Domination in Pink (2 page)

“I
want to taste Sir.”

Now
she was throwing out the big guns. “Soon but I haven’t properly punished a bad
Mommy yet.”

“Argh.
I hate you.”

“No
my love, you love everything about me. Now, I want to use the yellow and see
what colors we come up with.”

The
yellow turned orange and green when it hit the other wax. She was beautiful
this way and this playtime would be repeated when he could cover her back from
the top of her thighs up to her neck. Wax pooling across her ass was another
fantasy he was determined to fulfill.

Chapter Three

He
began stroking her again and increased the slide of his finger adding a little
more pressure with his thumb. “Are you close my dear?”

“Oh
god yes, please.”

All
movement stopped and his hand glided gently from her pussy up and over her
stomach.

“What
are you doing?”

“I
need to remove the wax.” His other hand went to the knife sitting on his desk.
He used both hands to unsheathe it.

“Oh
hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts.”

“Trust
me.” His eyes held intensity and pure sexual longing. He knew how to use his
voice and eyes against her. She knew she could use her safe word and he would
stop.

Her
eyes closed tight.

The
knife was dull but half the fun was her not knowing. He lifted her breast in
his left hand and pulled the skin with his thumb before sliding the edge of the
knife between the wax and her flesh. She didn’t move but her eyes opened and
she stared at the knife as it ran along her skin. He didn’t use the knife on
her nipples. When she was no longer pregnant he might try but for now he just
wanted to play, a little.

He
performed scenes out on the club floor with subs but he and his wife rarely
watched each other. Once she became pregnant the oddest thing would set her off
and she would be in tears. She told him she didn’t know why she suddenly became
so jealous. They agreed to stay away from the other’s scenes. The further her
pregnancy advanced the hornier she became. She was every sub’s wet dream and
her play became more intense which only upset him because he felt she was
overdoing it.

No
watching for now. It worked for them both.

He
finished with one breast and moved to the other. She rested her head back and
let him have his fantasy. When he finished he walked over to the cabinet and
took out a bottle of massage oil and a soft cloth. He worked the oil into her
skin and then gently removed the wax from her nipples.

“We’re
finishing this upstairs.” He said softly in her ear.

“Hurry.”
She groaned.

He
used scissors to cut the tape on her arms. The spreader bar was next. He
grabbed a blanket out of his kink cabinet and covered her and then lifted.

“I
keep telling you you’re going to break your back.”

“Only
if you squirm, now hush and be still.”

He
walked into his private elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.

She
wasn’t that heavy and even pregnant she fit perfectly in his arms. His quick
strides ate up the carpeted floor as he carried her to their bed.

They
had a long talk with her Obstetrician about their lifestyle. There were safety
concerns for mother and child. A lot of their play was toned down but some parts
had become more intense. Her hormones added a wilder streak than she possessed
when she wasn’t pregnant and he loved every nuance though it made him nervous
worrying about the baby.

He
laid her gently on the bed but there was no gentleness in his tone. “Remove
your hair from the band and then get on your knees; I want your ass in the
air.” He went to his dresser and pulled out what he needed.

When
he walked back over he couldn’t help but admire the well rounded globes
displayed for his pleasure. They were missing one key erotic turn on and his
hand landed with a resounding slap.

“What
was that for?” Her groan was sexy and low.

“For
being naughty and because my handprint looks so good on your skin.” Another blow
landed and her groan was louder this time. He got onto the bed behind her and
placed his hands on her hips using his thumbs to gently glide over the red
prints caused by the slaps. He then bent forward to kiss and lick the marks.

Her
bottom squirmed and he gently nipped with his teeth. “Hold still.”

“You’re
killing me. I want you fucking my ass.”

“That’s
not going to happen until after the baby’s born but I have a toy that will give
you what you want while I take what I want. If you argue I’ll just delay longer.”

“Please.”
Need, longing, and frustration sounded in her voice. For a woman who listed
anal sex as a hard limit in the beginning of their relationship she now loved
it as much as he did. The doctor gave good solid advice on the subject and like
all things told them to use care. Her pregnancy was now so far advanced that Damian
had his own reservations and they were playing his way.

He
sat back on his knees and picked up the lube applying it to his hand and the
plug. He then ran his fingers over the cleft of her ass cheeks, and inserted
his greased finger past her sphincter and massaged in and out feeling along the
tight muscles that grasped him. Her breathing was growing erratic and he knew
she was trying to quiet her little sounds of ecstasy.

 “Hold
on baby.” He removed his finger and slid the plug in place. He grabbed her hips,
squeezing the extra bit of love handles she hated and he worshiped. His cock
had no trouble locating home and in one forward thrust he buried himself inside
her warm pussy.

“Awwe.”

“Scream
for me, I want to hear you.” His strained voice demanded.

“Faster,
please!”

He
pulled out and slid his hand against her clit using his other to move the plug.
“Your cunt is so hot around my cock but you need to slow down and give me those
sweet sounds I love to hear.”

His
finger remained on her clit as he slid back into her warmth.

Her
head went to her forearm and she finally stopped fighting the delay of her
orgasm and let her vocal cords express her yearning. This is what he wanted and
the sounds she made turned him on even more. His hips picked up their pace and
his finger circled the hard nub that was now swollen with need.

He
was having his own trouble holding back but finally he gave his command, “Come
for me sweet sub.” And she did, burying her mouth against her arm to stifle her
yelling.

He
grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “I want to hear you. Don’t make me
stop and punish your sweet ass.”

“Ahhwe,”
and her scream echoed from the walls.

He
was able to thrust twice more before his shouts matched hers.

He
shifted them to their side and lay spooned behind her. His fingers trailed over
her abdomen and lovingly kissed her shoulder, nuzzling her hair out of the way
so his nose was resting against her skin. He loved the smell and taste of her
skin after they made love and though she needed sleep, he couldn’t stop
touching her.

Finally
her soft snores rumbled from her chest. He hadn’t told her about the sounds
that came with her weight gain, it would only bother her, but it just made him
love her more. He removed his arms and tried to leave the bed.

Her
voice cracked with sleepiness, “Don’t leave me.”

Placing
a soft kiss on her brow he whispered in her ear, “I’m taking a quick shower and
then I’ll tuck you in with Alexander and join you.”

“K,
don forget ATG.” She was barely coherent.

Alexander
the Great was her five foot pillow that became the most comfortable way for her
to sleep once lying on her back became impossible. She had named the pillow and
Damian didn’t quite get the connection but he smiled thinking about her
peculiarities since the pregnancy started. He showered, dried himself off, and
then went to the closet and grabbed a bright pink ATG. Carrying the monstrosity
to the bed, he gently squished the softness between her thighs and up against
her breasts. He joined her beneath the covers and pulled her tightly against
his chest, spooning his body around hers. His tender smile gave way to
nothingness.

Chapter Four

A
long hot tongue brought him awake and he realized Samson must have stayed the
night with Raul. Sam was Lydia’s one-hundred and fifty pound Rottweiler and had
to be contained when Damian wanted to play with his wife.

Lydia
continued to sleep and Damian quietly untangled himself from the covers and
left the room. Sam gave a short whine as he looked to his mistress buried
beneath the covers but followed Damian. Raul was sitting at the kitchen table
drinking coffee and reading Damian’s newspaper.

“Make
yourself at home but hand over the business section.” He managed to grunt out.

“I
haven’t been kicked out so the little seduction scene last night must have
worked.”

“The
further advanced her pregnancy gets the hornier she becomes. She hasn’t done a
scene at the club in two weeks. I may be chafed raw in a few more days.”

“You
could be the only man on earth who would complain about the situation.”

“Oh
believe me, that’s not a complaint.” A little pain, even for a Dom was okay
with Damian. “Did you by any chance let Sam out to do his business?”

“He’s
been walked and fed. I lost a bet with your wife and he’s mine at night until
the baby’s born.”

Damian’s
laughter startled Samson who was lying on the floor a few feet away causing him
to jump before he settled back down. “You haven’t learned betting is futile
against Lydia?”

“You
bet against her all the time.”

“Yes,
but I cheat. All the time.”

“She’d
kill me if I was caught.”

“You’re
probably right. Will you be able to handle things at the club for a few weeks
after the baby’s born?”

“Yours
could be the only BDSM club in the country run by a sub.”

“I’m
only four flights away and if I need to come down I’ll be sure to pound a few
heads.”

“Bran
will be back soon from his honeymoon and he emailed me and said he would be
glad to help.” There was relief in Raul’s voice.

“See,
you worry about nothing.”

“Worry
about what?” Lydia walked in wrapped in a bathrobe with tousled sleep hair. She
looked at the two men and picked up Raul’s coffee cup taking a drink of the hot
liquid. “Needs sweetener.”

“You
need your own cup.”

“Yes,
but mine won’t have caffeine and it’s not nice to remind me.” Her hand went out
to Samson as he came over for mistress love. The dog nuzzled against her
stomach as Lydia scratched behind his ears.

“What
are your plans today my love?” Damian was getting a hard on and wanted to be
rubbing against her belly.

“I
think I’m just going to lie around and get fatter.” She sulked.

“The
‘F’ word so early in the morning? I’m keeping track and I won’t go as easy as
last night’s punishment.”

“I
was hoping you would say that.”

His
smile was seductive and promising. “Let me put a few hours in at my desk and
then we can picnic at the park and take Sam with us. We’ll give his dog sitter
a break until this evening.”

“I
love you.”

“I’ll
love you more tonight and you have my promise on that.”

Raul
finally broke into the lovey dovey talk, “Thank god I have a significant other,
and your seriously sugary sweet words don’t make me puke.”

Two
pairs of dominant eyes drilled into the daring sub and he made a hasty retreat.

Chapter Five

A
week later they ate dinner and it was delicious even though it came from the
hotel kitchen. Lydia wanted to cook but she looked tired and slightly depressed
so Damian insisted on ordering in. He invited Raul and his boyfriend Paul to
join them. Keeping his wife content was his top priority until the baby came.

They
talked and laughed but Damian noticed Lydia picking at her food. He would make
this a short evening and get her tucked into bed early.

They
all joined in to clear the table, planning a round of cards to pass the time
over the next hour.

Suddenly,
the power flicked off and everything in the suite went dark.

“Lydia,
do not move.” He didn’t want her falling. “The backup generators will kick on
the emergency lighting in a moment.”

His
last word came out and the low lighting came on throughout the suite.

“It’s
a nasty storm.” This came from Paul.

“Yes,
there have been weather warnings all day. I need to go check on the club.”