing her bra and panties—black lace. Even in labor, my wife is sexy as fuck.

  “Tell me when that pain goes away, and I’ll help you into your dress.”

  A minute passes, and she stands at the bedside. “Okay, I’m good.”

  She lifts her arms, and I pull her dress over her head. “You know, this is good practice for that little girl we’re about to get.”

  “You’ve said for months that this baby is a girl. And a girl would be wonderful, but I feel like you don’t want a boy.”

  “I want a son, mon bien-aimé. But every time I’ve pictured our child, I always see a little girl with long chestnut locks and eyes the exact blue as yours.”

  “Same for me, Tristan. I see a little boy named Romaric, and he has your always-tanned skin and exotic blue eyes. But I feel like there’s more going on than what you’re telling me.”

  “I’m a Dominant and an inbred. I’m not sure what kind of genes I’m going to pass to this child. Boys are more sexually aggressive. It just feels safer to have a girl.”

  “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. And there is nothing wrong with this baby, boy or girl.”

  I’ve been increasingly uneasy as Emma Lia’s pregnancy has progressed. My worry escalated to a point where I could no longer sleep. That’s where Emma Lia drew the line and told me that we
had to confide in Cat concerning my parentage. And Cat’s been great, running every genetic and chromosomal study possible with the baby still in utero. She assures us that all looks well, but I can’t stop worrying. Emma Lia says that’s what a good parent does. If that’s the case, then I’m going to be the best father ever.

  Another pain begins and Emma Lia stops and grasps the doorframe. “Oh, it’s definitely time.”

  Emma Lia is dilated five centimeters—the halfway point—when we arrive at the hospital. Cat says that she’s making great progress and probably won’t be in labor for a long time.

  All natural. Nothing for pain. That’s how Emma Lia wants to labor and give birth to our child. I admire her for that, but damn. This Dom can hardly stand seeing his submissive wife in this much pain.

  “I knew labor was going to hurt, but I never imagined that it was going to be like this.” Her breathing is no longer slow and deep. She’s panting. “It’s so bad, Tristan. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

  I can hardly stand watching her writhe all over the bed. “Get the epidural.”

  “No, no, no.”

  “I’m not getting off on this, mon bien-aimé. I take no joy in it.”

  “It’s not about that. I want to do this naturally.”

  “It’s your decision. Whatever you want.”

  We’ve been here for two hours, and Emma Lia was dilated seven centimeters last time she was checked. Cat said she thought Emma Lia might be ready to push in an hour or so. God, I hope so. This is horrible to watch.

  “Hold my hand, Tristan.” She squeezes it. Hard. “I don’t think I can do this. It hurts too much.”

  I lift her chin so we’re face-to-face. “Look at me.” Her eyes meet mine and I see tears there. But not the kind that I like. “You can do this for him. And all of this will instantly go away when he comes out and he’s in your arms.”

  “You’re finally agreeing with me?”

  “Yes.”

  She squeezes her lids tightly. “Get Cat. I need to push.”

  “Don’t push yet.”

  “I… can’t… stop.”

  I press the button for the nurse. “You can stop. It’s just like edging. Fight it.”

  She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Command me to stop, or I’m going to push this baby out right now.”