His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

Aiden and I were lying in his large king-sized bed together. I was cuddled up against his side.

“Today went really well, huh?” he asked, brushing his fingers through my hair.

“It went better than well. I would say it was perfect.”

It was one of the best days of my life. It was the first time we felt like a true happy family. I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier.

“You’d say the day was perfect?” He looked my way and raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t?”

I knew Aiden enjoyed everything we did today, but he didn’t have to use the same superlatives as me to describe our time together.

He sat up a bit and leaned on his elbow. “I think it was close to perfect. There’s just one more thing that I think would bring this day to absolute perfection.”

“What’s that?”

Aiden didn’t answer immediately, turning over slightly to reach into his bedside drawer. I couldn’t see what he had in his hand. He was hiding it rather well.

“What are you holding?”

“I wanted to ask you something, Reagan.” He knelt next to me.

“Okay.”

“I feel like it should have been done with a lot more pomp, but this just felt like the right moment. I don’t know why I’m drawing this out so much. I should just come out and say it, but… oh boy, I am nervous. You’re one of the few people who can make me nervous, not that that’s a bad thing.”

Aiden rarely rambled like this, but it usually meant he was gearing up to say something close to his heart.

“What is it, Aiden?”

“I want to ask you to marry me, but I’m not entirely sure how to do it, and the idea has been turning around in my head for so long, and I wanted to do it perfectly, but maybe these things can’t be done perfectly —”

“You want to marry me?”

“Huh?” Aiden finally came out his rant to look up at me. His hazel eyes were shining.

“Show me what’s in your hand.”

He furrowed his brow before opening up the fist he had made and, in his palm, was a ring box.

“Yeah, will you marry me?” He looked so nervous like he was about to pass out. I wasn’t going to make him wait any longer.

“Yes, I’ll marry you! Of course!”

Aiden smiled and opened up the box, revealing the most beautiful solitaire diamond ring I’d ever seen. He took it out and slid it onto my finger.

I brought both of my hands onto either side of his face, placing a long and passionate kiss on his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and mounted his body. Once I was comfortably on top, Aiden laid down on the bed. I ran my hands up and down his chest.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

“Maybe I could tie you up, blindfold you, maybe we could get some wax.” Aiden ran his fingers up and down my arms, making my hair stand up on edge. I brought my body down, pressing my chest into his. Our faces were a breath apart.

“Being bound sounds lovely.”

Aiden nodded. He kissed me lightly, turning his body to slide me off onto the mattress as he got up. I watched him walk around the room collecting things and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. When he was done with the last button, he pulled it off, revealing his hard, muscular torso. It was hard to believe sometimes that such a handsome man was going to be my lover for the rest of my life.

I took off my own clothing, sliding off my dress, bra, and panties. I didn’t want anything to get in the way of our fun. Laying back on the bed, I let myself relax. My pussy was already aching, and I was excited about our night together. I let my eyes flicker closed.

There was a soft chuckle as Aiden came back to the bed. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he slid a finger up my ankle. It was an old way of communicating between us. I lifted my leg, so he could tie the silk cord around it. There was a pull as it was wrapped to the bedpost, and Aiden tested the biding. He repeated the process with the other leg and both my arms.

Spread eagle with my arms tied tight over my head, I felt my excitement growing. But still, I didn’t open my eyes. There was something about the surprise that was driving me wild.

“It’s going to be that kind of night?” Aiden hummed.

I let a grin cross my face. “It is the perfect night.”

A sharp slap slammed into my left breast. It stung, burst with feelings of pleasure, and set my tit swinging all at the same time. I gasped then moaned. Another slap hit me right in the clit. Shock ran through me, along with electric shocks of pleasure.