Secret Pet

by Jamie Knight

  “Not quite,” she admits, “but we are getting there.” Mandy grins and I find myself grinning back at her. “We have a lot to talk about, but first, I’ve missed you.”

  Gently, with my hand behind her back, I guide her down to the bed. “I missed you more than you could ever imagine. How long do you think your grandmother will be gone?”

  She closes her eyes slightly as her head hits the pillow. “Bubby’s smart. She will be gone for the rest of the afternoon.”

  After kissing a line up and down her neck — feeling how my touch made her body shiver — I whispered into her ear, “Good. I need to feel you, pet.”

  Pulling at the fabric of her sweater, I run my hand onto the warm skin of her belly. The sensation of feeling my child within her is stronger. I take in how the baby bump feels, then let my hand wander up further. Mandy’s breasts are swollen. They are larger than they were before. That sends another little thrill through me.

  Pulling at her sweater, I want it to be gone, quickly. The knit fabric pulls up over her head, followed by the t-shirt and sports bra that she had on underneath it. I sit back so I can look over the changes in my pet’s body.

  Mandy looks up at me and smiles serenely. It’s a look that I never thought I would see again, and it fills me with so much joy.

  “You know that you are beautiful, pet?”

  Her smile deepens. “I feel beautiful with you looking at me that way.”

  I reach for the waistband of her pants and pull them down, bringing her underwear along with them. Mandy stretches a bit after, opening her legs for me to see her perfect pink pussy. The sight makes my mouth water.

  Gently, I brush a finger up her folds, teasing them slightly to open for me. My touch makes Mandy moan, and the sound of her voice sends shivers up and down my spine.

  My cock is hard. It’s been hard and straining ever since I lay her down on the bed. Now, seeing her nude, I have to get my pants down. I need to feel her pussy stretched all around me. There is no reason to bother with a condom now. We can feel each other in the most intimate way — skin to skin. Slipping a finger inside of her, I can tell that my pet is happy to see me. She is wet, warm and tight — perfectly ready for me to penetrate.

  “Why are your pants still on?” she teases, pulling at my shirt and jacket.

  I let her pull off my clothing all the while leaning in to kiss her lips over and over. I can’t taste her enough. I can’t be close enough to her. I want her touching me everywhere.

  Mandy unzips my jeans. She pulls them and my boxers down, freeing my long, hard cock. It brushes the soft skin of her stomach, leaving a trail of precum behind. She pulls me closer to her, until we flip, and I rest on my hands suspending myself above her.

  My dick nudges into her lower lips. They separate for me, and I slip inside of her core. Mandy’s pussy is so hot and wet. Without a condom, I can feel all of her soft walls. She is so tight that she fits like a glove. Her pussy clamps around me so hard that it feels like I will never be able to pull my dick out, but I do. I pull out of her completely, only to thrust back in all the way to my balls.

  Her juices are flowing. My shaft is wet from her and the feeling has me straining harder. Every sensation of her pussy has me almost to my limit, but I want to have this moment last. I thrust into her over and over again, feeling all of her slid along my dick. This is the woman that I love. She makes me whole. She makes me a man.

  Mandy moans. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my head down, so my ear is right by her mouth. I can hear her desperate breaths. Every gasp of hers tickles my ear and makes my body tingle. I love making her feel this good.

  Over and over, I push in and pull out. My moves are deliberately slow. I want to be tender this time. I want to lose myself in the feel of her. I want my lovemaking to tell her how I feel.

  Below me and around me, Mandy quivers. I can feel her pussy tightening. The friction of its grab becomes harder, milking my dick, and begging for my seed.

  “God,” I whisper. “I can’t hold off. I love you so much, Mandy.”

  “I love you too, Christian,” she pants. “Give it to me. Fill me like you did before. I want your cum.”

  The sensations running through my body are too much. She is so wet, so warm, so tight, and so perfect. I want to hold back, but it isn’t an option anymore. My cock swells. I let go, releasing my seed into my fiancée.

  As my warmth fills her pussy, Mandy gasps. Her pussy clamps down tight. Her whole body freezes for a few seconds and then it releases, fluttering from her pussy and up to her spine. I can feel her orgasm as her body shakes under me and it drives me to cum harder.

  She lets out a long, low moan. A sound I match with my own. My head swims as tingles cover my body and I cum into her over and over.

  In that moment, we are perfectly connected. It is everything I could have ever hoped for.

  Epilogue

  Mandy

  I have a secret — but this one isn’t as bad. Ever since Reese and Kane and all my other friends got married in the garden on the top floor of McKenzie Tech, I have dreamt about getting married there too. In my fantasy, it’s spring, and all the flowers are in bloom. I’m in a white flowing dress, like a Greek goddess, with a crown of flowers on my head. And my groom is in a light tan tux with an orchid in his pocket. That is how I dreamt of my wedding going. But that’s not how it is at all and part of me is so glad.

  There is an iceberg off the port side of the ship. It’s about twice the size of the cruise liner, and I keep staring at it. With the amount of cloud cover overhead, the ice is almost a light blue in color. It shines when bits of sunlight peak through the clouds and catches the crystals in the ice. Overall, it looks majestic — majestic and cold. Seagulls cry overhead, and a few minutes ago, I saw a Bald Eagle soaring by.

  The boat dips slightly, causing me to grab the railing hard and lean into it. The movement is worse for my stomach. I don’t think that the baby inside of me is going to develop a taste for the sea or sailing.

  “Are you okay?” Reese grabs onto my shoulder and leans against the railing so she can look into my face. From the way that his mouth pulls into a straight line, I know I am pale. Hoping to give her some comfort, I smile slightly.

  “Morning sickness.”

  Eileen crouches down to put her arm around my shoulder. “It’s afternoon, Mandy. Almost evening.”

  “Tell that to the baby.” I rub my hands over my slightly bulging stomach mostly hidden by a faux fur coat that is fluffy and white.

  Reese’s frown deepens. “You don’t have to do this today,” she argues.

  I take her hand in one of mine and then grab Eileen’s with the other. The surroundings may be majestic, but the best part of weddings is the people that are there. After I told my friends that Christian proposed, they all jumped into a plane — and then a helicopter — to meet our boat.

  What Reese doesn’t understand is that I want my wedding to be today. It may not look at all like I planned — icy and cold as opposed to flowering and warm — but I cannot wait another day to be Mrs. Christian Keeley. And I know that my groom cannot wait either. Plus, having my baby inside me for my wedding is just the icing on the cake.

  I look up at both of my friends. “It has to be today,” I tell them. They both nod with understanding.

  “Can you two give us a moment?”

  The three of us look up. Sloane is standing to the side. She’s dressed in a nice black dress, not light blue, like my bridesmaids. I asked her to stand with me, of course, but she told me that Christian asked her to be his best man, or rather, woman. She’s the only member of his family here. So, I completely understand. His father wasn’t invited. I’m not sure he even knows.

  Reese and Eileen squeeze my hands one more time and then walk over to their husbands who are waiting for the service to start. Alone, Sloane and I look at each other in silence.

  “I guess you never thought that I would be your sister-in-law,” I joke.

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bsp; Sloane’s long face pulls down into an awkward frown. “No,” she stops suddenly, rubs her hands over her face, and then looks at me. “I mean…No, I wasn’t expecting this, but because of Christian, not you. I’m proud to have you as my sister, Mandy. But look—” She grabs onto the railing, leaning on it, and looks down at me. Her face is serious. “—I came over here to tell you that Mr. Coleman resigned. Kane and Ashton know everything that happened, and they will not be giving him a good reference. Perhaps he will have to move out of Manhattan to get a job.”

  That thought brings a smile to both of our faces.

  “Thanks, Sloane,” I tell her. “You really had my back. I appreciate it.”

  She frowns again. Her eyes look troubled. “I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, Mandy, but I’m going to be your sister-in-law and the aunt to your child. I want you to trust me. You could have told me about the baby before. I don’t like that I found out from Eileen.”

  I sigh and drop my shoulders slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that you would accept me as part of your family. But I should have given you the chance to decide that.” I reach over and take her hand in mine. “No more secrets, okay?”

  Sloane smiles. “Deal.”

  “Ready, Amanda?” My dad and mom walk over, interrupting my moment with my future sister-in-law. Mom is shivering, her cheeks so rosy that I know it is more than blush, but still she is beaming at me. Apparently, the helicopter that Christian sent to my hometown in Idaho was quite the show. Mom thinks Christian is “fancy.” She’s kind of right.

  After sending Sloane to get the ceremony started, I link my arms with both my parents. The music starts and we walk towards the bow of the boat. Everyone that I love is standing before me, waiting for me.

  I find myself smiling as my grandmother waves. Bubby insisted on being one of my bridesmaids. She’s dressed in the same gown as Eileen and Reese, holding a bouquet of orchids. It means so much to me for her to be here. She’s always had my back and my life wouldn’t be the same without her.

  I let my gaze wander to the center of the aisle and the man waiting for me. Christian has never looked better. He shaved his beard, got his hair cut, and is filling out a pricy tuxedo nicely. I can tell that he is nervous about being the part of the center of attention, but that’s okay. Soon he will have my hands to hold and I will help him through it. Just like I know he will help and protect me and our children for the rest of our lives.

  ****

  After a night of dancing and partying, we retreat to our honeymoon quarters. Christian bought the biggest stateroom on the boat. It’s not too much bigger than the one that Bubby and I had, but this one has a king-sized bed.

  My shoes are killing me, so I immediately sit down on the mattress, slip them off and rub my slightly swollen feet.

  Christian looks over and frowns. “I thought that didn’t happen till later in your pregnancy.”

  I shrug. “I expect it was all the dancing, love.”

  He comes over, dropping to his knees before me. He leans down, giving my belly a quick kiss, then takes my feet in his big hands and starts to rub them. “Lean back, pet,” my new husband orders. “Relax.”

  I drop down onto my back, sinking slightly into the soft mattress. Christian works my feet over then pushes up the layers of my dress so that he can massage my ankles and calves. I flinch as his fingers touch a ticklish spot.

  “We can’t have any of that. You need to stay still, pet.”

  Climbing onto the bed and crawling over me on his hands and knees, my husband covers my shoulders and neck with kisses, before pulling one of my arms over my head. There is a slight brush as he pulls something over my wrist, then the leather loop tightens trapping my arm out straight. As he pulls my other arm up and ties it back, I smile, glad to see that not everything about my bossy boss has changed.

  “Legs too?” I ask coyly.

  “Of course.” Christian leans down to kiss me, then crawls over the bed to attach straps around my ankles.

  Bound to the bed with my legs spread wide, I feel excited to be in my husband’s control.

  Christian steps back. He looks me over with approval, smiling smugly. “I have the prettiest little wife,” he tells me. I find myself blushing at the compliment.

  The tuxedo jacket slips from his broad shoulders. Christian sets it on one of the chairs in the seating area and then starts undoing his cufflinks. I watch how the muscles in his arms move under his white dress shirt. I ache to touch them, but I can’t. All I can do is wait and let the anticipation build.

  Cufflinks gone, my husband turns to me and slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes are hot with desire. I know he wants me badly. He wants to take me as his wife and seal our marriage bond, but first, he is going to tease me until I beg. Slowly, button by button, his shirt comes off revealing his sculpted, firm pecs then the ridges of muscle that line his stomach.

  His pants sit low on his hips so when his shirt is gone, I can see the V-cut of his abdomen. The sight makes my mouth water. I know the thick, long dick that it leads to. I have seen it many times, but the anticipation never goes away.

  My pussy is starting to ache badly as Christian rubs his hand over the crotch of his slacks. I can see his cock straining against his pants. I want him to free it.

  Christian smiles as he notices my fixed stare. “Do you want this, pet?” he asks rubbing himself harder.

  “Yes, sir!” A shiver runs up and down my spine. It causes my body to writhe and pull against my bindings. “I need it, sir. Give it to me please!”

  “Perhaps,” he jokes, as he pulls down the zipper in the slacks.

  The fabric moves off his hips and over his tight, round ass until the slacks slip down his legs to the floor. In his boxers, the thickness of his cock is even more apparent. The sight makes my pussy wetter. I can feel how damp my panties are.

  Twisting my hips back and forth — as much as the restraints will allow — I try to entice him. “I need your cock, Christian,” I beg. “I can’t wait any longer. Please, fuck me!”

  He smiles. “We’re getting there, pet. Am I going to have to teach you patience?”

  I look at him coyly from under my eyelashes. “No, sir.”

  His smile gets bigger, hungrier. “Good.”

  His thumbs slip into the waistband of his boxers and push them down, allowing his dick to be free and stand up straight. It’s so hard that it is almost touching his six-pack abs. The tip glistens with pre-cum.

  I find myself biting my lip with desire. My hips sway trying to call him to me; begging him to fill me and fuck me hard.

  Rubbing his cock up and down with one hand, Christian crosses to the bed. His dick is inches from my fingers, but because of the restraints I can’t reach out and grab it. It’s frustrating, but the anticipation is driving me wild.

  He climbs onto the bed, still stroking himself, and looks over me. “Let’s see what you have for me, pet.”

  Grabbing the fabric of my top, he pulls it down, freeing my swollen breasts. The cool air hits my hard, sensitive nipples and I gasp. Christian runs a finger around each of my buds. Even his light touch sends zaps of electric tingles running through my core.

  Christian leans down and quickly sucks my closest nipple into his lips. The warm, wetness of his mouth increases the electric zaps I feel, causing me to moan loudly and push my body up into his face. My pussy aches so badly. I need him to stop with the foreplay and get inside me.

  “Please, sir,” I beg. “Please. I can’t stand it anymore. Take me. Take me now.”

  Not listening to me, Christian keeps sucking on my nipple. He keeps my breast held tight in one hand while his other slides over the fabric of my white dress, gathering it to him, and pulling my skirt all the way up. My legs and panties are exposed. I twist my hips, pulling at the leather cords hard.

  His hand slides over my soaked panties causing him to chuckle low in his throat — a vibration I feel against my nipple. “God, you are so we
t!” he breathes. “I love how wet you get for me.”

  His fingers brush over my folds, tracing my juices and feeling how ready I am for him. I push my hips up, begging for him to slide one in. I need to be penetrated. Two of his fingers slip inside me. Gently, he starts twisting them and pumping them in and out of me. I buck my hips to get him to go faster.

  “Does that feel good, pet?” he asks, putting his head against my breasts and watching me fuck his fingers.

  “Yes!” I moan. “Harder. Harder!”

  To my dismay, he pulls his fingers out of me. I look up, glaring into his eyes, and watch as he sucks my juices off my fingers.

  “Tease!” I snap.

  Christian sits back and laughs. “Oh, you are going to get it now!”

  Ungracefully, he crawls over me to the space between my spread legs. I find my breath catching. The moment I have been waiting for all night is here. Christian grabs my hips, pulling me hard onto his dick. It’s a quick harsh movement, but one I love. Suddenly, my pussy is full of his thick, steely shaft. His balls slap into my ass.

  A scream of pleasure rips out of me. I throw my head back, giving in to the sensations that are running through my body.

  My husband fucks me hard. He slams his dick into my wet pussy over and over, twisting his hips to slip inside me at different angles. His shaft rubs my g-spot. It pounds into my pussy walls making them ache with pleasure and tighten around him.

  My head is swimming. I moan and gasp and grunt with each of his thrusts, urging him on and letting him know how good he makes me feel. My stomach and abs tighten. My body tingles as he slams into me, taking me as his wife — his own — in the harshest manner. My body responds to him. I can’t hold off the wave of pleasure that is washing over me.

  “I’m cumming!” I yell. “Oh Christian. I can’t stop.”

  He grunts. “Cum for me, pet. I want to feel your pleasure.”

  The world freezes, and my body stiffens. Pleasure cascades throughout my whole body. It makes me lightheaded and the room starts to spin. My pussy, tight around his hard cock, throbs and quivers. It milks him for his seed.