Page 7 of Change of Plans

“Shall we get started then?” I asked.

He looked over at Elise, and then back at me, and I could see the conflict on his face. From the moment I’d told him I was pregnant, his own desires had taken a backseat to what our child and I needed.

“You know as well as I do that she sleeps like the dead.” I pressed my body closer to his. “And I can be quiet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s a challenge.”

A thrill ran down my spine as he walked us backwards to my favorite chair. It was large enough to hold both of us, but not so large that we had much space between us when we both sat down. He sat down, then reached into the drawer of the nearby end table. We had strips of ribbon and cloth hidden in various drawers throughout the house, but only others in our world would know that we kept them handy for times such as this.

He turned me around and quickly tied my wrists behind my back. While we occasionally dabbled in some spanking, our true BDSM passion was bondage, and not only traditional restraints. Alix had as much creativity in that aspect of his life as he did with his photography.

With my back still to him, he reached around and undid my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down to mid-thigh with one hard yank. I swallowed a yelp as he bit my ass, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to send another flood of arousal rushing through me.

He sat down, then grasped my hips and moved me backward until I sat down on his knees and waited for my next instruction.

“Scoot back and pull your legs up so that your feet are on the chair on either side of my legs.”

The movements felt awkward, but that wasn’t anything new. Alix was forever getting me into odd positions that fit the vision he had in his head.

“Are you wet?”

I could hear him moving behind me, then heard the familiar sound of a zipper being lowered.

“Sine, I asked, are you wet?”

The last three words came out with an edge that made things inside me go all gooey.

“Yes,” I breathed the word. When it came to Alix, it didn’t take much to make me wet.

“Good,” he said, trailing a finger down my spine. “Because as much as I’d like to take my time with you, we’re going to have to make this quick.”

I nodded, anticipation making my mouth dry and my skin tight. I knew what quick meant. Hard. Fast. Skating right across the line of pain and pleasure until everything exploded in a burst of ecstasy.

I couldn’t put into words how much I wanted that.

“Up.”

Gymnastics and soccer had left me both strong and flexible, and Alix knew as well as I did what my body was capable of. It wasn’t easy, but I raised myself as Alix guided me backwards.

“Now, ride me.”

We both groaned as I lowered myself onto his cock. The position made me tighter than normal, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as he stretched me a little bit faster than was comfortable. As Alix had said, we didn’t have the luxury of time, so I didn’t wait for my body to adjust to the lack of foreplay.

And if I was going to be honest, I didn’t want to wait either.

Alix wrapped one hand around my wrist restraints and buried the other in my hair, helping me balance as I moved. Up and down, never fully empty, always connected. I closed my eyes as my thigh muscles started to burn. Heat and friction twisted inside me, building the pressure until it was almost too much.

But I didn’t come.

I couldn’t come. Not until he gave me permission.

“Do you want me to come inside you?” His fingers tightened in my hair. “Fill you? Do you want me to create another baby? Give our little girl a brother or sister?”

“Yes.” I was so close. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing, twitching, anticipating the burst of pleasure that would finally bring me release.

“Do you want to come?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. Please. I want to come.”

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