“Yeah,” Braxton said questioningly.
“What if we bind her for the delivery? Not her legs of course, but what about her arms and maybe her upper torso, leaving her belly and legs free. She will get the constriction she needs for calming, but will still be able to deliver the baby?” Jordan suggested.
“I don’t know. I guess it could work. We’ll have to run it by Andy and see what he thinks.”
“Call him,” Jordan stated firmly.
“But I just got home. I’m hungry.”
“Now, Braxton, she could deliver any minute. I need to pack the ropes if Andy says it’s okay. Call him now.”
“Fine,” Braxton grumbled, and Jordan went back to finishing the dishes.
A little while later, he found Braxton in the bedroom, lying down on the bed, his eyes closed with Charlotte curled up next to him. It was moments like this that let Jordan believe that anything was possible. He worried enough for all three of them. Deep down he knew that everything would turn out all right, but until that time came, he was going to worry.
After quickly showering, Jordan dried off and turned off all the lights before heading to bed. Climbing in next to Braxton, he curled himself against his back. He would have loved to curl up next to Charlotte, but since she was due to pop any second, she felt she needed a quick escape plan in case she was unable to wake them for the main event. No amount of talking to her would change her mind, so for the last month, he slept on the other side of Braxton.
Of course, Jordan didn’t mind one bit. Braxton was beautiful. His toned, deeply tanned, muscular body was a dream to touch. Everything about him was perfectly proportioned, from his shiny white teeth down to his size twelve and a half feet, including his oversized cock and low-hanging balls.
Braxton always slept in the nude, and this evening was no different.
Jordan wondered what Braxton would do, if he knew how much he wanted him inside him at that very moment. The sinful feeling was accentuated when Jordan had checked on Charlotte earlier in the day, only to find her watching male porn. He’d been quiet and watched for a few minutes, so she wouldn’t notice that he’d seen her. However, seeing him lying there naked, he was now wild for him. They had toned their sexual liaisons down since Charlotte wasn’t really in the mood lately. Nevertheless, seeing the male porn earlier, well, Jordan could only take so much. He was horny, and his dick was easily finding its way to the crevice of Braxton’s ass.
He fidgeted next to Braxton, trying to ease his cock away, but no matter how he positioned himself, his cock had other plans. Braxton snorted in his sleep, and the edge of the sheet came off one side of his chest, falling past his hips. Jordan stared at his well-defined chest and at the nipple peeking out just at the side of the sheet, dark brown, round, and full. Now his dick pulsed, physically drawn to his lover. Telling himself it wasn’t going to happen, he covered Braxton back up. He didn’t want Braxton getting a cold. Besides, it was late, and Jordan knew that Braxton had a tiring day.
Lifting the sheet to pull it back onto his body, Jordan found himself moving it off the rest of his body instead and folding it over until it lay at the foot of the bed. Braxton was stretched out on his back on the bed beside him, his arms raised above his head. Charlotte was nestled on his right, sleeping peacefully. His breathing was regular, and his magnificent chest was rising and falling in a rhythm that was making Jordan’s blood run hot.
Gently, Jordan placed the palm of his hand on his flat belly. If his lover awoke, Jordan could still say he was just trying to reach for the sheet to cover him up.
But he didn’t wake. Instead, an innocuous little response that sent a shock through his cock and down into his balls. Letting his hands roam on Braxton’s torso, Jordan felt every muscle, every dip, every titillating inch of the man he loved. Braxton sighed and moaned quietly.
Jordan had no doubt that he was causing Braxton to have a pleasant dream. It was not only the sighing and moaning that told him this was the case. Braxton’s cock was quickly growing to its exceptional length. Jordan gently encased it with one of his hands and lightly stroked him. His cock got bigger, and his mouth opened as he licked his lips.
Rising, Jordan came around to the foot of the bed. Crouching down, he wove his arms under Braxton’s thighs, brought both hands up onto his lover’s belly, and took Braxton’s tool into his mouth. He teased his lover’s cockhead with his tongue and lips. Braxton’s cock grew even bigger.
Jordan sucked and then inhaled Braxton’s cock, trying to get as much of him into his mouth as possible, keeping the strokes slow and gentle so as not to break into his dream. Braxton moaned more deeply and began to grind his pelvis. Moving his hands up to his lover’s nipples, which were erect and hard, Jordan lightly touched and petted. Slipping his tongue and lips to Braxton’s now-tight balls, Jordan took a deep breath, taking in the musky smell of his lover that he always found intoxicating. After a few minutes, he returned to his lover’s cock.
Braxton was as big as he’d ever seen him now. Wondering if he could make him ejaculate down his throat without him awakening, Jordan grinned at the possibility. If he could, he’d at least have that. He’d never have to know what he’d done, only thinking he had one hellacious wet dream.
“If you make me come now, it will be at least five minutes before we can fuck.”
Jordan stilled. Slowly releasing Braxton’s cock, he looked into his lover’s eyes. He was wide awake, his arms folded behind his head and giving him a big grin.
“Sorry, Braxton. I just wanted…Damn, I’m so sorry I woke you.”
“You wanted what, baby? Looks to me like you were taking what you wanted. No need for me to stop you when you’re very explicit.”
“You were asleep. You worked a double shift today. I knew you were tired.”
“I am never too tired to take care of you, baby. If you need me, just say so.”
“I didn’t want to wake Charlie. She’s been so touchy lately I was afraid she’d get mad and go off the deep end again. I was trying to be subtle.”
“Baby, any more subtle and you would have cum dripping out of your mouth.” Braxton chuckled. “I can hardly see you way down there. Can you come up here, please?”
Sliding up the bed, Jordan lay on his side. Braxton turned, wrapping his arms around him, and kissed him on the lips. Jordan was in heaven. Dealing with Charlotte all day was exhausting. However, it was moments like this, where it was just them, Braxton loving on him, that made all the anger, frustration, and aggravation disappear. He was good at doing that. Braxton was a loving and attentive Master, and Jordan wanted nothing more than to worship the man who held his heart.
“What do you want Jordan?” Braxton asked.
“You, Master. I want you. I want to suck your cock and drink your cum. I want you to fuck me wildly and give me your cum. I want it all, Master. I need you,” Jordan replied.
Jordan trembled as Braxton’s hand glided down his bare chest toward his stiff cock. He possessed his cock, owned it forever. His cock lengthened and thickened under his lover’s attention.
“Roll over, baby. I want you to lie on your belly,” Braxton ordered. Jordan’s mind raced with the thought of having his lover all to himself, with Charlie sleeping peacefully next to them. He quickly looked over at her. She was so beautiful, even nine months pregnant. He prayed the delivery was easy for her. He prayed the baby was perfect, and he prayed that someday in the near future, she would be between them once again. He missed her terribly.
“You’re drifting, baby. Come back to me,” Braxton whispered, kissing his back.
“I miss her.”
“So do I, love, so do I. She will be our sweet, fun-loving sub once again.”
“When was she ever sweet?” Jordan quipped, grinning as he turned to look at his lover.
Braxton chuckled, and said, “Okay, maybe she isn’t entirely sweet, but she’s ours.”
Braxton moved closer, lying above him, rubbing his cock against his ass, rotating his
hips. Jordan quickly forgot about the sleeping hell kitten next to him, concentrating on the lover above him as he ground his cock into the soft flannel sheets. Jordan sighed when Braxton lowered his body over his. Head to toe, his lover’s strong legs pinned him to the mattress, encasing him within his heat. He loved his lover’s strength and how it made him feel safe and secure. Braxton grabbed the tube of lubricant on the nightstand next to the bed. Straddling him, his lover tongued his ass as he lubed it and worked it with his fingers.
“I love your ass, baby,” he murmured. “I could look at it all day long.”
“It’s yours, Master,” Jordan replied in a lust-choked voice. “Do what you want with it.”
Jordan felt his weight come off him. He looked up and saw Braxton standing on the floor beside him with a wicked grin on his face. Oh lord what that grin did to him. Jordan didn’t know what Braxton had in mind, but whatever it was, it was going to be mind-blowingly orgasmic.
“Spread ’em, baby.”
With trembling hands, Jordan clumsily reached behind him and spread his ass cheeks. The cool air hit his dark hole, and his cock jumped. Staring at him, Braxton asked, “You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yes.”
“Well, then prepare to be totally fucked.” Braxton smiled. “Up on your knees, legs spread.”
Doing as requested, Jordan got into position. Braxton was back up on the bed on his knees behind him now, moving like a cat. Jordan moaned and groaned when he felt his lover’s cockhead at his hole and grunted as he pushed it into him. Braxton rotated his tool around, trying to get it inside him. Jordan knew he was tight. It had been a couple of weeks since they last played, and even then, there was no penetration, only oral.
He stilled when Braxton pulled his butt cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, sliding in a couple of inches. His lover had a bulbous cockhead, so this was the roughest part of the ordeal, at least in the thickness department. Jordan panted, moaned, and groaned. He missed this. He missed the anticipation, the rough rawness of his lover’s touch.
“Breathe, baby,” Braxton said. “I’m almost in.”
“Oh fuck me,” Jordan gasped.
“I’m trying, baby, but you’re so damn tight.”
Jordan cried out as Braxton pushed on into him, stretching his canal to the limit, filling him up to what seemed to be the depth of a mile. His knees collapsed as he tried to breathe through the pain. Braxton came down over him, pinning him to the bed with his weight. His lover’s chest dug into his shoulder blades, and Braxton’s hands glided up Jordan’s own arms. He grabbed him by the wrists, not allowing him to move.
“Mine,” Braxton growled in his ear. Chills went up and down his body. His cock engorged even more, straining against the bed sheets.
Laying there for a few minutes, his lover’s thick cock deep into ass, as waves of pain slowly morphed into waves of pleasure, Jordan couldn’t stop his ass canal as it started to swell around Braxton’s throbbing dick.
Turning his head, Jordan found Braxton’s lips. His lover’s tongue pushed its way between his lips as his powerful hips started a slow grinding motion. First, Braxton pumped in and out of him in both long and short strokes, and then, as Jordan’s own hips started to answer in a raised and lower rhythm, his lover’s hips started to rotate in a circular motion, moving his cock around in his ass canal. His ass walls started to tremble and undulate again. Jordan was panting and moaning as Braxton pleasured himself and him.
“God, baby,” Braxton growled in his ear. “You are so fucking tight. So, fucking tight, baby.”
Jordan was delirious with lust. He craved the man, and everything about him. He would never get enough of him. He wanted it all. As he lifted his hips off the bed, his own thick shaft was dragging its head back and forth on the sheet, fucking the bed. The friction of the flannel sheets stimulated his cock further.
Suddenly, Braxton pulled him up against his chest. Jordan could feel Braxton’s fine chest hairs tickling his back. His lover never stopped pumping into him. Wrapping his arms around him, Braxton cocooned him within his arms as one hand moved down to his thick shaft and began furiously jacking him off. Braxton was pumping his cock with long, fast, and deep thrusts. Jordan felt the familiar pull of his balls almost at the same moment he felt Braxton’s cock swell deep in his ass. His lover’s hand slowed its stroke as he tightened his grip. And that was all it took before cum jetted out of his shaft in streams as he felt his lover’s seed shoot deep. They fell onto the bed, panting, Jordan still wrapped in Braxton’s arms.
“Wow,” Braxton whispered in his ear. “That was amazing. I so needed that, baby.”
“What about me?” Jordan laughed. “I’ve been going crazy, lover. I, too, need release.”
“Well, all right then. Give me a couple of minutes, and then it’s your turn,” Braxton said with a low laugh.
“Deal,” he answered.
Lying there as they cooled off, Braxton’s cock still pulsed inside his asshole. Rolling onto his side, his lover snuggled behind him. When Braxton pulled his shaft out, Jordan felt the salty cream drip from his ass. He loved that feeling, knowing it was him that brought his Master such pleasure.
Looking at the beautiful sleeping woman next to him, Jordan sighed. Charlotte has such a serene look upon her face that it melted his heart. He prayed she got a good night’s sleep, and that their frivolity didn’t disturb her.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Braxton asked, as he looked at her, too.
“She’s our everything.”
“I know it’s been hard for you, not being able to top her. It’s almost over. Soon, she will be back to her obstinate, willful self.”
“Thanks, something to look forward to, Charlotte in rare form.”
Chuckling, Braxton slapped his ass. “She isn’t that bad. I think the baby has tamed her a bit. Maybe she’ll even be more docile.”
“Now, I know you’re losing it. There isn’t a docile bone in her body. Besides, she wouldn’t be Charlie without her crass mouth and fighting attitude.”
“You’re right. Ready for round two?” Braxton asked, biting his shoulder as he slid his cock back in again. Wiggling his butt at him, Jordan replied, “Always.”
Braxton responded by lifting his leg in the air, getting his pelvis close, filling him to the hilt with his delicious man meat. Fast and furious, his lover thrust for a good twenty minutes until he felt his spasms of semen flooding his insides again. Their cries of ecstasy mingled as Jordan rejoiced at the thought that this was his life now. Loved by the handsomest man in town and cherished by one sassy hell kitten. Quietly giving thanks to anyone who was listening, Jordan couldn’t wait to experience the next phase of their relationship. As holidays went, this was going to be the best one yet. He had everything he ever wanted in this little room, and soon, a small child to call his own. It was going to be a very Merry Christmas this year.
Giving Braxton another kiss, they both froze when they heard her say, “You guys are assholes. You could have at least gotten the video recorder out and taped your fuck session, but no, you just mated like bunnies at a boinkfest. I expect major fuckage after this parasite is born, with raincoats on. Because there is no way either of you is infesting me again. Now, go fuck somewhere else, because you’re bouncing this bed like a trampoline and it’s waking the parasite.”
* * * *
That same night at the Pleasure Cave
Annie couldn’t sleep. Restless in her king-sized bed, she glanced at the digital alarm clock, the numbers casting a faint green illumination in the still blackness. It was late, very late. She needed her sleep. Her energy had been waning over the last month or so, and everything she tried to give herself a boost proved difficult.
Of course, she kept everything to herself, not wanting to upset Gabriel and Alexander with her personal problems. Well, they weren’t personal, per se, more along the lines of feelings and emotions unfamiliar to her. She had been married almost a year, and for some rea
son she felt in a rut. Oh, she knew the honeymoon stage wouldn’t last forever. She even expected some semblance of their lives melding together to form a cohesiveness. However, she never expected the monotony of blah, blah, blah.
Her marriage was in a rut.
It had gone stale. Living in the Pleasure Cave, surrounded by beautiful men and woman, she started thinking that she wasn’t what Gabriel and Alex wanted anymore. Everywhere she turned, she saw beautiful women, and they looked a hell of a lot better than she did.
Turning softly onto her side, she faced the pillow where Gabriel’s head should be resting. However, not tonight. He was currently down in the Dungeon, along with Alexander, overseeing a new client. She could imagine the submissive gorgeous women bowing before them as they looked upon their naked bodies. That thought angered her, yet saddened her.
It should be their wife they looked at, not some naked submissive they didn’t know. She wanted them to look at her as they did when they were first married. Now, all she got was passing glances and quick kisses good-bye before they headed downstairs. Oh, they still had sex whenever it suited them, but something was missing.
Something was off, and she knew exactly what it was.
They didn’t want her anymore. Well, not like before. There were no more whips, no cuffs, no double penetration, no wild crazy nights on the cross or wicked fuck sessions in darkened hallways. Nope, it was just plain old vanilla.
She hated vanilla!
Climbing out of bed, she entered the bathroom, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and groaned. The person looking back at her looked unfamiliar, yet the same eyes stared back at her. Her eyes trailed down. Where once perky, full breasts were, now all she saw was an overabundance of flesh. Her once flat stomach was now lightly rounded with little white marks marring her hips.
Her hips, god, she didn’t even want to look at those.
Nope, her body was not what it used to be. Instead, she looked at a woman in her fifth month of pregnancy and wanted to cry.
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