“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Dizzy with relief, maddened by lust, I lunge across the car and capture her face between my hands, pull it to mine. My lips descend over hers, moving, molding, nipping. My tongue sweeps between her lips and then we’re both frantic, devouring each other with our kisses.
“I love you, Junior,” Desiree whispers when we break apart.
“I love you more, doll.”
Epilogue
Desiree
A high-pitched screech of laughter comes out of Jasper’s room. I smile, and bite back my admonishment that bedtime is not the time for tickles. Junior’s in with my son—our son—reading him How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight which must’ve turned into a tickle-fest.
My baby kicks and I rub my belly as I dig my spoon into the carton of Ben & Jerry’s Junior always keeps stocked for me. Only a few weeks to go until we can meet our baby—another boy.
I think Junior was relieved not to have a girl—no comparing this one to his little lost angel. Although I’m sure he would’ve loved a girl with his whole heart, too. He’s been amazing with Jasper, who already seems as in love with him as I am.
“All right, he’s ready for goodnight kisses from you,” Junior says, appearing in the doorway. His face is open and alive—so different from how it looked when I first met him. The underlying sense of violence is gone and so is his guardedness. He stops me as I pass for a kiss and I lift my hand to his neck, melting into him.
“I’ll see you in the bedroom,” Junior rumbles. “You have another punishment coming.”
My pussy clenches. As if the pregnancy hormones don’t have me horny enough, Junior makes most every night a new adventure in the bedroom. I can’t hardly look at him without getting wet these days. Although I have to say, with my current shape, it’s getting harder and harder to find new positions.
I give Jasper his “bed night kiss” as he calls it, and head up the stairs. Junior hasn’t made it up yet, so I get into the shower. I try to resist—I really do—but just thinking about all the dirty things Junior will do and say to me when he arrives have me three strokes from an orgasm. I make the water cooler and lean my forehead against the cool tile, exploring between my legs with one hand. My fold are juicy wet—like always these days. I rub my clit and moan.
“Ahem.” Junior clears his throat from the other side of the shower door and I scream. He laughs as he opens the glass door and steps in, naked. “Did I say you could masturbate?”
I whimper, because there’s no way I’m tearing my hand away now—it feels too good and I’m about to climax.
“Bad girl.” He wraps a fist in my wet hair and tugs my hair back, planting a kiss at the place where shoulder meets neck. His other hand curls over the top of mine, fingers penetrating me, pushing mine in with his.
That’s all it takes. I buck as an orgasm rips through me, then my vision goes black and starry because I almost pass out. The increased blood volume from pregnancy has its downsides, for sure.
It doesn’t matter, because Junior would never let me fall. He strokes his palms lovingly over my body, exploring every inch, giving so much to me with just the simple caress. I know this sensory appreciation is part of the pregnancy, too. Every nerve ending is primed and sensitive. I can’t take much spanking or anything rough—Junior has to make it way more pretend than real for our forced game.
My punishment tonight is over not spending enough money. I kept my job at the hospital—I told him I wanted to work at least until the baby comes. He gave me a credit card when I moved in, but I never use it. I don’t know—I don’t like spending his money, that makes me feel guilty and wasteful. I’d rather have him spend it on me. So he comes up with games, like he did the first day he took me shopping. I have a certain amount of time in which I have to spend a certain amount or I get punished.
It’s so hot. I’m off the hook for being wasteful. In fact, I’m required to be. And I feel spoiled rotten by the end of it. Plus, I often don’t quite complete the challenge, so there’s the fun in the bedroom afterward.
Today I managed to spend $2,500, mostly on gifts for Jasper and my mom, but I was supposed to spend $3,000.
Junior turns off the water. “I’m going to make you pay for that orgasm, baby.”
“Oh yeah?” I’m still dizzy from lust and my orgasm. “How?”
“You’re going to be coming all night long, angel. No rest for the wicked. I’m going to fuck you until you cry.”