Page 9 of Only His

Callie was shocked to know that it wasn’t just infatuation, or sexual desire, and we were actually getting married, but she was all for it if it was what Ginny wanted. And especially if got her away from Lydia.

We didn’t get those looks when we moved out here, but that may be because everyone quickly saw how the animals all responded to her when we took the dogs into town to go to the vet for their vaccines and then onto the store for treats. Seems they saw how much the dogs already loved, obeyed and protected her, and then saw the way I followed her just as much and decided I was okay.

We’ve had tons of offers of help if we need it after the baby gets here to look after the animals. I wasn’t too sure about it, but Ginny makes friends easily and has seen that not everyone that wanted to hang out with her was just because of the parties and crap her mom threw. Realized that she was draw but I could have told her that years ago. Everyone falls in love with her, but I’m the lucky bastard that gets her.

For my birthday, my girl gave me a sweetest, most amazing gift ever—her tight little ass. She purposely misbehaved so I could punish her, and it was only when she gave me a huge grin after I’d fucked her pretty face, coming all over it and her tits as she was tied to the bench I ordered shortly after we got here that I realized it.

Which of course meant making her come just as hard and when I was about to come, she told me to put my cum in her ass. What’s even better is just like our first time, I have it all on camera. This one with sound even.

My girl found it hot as hell instead of it being creepy or an invasion that I’d put a camera up to keep an eye on her. Told me if she’d known about it, she would have made sure to get dressed and undressed in front of it instead of in the bathroom. Then teased me into fucking her hard and dirty when she added shemight have just walked around her room naked all the time to get me to come home sooner.

I slip up behind Ginny as she’s talking gently to the piglets that she rescued a week ago. There’s five of them and I swear, she treats them like they’re our first baby instead of the one she’s carrying, but it just makes me love her more at how fucking sweet she is.

I press a kiss to the back of her neck, right above the clasp of her collar. I admitted to her a week after putting it on her that I hadn’t found it, but had it made while I was in London, and saw something similar that did make me think of her. That one was made out of silver, but I knew I wanted it around her neck daily and didn’t want it to tarnish quickly. It had me going in to talk to the jeweler, who put me in contact with the designer.

I sat down with him and choose everything about it, from the platinum it’s made of, to the exact design of the heart, and the pink diamonds in it, to the special clasp. It only opens with a magnetic pin that I have on a chain around my neck. I had it designed into the shape of a key and the few times that Ginny and I have ventured to a private club not too far from our new home, I made sure to have it displayed so everyone knew I was as taken as my girl.

We haven’t been since since her belly really popped and I know it’s because she’s feeling a bit uncomfortable with her new shape. Everything on her has grown—belly, boobs, and ass—and it’s only made me hungrier for her.

“How’s my sweet girl?” I ask, letting my hand rest under her belly, holding it up a bit when she leans back into my hold.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she sighs happily, and I smile, kissing her temple as the animals bay and grunt and snort and chirp and bleat around us.

“Does my pet need her owner to make her feel even better?” I ask, looking around to see if Jones is anywhere nearby. Wehired the fifty something farmhand a few weeks ago to help look after the animals. What started out as just the horses, goats, and dogs has now turned into horses, goats, dogs, piglets, chickens, ducks, rabbits, and even an alpaca someone had threatened to dump into the river because it never behaved. It loves Ginny but I know it’s lonely, which is why I have another coming to be a companion for it as a surprise for my girl.

With all of the animals though, we needed someone that: 1, had experience with taking care of at least most of them because neither of us had pets before now. And 2, would take the load off of Ginny’s shoulders so she wouldn’t overdo it while pregnant.

I anticipated her carrying a big baby based on my size and so far, it seems I’ve been right. It’s not surprising though that the baby’s on the bigger side at every appointment considering I’m six-three while my angel’s only five-two. I’m positive it’s a boy but we’ve decided to wait until the baby’s here to find out for sure. I’d gladly take a little girl, but I think I’d like to have a boy first. Have someone to look out for our girl along with me.

“Mmm, yes, please,” she hums, the happy tone one that makes me harder than steel.

“In the stall or the house?” I question, and the way she grabs my cock gives me my answer.

I pull her down the walkway of the barn, unlocking the door to the room only we have a key to, and pulling her into it with me. She wearing one of her maternity dresses and I let out a low curse when she pulls it off over her head, revealing her supple body with her big belly for my eyes. She’s not wearing any panties like a good girl, and the little bra is only to give her boobs a bit of extra support because of their new weight, and I lock the door as she strips it off, her eyes roaming over me with a hunger I haven’t seen in weeks.

“Where’s Jones?” I ask as I stalk towards her, shucking my clothes just as quickly to get every moment possible with her.

“Umm…” She hesitates and my brow lifts as a little flush settles into her cheeks.

“Do I need to take the whip to that ass of yours or are you going to tell, pet?” I question, loving the way her nipples tighten at the name. Yeah, she’s needed this if she’s this on edge already.

“He went down to Brentwood,” she says, and my brow rises because Brentwood is a two-day trip to get there and back.

“Why?” I ask as a little hint of worry slips across her face. “What are you adding to our menagerie now? You know the only owner you get is me. Other than that, you can have anything you want, pet,” I tease her, watching her face relax at my reassurance.

“Some Holstein,” she answers, and my brows rise swiftly in shock at that. “Jones’ brother works on a ranch down there that was just bought out by some rich dummy from Chicago who always wanted to raise cattle. He didn’t know that they were dairy cows, thought they’d be good for producing beef and when he learnt the reason they were cheaper than the others at the auction was because they were for dairy production, he was furious. Wanted the hands to take them all out and shoot them,” she says, her chin quivering and I know we’re going to end up building another barn.

“We can’t have that, now can we, pet? I’ll call the Wilsons tomorrow about coming out to give estimates to either add onto or build a new barn, yeah?” I add, making the tears in her eyes disappear and her smile hits me straight in the dick. “I think that means I deserve a thank you though, don’t you, pet?”

“Thank you, Mark,” she says, my name uttered in that reverent tone that makes me hard as fuck, as she slips down onto her knees on the soft padding that covers the floor. We might use the room to play, for me to tie her up with ropes and stocks, but I’d never make her kneel or lay on a concrete floor for anyreason. Not even to make her experience pain while she gets her pleasure.

Her lips wrap around my thickness, taking me further and further in and shit, she really has no gag reflex. It’s incredible to be able to go deep without worrying she’ll choke so much she’ll make herself sick.

“Look up at me like a good little girl, while I fuck that pretty face,” I grunt out, feeling the stirrings of the orgasm coming already and I want to see her eyes as I come down her throat.

She hums out around my cock, her eyes finding mine, and I increase my thrusts, holding onto her head. The tingling shoots through me and comes out of my cock and pours down her throat as she swallows around me until I stop.

“So good,” she sighs licking me clean as I pull out, dropping a kiss onto her lips before moving her over to the bondage bench I had installed after seeing it at the club. It was rustic looking so it fit perfect in the barn, and without the cushions on it, it looked almost like a picnic table when pulled completely down. To fit her belly and make it more comfortable, I position it so it’s more like a step ladder than bench. It puts her on her knees, but also gives her the ability to rest back on her legs if needed while allowing me to still fuck her. It also gives her something to lean her chest into when I lock her wrists into the cuffs instead of forcing her to remain up on her hands and knees the entire time.

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