Oh, God, oh God!
“As soon as you come, it’s going to milk the baby juice right out of me.”
Molly dissolved into more helpless laughter. Baby juice? “I want to come,” she whined. “I have to come.”
“Come for me, baby. Come on.” His voice was gruff and urgent. She sucked in a breath and let it out, her whole body vibrating with a need for release. “Oh, please, Master,” she whispered. He slowed, fucking her deep, in and out. His balls slapped against her clit. She tensed her hips and felt herself open and catch fire. She made some kind of animal noise, thinking of nothing but his cock driving into her and wringing her out. Her climax rolled wide and nothing mattered for long seconds but the pleasure, the ecstasy soaking her like a rain shower. He was the storm, pounding into her, driving her down.
His arms braced beside her, hard muscles clenching, as he let out his breath beside her ear. “You’re a good girl,” he whispered. “My beautiful good girl.”
When Molly caught her breath, she whispered, “Do you want to do the cage part now?”
“Oh, yes,” he sighed. He undid her cuffs and helped her up and over to the cage. She felt awkward now climbing in and out but she still fit, even seven months pregnant. He reached in to caress her belly.
“See, this works perfectly for this part now.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Okay, rest a little bit. I’ll bring you some water.”
“Okay. Thank you, Master.”
After she had some water, she drowsed, surrounded by pillows and soft feather blankets. She wasn’t sure how long it was, but then her Master was back, tapping at her cage. He stared in at her, at her nakedness, the mound of her waistline. She pitched her voice to a begging whine.
“Please, I’m hungry.”
“My baby makes you hungry, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, feigning misery. “Please may I eat something? I’m really, really craving ice cream.”
“You’ll get spinach.”
“Oh, please,” she wailed. “I hate spinach.”
“Spinach is good for the baby.”
“Please. You don’t understand how strong these food cravings are.”
“There’s a way to get ice cream. You know what it is, don’t you?”
Her eyes filled with tears. She loved playing this part. “You know I don’t like that. I’m already having a damn baby for you against my will. Why do you make me do that too?”
He shrugged. “If you want the ice cream...” He watched her another couple moments. “Okay, I’ll go get the spinach.”
“No!” She shuddered. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Mephisto’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll get the lube. Come on out. On your hands and knees. Get ready for me.”
Oh, hell. She was ready all right. She loved anal, even though Mephisto was more gentle on her the more pregnant she got. She couldn’t wait until a few months from now when he got back to the serious ass-raping, but for now, she was enjoying the dubious consent play. She moaned softly as he returned and knelt behind her. “Please, I don’t want to. Can’t I give you a blowjob for the ice cream?”
“Sure,” he said. “You can do that too.”
He stood and came around the front of her, yanked her head up and gave her a nice, firm facefucking for a minute or two. Molly drifted, feeling hot and used and taken advantage of in the most sexy of ways. “Please!” she said when he let her come up for air.
“Please fuck your ass? I’d be happy to.” She braced on her arms as he went behind her. This position was actually really relaxing for her back. He smeared a dab of cool lube across her anus and then his thick cock pressed into her. She felt discomfort, then pain, then the welcome release as her body capitulated to the intrusion and let him in. She almost collapsed. She felt so full, so vulnerable and controlled by him.
“Oh, God, it hurts,” she sighed, and it did hurt a little. It always hurt, which is why she loved it so much. Even when the sharp pain eased, there was still the discomfort. The knowledge that yes, he was hurting and invading her to take his pleasure. Ahh, her clit throbbed hard as she pondered that. It felt so good she almost forgot they were roleplaying. She finally yelled out some words to keep the fantasy going. “You’re hurting me. I hate you for doing this to me! For making me have your baby. For making me have anal sex and making me...eat...spinach!”
He tightened his grip on her hips. “Just close your eyes and think of ice cream.”
“Your cock is hurting my ass.”
He drove a little deeper, a little harder. “How about now? Still hurt?”
“Ohhh...” Her breath sighed out and she sucked it in again. She wouldn’t be able to keep up the acting much longer, because her brain was quickly emptying of blood. It was collecting instead in her nipples, in her pussy. She bucked back against him, driven on by his grunts and his rough grasp at her waist and hips. He slid his hand down and clasped her center, one finger swirling to circle her swollen clit.
“Ah, see,” he sighed. “That feels better now, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes, it feels wonderful.”
“You lied to me, little girl. You love having your ass fucked. I think I should still make you eat the spinach.”
“No!”
“Yes. For lying to me. Although if you come hard enough, I might soften my stance on that.”
“I’ll come for you. I’ll come for you, just, please...”
Her hips jerked at each wicked tap and tease of her clit as his cock continued to pound her ass. “Now,” he whispered. “Now, come for me. Now, now, now.”
He thrust into her and stayed still, rocking against her, and then it was happening, exactly what he’d asked of her. She clenched around his cock, feeling pleasure suffuse her whole body. He fucked her a couple minutes more, spreading her ass cheeks, saying nasty, yummy things to her that brought on another small orgasm to carry her through his huge, rough one. Molly collapsed on her side, her middle still tingling with aftershocks of arousal.
“Jesus, Molly,” her Master said. “I think you earned some ice cream. Any kind you want.”
Molly smiled. She knew exactly what kind of ice cream she wanted. He did too.
*** *** ***
Molly was coming to think of this as their park bench. Every time they came to this park and ate ice cream, they sat here. They’d sat here years ago, and in the months after Clayton’s death, and now they sat here again.
“I love this kind of ice cream,” Molly said. “I don’t know why. It’s kind of bland.” She took another lick of her soft vanilla cone. “I think it’s the consistency.”
“You could get chocolate, you know. Swirl. You’re more of a swirl girl, aren’t you?”
She smiled at her Master. “Am I?” She kicked at the grass under the bench and pulled her coat more tightly around her. There was something she wanted to talk about with him, but it was uncomfortable to bring it up. “Master?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I worry sometimes that I’m not going to be a good mother. That I’m not fit to be a mother.”
He frowned. “Not fit to be a mother? Are you kidding me?” He rubbed his forehead. “Okay, tell me why you feel that way.”
“I don’t know. I guess because I’m not like other people. Our kid will have a weird mom.”
“You’re not weird.” He stopped, thought a moment. “Okay, you’re weird, but I happen to think weird people make the best parents.”
“Even...kinky parents? We have a cage under our bed, for God’s sake. Our child’s going to grow up in a BDSM club.”
Mephisto chuckled. “I think before the baby gets too old we’ll have to find another place. Maybe rent the back space out to an employee. But we’ll handle it. So we’re kinky, so what? It will just make the parent-teacher conferences a lot more interesting.”
Molly looked around the park, at all the normal moms. She’d never count herself in that group, she knew that. She tried to be okay with it, but somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be normal, like them, with nothing to hide.
“Even now,” he said softly. “You’re still ashamed of who you are, aren’t you?”
She didn’t bother to deny it. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I wish I understood though. Yeah, kinky people are different. We’re not your average Joe and Jane, but I’m not going to hang my head about it. Nothing we do is illegal or even immoral in my mind. Just because you and I are kinky doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be parents, that we can’t raise children as well as anyone else. And you have a legacy to pass on. Clayton’s good works, and your good works now. You have a lot of money and influence that will need to be passed down one day to someone with a similar mindset on kindness and generosity. This is our chance to create that someone. Why shouldn’t we, Molly? Why shouldn’t we raise up a really wonderful human being?”
“Well, I want to do that. I’m just worried that since I’m not exactly normal, our kid won’t turn out normal either.”
“If we love him and nurture him, he’ll turn out wonderful whether he’s normal or not.”
Molly looked over at him, surprised. “You said ‘him.’ Do you think it will be a boy?”
Mephisto shrugged. “I kind of do. I don’t know why. Just a feeling. And I have a fifty percent chance of being right,” he added with a laugh. “Listen, kitten. Don’t worry. You’ll be a great mom, and I’m going to bust my ass to be Dad of the Century. As for the rest, we’ll be ourselves, to a point. We’ll find more private ways of doing our kinky things. Sell the cage bed, move the other cage into a dark closet somewhere.” He eyed her with a grin. “You got turned on a little just now, didn’t you?”
Molly licked a long, teasing line along the length of her cone. “Yes, I did.”
“Maybe we should start looking for an appropriately dark closet later when we get home.”
“Oh yes, Master. And to be honest, I won’t be sad to see the bad-girl cage go.”
“Liar. You love that cage.”
She smirked at him, suggestively assaulting her ice cream.
“Be careful, kitten,” he muttered. “There are laws against public indecency, and if you push me too far, I’ll break them all.”
She studied him. He did look pretty keyed up, but then, he’d seemed that way since they’d gotten to the park. “Is everything okay, Master?” she asked. “I’m always leaning on you for my problems, but you never tell me any of yours.”
He gave her a piercing, tender look that made her heart thump hard for a moment. “I don’t have a whole lot of problems. When I do, you always make me feel better.”
Molly ate the last of her cone and went into his arms. He held her close, pressing a kiss against her forehead. He held her so much these days, her belly didn’t even feel awkward anymore jammed between them. Now and again the baby would kick and turn over—maybe a form of protest at being squeezed so much. She clung to him. “I love you, Master. I love you so much.”
He didn’t respond for a moment, although she felt a subtle change of tension in his body. “It was about three years ago, now. Since we sat here that first time. I think that was the first time I admitted to myself...God...‘I really want her.’ Now here you are.”
She knew exactly what he was talking about. She sat up and smiled at him. “Three years. It’s hard to believe. But then, not hard at all. So much has happened since then. So much has changed.”
“Some things have changed. Other things have stayed the same.” He looked away from her, across the park, his lips tightening. “All I could think about that day was how jealous I was of Clayton. That week, I wondered so many times what it would be like to be your Master, to own you and enjoy you whenever, however I liked.”
He took her hand. Molly looked down at their interlaced fingers. “Well, you have that now. Is it everything you hoped?”
“Oh, Molly.” He gazed into her eyes, then away again. “God, baby, it’s so much more than I hoped. So much more fulfilling. So much deeper. I wanted your intelligence, your impeccable service. Your willpower. I never even understood about all the rest. The love, the closeness.” He ran his thumb across her wrist, looking down at their hands. “Listen, it’s time to say this. I think we should get married. I’d like to get married before our child is born. Even without a baby, I would have wanted to be with you forever. But with him...or her...on the way, we might as well make it official. What do you say?”
She couldn’t say anything. Her heart was suddenly wedged tightly in her throat.
“I’m asking Molly, by the way. Not my kitten. Not my slavegirl. I’m asking you, and you can say yes or no, just like a vanilla woman.”
Like a normal woman. Her lips curved in an irrepressible smile. “It’s so normal, to get married. Maybe there’s hope for us after all.”
Mephisto snorted. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. Normal? I don’t have a ring for you, except for this one,” he said, touching the small ring that held her “M” charm. “I’ll get you one after the baby comes. When you’re not so...”
“Fat? Bloated?” Molly provided.
“Fluffy,” he said, rubbing her perpetually swollen fingers. “You can help me pick it out.”
“Thank you, Master. I think that sounds wonderful.”
“So is that a yes? A yes from Molly, not a
Yes, Master, I’ll do whatever you ask
?”
“Yes, Master. It’s a yes from Molly.” She looked up at the sky for a moment. “You’re making me feel a little schizophrenic. But either way, the answer is yes.”
He scrutinized her, a curl of amusement at the corner of his lips. “You know, I thought you’d be crying. I expected drama and waterworks. I’m a little disappointed.”
Molly couldn’t look away from those lips, that lovely smile. God, how she loved this man. “I can’t cry. I’m too happy. And for once in my life, I’m not conflicted. This just seems so perfect and...right. Too perfect to cry over. Although...” She pulled out the most guilty-slave look from her arsenal and pasted it on her face. “If you’re very disappointed, Master, I suppose you should punish me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Toppy little slavegirl. This is what happens as soon as you pop the question. Sheesh.”
“I’ll never top you, I promise,” Molly said, squeezing his fingers. “You can put it in the vows.”
“Oh, our vows are going to be something special. I’m going to start writing them tonight. There might be something in there about a chastity belt.”
Molly laughed and snuggled closer in his arms. “I hereby plight you my orgasms.”