Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (118 page)

“I don’t understand, Tom.” She sat up, the paper crinkling loudly beneath her. “I’m not stupid.”

Tom held up his hands. “Look, you two can do what you want, but I’m advising you here. It’s best to err on the side of caution. Only you can know what feels right, but in the context of a power exchange relationship, especially with this being your first pregnancy, I’d feel safer just taking it a little easier. After this first baby, maybe we’ll have a better feel for how you react to things, how much you can tolerate.”

“I understand, Tom.” Keihl sighed, raising one shoulder. “It does makes sense. I feel like the kid who had his new toy taken away on Christmas morning though.”

Kirsten rolled her eyes, groaning as she tried to lever herself upright. Her belly was starting to make even basic movements a little more difficult. Both men offered her a hand, and she smiled at the both of them.

“Look, it’s good advice.” She swallowed down the remnants of her embarrassment, knowing it was stupid in this situation. This was Tom — who also happened to be her OB. “I just — it’ll take some getting used to.”

“You’re telling me,” Keihl muttered under his breath.

Tom took her hand. “I don’t want you to worry—” his gaze slid up to Keihl a moment, then back to her “— I know you two are still exploring, still figuring things out. And that doesn’t have to stop now. You guys can take things in a different… direction.” He patted her hand, giving her a sly smile. “I know Sharon and I sure did. It took some improvising, but once we found what worked for us… it was so much sweeter.”

“Hands off my girl,” Keihl said, good-naturedly, pulling her to her feet, the soft cloth of her gown blessedly falling down her thighs, finally shielding her naked sex. Her way too slippery and warm naked sex.

Tom chuckled, rising to his feet and offering Keihl his hand. “Call me if anything comes up. I mean it. I don’t care what time it is. I’m here for you guys.”

Kirsten dropped her gaze, once again experiencing the surreal feeling that came over her when the two men discussed her as if she weren’t even there.

“Thank you, Tom. I appreciate it.” Keihl shook his hand, then grabbed Kirsten’s, squeezing it. “What do you say?”

The lump in Kirsten’s throat made her voice thick. “Thank you… Sir.”

Tom winked. “I like that! You’re very welcome, Kirsten.” He touched her chin. “Take care of yourself, and take care of that little one. Okay? We’ll see you again in a couple days.”

Kirsten nodded, smiling at him despite the heat at her cheeks. Being made to call him Sir was a new development — and one not entirely unwelcome — but she still wasn’t at all used to it.

Especially after the man’s head had been between her legs for the past ten minutes.

Chapter Forty

“W
hat is it you want to show me?”

Kirsten glanced up at him, her eyes betraying a nervousness he wasn’t about to disabuse her of. He found he rather liked her nervous and off balance at times like these.

“Just be patient, and you’ll find out in a minute.”

He held her hand for her as they walked down the stairs, the air cooling a little as they descended. It really wasn’t necessary — his wife was far from helpless — but the very last thing he wanted her doing was falling down the damn stairs.

Keihl opened the door to the basement rec room, the lights already on, the mirrors freshly washed, every reflection as sparkling as he knew how to make it.

Kirsten gasped when she saw it.

“You… no, Keihl.”

“Yes, Kirsten.”

He placed a hand at her lower back, urging her forward, loving the new waddle to her gait, the movement of her ass in the yoga pants making his cock begin to harden.

This was going to be good.

He led her to the squat rack, the polished metal catching the light, the new chains hanging above it swinging gently in the currents of the air.

“Keihl… what is that?”

He extended an arm toward the rack. “Step in and have a look.”

“No… I can’t.” She locked gazes with him. “I’m too far along. I…”

Keihl stepped close, rubbing the front of his warm-ups against her belly, the thin fabric of her long sleeved white shirt offering no protection against the hard bulge of his erection he pressed to her.

“You’re safe, girlie. I’d never do anything to hurt you. That’s not for you… yet. A peek at coming attractions.”

She relaxed ever so slightly, and he caught her chin, lifting it so that he could see her wide, nervous eyes.

“You’re going to be fine — and you’re going to do as I say. Do you think you can do that?”

She looked down at herself. “Keihl, I’m a fucking… whale. I’m just — gross. I don’t know what you see in me anymore.”

Reaching into the thick weight of her hair, he pulled her head back, her mouth falling open. He kissed her savagely, his tongue plunging deep as he claimed that which was his, reinforcing his dominion over her in that small, yet profound, way.

He nipped her upper lip, then pulled back, staring into her luminous eyes. “I’ll tell you what I see. I see a woman who’s never looked more beautiful. I see a creature who makes my cock hard as a rock every time she brushes by me in the kitchen. I see the same bad girl, who I can’t stop thinking about during my day, who haunts my dreams at night.” He kissed her long and soft on the forehead, and she trembled in his arms. “I see the woman carrying my child, the center of my world. I see the woman who’s everything to me. And I’m about to show her just what that means, too.”

“Keihl, my God…”

“Are you going to obey me? Tom said to go easy on the spanking — he didn’t say don’t spank her at all. Is a little bottom warming what it’s going to take for you to be good tonight?”

Kirsten looked down, her fetching blush blooming up from her neck, her cheeks burning bright with it.

“No, Sir.”

Part of him hoped she’d push it. He’d imagined spanking her as she waited, naked, on all fours, her belly and swollen breasts hanging down below her, the picture of feminine vulnerability. He’d spank that soft, round bottom until it glowed a nice hot pink, and then he’d take hold of those broad hips and slide deep into her heat, claim her in the way a man was meant to claim his woman.

“Good. Now step inside the bars, Kirsten. I won’t let you be hurt — but I won’t let you get away either.” He reached up and wrapped a hand around the pendent chains, shaking them, the links clinking together. “After the baby… we’ll be testing these out. But right now? I want you naked. Clothes off — all of them.”

Her little whimper of surrender made his cock throb even harder. He watched her as she slowly stripped off the white shirt, the fabric catching for a moment on the heavy weight of her dark hair. For a moment, she held her bare breasts but soon gave up, lowering her hands, knowing he’d never allow her to cover herself in his presence. His pulse quickened as she revealed the swollen globes to his gaze. He marveled anew at the dark, swollen areolas, the thick, stiff nipples that had darkened from their beautiful coral color, to an even more alluring coffee colored hue. He longed to caress them, to feel the weight of those breasts in his palms again.

Soon.

She met his gaze as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the black yoga pants, her eyes imploring even as the fire of desire burned within their depths. She couldn’t hide it from him, just like she couldn’t hide her charms from him. Her desires, her lusts, were his, just as her body was.

All his.

He gave her a curt nod to get on with it, and she did, averting her gaze as she eased the pants down her lush thighs, the hint of the plump, close-seamed bare pussy just visible between her thighs before she bent lower, the round belly hiding her sex from his view for a moment.

She paused as she crouched low, only his murmured warning setting her to rising. He held her hand as she pulled her feet free from the clutch of each leg of her pants, her bountiful breasts shaking and swaying as she bent to her task, her blush bright once more. He knew the movement of her breasts mortified her, yet she also knew he took great delight in it, in the new lusher, more generous curves of her body. It didn’t make it any easier for her, but she’d just have to endure. Seeing her like that fired his lust ever higher, and he knew she’d never looked more radiant, more feminine, more alluring.

And every inch of her sexy body was all his.

God, it’s good to be a man.

Keihl took hold of the lowest hanging chain, waiting. She straightened, not meeting his gaze in that adorable way she has whenever her embarrassment was too much for her.

“I don’t know why you’re so bashful, my dear. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Her blush deepened further, her hands fluttering at her sides.

Adorable.

She shook her head as she grasped one of the smooth vertical bars for support. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

But he wasn’t going to let her off easy. “You’re doing this because you want to.”

“Hardly.” She firmed her chin, finally meeting his gaze. “I’m doing it because you’re making me. I don’t think your definition of ‘want’ matches mine.”

“Watch it now, bad girl.” He leaned against one of the bars, giving her a wry grin. “I wonder though. Do you think your pussy will tell the same story? Or will it betray what you really want, just like those hard little nipples are doing right now?”

She gasped, and brought her hands up, covering the prominent points. “That… doesn’t mean anything.”

Keihl shrugged. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we? Now, on your knees.”

“What?” Kirsten glared at him, her flush burning a deeper shade of crimson.

How he wanted to feel that heated skin against his lips, to drink in her embarrassment, even as that same mortification made her cunt seethe.

Soon.

“You heard me, girl. On your knees.”

“Keihl…”

“You’re just dragging things out. You can do it now, or I can wait all night, girl. The only question now, is when. Either way, this is happening.”

He glared at her. “I’m waiting.”

Flicking a fearful glance up at the chains above them, she sank to her knees, the sway of her heavy breasts nearly making him groan. She sighed, her hands clasped to her thighs, her belly bulging over her lap. Her eyes peered up at him through thick lashes, her lower lip trembling.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

“Keihl… I look horrible.”

She refused to look in the mirrors he’d set up all around her.

“You’re going to have to get used to this, Kirsten. We’re not going anywhere for a while. I’ve deprived myself of this body today.” He eased a palm over the slope of her tight belly. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“W-what are you going to do?”

Keihl winked at her. “Take care of you. All you’ve got to do is relax — and do as you’re told. I’ll make this good for you, if you do.”

“Please, Keihl… I hate the way I look.”

“Why? You know I lust after you more than I ever have before.” He leaned a shoulder against the rack, slowly looking her up and down. “I’d have you naked and on your knees a lot more, if I could get away with it.”

Kirsten shuddered.

“I—I miss how I used to look.” Kirsten dropped her head. “I’m afraid I’ll never get back to the way I was. It’s stupid — I know there are no guarantees — but I don’t think I understood it until I really got big.”

He touched her cheek, the quick pulse at her neck fluttering against his fingertips. She was aroused — but she was scared too. He had to be careful here.

“You’re tougher than you think. A lot tougher.” He dropped to a crouch, touching his forehead to hers. “And no matter what happens, I’ll be here. With you.”

She met his gaze and smiled, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushing a fetching pink once more.

“Thank you. I don’t know what you see in me… but I’m glad you do. I feel like I just want to curl up into a ball and never leave the house.”

“Not leaving the house can be arranged,” he whispered, kissing her on the tip of her nose. He rose and walked behind her to the cabinet on the opposite wall. He could see her watching him in the mirrors. He opened the cabinet, and retrieved the bottle. She jerked at the sound of the bottle popping open. “First thing’s first. Time to play with my toys.”

Kirsten rolled her eyes, but her lips curled with a smile anyway.

He walked to the front of the rack once more, standing over her, the bottle of oil swinging between his fingers.

“Hands behind your head. Present those breasts of yours.”

Kirsten’s arms raising slowly. Her breasts rose and fell faster as she laced her fingers at the back of her head.”

“Spread your thighs.”

She whimpered, but obeyed, revealing the swollen, labia, the smooth mound he longed to hold in his palm.

“Keihl…”

He leaned a hand against one of the vertical supports of the rack. “Is anything hurting?”

He’d never do anything to hurt her, especially now, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her get out of this. As advanced as her pregnancy was, he wasn’t about to press things too far here, but he wasn’t going to act like she was broken either. He was going to indulge himself. After all, how often did this opportunity come around?