Page 54 of Dark Prince

“Good,” I say with a grin. “The morning sickness is hit or miss, but I'm hanging in there. How are you?”

He smiles at me, one that's only meant for me, and says, “I've been trying to work, but it's been difficult because I can't stop thinking about you.”

I step closer, reaching out to touch the lapel of his suit. “Is that so?” I tease, my tone low and sultry. “And here I thought you were all about business during the day.”

He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips in a gesture so filled with love that it swells my heart to near bursting. “With you,” he whispers against my skin, his eyes never leaving mine, “it's always personal.”

Everything else just fades away. The luxury around us, the weight of our roles, the endless responsibilities—it all just disappears.

He leans in closer, his voice a soft caress in the silence of our room. “You know,” he begins, his eyes glowing with a mixture of pride and something deeper, more intimate, “this pregnancy... it's brought out even more beauty in you, something I didn't even know was possible. You're radiant.”

His hand finds its way to my belly bump, and a surge of love floods through me at the contact. It's more than just a gesture; it's a connection, a shared moment between the three of us. I lean into his touch, cherishing the warmth of his palm.

Our eyes lock, and without another word, we kiss, deep and passionate, our souls mingling. The kiss is a testament to everything we are, everything we've been through, and everything we’ve yet to become.

But as things start to heat up, I pull back slightly, my heart hammering against my ribs. He looks at me, concern etching his handsome features. “What's wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with worry.

I take a deep breath, my nerves dancing under my skin. "I've been thinking," I begin, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush. "There's something I want to try. Remember the gifts you gave me a while back?"

The change in his expression is immediate. His eyes darken, a grin spreading across his face, one that says he's been hoping I'd come around to this idea.

He doesn't need to say anything; his grin says it all. He's been waiting for me to embrace this part of our relationship, to explore this facet of our connection together.

“Do you know where they are?” I ask.

He nods slowly, stepping over to one of the dressers and opening the top drawer.

“I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I took it out of your room after that night. I figured you had enough to deal with, and we’d revisit the matter when the time was right.”

He turns slowly, the leather collar in one hand, the nipple clamps in the other. The sight of him standing before me, those tools of pleasure in his grasp, gets me so damn wet that I can hardly think straight.

With measured steps, he approaches the bed. My eyes are locked on the tools.

“How do we use them?”

“Let me show you. First, we decide which to start with. Ladies’ choice.”

My eyes flick back and forth between the clamps and the collar. I’m excited, more excited than I’ve been in a long time.

“The collar. Seems like it’s a little more straightforward.”

“It certainly can be. But there’s an art to it.”

As he comes over to me, my whole body is tingling. Slowly, carefully, he slips the leather collar around my neck. The material is cool and smooth, and as he locks it shut, I feel a sense of arousal. There’s a small key, and he shows it to me before placing it in the drawer of the nightstand. The long, metal chain of the collar hangs from the side, pooling onto the bed.

A thoughtful expression crosses his face.

“What is it?” I ask.

“The sub/dom dynamic requires trust and care. And once those matters are established… well, you’ll see how good it can get.”

“I trust you,” I say. “Totally.”

“I know. But there’s still the matter of the safe word.”

“The safe word. Right.”

“How about… Guinness.”

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