Knocked Up by the Dom

by Penelope Bloom

  I bite my lip to hold in the wild urges coursing through me. Not bringing my hands up to touch him all over is almost impossible, but my desire to please him overcomes it. I want to be his good little submissive. His little slut. I want to be his dirty kitten--the one he can’t stop thinking about. I want his dick to get hard at the slightest thought of me, but above all I want to please him.

  I take the waistband of his underwear in my teeth and yank it down to his mid-thigh. His hard cock springs free and presses against the side of my face. I turn my head so my lips graze the smooth skin of his length. His body quivers at the tender touch.

  “Can I? Please, Sir?” I ask.

  “Fuck…” he growls. I can hear the hesitation in his voice. He clearly had some kind of plan for me, but I’m tempting him to go off-script, and I love it. “You want my cock, Kitten?”

  “Yes,” I say. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’ll get it, but not for free. I want something too. Stand up.”

  I obey, standing so quickly my breasts bounce. That would normally make me self-conscious, but it instead gives me a small rush of excitement, because I know Damian is watching, and I know he is relishing in the sight of my naked body.

  “You need to trust me now, but I won’t drop you. Just relax.”

  I frown in confusion. I feel his shoulder press into my waist and his arms wrap around my ass. A second later, I’m flipped upside down with my breasts and thighs pressed tightly to Damian’s body. He grips me firmly by the waist and pulls me up until I feel the scruff of his beard between my legs. It’s only then I realize what he meant when he said he wanted something too. He meant if I was going to get to have his cock, he’d get my pussy.

  “Can I use my hands?” I ask.

  I hear the sound of his hand slapping my ass before I feel it. It rings out sharply in the room with a loud crack. A quick sting of heat follows that slowly blossoms outward with radiating pain.

  “You will address me as Sir, or you will be punished.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say. The few times I’ve been slapped in the past have always brought out an irrational sort of anger, like I can go from polite librarian to Hell’s Angels enforcer in a split second. The pain from Damian’s slap has a similar effect, except it’s somehow in a sexual context, like my already ridiculous lust was just kicked into overdrive.

  “And yes, you may use your hands.”

  I wrap one arm around his thigh instinctively, even though his grip feels secure on my legs, I know if he let go of me I’d fall on my head right now. My other hand finds the thick base of his cock. Because of our height differences, it’s a good thing his cock is so big, or I wouldn’t be able to reach it with my mouth in this position.

  I take the head of his cock inside my mouth. Even the tip of it is so wide it stretches my lips, but after the initial tinge of pain from the stretch, my lips adjust. I use the base of my tongue to cup him as I work my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue and dragging my bottom lip along the rim of his head.

  My attention is yanked away from doing a good job on him when I feel the warmth of his own tongue plunge into me. He doesn’t start slow. He attacks my pussy with his mouth, and it’s several long seconds before I even remember I still have his cock in my mouth. I get back to work, subconsciously increasing the intensity of the blowjob I’m giving him as my own pleasure ramps up, which seems to drive him even further into a frenzy. The two of us feed off each other's lust, driving one another farther and faster until my hand must be a blur of motion along his shaft and my mouth is tingling from the friction of bobbing up and down on him.

  I’m starting to feel heavy-headed from being upside down and straining so much, but the tingling pain that starts in my head and is building toward my neck is doing strange things to my body. It’s like Damian said--the pain is acting like a reset button. Every time my brain registers the discomfort of blood rushing to my head, it’s like the sensation of his tongue between my legs is hitting me for the first time again.

  He starts to lap at me, driving his tongue inside me in wonderful ways while he uses his hand to give attention to every other inch of me. I jerk in his grip and nearly end up falling head-first on the ground when he pulls his tongue from my entrance and drags it up to the tight ring of my ass. I’ve never in my wildest dreams thought of wanting a man to put his tongue there, but a split second of Damian’s attention has me completely re-thinking that. He starts plunging his fingers in my pussy even as he circles my ass with his tongue, probing the entrance and easing himself in a little bit at a time.

  Somehow I’m still keeping enough focus on what I’m doing to keep sucking his cock, and I now have a cramping jaw and tired arm to add to the discomfort of blood rushing to my head. Instead of distracting me like I would expect, all the pain is only making his touch more explosive, like every nerve in my body is on full-alert and my synapses are firing on overdrive.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp, but my words come out as an unintelligible gurgle because my mouth is full of him.

  I lose track of the line between just pleasure and mind-blowing orgasm. What normally feels like a clear-cut escalation blurs into feelings that never seem to fade or falter, like an orgasm without end. Every touch, every movement of his hands and mouth against me keeps the chain reaction going until I start to feel light headed and weak.

  I don’t know how long it is before he lets me back on my feet and eases me to sit on a padded table, but I sink backwards, panting and still moaning uncontrollably. He unties the blindfold from my eyes so I can see the satisfied expression on his face.

  “You’re doing amazing, Kitten.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I say breathlessly.

  “Now, shall we begin?”

  My heart falters. Begin? I thought we began a long time ago, but I nod, because more than anything, I want to please him.

  The corner of his mouth pulls up. “That’s good. Now, I know you feel weak right now,” he says, moving to the far end of the room and giving me a wonderful view of his naked body. I guess he finished the job of undressing while I was blindfolded, and thank God for that. Every step he takes makes his ass flex and relax in a hypnotic way, and when he reaches for something on the wall, it makes his broad back cord and bulge in places I didn’t even know muscles existed.

  “Your body needs a reset,” he explains, coming toward me with a leather paddle. “You may have been uncomfortable, but the pleasant sensations were overpowering the unpleasant. You’ve overdosed on pleasure, in other words. Now it’s time to reset the dial.”

  “You want me to overdose on pain?” I ask, feeling afraid for the first time.

  “No. The pain doesn’t need to be extreme, or even more than mildly uncomfortable. The point is that the pain comes by itself, devoid of pleasure. You may find an emotional release or even physical pleasure you won’t expect in submitting to my punishment, but beyond that, this is how we prepare your body for the final act.”

  “The final act?” I ask.

  “Now, now, Kitten,” he says warningly. “I am allowing you certain graces because you are still not accustomed to being my submissive, but it’s not your place to question me. I’m your dom. You need to trust that I will tell you as much as you need to know. I will do as much as I need to do. Remember, my ultimate goal is your pleasure. Beyond that, you just need to trust me.”

  I nod my head and close my eyes.

  “Good. Very good,” he says.

  I feel the familiar surge of warmth from his praise. I realize how easily I could become addicted to pleasing him, but I also can’t manage to figure out how that would be a bad thing.

  “On your stomach,” he says. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.”

  I roll over, noticing for the first time I’m on what looks a little bit like a massage chair. There’s a recessed section where I can rest my forehead on a padded area and breathe easily while on my stomach, as well as pads that are set below the bench to rest my arms on comfortably.r />
  “Now, I don’t just punish you to enhance your pleasure. I’m also punishing you because you have displeased me over the course of the past few days. As my submissive, you need to learn that you may be afforded certain luxuries when we’re not in settings like this, but if you overstep too far, even outside our playtime, you’ll pay for it here. Remembering that will help keep you in line.”

  I clench my muscles tight, expecting him to hit me with the paddle at any moment. I’m afraid of the pain, but also excited in a way I can’t explain. It feels like I’m diving deeper into this world of his, and with that dive comes a deeper commitment to him. The idea of tying myself more closely to him is as exciting as any of the pleasure he promises, because when I think of being with him now, I feel an overwhelming sense of safety, like as long as he’s my dom and my lover, nothing bad can ever happen to me.

  I feel myself finally giving my mind over to this experience one hundred percent. Up until now I’ve held back just a small part--the tiniest reserve of doubt that maybe this wasn’t right for me, that a mother of a two-year-old had no business getting involved in something like this. But while it all feels dark and dirty in a sexual, thrilling kind of way, there’s nothing actually dark about this, and even if there was, who says a mom can’t have a dark side? If it makes me happy, then Dean will benefit more from my happiness than if I was repressing all my urges and unhappy.

  The paddle collides with my ass harder than I expected. I jump up slightly, yelping with pain.

  “Let the burn sink in,” he says. “Commit the sensation to memory and remember it. Use it. Let it make you stronger.”

  I try to focus on the pain, mentally diving into the sensation until I can almost feel the outline of the paddle on my ass and the way little threads of discomfort spread from the spot, tingling and burning with gradually weakening intensity. He puts his hands into a small box at the foot of the bench and touches something before bringing them to my skin. He must have been touching something cold, because his hands are icy against me, immediately soothing away the sting of the paddle.

  He repeats the process several more times, reminding me what I did to deserve each paddling before administering the punishment and soothing away the pain. By the time he’s done, my ass is tingling and slightly numb, but the cream he applies takes away the last of the sting, leaving me with pain, only the memory and the vague tingle across the surface of my skin.

  He helps me to flip over and sit up before lifting me. It looks like he’s about to take me to another bench loaded with straps and harnesses, but I see from the look in his eyes we’re not going to make it that far. I’ve never seen so much heat in a person’s eyes as I see in his, and he lets out a low growl-like sound as he pushes me up against some kind of device with a vertical leather pad and horizontal metal bars overhead. My back is on the pad and my breasts are pinned between us.

  Damian drives into me, lifting me off the ground and gripping my ass tightly. “I need you,” he whispers. “I just want to fuck you. No more games. No more control. I want to let go and I want to fuck you until you’re full of my cum.”

  I grip the back of his head with one hand and hold the bar over my head with the other, rubbing myself against him, searching for his cock with my body.

  He pulls me down by the hips, sliding his length into me as he does. I cry out. My walls stretch to fit him, but the sensation is amazing, like a perfect fullness. He doesn’t take his time getting every last inch of himself in me. He greedily pulls me down, filling me with more and more of his cock until my legs are forced apart by his hips and he’s in me to the base.

  “Oh God, you’re so big,” I gasp.

  “You like that, Kitten?” he asks, working himself into me at a furious pace.

  “Yes, Damian. Yes,” I moan.

  “Fuck,” he roars. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I don’t know how long it takes. I don’t care. Everything falls away until it’s just his body and mine moving together, like two dancers in the dark, completely in harmony. Every motion is like art and passion all blended together. When my orgasm comes, it crashes into me with the force of a tidal wave, threatening to undo me, but I cling to him, body quivering as he pounds his final thrusts into me and squeezes his eyes shut.

  He lets out a groan of pleasure and his cock pulses inside me, filling me with the warmth of his cum. We stay that way for a while, joined together in the most intimate way, catching our breath while he holds me.

  “Is it always going to be like this?” I ask after a while.

  “No,” he says. “It’s going to get even better.”

  I smirk. “Now I know you’re full of it. It can’t be better than that. Nothing could.”

  “Remind me to punish you for doubting me next time. Maybe I’ll paddle that pretty little ass of yours until you admit I was right.”

  “Sounds like a date.”

  14

  Epilogue - Damian

  One Month Later

  “Did you see the box with my pots and pans anywhere, Kylie?” I shout down the hallway.

  “No,” she says. “But I did find your box of trains,” she says with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t see your conductor hat though, was that in another box?”

  “A man needs to have hobbies,” I say.

  Her grin widens. “You just may have to fight with Dean over this hobby of yours, because, you know… He’s two, and he likes trains too.”

  “You know you’re going to pay for this, right?” I ask.

  She bites her lip. “I was counting on it.”

  I’m about to pull her in for a kiss when Dean comes barreling through the new house on a little toy truck. He crashes into a wall and tips over. He looks to me and gives me a thumbs up and a smile before picking his truck up again and zooming off.

  “He’s going to love it here,” says Kylie. “You know you didn’t have to move, though. This is all so much, I don’t know how--”

  “Hey,” I say, pulling her close and hugging her. “You’re mine, Kylie. Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to love. That means you don’t get to decide what is too much or what is excessive when it comes to me spending money on you. I want us to have this place together. And I want to make sure you have a chance to catch a breather whenever you need it,” I say, drawing her attention to the front window, where we have a clear view of Angie arriving. “There’s an in-law suite separate from the house where Angie will be staying. She’s thrilled about the whole arrangement because she loves Dean and she loves you. Plus, she gets a free place to stay with salary and benefits.”

  “Damian…” she says. “I can’t--”

  “You can, and you will. You don’t have to use her to watch Dean at all if you don’t want, but she’s here if you need her. So am I.”

  “I’m always going to need you,” she says, gripping my shirt and standing on her tiptoes for a kiss.

  “Damn right you are. Especially when we start filling this beautiful belly of yours with more babies.”

  A look crosses her face that makes me narrow my eyes, looking at her more closely.

  She looks up at me with wide, searching eyes, then the shadow of a smile creeps across her lips. “I think we already started.”

  “You’re pregnant?” I ask. “You’re actually pregnant?” I can’t help myself. I grab her by the hips and lift her up, spinning around a few times while I laugh. “We’re going to have a fu--freaking baby!” I say, catching myself before I drop an “F” bomb within ear-shot of Dean.

  Kylie laughs. “Not if you spin it out of me.”

  I carefully put her down. “I’m sorry, that was--”

  “No. Don’t be sorry. I was afraid you’d be upset for some reason. We never talked about it, and I mean, now you’re with a woman who has gotten pregnant twice out of wedlock. I thought maybe you’d think I was a hussy,” she says, still smiling slightly but I can tell she was actually a little worried.

  “There’s nothing I want more i
n this world than being with you for the rest of my life and growing our family, Kylie. Nothing at all. Okay, there may be one thing.”

  She raises an eyebrow.

  “Remember when you dropped your suitcase full of bathing suits three years ago?”

  “Yes…” she says. “Are we playing the embarrassing memory game? Because this isn’t going to be fair. All I have is the time you stubbed your toe and fell completely on your face.”

  I reach in my back pocket and pull out a post card. It shows a scene of a pristine beach in Bermuda and a rocky outcropping. “Look familiar?” I ask.

  She snatches it from my hands, eyes wide. “You had this the whole time? I was looking for it when I got home and thought I lost it.”

  “It took me a little research and some time, but I found the place. I know we were going to get settled in today, but I went ahead and paid a team to handle the rest.”

  “You let us move half the boxes in the house and then paid a team to do the rest?”

  I smirk. “I can’t spoil you too much. Now you get the best of both worlds. The charm of working up a sweat on move-in day, and the luxury of knowing professionals are handling it all for you.”

  She grins. “So thoughtful.”

  “I thought so. Now go find Dean, because I’ve got a helicopter scheduled to pick us up in the back yard in about five minutes, and we can’t go without our little man.”

  15

  Epilogue - Kylie

  We land in Bermuda that same night on a dark runway in Damian’s private plane. Damian surprised me by inviting Melina and Alec, who by some miracle are still dating, even though Melina usually cycles through boyfriends as often as most people change clothes. Angie came along too. There’s even a man I’ve never seen before--he’s about my height with a kind face and a mustache. My best guess puts him in his mid forties, and judging by the way he and Angie keep stealing glances at each other, I’m thinking Angie brought along a romantic partner too.