Bondage Included (18 page)

He was glad she had used his name. It was important to him that she take her safety seriously. He ran his right hand over her ass cheeks, rubbing and massaging her perfect skin to bring the blood near the surface. “This will be an erotic spanking, Adriana. It’s meant to be more arousing than anything else. We’ll go to a count of twenty. Stay relaxed. If your leg hurts, tell me immediately.”

She rested her chin on the palms of her hands. “Yes, bossy man.”

André gave her a sharp swat on her ass. “Have some respect, bebe. Keeping you safe is my first priority.”

“And that’s one of the reasons why I love you,” Adriana answered smugly. She crossed her arms on the mattress and rested her head on top of them.

He tossed her hair out of her face, needing to see her. André applied pressure on her back with his left hand and forearm, giving her the impression he was holding her down, but it also allowed him to feel any changes in her breathing. With his other hand he rubbed the sting away. “So all those nights we sat on the couch together, were you pantyless? Inquiring minds want to know.”

She laughed. “No, that began once I started wearing the brace. It’s too much of a pain to deal with.”

“I like the easy access. You should continue with this even after the brace comes off.” He always wanted her open to him.

“Underwear can be sexy,” she argued.

“It can be cut off too.”

Her breathing hitched and he smiled. “Does my subbie want to feel the cool, steel blade scrape across her skin?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

André’s cock throbbed. Adriana was curious and open to try new things. The fact that she’d chosen him was an honor he’d spend his life living up to. “All in good time, bebe.”

All in good time
. The future no longer scared him. He was in it for the long haul and it felt damn good. His course was clear.

He drew his hand back and swatted her ass. “That’s one, bebe.”

She lifted her head and glared at him. A moment or so passed before she gave him a sultry look. “Yes, Master.”

He delivered two more in fast succession. “How are you doing, Adriana?”

She nodded, but her eyes were closed. When he lifted his hand, she tensed.

“Not good enough. Talk to me.” He rubbed her cheeks.

“It hurts and I’m feeling stupid for not expecting that.” Her voice was strained.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She turned her face into her arms.

“There’s no shame in stopping, Adriana.” He refused to continue until he was absolutely sure it was what she wanted.

“Please. More.”

She kept her face hidden from him and he didn’t like it. “Why? Pain for pain’s sake doesn’t do it for me, bebe. If this isn’t arousing you, we stop now.”

Adriana spread her legs and looked up at him. Her cheeks flushed.

He slid his hand over her pussy, reveling in her wetness. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“You need to look at me and ask for each swat.” Part of him wanted to refuse. Her emotions had been all over the place lately and he had no idea what was going on in her head.

She turned toward him and swept her hair back. “Two more, please, Master.”

Again, she surprised him. “Two, huh? Okay.” He cupped his hand causing the sound to amplify as he administered the swats.

“Harder, please, Master.” She met his gaze. Her eyes were dilated and her breathing had shallowed.

“How many?” He was allowing her to top from the bottom, but this time he was okay with it.

“Five.”

“Five and you want them harder?” Tears dotted her lashes and his heart was pounding. Tension coiled inside him. There was little doubt that she was aroused, but he wished he understood why she was crying. He knew she had a high threshold for pain. She’d proven it many times since she’d been injured. So if it wasn’t physical pain making her cry, it had to be emotional.

“Yes.”

It had been an exhausting afternoon and he’d been wrong to stay in his office alone. He should have brought her home and discussed with her everything that had been going through his head. He’d sure made a lot of mistakes these last eight months. Damn it! He’d better not be making another one.

André alternated cheeks, but gradually increased the intensity. By the fifth strike, her skin was hot and the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen.

“Harder, please.”

He caressed her ass and she began to move against him, rocking back and forth. Sliding his fingers into her pussy, he was satisfied she was enjoying her spanking. “Why?”

She looked up at him. “I can take it.”

Her answer confirmed his suspicions. “To what point, princess? What we’re doing right now has you hot and wet.”

Adriana blinked at him in surprise.

“The goal was to arouse you, not hurt you.” André feared she was still trying to live up to her idea of the perfect submissive.

“What about you? Is this enough for you?” There was a catch to her voice.

“Exciting you excites me.” He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and put them in his mouth. “The idea of truly hurting you makes me ill, Adriana. You have nothing to prove. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She searched his face for something. A moment or two later she said, “Five more please, Master.” She smiled at him and relaxed onto the bed.

André drew his hand back, pleased to see she stayed calm and accepting. The smile faded and a look of pleasure took its place. Her soft coos had his dick eager to be inside her.

After the last swat, he massaged her cheeks. “You have a perfect ass.”

Her giggle was carefree and his heart soared.

“May I have the last five, Master?” She wiggled her butt.

“With pleasure, princess.” He slid two fingers inside her first. She was so wet it took all his self-control to hold back. He wanted to bury his cock deep in her pussy. André pulled out and circled her clit.

Adriana arched her back and moaned, “Please, Master.”

Time to take back control. Raising his hand he gave her a single swat then caressed her clit again.

She writhed on his lap.

“Your orgasms belong to me, Adriana.”

“Yes.”

He smacked her once more. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.” She was panting and rocking her hips against him.

After two more swats, he stopped and entered her pussy. As he stroked her G-spot, she cried out.

“Please, Master.”

“Please what, bebe?” He knew she was close. Seeing her flushed and unable to remain still was something he’d never tire of.

“Fuck me.” Her voice was strained.

“We haven’t finished your spanking.” Yeah, he was a sadistic bastard. He didn’t enjoy dispensing pain, but he got hard as hell watching her ride the edge.

“Spank me, fuck me”—she rocked in time with his strokes—“just let me come.” She slid her arms out in front of her and clenched the sheet. “Please, Master. I need you.”

He groaned. She knew exactly how to get him hot as hell. André gave her the last swat. “As you wish, princess.”

She pushed up onto her arms then rose to her knees. He slid out from under her, concerned about the pressure she was putting on her leg. Quickly, he picked her up, laid her back onto the mattress and arranged the pillows under her.

He stepped off the bed and stripped out of his clothes. As much as he wanted to go slowly and make her beg for release, he knew it wasn’t going to happen. He was wound too tight.

Adriana went up on her elbow and slid her mouth around his cock while sending him a bratty-as-fuck look.

He took her by the hair and pulled her away from him. “You’re in trouble for that one, princess.”

She giggled. “You’re teasing me so I thought I’d return the favor.”

God, he loved her. He wanted a ring on her finger to match the collar around her neck.

He picked up her bra. “Open.”

Her eyes widened as she obeyed him. He slid the material into her mouth and tied the straps behind her head. The sparkle in her eyes told him she didn’t consider it much of a punishment, but he didn’t care. She looked so damn sexy.

“Maybe I should edge you all night instead of bringing you the release I’d planned.”

She groaned and shook her head.

“Whose choice is it, princess?” He tried to hold onto his Dom face, but doubted he was highly successful.

She started to speak, but gave up and pointed at his chest.

“That’s right.” He moved between her legs and slid inside her, knowing he’d found his home. Wherever Adriana was, that was home. “You better ask for permission before you come, princess.”

Adriana laughed and pointed to the bra.

“You’ll have to get creative.” He started moving. Though he’d wanted a slow and leisurely pace, it just didn’t work out that way. After the first stroke, he knew he’d waited too long. He held her hips still as he pounded into her.

She arched her back drawing him deeper still. Her arms were above her head digging into the mattress as she writhed. The gag did little to muffle the delicious sounds coming from her. He shifted his position bringing each downward stroke directly in line with her clit.

A look of anxiousness crossed her face and she grabbed his arms, mumbling something.

“Yes, bebe, come for me.”

She tossed her head back and screamed. As soon as her tight muscles clenched around him, he was lost. She was too perfect to resist. He kept moving while the aftershocks coursed through them.

“I love you, Adriana.” He kissed her forehead and collapsed overtop her.

* * * *

“Congratulations, Adriana, it’s positive.” The doctor held up the stick indicating she was pregnant.

A loud buzzing began inside her head. It couldn’t be true. Surely, this was a bad joke. “I can’t be. It’s gotta be wrong. I’m on the pill. I take it every day. Every. Single. Day. Without Fail.”

“You’ve been on very high doses of antibiotics. They’ve been known to reduce the efficacy of birth control pills,” he explained patiently.

She buried her face in her hands. It certainly explained the feelings of exhaustion, nausea and mood swings.
Oh fuck!
What was she going to tell André? He was just getting used to the idea of speaking to her family. How would he react to having one of his own? It was too soon.

For the rest of the doctor visit, Adriana was on autopilot. As she wheeled into the lobby, André walked to her. “What did he say?”

“I’ll tell you later.”
Much, much later.

André held open the door and followed her out. She drove the scooter to the passenger side and stopped, dreading getting into the car. There’d be no way to evade him then.

Within moments, she was buckled into her seat and André had the scooter stored. Once he’d started the car and pulled into traffic, he started pumping her for information. “Do you have an infection?”

“No. He said I needed to take vitamins and get more rest.”
And I’m pregnant.

“That’s it? There’s nothing wrong? Did he run any tests?”

“No, there isn’t anything wrong.”
Technically, that is the truth.
“Yes, he did run tests and everything looks good. He said the fatigue and mood swings are perfectly normal.”
For a pregnant woman.
“I just need to get more sleep.”

“Did you ask about physical therapy? Should you take a few days off?” He sounded worried.

She was a terrible liar and he probably knew something was up, but she didn’t know how to break this kind of news to him. It could go either way. He could be happy or he could freak the fuck out. “No, I need to go.” She was feeling antsy and needed the workout. Right now, there was too much pent-up energy in her system.

“I don’t like it. We should go home and you should go to bed…to take a nap.”

“I’ll nap once we get home.” Funny, how André’s house felt like home. She reached out to him and he immediately took her hand.

“Bebe, are you okay?” he asked sincerely, taking glances at her as often as it was safe to do so while driving.

She kissed his knuckles. “I’m fine, André. Really, I am.” She forced a smile and made small talk for the rest of the trip.

While they were sitting waiting in the lobby for her appointment, André turned to her. “I have an errand to run, Adriana. Do you mind if I take care of it once they call you back?”

It was the first time he’d asked. Her tummy knotted with guilt for making him worry about her. “It’s fine, André. I’ll text when I’m done.”

As soon as they called her name and she was settled, he headed out of the door.

Adriana completed the workout, but she didn’t feel the relief she had hoped for. All she felt was tired and nervous as hell. When she made it to the lobby she saw he was already there and waiting for her.

“We should eat, bebe,” he told her once they were back in his car.

“Okay.” She wasn’t hungry, but she had to think about more than just her wants now.

“I have a special place in mind. Will you indulge me?” He sounded excited.

Something in his voice caught her attention. “I’d like that. I hope it isn’t fancy, though. I’m all sweaty and smell like something the cat wouldn’t drag in.” She couldn’t help but smile. His happiness was catching.

“It’s casual, bebe, but important to me.” He got on I-17 and headed north. At Peoria, he exited and headed down the access road.

She turned sideways in her seat and looked out of the window. “I’ve seen this place before. The trees and plants are beautiful. Is the food good?” She didn’t care. The views were fantastic and it was special to André. That was enough.

“The food is excellent. I come here when I’m feeling homesick. I think you’ll like it.” He pulled into a parking spot and brought the scooter around to her.

As they went up the walkway, she marveled at the different shades of green. Phoenix wasn’t known for its lush landscaping.

Apparently, he’d called ahead because the benches were lined with people waiting for a seat, yet they walked right in.

The hostess took them back to a secluded room off to the side of the main dining area. Once they were seated, she took their drink order and left them alone.

“This place is amazing, André. Thank you for bringing me here.” She reached across the table and he took her hand.