An Heir For The Billionaire

by Towers, Terry

  Katrina immediately grasped his cock in her hand and began to stroke him, in slow, fluid motions. Damon closed his eyes and moaned softly, her hand was soft, and the pressure she was using couldn't have been more perfect.

  "Awwww. Damn Kat. I can't wait until I can get you back home so we can do this properly." He began to thrust up into her hand as she stroked him. The only good thing about doing it this way was that he could be selfish. There was no holding back, no making her feel good - not that he minded. He loved making her feel good, but in this moment there was none of that. All he had to focus on was the end goal, his release and the pleasure that came with it.

  Opening his eyes he glanced down at her and could see the strain on her face. She was turned on. Seriously turned on and the way she was eyeing his cock he could tell she was drying to wrap her glossed lips around him and suck him dry. He groaned loudly at the thought. She looked do fucking good with her lips wrapped around him.

  "Don't worry honey. I'll make sure we square you up when we get home."

  Her gaze lifted from his dick to meet hers and she smiled, a soft seductive smile. "Good. Because I have a number of things in mind for you."

  A jolt of pleasure rushed through him, and his stomach tightened. Damon groaned, as he fisted the arms of the chair. He was coming close, really close, really quick.

  "Oh fuck yeah. Stroke me harder Kat and be ready. I'm almost there."

  She did as told, stroking his length harder, while cupping his balls in her hand, squeezing gently. He bucked a little harder into her hand and his groans became louder, so loud he feared that he might be heard by the other patients in the waiting room down the hall.

  He bit down on his lip, trying to keep himself from getting too loud as he hit the summit. If the goal hadn't been to get off as fast as possible he might have been embarrassed by how fast her skilled hand was getting him off, but speed was the goal in this instance.

  "Grab the cup, I'm coming Kat," he half groaned, half growled as his balls hardened, his shaft throbbed and a rush of relief washed over him as his seed came spewing from him, and began to fill the cup.

  Damon slumped back into the chair and sighed loudly a grin forming on his lips as relief washed over him. "You're right Kat. I much prefer your assistance."

  Closing the specimen jar, Katrina slowly got to her feet with a grin of satisfaction on her lips.

  Standing and doing up his pants, Damon's grin widened. "Why are you grinning? I'm the one who got off."

  "Oh, I'm just thinking about what I'll be getting you to do tonight to make it up to me for my assistance." If his cock hadn't been so thoroughly depleted from a week and a half of solid action he had no doubt it would be jerking alive again at the seductive smile on her lips.

  "Ohhhh. That sounds... Interesting." Since their honeymoon and him forcing her to verbalize what she wanted, she seemed to let go of her insecurities and now she demanded what she wanted. It was hot as hell.

  "Come on, let's do the drop off and have our daily chat with Dr. R."

  Damon chuckled as he opened the door and motioned for her and his sample to proceed out into the hallway before him. "I really don't think he'd like to be called Dr. R. He doesn't have much of a sense of humour."

  She glanced up at him, as they began to walk towards the reception desk to drop off his sample. "I kinda noticed that. But at least you didn't have him and several hot interns staring at your nether regions."

  Laughing, Damon cocked a brow up at her. "Nether regions?"

  She gave him a nudge in the side with her elbow. "Well, I can't use your potty mouth bedroom language in a medical facility now can I?"

  He didn't have a chance to respond as they were approaching the reception desk. The petite blonde receptionist - who they had come to know as Cindy - stood as they approached and extended her hand to accept the specimen.

  "Great. Thanks. Doctor Robichaud is waiting for you guys. If you could proceed to his office that would be super and I'll take care of this for you."

  Leaving the reception, they headed to the office that they had become all too familiar with. The office door was open and the Doctor was busy writing something in what Damon presumed to be his chart. With hesitation the couple proceeded into the room.

  "Good to see you two." He motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk. "Please have a seat." He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth as he reclined in his chair and eyed them both, his expression impassive.

  Alright, this is different, Damon mused, shooting a curious look over at Katrina who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

  "I have some interesting news."

  Interesting? Interesting good. Interesting bad. Damon frowned.

  "As it turns out Mrs Garratt is pregnant."

  "With my baby?"

  It wasn't until he received a not so gentle smack on his shoulder that he realized the words that had come out of his mouth. Looking down at Katrina glaring up at him he groaned inwardly. Oh fuck, really bad choice of words!

  Chapter 17

  "Katrina, no. I didn't... I didn't..." He let out a loud huff and thrust a hand into his dark hair. It seemed surreal. They'd only been trying for a little over a week. It seemed nothing short of a miracle.

  "You didn't what, Damon." She'd turned in her chair, her expression blank.

  He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "I didn't mean to say it that way. It's so fast. It's so... Unbelievable." Standing, he pulled her to her feet and into his arms. "I didn't mean it that way I promise. I know it's mine."

  She relaxed in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding tight to him. To his surprise he felt tears springing up in his eyes. He had it all now. Everything. "I'm so lucky Kat. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment," he lowered his voice so the doctor who was watching on with interest couldn't hear, "thank you Kat. Thank you for giving me everything."

  The doctor forgotten, he buried his face into her apple scented hair and continued to hold her. His mind was racing with so many emotions, thoughts, feelings, he needed a minute to get a hold of himself and set it straight. When Dr. Van Buren had told him he may be sterile indefinitely he'd been secretly terrified they may never have a child despite saving and freezing his sperm. But now... Now, she was going to have his baby. He was going to have the heir he'd been desperately wanting.

  "Thank you Kat. I love you more than you could ever know," he whispered into her hair, praying he could keep back the tears threatening to escape.

  *****

  Katrina could barely believe her ears. Doctor Robichaud had said that even when ovulating she would only have a fifteen to twenty perfect chance of conceiving. The chance of him getting her pregnant in that small window of time was a miracle in her book. It gave her faith and hope that things would turn around.

  She held tight to him and felt his breath hitch. Even at their wedding he hadn't broken down, but now, hearing the news of the baby had done it for him. So she held him tighter, basking in the feel of his arms around her and comforting him. He'd been such a rock through all of this. He was the one that may be dying and he'd been the one comforting her, now she had her chance to return the favour.

  "I love you too. It's a sign Damon. It's all going to be okay."

  When he finally pulled back from her, he kept her at arm's length. Their eyes locked. She could see the intense joy and relief in his dark eyes, despite the tears that were brimming his eyes and it tugged at her.

  "We're going to get through this. I know it now." And she believed it. She was carrying his baby and it was the miracle they needed to push them through the rough road that they had ahead of them.

  *****

  "God damn it!"

  Katrina's eyes slowly opened at the sound of Damon's frustrated curses. He'd been undergoing chemo for three weeks now - three weeks to go and then radiation treatment. They still had a long way to go, but they were at least halfway through the chemo. The past week they both seemed to wa
ke like clockwork - 7am - and proceed to the washroom to vomit whatever was in their stomachs at the time. If it hadn't been so disgusting it would have been endearing.

  Damon's new joke was the phrase that: the couples that puke together, stay together.

  His comment would usually be greeted with a - fuck you, Damon. Her retort would cause a loud bout of laughter to erupt from him. She'd been pregnant for less than a month and was already getting cranky. The worry and pressure was getting to her, no doubt about that.

  Sitting up in bed, she opened her mouth to ask what the problem was and snapped it shut again, as she noticed that roughly a third of his thick, dark hair was littering his pillow. She frowned. They knew he was going to lose his hair and it was finally happening now.

  Crawling over to where he was sitting on the side of the bed, leaned forward, his head in his hands, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. It wasn't the fact that he was losing his hair that was bothering him - she knew this. It was just another thing that was making the process real.

  "You know, I've always had a thing for bald men," she murmured against his neck, placing a string of kisses from his shoulder to his earlobe.

  A smile broke out on his lips and he chuckled softly. "Good thing babes, cause you're about to have a very bald man on your hands."

  She slid her naked body from the bed and stretched in front of him.

  "So are you seriously trying to entice me knowing our typical morning routine?" Damon teased, his grin widening, as his cock jerked to life and his eyes scanned up and down the length of her body.

  "I actually feel pretty good this morning." She glanced over at the antique brass analog clock mounted on the wall - 6am. "Maybe it needs to be seven before I start blowing chunks. So we have a whole hour."

  Laughing, Damon thrust a hand in the hair he had left and groaned as his hand became filled with more hair. "You have got to be shitting me."

  Grabbing his hand she pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get you shaved." Her eyes dipped to his groin which was also losing hair and was nearly bald. A look that she really liked. "All of you shaved."

  Damon chuckled uneasily, his gaze following hers to his halfway erect cock. "Oh, I don't know about that..."

  She tugged his hand, leading him to the massive double bathroom off of their bedroom. "Come on. Please. You might as well. I've been dying to be with a man who is shaved down there. It's sexy. You're going to lose it anyhow."

  Damon groaned. However, it was a groan of resignation.

  As they entered the bathroom the motion sensors turned the lights on and she lead him to an armless wooden chair situated by the double sink. "Sit."

  Doing as told, Damon sat and watched as she walked over to the double Jacuzzi bathtub and turned it on. Once the temperature was perfect she added some lavender scented bath salts and bubble bath. With the water still running, she opened the cabinet under the sinks and grabbed an electric shaver. Plugging it in she adjusted so it would shave him bald and then walked over to him.

  Damon reached for her hips, but she batted his hands away. "Nope, not until we're done."

  "You're so mean to me."

  Katrina rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. "Uh-huh." Katrina swung her leg over his lap and settled herself onto his lap, facing him. His shaft hardened to its full potential between her legs and she had to push back the feelings of desire that it was being invoked within her so she could get to the task at hand.

  Damon glanced down at her breasts, which in her position were less than an inch from his mouth. "And you're saying this isn't teasing?"

  Ignoring him, she wiggled on his lap, his shaft slipping between her increasingly wet folds. Flipping on the clippers she started on the left side of his head and made the first cut, leaving a completely bald strip in his dark hair. She wiggled again, only partially to tease him, but mostly because she needed a better position to make the next cut.

  Slowly, his hair began to be fall away. She intentionally brushed her dark, tightening nipples across his lips a number of times during the process. Her teasing got her a low, feral growl in response, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of taking what he wanted.

  As the final strip of hair fell away, she leaned back on his lap and turned off the shaver. Placing the shaver on the white marble countertop she evaluated the new, bald Damon. He looked good bald, as good bald as he did with hair, but instead of the boyishly sexy look he had with hair, the bald look gave him a dangerously sexy look. She liked the dangerous sexy, bad boy Damon.

  "So?"

  She looked down into his dark, questioning eyes and a smile spread across her lips. "You look... really hot." She reached between her legs and stroked his rock hard cock until a pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock. She swiped the cum with her thumb and brought it to her mouth. Sucking her thumb in she licked off the cum, as she watched the fire flare up in his eyes. Just as he was about to grab her to situate her on his throbbing cock, she stood and stepped away from him.

  "Oh, come on!" Laughing, Damon fell back in the seat.

  "Stay there." Walking over to the tub she turned it off. The water was perfect, the sweet smell of lavender filled the room and a couple of inches of bubbles skimmed the top of the water.

  Walking back over to him, she grabbed his knees and parted them. Stepping between his legs she grabbed the clippers and fell to her knees.

  "Hell no Kat!"

  He was about to stand when she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft, making him groan. He settled back into the chair, as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue along the swollen head until he was relaxed and fully indulging in the feel of her mouth around him. Once he was fully relaxed she let his dick fall from her lips and turned on the clippers.

  "Damn woman, the shit I allow you to do to me. I'm fucking whipped, that's what I am. Whipped."

  "It's called marriage honey." Looking up, she caught his eyes and grinned, loving his discomfort. "Ready?"

  Taking a deep breath in, he exhaled loudly and nodded waving a dismissive hand at her. "Do what you have to do."

  Shit, now how to go about this... Her experience with ball shaving was... well... non-existent. Maybe I should have Googled the best way to go about this?

  "Okay, what's with the hesitation?"

  She pulled back and looked at him, pasting the best innocent look she could on her face. There was genuine concern in his eyes. His frown deepened.

  "It's going to be fine."

  "Maybe we should let it fall out naturally." He made an attempt to stand, but she grasped his cock and stroked him a moment, settling him back down in the chair.

  "Bullied. Pushed around," he grumbled, eyeing her intently.

  He tensed as she flicked on the shaver and it began to buzz softly. Deciding to just do it, she started her work on the left ball. She worked carefully and after a minute or so his body began to relax and she worked more confidently until his entire groin area was shaved.

  Turning off the clippers she placed them on the countertop and inspected her work. "It looks amazing Damon. You're definitely going to need to keep it this way." Looking back up at him she snickered at his flabbergasted expression.

  "Hell no. This is a one time deal."

  "Oh, come on! I shave for you!"

  Damon laughed, "You shaved before we got back together woman!"

  Katrina huffed and rolled her eyes. Okay, so he had her there... But still. "That's not the point."

  They both remained silent a moment, their eyes locked. He growled low in the back of his throat and gave his head a shake. "We'll see."

  Chapter 18

  He was surprisingly fine with being bald up top and down below. The look of desire flaring up in her eyes as she looked at his shaved balls made it worthwhile. He could get use to it; it wasn't like anyone other than her would see it anyhow.

  Happ
y with his response she got to her feet and began to walk backwards towards the tub. She beckoned him with her index finger to follow. His eyes travelled the length of her stunning body, pausing at her bald mound. If her seeing him shaved was as arousing to her as it was to him, then he'd definitely keep it.

  He followed her to the tub, as he was about to reach her, she stepped into the tub giving him a coy look. Damon followed her into the tub and sank into the bubbles. He would never admit it to anyone, not even Katrina, but he loved the relaxing feel of a warm bath and the lavender scent. It was a secret indulgence. He was positive that there were perhaps scores of other men who would also never admit it. Having his beautiful, naked wife with him made the moment even more enjoyable.

  He reached up and grabbed her waist pulling her down to him, ensuring he didn't submerge the catheter which was sticking out of his right arm into the water, otherwise Gary would have a fucking fit when he came in the next day for his check-up and next dose of chemo.

  She lowered herself onto him, straddling him and pressing her naked body against his. "I think I'm going to love seeing you between my legs, tongue fucking me with your new bald look," she whispered into his ear, nipping at his ear lobe and making his body shiver in response.

  "You'll get to see soon enough." It still shocked him how candid she was becoming, her words turned him on almost as much as her body gyrating against him. He'd created a monster and he loved it!

  She sat up on him, grasped his cock and aligned him with her opening. She stared into his eyes as she gently lowered herself onto him. The passion in her gaze increased as she took more of his length in. Her soft, wet core took him in, accommodating his girth and begging him for more.

  They sighed in unison as she took him in completely. Sliding his hand to the back of her neck, he urged her lips down to his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to ride him, as their lips locked. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she began to work him.