Page 21 of Betting Her Curves

But Patrick had already stalked off to attend to various business matters, leaving me to my own devices. Taking advantage of my freedom, I decided to explore, and the Castle Droghaire took months for me to map out. Yes, bad habits stay with a person forever, and just as I cased the Vegas casinos, I began to “case” Castle Droghaire as well. With each day, each corridor, each hallway, and each bedroom that I entered, my mind began to build a mental map of the space. I noted dimensions, wall hangings, light fixtures, angles, shadows, and anything that might be helpful. I don’t know why I’m like this. Some people have a way with words or numbers, but others have a knack for spatial reasoning, and my strength is the latter.

In the meantime, I enjoy myself to the utmost. Patrick is away at work during the days, so I have quite a few hours of leisure time to myself. I wander the castle, swim in the pool, or amuse myself with the massive library of books available to me. Sometimes, I take a dip in a nearby loch or even hike the fens by myself, reveling in the unique aspects of the Irish landscape. The Emerald Isle is gorgeous, with a rocky coast, wind-whipped terrain, and also a beauty that’s haunting yet delicately magical.

Then once Patrick returns, we eat a delicious dinner prepared by his chef. He says he wants me to maintain my ballet form, but I know what he’s really saying. The alpha male adores my curves and wants me well-fed and energetic for our romps in the sack. After all, I’m basically his favorite sex toy now, and the man uses my curves like a rampaging warrior. Most nights, after dinner, we repair to the master suite for riotous lovemaking, and he keeps me up all night, moaning and gasping as I take that hardcock over and over again. I can hardly move some mornings, but Patrick always chuckles and pets my pussy when that happens, referring to it as “his favorite kitty.”

All in all, it’s been a couple months of lavish living coupled with mind-blowing sensuality. I enjoy pleasing the billionaire, and it’s been easy to settle in. In fact, I’m still not sure how the change happened so fast, but it certainly hasn’t been difficult to adjust.

Then again, I didn’t have much in Vegas when I left. I was living as a journeyman, trying to put food on the table by partaking in high stakes poker. Sure, I’d had some success, but my understanding is that casinos talk to each other, and will notice if a player wins too much. I’m sure I’d already been profiled, and they were on the look-out for my presence at future tournaments.

So when Patrick offered me a chance to get away, I took it. I packed a suitcase of my stuff, told my roomie I was going on temporary hiatus, and left her with an envelope of cash to cover my rent. All of the money was from Patrick, of course, because he’s paid for everything since we’ve been together. My man is generous that way, and I boarded the billionaire’s private plane with a light step and a sweet smile.

But what does the Irishman want from me? A companion? A lady friend? A normal friend? A horny sex fiend who takes his dick on command? It seems like all of the above, to be honest. We have steamy, sensual sex, but we also talk as if we’ve known each other for years on end. He tells me about his family history, and even mentioned that he has a sister.

“So Ainsley’s in Vegas right now,” I said one night, as we lay in bed together. “She came with you to the City of Sin.”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “She’s spending my money like water too.”

“But why did you leave her there?” I ask curiously. “She’s only eighteen, right?”

The alpha male merely shrugged before shooting me a grin.

“Ainsley is a big girl, Ash. Trust me, my sister knows how to take care of herself, and besides, she’s there for her career. She wants to be a plus-size model, and apparently, Vegas is where it all happens.”

I nod slowly.

“Yeah, my ballet career was supposed to be the same,” I hum. “I was supposed to be a plus-size dancer, remember?”

Patrick reaches for me, his blue eyes going black with desire.

“You’ll always be a ballerina, Ashley. You’re lithe, emotive, and with an incredible way of commanding your body down to the tiniest muscle. You’re a prima ballerina, honey, and there’s no doubt about it.”

His words made me flush with pleasure because Patrick treats me so well. He comforts me when I’m afraid, and lifts me up when I have doubts. Yes, my artistic career is currently stalled, and to be honest, I don’t know if it will ever take off again. But Patrick makes mefeellike I’m succeeding, even if I only dance for him in bed.

Unfortunately, my grace and flexibility will be leaving me soon, and I’m not sure what to do about it. After all, Patrick and I have a tacit understanding. The man is obviously virile, and when we discussed protection, he said no to condoms.

“Absolutely not,” he rasped, blue eyes flashing. “That shit feels like shit, not to mention being carcinogenic.”

I shot him a look.

“Latex isn’t carcinogenic! They use latex in lots of things, from plastic gloves to chewing gum to tennis shoes. Trust me, the latex in condoms is perfectly safe.”

The billionaire merely shrugged.

“Well, I need to be fully sheathed in your hot cunt, skin-to-skin. How about this? I’ll only come in your ass. See, I know how to compromise,” he winked.

This man is so infuriating, and I put my hands on my hips while fixing him with a look of mock fury.

“Patrick, youknowthat even a drop inside me can get me pregnant. I’m young and fertile, and maybe even half a drop will do the trick. I’m not getting on chemical birth control either because I’m a dancer and any change in weight will throw off my art. So condoms it is.”

But Patrick didn’t answer, merely pulling me into his strong arms before seizing my mouth with his own. Literally, he prevented me from speaking, and the topic dropped by the wayside.

But he was true to his word. The alpha male often ejaculates in my ass, and if he’s close to coming in my pussy, he pulls out at the last minute and will spray over my creamy curves. To be honest, I like it when he does that because I love watching my man come. Patrick is gorgeous, bronzed, and muscular, and there’s nothing sexier than seeing him come apart as he loses control.

But now, the proverbial drop in the bucket has changed my reality. I’m pregnant and it’s obvious how it happened. Patrick uses my curves every night, and he’s a virile alpha male, while I’m a fertile young woman. Pregnancy was pretty much a given if our only method of contraception was the rhythm method, and an imperfect rhythm, if I’m being honest.

So now, I’m having a baby, and while nothing shows yet, my hand steals to the curve of my stomach as a smile shadows my features. This baby is going to be loved even if he or she is unexpected, and I have it all worked out already. After all, I’ve become friends with the staff here, and they’re kind and wonderful. Stacks is the perfect butler, while Mrs. Sullivan cooks delicious lunches and dinners every day. There are also dozens of footmen, maids, and housekeepers who keep the massive castle spic and span, and they’ve come to see me as one of their own.

Even more, their cooperation is important because I’m planning the unspeakable. Castle Droghaire is enormous. It’s literally a hulking, black fortress sitting on a large parcel of land, and it was designed for olden times when entire garrisons of warriors were stationed inside. As a result, I’ve discovered all sorts of nooks and crannies, including a secret set of rooms hidden away in the east wing. The space was a tiny bit decrepit, consisting of a sitting room in front, as well as a connected bedroom and small bathroom. But it’s enough. The suite is well-lit and heated, and because of my extraordinary spatial awareness, I was able to detect a special passageway leading from the rooms to the outside of the castle. I plan on raising my baby here, in secret, as Patrick continues with his jet-setting lifestyle, none the wiser.

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