I gave Juliana a few minutes in the bathroom to take the test. But I was growing impatient. She hadn’t come out, and I was worried about her.

I slowly opened the bathroom door. She was sitting on the side of the tub, staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. Taking a glance at the one on the counter, I quickly noted it read pregnant.

Fuck.

Which meant the one she was staring at probably said it, too.

I knelt in front of her and gently took the stick out of her hand, reading it. I’d been right. It confirmed she was pregnant as well. I had no doubt in my mind if I took her down to see Dr. Williams that he would confirm it as well, but I knew she couldn’t handle that right now.

This woman in front of me was barely holding herself together. I could see it in her eyes.

Without a word, I tossed the stick into the trash can and lifted Juliana into my arms, cradling her against my chest as I carried her into the playroom.

She needed security. She needed to know that nothing would change. And I had a feeling that taking care of her in the one place she could completely give herself over to me would be the way to cement our bond inside of her once more.

Once I set her on her feet, she stood in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. Nervousness rang in the depths of her dark eyes. Cupping the side of her neck, I used my thumb to tilt her head back. “You’re mine, little girl.” She swallowed thickly at my words. “No one, not even a baby, is going to change that,” I promised her. “I will do whatever I need to take care of you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

I brushed my lips over hers. She whimpered. I kissed her harder, forcing her lips to part so I could taste every square inch of her mouth. She tasted minty, yet just a tiny bit sweet, too.

A strange but perfect combination.

I slowly began to undress her, letting my fingers trail over her skin, leaving a heated trail of kisses behind in their wake. She was trembling before me, small moans and gasps leaving her parted lips as she watched me.

Once she was naked, I lifted her into my arms again and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, her back arching beneath my heated gaze.

I didn’t even have to touch her, and she was desperate for me. I fucking loved it.

“What is your safe word, baby girl?”

“Black, Daddy.”

I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh as a reward for her answers. She moaned, parting her legs even further for me. “Good girl,” I rumbled. And for being such a good girl, I lapped at her pussy for a moment, enjoying the sweet taste of her before I strode away, making her whine.

In this room, she knew she had my full attention, which was what she needed.

I grabbed some rope and walked back to her. Her eyes were completely trusting as she watched me bind her wrists to her knees, keeping her parted and completely at my mercy. Her breath shuddered out of her, and she licked her lips as she watched me peel off my clothes, tossing them across the room next to hers.

I stroked my cock, watching as her cunt began to glisten with need, her juices leaking out of her. “You want my cock inside of you, little girl?” I wouldn’t torture her with foreplay today. She needed us to be joined together as one as I took care of her.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewled.

I moved forward and slowly slid inside of her, moaning at the feeling of her being so wet and so open to me. God, she was sexy as hell, sinfully fucking beautiful.

She was all mine. Every single fucking part of her belonged to me, and I would forever cherish her, forever worship her.

I ran my hands over her body, gently rocking in and out of her at a slow and steady pace. “You are always mine, Juliana.” Tears sprang to her eyes. I fingered the collar at her ankle. “Every part of you still belongs to me – baby or no baby. I will always take care of you, little girl.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

“You, Daddy,” she cried, pretty tears washing down her face. “I belong to you.” Fuck, I’d never known a woman to cry so fucking prettily.

With that, I took her body to new heights, making sweet, slow love to her instead of taking her like a beast. I molded her body to mine, kissing all over her skin, tasting her fucking sweet lips until they were swollen and bruised.

“Mine, baby girl,” I rasped, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands. She moaned. “This baby will change nothing,” I promised her.

“You promise?” she croaked. I didn’t even reprimand her for not adding Daddy to the end of that.

I pressed my lips to hers. “I promise, baby girl. I will always cherish you more and more every single day for the rest of our lives,” I swore.

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